That Special Kind of Love

Chapter 3

I watch the robot walk away, leaning against the wall. My grin is still present, but I suppress it as my aunt walks over.

"Oh, sweetheart. You were so beautiful out there!" She exclaims, before hugging me close. "The hell do you think you were doing with your little stunt there, bitch?" She harshly whispers in my ear.

"Please release me." I say, calmly.

"Not until you tell me why you would put your fucking life in jeopardy? Why would you want to start loosing all your money? Why would you want me to be in a impaired state of not being able to make enough money?" My aunt whispers.

"Aunt, you have an audience." I say, loudly.

She smiles immediately and hugs me tighter before declaring, "Oh, I love you so much my dear.Even with all your magical powers! Great show you put on today! I'll talk to you when you get home!" She says it like it was nothing, but it's really a threat.

She lets me go, but not before placing a kiss on my forehead. As she walks away, I wipe away the expensive lipstick that lingered from her lips. After almost suffocating from that ungodly perfume she always wears, I try not to inhale too much fresh air at once.

I turn to look at my company that consists of: two skeletons, the robot, and a human. I smile at them before saying, "Hello! Ignore my aunt, she's just very loving of me." I feel my face twitch and I can almost hear the repressed disgust in my voice.

The shorter of the two skeletons is looking at me funny, almost like he (I'm guessing it's a he because of the way he dresses) could actually hear my disgust. Then his face turns back to a lazy grin before I can analyze his features further. Huh.

The taller of the two skeletons is holding the human, and the human is energetically waving at me. I wave back, casually, before repeating, "Hello. I'm Katrina. Though you probably already know that. But hey, maybe you didn't." I smile a bit.

The human does some quick hand motions. "F-" The taller skeleton starts to say before I cut him off.

"Your name's Frisk? That's a beautiful name, young one." I smile at the kid and hold out my hand, which she (Frisk is female. Deal with it.) gladly shakes. "I wish I could've been named Frisk. That name just reminds me of daring adventures and crazy sword fights." I grin like a weirdo. "Also of courageous people and lots of love."

Frisk nods eagerly, and I look towards the skeleton holding her. "Who might you be, tall care-taker of Frisk?"

Frisk giggles at that and the shorter skeleton is repressing laughter. "My name is The Great Papyrus!" the taller skeleton, or Papyrus says.

"The Great Papyrus, huh?" I grin, already formulating a little imaginary world inside my head. "Are you Frisk's knight in shinning armor then? Do you come rescue them in their time of need?" I ask.

Papyrus's skull turns a little orange. "Of course I do! Who else, other then Undyne, would be capable enough to save the human?"

"I dunno. Probably nobody." The shorter skeleton says, casually.

"Who might you be, oh short one?" I ask the shorter skeleton.

"Name's Sans." He replies with.

"Are you comical?" I ask, grinning.

I can hear Papyrus groan and Sans grins. "Of course."

"Good. I need someone to joke around with in these things." I say, chuckling. "And last, but certainly not least, who may you be?" I ask the robot.

"Darling, I am a bit melancholy that you do not already know who I am." The robot gives a sigh, and brushes a strand of hair out from in front of his eye. "I am Mettaton."

"Oooooooooh!" I say. "I thought you looked familiar." I feel myself blush. "I, uh, don't mean to make you melancholy. I just didn't want to ask if you were Mettaton, but then you not be." I've now gone from casual to flustered in the span of ten seconds.

"It is fine, Darling." Mettaton replies.

"Whale, that was awkward. Lettuce go somewhere were we can sit down. Being on my feet shore is killing me." I say, grinning.

Papyrus groans loudly, but Frisk and Sans are both chuckling, and Mettaton is sighing.

I grin before saying. "I'm sorry, are these puns too unBEARable for you to listen to?" I hear Sans dying behind me and I turn to look at him. "I know you don't have lungs, but do you need to take a breather?"

Papyrus, already letting go of Frisk, throws his hands up into the air. Sans continues to chortle, still not catching his breath. I watch him, concerned for his health. 

Okay. That's it for right meow.

Also, btw, those 'puns' are pretty much part of my normal language. Which prolly isn't a good thing. >~< Whatever. I do what I do what I want. MERRRRRRRRRRRR!

Love you guys! ~Taba ^~^