A New Family

Sick of Christmas Cheer

(2 days later)
Frisk woke up and yawned. They had the gross feeling at the back of their throat: they may be getting sick. They rolled their eyes and got out of bed. The clock read 9:00am.
They walked into Toriel's room. She was sound asleep, but Sans was reading a book.
"Sans?" They asked quietly. He turned to them.
"What?"
"I might be getting sick."
Sans cringed. "What kind of sick?"
"Cold sick."
"I'll tell your mom. Make yourself a nutella sandwich or something."
"Okay." Frisk walked out into the kitchen and started to drink water.

Sans had never dealt with sick children, and neither has Toriel. She was still asleep, and he didn't want to bother her. Then he remembered Undyne. She took care of Alphys when she was sick, so he gave them a call.
"What is it?" Undyne's voice said, with a hint of irritation.
"Geez, um, Frisk is sick, and I don't know how to take care of them. You can help, right?"
"Sure thing, I'll be there in a few with Alphys."
Sans hung up and yawned. He pushed himself out of bed and into the kitchen.
"Heya Frisk. Undyne is on her way because I don't know how to take care of you. Okay?"
"Great." Frisk sneezed. "I'm gonna get my sweater." They walked to their room as they heard a knock.
Undyne and Alphys were at the door. They hurried in since it was cold outside.
"We brought the weakling syrup." Undyne said, putting a small bottle on the counter. Tylenol?
"Medicine." Alphys corrected. "I've done babysitting here and there and I took care of a bunch of sick kids. It's completely normal. They get sick when exposed to cold and stuff."
She nudged Undyne when she was fake snoring.
"Anyway, I can take care of Frisk if you need to go somewhere." Alphys said.
"That's great, thanks." Sans said. He went into his room to change. Frisk walked in.
"Undyne! Alphys! (cough) Hi!"
Undyne picked Frisk up by the armpits without effort.
"Someone get sick?" She asked.
"Maybe."
"Was it you?"
"Maybe."
Undyne plopped Frisk on the couch. "We'll take care of you and your siblings." Frisk nodded and sneezed, and sniffled.
   Alphys poured some of the liquid from the bottle into a tiny cup with measurements on it. It was thick and red, and Frisk recognized it from the many times they have been sick.
   "Here Frisk." Alphys said. "I'll make soup. Does your throat hurt?" Frisk nodded. "Okay. Drink water."
   Undyne snorted.
   "What?" Alphys asked as the gave Frisk the medicine.
   "You're such a grown up." Undyne said. She took a blanket from the couch and wrapped it snug around the child.
   "Well, they'll never grow too old to be taken care of." Alphys took the empty cup and gave them water. Toriel and Sans walked out.
   "Thank you so much for taking care of the kids." Toriel said. She had a job interview today.
   "Anytime!" Undyne said. "Have fun!"
   The door closed and Frisk coughed again.
   "Do fish get sick?" They asked.
   "Not really. But dinosaurs do."
   "Shut up." Alphys said from the kitchen. "I'm making breakfast for everyone. Do Chara and Asriel like soup?"
   "Yes." Frisk answered. "Bonus for chicken noodle soup. Can I watch tv?"
   "Sure." Undyne said, and she turned on the tv. Asriel walked in.
   "Oh, hi Undyne and Alphys." He said. He looked over at Frisk. "Are they sick?"
   "Yes." Alphys said. "Want some soup?"
   Asriel nodded and got a bowl. Alphys poured some soup.
   "I'm gonna watch tv." Asriel said. Alphys shook her head.
   "I'm not new, and I know the rules. No television while eating."
   "Aw."
   Chara walked in. "Hi Undyne and Alphys. I don't mean to be rude or anything, but why are you here?"
   Undyne and Alphys tensed. They always been distant and scared of Chara, because, well, they did get killed and left alone in another timeline.
   "Frisk is sick." Alphys said plainly. "Would you like some soup?"
   "Sure."
   Chara carried their bowl to the dining table with Asriel. Frisk got hungry and got their serving of soup. Undyne and Alphys joined them.
   "So, is anything happening today?" Asriel said. Usually, when the two come over, they play in the snow or make a fort or watch a movie. Sometimes they make cupcakes or cookies or spaghetti. Rarely they do something boring.
   "Not really. Frisk's throat hurts and all, but we could build a fort." Undyne said.
   After everyone was done, the kids got ready to build one. "WHOO!" Frisk yelled as they grabbed every pillow in the house.
   "Stop right there, punk." Undyne scooped Frisk in her arms. "I don't mean to be the fun police, but you have to take a nap. It's what you do when you're sick."
   "Noooo!" They whined. They grabbed their pillow and walked to their room.
   They huffed as they walked through the hallway. They heard Asriel laughing and the t.v. playing. Come on.
   They flicked on the light and walked into their room. Fine.
   They laid on their bed. Fine.
   They pulled their covers on. Fine.
   They yawned. They actually were kind of sleepy. Frisk closed their eyes and drifted off.
 
  It was a happy scene with beautiful yellow flowers. Then a purple room with Toriel in front of them. They remembered this day, when Toriel was a bit younger. Toriel today looks a bit sleep deprived but with the same attitude. A few seconds later and Sans showed up. They laughed as they heard a fart noise. Wait... was this dream their journey through the underground? Why were they dreaming about this?
   Frisk woke up. They stretched and listened. It sounded like a movie, and god did their throat hurt. It was three hours later... huh. The dream seemed like ten minutes. They lazily got up and moved toward the living room. The movie credits was showing. 
   "Come on Alphys! It's the sequel!" Asriel said.
   "But it sucks! Let's watch another movie." Alphys argued back.
   "I like it." Chara said. They were ignored.
   Frisk guesses that they're talking about Mew Mew Kissy Cutie. They walk over.
   "Good morning." Undyne said. She sat on the couch texting. "There's spaghetti on the
counter." Frisk cringed. The last time they tried Undyne's spaghetti, they cried because she used hot sauce instead of tomato sauce.
   On the counter sat a decent plate of spaghetti. It was the best spaghetti they've ever tasted.
   It was four pm and they heard a car in the driveway. They felt a lot better and their throat didn't hurt after a few hours of Mew Mew Kissy Cutie and popcorn.
   "Bye guys!" Alphys said, hugging everyone. She even hugged Chara, who smiled to themself.