Forgotten Phoenix (New Purpose Sequel)

Chapter 23- Lost Souls Part 1

(~Your POV~)

I watch the children from my seat on the staircase. They both giggle as they crowd around the couch. Serif made a bowl of whipped cream this morning just for childish pleasure. For the longest time his brother was licking off the whisk Serif used to make it. Honey is sleeping on the couch, completely unaware of what goofiness is going on beside him. Serif takes another spoonful of whipped cream for himself and hums cheerfully once contented with the bite. "So? Are we going to do it or are you just going to eat it all?" Roman teases. Roman has a container of cinnamon in his arms, which he's been eating with a spoon since he ran out of whipped cream. I arch an eyebrow.

'What are you two doing?'

I'm tempted by my own curiosity. So, I choose not to interrupt or do anything that would let them know that I'm watching them. In fact, I pull out my phone and start recording. Serif gives his brother a nod before stuffing another spoonful of the sweet treat into his mouth. Roman does the same with the cinnamon. Roman then slips in front of his brother, carefully grabbing a hold of Papyrus' arm. Honey has one arm hooked under his arm for support and the other hooked over his stomach. Roman grabs the one on his stomach and readjusts the arm to Pap's side instead. I'm not in the slightest surprised that Honey hasn't waken up at this point.

Once Roman had Honey's arm in position, he makes sure that Honey's palm is facing up. Serif takes several large spoonfuls of the whipped cream. He proceeds to layer it into Honey's hand. I fight back the urge to laugh, my cheeks hurting from the way I'm smiling.

'So that's what you're doing? Pff- Nice job, kids.'

"Alright, you do it." Roman commands. Serif is immediately unsure. Sweat forms on his skull as he looks to his dad and then his younger brother. "Are you sure? You're braver-" "You were born first~" Roman makes a slick come back. Serif lets out a growl mixed with a groan. He's ultimately defeated. Serif crawls onto the side arm of the couch slowly. I find myself inching to the edge of the step with anticipation. I double check that the camera is in focus.

'This is going to be good.'

Serif shakily sits on the sofa arm, being mere inches above Pap's skull. He winces softly, "Sorry, Dad-" Next, a loud sharp thunk can be heard as Serif slaps Papyrus' hollow skull. I nearly lost my composure at the sound itself. Honey's entire body jolts as he wakes up. "OW-" His reflexive but completely unaware state of mind causes him to slap his whip creamed hand over his head. It goes all over his face and I let out a hard wheeze. Roman was also taken off guard mid swallow on his cinnamon. Dark red puffs of cinnamon escape him as he chokes on it through his hysterical laughter. Serif is completely occupied on his brother, shouting through the laughter, "YOU FAILED THE CINNAMON CHALLENGE! HA-" Honey suddenly reaches up and gives Serif a playful slap to the cheek, giving him the same whipped cream fate. Serif shrieks and falls off the side of the couch.

'Oh mY FreAkiNg GoD-'

I finally give in to my laughter. I laugh so much that my heart hurts. Tears form in my eyes as I fold over myself. "You put them up to this, Beautiful?" Honey asks. I can even hear the laughter he's trying to hold back. I take deep breaths and look up. Roman has recovered, but his clothes are covered in cinnamon. Serif is hiding behind the side of the couch while wiping the foam from his face. "RUN KIDS RUN!!!" I squeal. The three downstairs immediately catch onto the game. Both kids back up towards the kitchen while Honey stands up. "I think I'm going to enjoy this." Papyrus chuckles. I rush downstairs and continue recording on my phone.

'If only Blue weren't on patrol. He should've been here to see this.'

"It's okay, Brother! As long as we stay together-" Serif looks to his side to see Roman teleport away. His eyes go dark as he mutters, "Well shoot."