Roses are Red, Gunpowder is Gray (Undertale Fanfic)

dusting off the Cobwebs

You had never been relieved to get your father's voicemail before. It normally left you feeling down for the rest of the day, but in this case it was a relief.

You left a message saying you had something important to tell him that you thought he should hear from you and not a voicemail and you left it at that.

It was...probably going to be fine. Joffrey was good with children and Frisk had reached out to you mainly to get to Roulette and Sniper, you probably wouldn't have to do anything.

Have to, being the key phrase. It was actually very easy for Frisk to worm their way into your heart.

It started small, a tiny bit of respect blooming as you watched the childlike ease with which Frisk interacted with the Monsters. It was obvious that Roulette and Sniper were the only ones the child had known, but after a few days of initial shyness they treated the other four skeletons just as warmly.

Then there was the bolt of affection when you caught them following either you or Jeffery around like a little duckling copying you. It was...just so cute. You noticed it first with Joffrey. Frisk would trail behind him, clasping their little hands behind their back.

Then later while you were giving Carbine a run down of the month's compensation, you glanced at movement out of the corner of your eye and saw Frisk meticulously folding their hands in front of them, looking down at their hands then up at yours before crossing one leg over the other.

Cute. So freaking cute.

The last nail in your coffin was over breakfast. You had been telling Frisk that they could have anything they wanted since you brought them home, but they had never asked for anything, instead Roulette or Sniper would mention that they needed more clothes or more kid friendly books, until they brought you a sketch while you sipped your coffee.

"Hmmm...oh where did you find that?" You asked curiously, looking over the design. It was one of yours, you were practicing layering with it. It was an older fashioned dress with ribbons and frills. You always thought it would look really good in white with red or black accents.

"SORRY, THEY GET INTO EVERYTHING. I'M NOT SURE WHERE THEY GOT IT, BUT THEY REALLY LIKE IT." Sniper explained, smiling sheepishly.

"If you like it we can order you something similar." You offered them, biting your lip when they shook their head and pointed insistently at the drawing. "You want this exact dress?" You asked for clarification.

They nodded excitedly.

"Oh sweetheart, this one doesn't exist, it's just a concept." You explained, feeling like you were shot through the heart when their little smile dropped. You had said that they could have anything they wanted after all, and you were a woman of your word...and just like that Frisk had you completely wrapped around their little finger. "Well...there might be a way for you to get this one if you don't mind a wait." You offered, laughing a little when they brightened up.

"YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO THAT BOSS. THEY CAN LIVE WITHOUT IT." Sniper said softly.

"They could, but I'm a little bored and it will give me something to do." You replied, as Joffery brought out eggs, "After breakfast of course."

"...wait...are you going to make that?" Rifle asked, leaning over to look at the sketch.

"Yeah, we have a studio around the back of the house...I think we mentioned that before." You explained absently.

"YOU MUST BE QUITE TALENTED." Carbine commented looking over the design and you started to brush him off, deflect away from the topic, but Joffery spoke before you could.