Undertale: Severed Ties (SansxFrisk)

Chapter 4

When Frisk woke up, the TV was off. Papyrus wasn't on the couch. She sat up and pulled the glossy brown locks from her face. Usually, she didn't doze off while watching shows. But recently, she wasn't sleeping well at night.

There was a clanking in the other room. Frisk picked up the rich scent of spaggetti. She wandered into the kitchen where a tall skeleton was stirring pot of noodles.

"HUMAN! YOU FELL ASLEEP AND MISSED THE BEST PART."

"The best part of a cooking show?"

"METTATON THREW A CAKE AT ONE OF HIS ASSISTANTS."

Frisk sat down on a stool. "Really? Why?"

"FOR SOME REASON, A CHEF SAID SOMETHING AND METTATON GOT MAD AND CREAMED HIM IN THE FACE."

"What did the chef say?"

Papyrus frowned, trying to retrieve the memory. "THE GREAT PAPYRUS CAN NOT RECALL. I DIDN'T UNDERSTAND MOST OF THE WORDS."

"Well, did Mettaton say anything before he threw the cake?"

"SOMETHING LIKE, 'NO CUSSING ON TV! THIS IS A FAMILY SHOW!'."

Frisk laughed. "I love Mettaton."

"WEREN'T YOU ON HIS SHOW, A FEW TIMES, BACK IN THE UNDERGROUND?"

She grimanced. "Let me rephrase that. I love Mettaton, so long as I'm not on his shows."

Papyrus arranged the spaggetti neatly on a large plate and added the sauce. Then he sprinkled on a pinch of salt.

The front door opened and Sans walked in.

"WELCOME HOME, BRO. HOW WAS WORK?"

Sans shrugged. "Same ol."

Frisk went into the other room and got her book. "Now that you're home, we can study astronomy."

"Sounds good."

Within a few minutes, the three were sitting on the floor, textbooks in hand. They propped their books up, trying to read and eat spaggetti at the same time. Frisk leaned against the plush couch. "Are we supposed to read chapters two through eight before next week?"

"I BELIEVE SO, HUMAN."

Sans turned a page. "It's not that hard. Just skim past the parts that are boring."

Frisk and Papyrus looked at each other, bothing shareing an expression of disgust.

A phone rang. The sharp noise made Frisk jump. It was her ringtone. Picking up the cellphone off the couch. Frisk answered it. "Hello?"

"Frisk? This is Toriel."

"Hi Mom."

"I'm simply calling to let you know that the mail came. There's a letter from Monster Kid."

"Okay, thanks for letting me know." Frisk hung up. The skeleton brothers were staring at her. Judging by their puzzled faces, they only heard half the conversation.

Frisk closed her book and reached for her coat. "I'm sorry. Something came up. I have to go." At the door, she hurried to put on her shoes. It took a few tries to get her heel in. "I'll see you in class. Bye." Frisk left before her confused friends could say anything.

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"Hey, are you okay?" asked Sans the next day.

Frisk looked up from the dinner table. "What?"

"Just now. You didn't get annoyed by my skeleton pun. Not even a little." Sans finished off his cup of sea tea. "What's going on?"