Frisk's everyday life

Cake? Cake.

Hello everyone! This is just going to be a short collection of fluff stuffed stories of life above ground. By the way,these story will include:

¤ Genderless Frisk

¤ Sign Language.  Frisk is Selectively mute.( AKA Awesome Seal Language )

¤ Soriel is a thing ( Assgore 'King Kindergarten Killer' Dremurr didn't work out.)

  ¤ Occasional Drawings to go along with the story (By Me!)  

Enjoy!
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What if Frisk had an unnatural love for cake? 

"KYAHAHAHA! BURN !BURN !"

 I don't want to open my eyes yet, nor do I need to. It's not hard to figure out  where this ear piercing screaming is coming from.

"FEEL MY FLOWERY WRATH!"

 My dreams of sleep were only that- a dream! I begrudgingly open one droopy eyelid, only to see a screeching yellow flower searing ants with his own version of a death ray-  a magnifying glass.

 Like liquid, I slowly sink to the floor. The wood is ice. It snaps me awake and chills my body solid. It's not hard to tell; Autumn is back with a vengeance. Like second nature, I rip my blanket of my bed and transform into a cocoon. The cloth is warm and smells like butterscotch, with a hint of.... snails? 

Last time I checked, snails never turn into beautiful butterflies at the end of the story.

Disregarding my strange thought process I look up at the time on my nightstand. The message is loud against the darkness of the room, and I wince at the message. 'ITS FIVE O' CLOCK! GO BACK TO SLEEP DUMMY!"

I wish I could follow the alarm clocks orders.

I turn to the Window. Surprisingly, the curtains were closed. I was just so used to Toriel coming in and opening them, that the sight of light peeking though the blinds was eerie. 

Ah.

I almost forgot about the genocidal flower.

 Dragging my cover behind me, I stomp up to Flowey. I snatch his murder weapon and smack his yellow petals.

"HISSSSSSS!!!!"

(he actually said hiss)

It was a unfamiliar feeling. Toriel was always there to open the curtains. Now, the house just felt weirdly quiet.

Flowey was still cackling away at the murder of house intruding ants. I grabbed his pot and tiptoed through the house. Dragging my blanket behind me,I checked the bathroom. I checked under all the beds. Maybe Sans and Toriel were feeling bored and decided to play hide and seek. Yes, it's not very likely, but considering how weird today's start was, I wouldn't put it past them.

But no one came.

Defeated, I climb onto one  of the kitchen chairs. Laying  on the cool granite of the table I realize that I was hungry. I think all about the different types of things that I could eat, or most importantly that I can make. I also realize that the only thing i know how to make is spaghetti, due to Papyrus' rigorous  cooking lessons.

I ask Flowey what he thought about to make.

" What? Why would I care? I'm Literally a flower you idiot!"

I insist that he helps. Though it takes the threat of telling Toriel to do the trick.

" Well, since you're basically forcing me. I guess we could make a cake. That's the only thing that I remember the Ingredients for."