What is Family for? [UNDERTALE] (COMPLETE)

[2] The Fun Way

The next morning was an average Friday in December, smells of breakfast, sounds of laughter and clanging pans, and sparkling gleams of sunlight surrounded Frisk. Their eyes fluttered open, and they slowly sat up in bed, blinking. After getting dressed in their outfit - not a blue and purple sweater, but a purple and blue one! - they went to the kitchen, still stumbling and swaying, not really awake. 

"GOOD MORNING, FRISK!" Papyrus grinned, startling everyone a bit. 
"Mnmmnnmmn..." Frisk murmured in reply. A plate of food was pushed up to Frisk. A moment of silence passed before Frisk's droopy eyes sprang to life. They ate quickly and slung their backpack over their shoulder. 

"Have a nice day!" Toriel grinned. Frisk frowned, and slowly left to meet the bus. Papyrus couldn't help but notice how they dragged their feet and how low their spirits seemed. His eyes narrowed. 

"Did anyone else notice that? They seem so..." 

"Sad." Toriel finished, her smile drooping. 

"Mhm. I noticed that too." Sans side-eyed Toriel. " You don't think it's school, is it?"

"No, actually, I DO think it's school! It's obvious." Papyrus frowned. A moment of silence passed.

"Well, at least it's Friday." Toriel murmured. "Poor Frisk should get a break soon! We should all try to help them figure out whatever is wrong. Right?" 

"Right!" Papyrus agreed.

"Right." Sans nodded. 

Besides, they all thought, I've got an idea.

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As the door swung open, and Frisk practically darted in, each of the 3 guardians greeted them individually. 

"Hello, dear!" Toriel waved.
"Hey, kid." Sans turned to face them.
"Hello!" Papyrus' voice could be heard within the smoke curling up from behind he kitchen door.

Frisk smiled and let their backpack fall to the floor.

Their sweater was pulled over their mouth. Their eyes seemed a bit red and shiny. Their hands were covered by the purple cloth. This, Sans noticed, obviously worried everyone else. (Including Undyne and Alphys, who were staying tonight. What? Did I not mention them? Well, they do tend to randomly appear. You know this, right? Right? Cool. Let's keep going.) This, however, seemed to distract them all from the biggest flaw of it all - around Frisk's right eye was a purple and black mark. Frisk, however, didn't seem to mind. They grinned and hugged the two visitors.

"Hey, are you all right..?" Undyne laughed nervously, releasing Frisk.

"Y-Yeah, you seem a bit -!" Alphys was cut off by Frisk shaking her head dismissively. They pointed their fingers to the sides of their mouth - smiling. (There was a few cuts and a small bruise there, Undyne noticed. She didn't say anything, though, and instead mentally vowed to talk to the kid later.)

Alphys exchanged a glance with Undyne - you saw that too, right? - and they nodded back at Frisk. 

"Well, we're just glad to be able to see you." Alphys tried to hide her anxiety. So... someone definitely did that to Frisk. Why, though? They were a sweet kid. They never tried to hurt anyone and - oh.

Alphys recalled seeing Frisk after fighting Mettaton. He was in one whole piece, sparkling and more confident than ever, if not a bit emotional. (she guessed the show had gone well.) while Frisk had barely 2 HP... wait, what? HP? Whatever.  

Undyne remembered a blurry, half-awake image of a scratched up Frisk, clothes torn and trembling, handing her a cup of water. Both looked down.

Of course they wouldn't fight. Sparing everything left and right was more their style. Regardless of consequence, regardless of... ugh.

"Hey... do you wanna have a bit of a talk later? Just us two. I mean," Undyne glanced at a fidgety Alphys. "...Maybe, that is. ANYWAY, that sound alright?" Frisk gave a slow nod, eyes narrowing. They retreated to the living room. 

Soon, everyone came to split or group together. Sans and Frisk were in the living room, watching a show. Papyrus was allowed to help Toriel cook... from a safe distance. Undyne and Alphys huddled together, plotting. 

"So... what do we do..?" Alphys muttered.

"Can't we just..? No, no, they're like 9 years old. Whatever." Undyne waved her hand dismissively.

"I don't even want to know what that plan was, heh." 

"Well, I have an idea..!"

"...Does it involve spears?" Alphys questioned. 

"I wish! It involves..." Undyne paused. "Being polite." Her face scrunched up. "Disgusting. It's not even in the fun way."

"Does the fun way involve spears?"

Undyne grinned. "Ask Frisk."

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[authors note]

yAY IM D O NE

OKKOKOK

IF YOU DIDN'T FIGURE OUT THE PLOT:

EVERYONE IS FRISK'S MOM

EVEN SANS AND PAPYRUS

EVEN ASGORE(hes coming soon be patient pls)

E V E R Y O N E  I S  M O M

goat mom

other goat mom

smol skeleton mom

tol skeleton mom

fish mom 

lizard mom

e v e r y o n e  i s  m o m

OK WHATEVER THOUGH THANKS FOR READING  <33 ~libby