Good times on the surface

Dinner

" Frisk, would you mind getting Chara? It getting close to dinner. "
Toriel called from inside the kitchen. Frisk nodded. They quickly picked up the flowerpot on the coffee table. And started to slowly walk down the hallway ." put me down frisk." The flower nagged. Flowey wasn't always the nicest, in fact he almost killed frisk on more than one occasion. Thankfully frisk was the forgiving type. " you're leaning too far left, idiot. You're going to hit the lamp. " He snarled. Frisk never had that great of eyesight, either. So Flowey acts as their seeing eye flower, as chara puts it. "okay... Go right. " frisk ran their fingers across the grooves of the door , trying to find the doorknob. They slowly turned it, walking in.

The room smelled of buttercups and cinnamon, filling frisk with determination. " woahwoah woah, shit! Watch out, dummy, you almost stepped on that knife." Flowey yelled. Chara turned their head away from the window. They wore a long sleeved shirt, with a small red heart patch on the left side. Their bobbed auburn hair was pulled back against their neck. " oh. Sorry about that. Forgot that was there. " Chara chuckled. Frisk sighed. " Chara, mom says dinners almost ready." Chara smiled. " better not be snails. I hate snails. " they scooted off the duvet, quickly tossing the knife under the bed. The two humans linked their arms as they walked down the hall
"Chara... Where'd you get the knife?" Frisk muttered. Chara shrugged. " the kitchen. It's not like Mom would care. " "she's worried about you. I can tell."
" oh so what, so you're a pro at psychology now? " Flowey butted in. Chara smirked. " I'm serious about this! " frisk said, keeping their voices well below a whisper. " mom really cares about you Chara, and you know that. " there was just a pause of silence.
"go left frisk."

Toriel was at the stove , Sans by her side. The kitchen was pristine besides a few stay hairs and the lonely crisp. "heya, kiddo. " sans smiled, glancing at Chara " hey, choco " they smiled, waved.
Flowey snarled. " smiley trashbag. " Toriel turned. " Flowey, watch your mouth."
" I'm just stating the obvious points, Toriel. Just the obvious. "
She returned back to her cooking, which smelled heavenly. She slowly stirred the boiling pot. " what'cha makin mom? Is it snails? " Toriel giggled. " no, not today my child. Something simple today, some tomato soup and maybe some garlic bread if papyrus wants to make some."
Soon, everyone was seated at the table. Frisk shifted in their seat. Papyrus was almost never late for dinner.
And as if he read their mind, sans said " papyrus is a little late, huh?" " probably just with undyne a little longer than usual." Chara muttered.
" probably."
They ate in the silence for a while. The sun was setting against the distant horizon. Where was he? Everyone was beginning to worry. Suddenly sans put down his spoon and scooted out of his seat. " dinner was great tori, really tasty. Hey, um, I'm going to undynes, to see if paps is there." Chara sat up " can I come? I haven't seen undyne in the longest time! "
"Chara, it's getting late. It's only a quick walk down the block any way."
" aww come on mom! We never get to see her anymore. "
frisk nodded.
Toriel sighed. " just for tonight. But when you come home, I want you two to clean the dishes, alright?"
" thanks mom." Chara picked up Flowey, and they got their grubby sneakers and scarves on.

" see ya' in a few tori" sans called as they began to leave. " kids, stay close to your dunkle sans , alright? "
"love you too mom." Chara snickered. The cool air felt good on frisks skin, trees where beginning to shed their leaves, covering the sidewalk in a carpet. " hurry up frisk, you have such stubby legs." " says the flower. " sans muttered. " Like that's my fault, trashbag " Flowey retorted. Frisk sighed. A brisk walk to undynes house. It filled them with, Determination.