Conduit Tale-An Undertale Fanfiction Novel

Chapter 12: Why There's Snow in Snowdin

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"This is cool," Chance said as he patted the other side of the snowman. Sans left him outside the booth instead and brought an old friend to keep him company. Monster Kid. Of course, like everything else, Chance didn't remember him. But they didn't have a huge history, so Sans filled him in on it. Like he thought, Chance didn't even care about the being chased by spears part, just that he had a friend.

Monster Kid was patting the snowman on the other side with his feet. "What should we give him for a nose?"

"A nose? Do snowmen have noses?" Frisk asked as he wiped his nose on another old coat Sans gave him. Funny, he never had problems with his nose getting runny before.

"Yeah, and faces, and scarves," Monster Kid added. "Haven't you built a snowman before?"

Had he ever built a snowman? Frisk had never even seen snow until he came to Snowdin. The white fluffy stuff. It was way better than the alternatives. Sharp grass and jungle cutting into his skin, or endless metal in the training facilities. "Nah, I haven't ever played in snow before."

"Wow, so did you live in Hotlands?"

No, of course he didn't. He couldn't just say that though. "Uh. I guess you could say that," Frisk lied softly. He brightened up again. "Hey, he should smile. Can we give him a smiley face? How do we make faces? With a special snow pen?"

"A what?" Monster Kid asked him. "No way, just bits of tree and stuff. You just use whatever to put on the face."

"Oh, cool!" Frisk almost fell flat on his face as he took off too quick in the snow. Monster Kid did land on his face. "Oops!" He forgot about the prisoner part. He looked down at his friend. "Oh, you alright, MK?"

"Can't get too far there, Chance" Sans warned him, keeping a lazy watch on him. Frisk hadn't been sure he'd even been awake.

"Sorry." Frisk returned back to the snowman and patted it down, but he noticed the odd thing Sans said. Why did he say chance at the end of the statement? He must have missed something. A save of some sort of his mom's he betted. Did Sans have a new slang name for him? Before he could think anymore about it, his thoughts were interrupted.

"That was cool!" Monster Kid came back over to him. "I like that! MK. Can you start calling me MK?"

"Oh. Sure," Frisk answered. He just kind of called him that by accident. Since no conduit had names, and numbers were annoying, they usually just called each other with their own alphabet slang. It was simple stuff that could be confused as actual words, so the guards never bugged them about it. There was OK. A. AM. PM, and Y. Those were his friends. Well, um, not Y. Not anymore.

"Frisk and MK. We are cool," MK said as he patted the snowman with his foot. "Hey Frisk, are you related to Monsters?"

"Huh?" Frisk looked over the snowman toward him. "No. Why?"

"Uh, 'cause your hand?"

Hand? Frisk looked at his hand and quickly jammed it into the snow. That was . . . what was that? He drug his hand back up. Was that a trick of his brain? But, MK saw it. He saw it first, so it couldn't be a trick. What was that? That didn't make any sense, and he didn't want to worry his mom. So, for now, he'd just forget it. Life was just a day at a time anyhow.

Although, it was kind of weird to see his mom suddenly show up next to Sans. Sans grabbed her ball with her only slightly confused as he led her away.

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"So." Sans brushed his skull and then put his comb away, turning to Frisky. "I've got you set up to go back to your home. No more shackles. If you answer some questions."