Story Doodles

Mr. Dad Guy

"Asriel! Asriel! Look why I made for Dad!" Chara grinned and held up the sweater in her brother's face.

"Oh, wow Chara! You made that all by yourself?" Asriel took the sweater and read the haphazardly stitched-on text, which spelled out "Mr. Dad Guy".

"Well, Mom helped me a little, ha ha..." Asriel looked up at Chara, but she was staring at the floor. "What's wrong, Chara?"

"Do you think he'll like it?" Chara looked at Asriel earnestly, a small frown on her face.

"Oh Chara, Dad will like anything you make," Asriel assured her, handing the sweater back to Chara with a tender smile. Chara's smile returned, her brown eyes sparkling with hope.

"Thanks Asriel, you're the best!" She punched his arm playfully. "C'mon Azzy, let's go give this to Mr. Dad Guy himself." She grabbed Asriel's hand, and they ran out of their room, laughing happily.

***

"Dad, Dad!" Chara yelled, sprinting down the hallway to the throne room with Asriel lagging behind.

"Ch-Chara, slow down! You're running too fast!" He panted, stumbling and falling. "Owww, Chara stop!" Chara skidded to a halt and turned around, hugging the sweater to her chest and looking impatient.

"C'mon Asriel, don't be such a crybaby," she huffed, trotting over and pulling him up. Asriel sniffled and folded his arms.

"I'm not a crybaby..." he pouted. Chara snorted and rolled her eyes.

"C'mon, Dad probably heard me and we're making him wait!" They continued down the hallway, Chara at a quick trot and Asriel walking slowly behind.

"Chara?" Asriel murmured, and Chara paused, looking back at him. "Do you really think I'm a crybaby?" Chara sighed, and turned to him fully.

"Az, I'm sorry. I just... I dunno. I don't think you're a crybaby. It's just a reflex I guess..." Chara muttered. "You're not a crybaby, Asriel. In fact I think you're pretty great." She hugged him tightly, her previous mission forgotten.

"Aw, Chara..." Asriel sniffed, wrapping his arms around her. "I think you're pretty great, too. Now come on, let's go give Dad that neat sweater you made!" They walked down the corridor, holding hands and giggling softly as they reached the throne room entrance. Chara pressed a finger to her lips, smiling mischievously. Asriel grinned back and covered his mouth, and they snuck into the well-lit room without a sound.

Asgore was watering the buttercups, humming a soft song. Chara crept up behind him, and then hugged his leg with a triumphant "gotcha!" Asgore jumped, but then let out a mirthful laugh as Chara clambered up his back to sit atop his broad shoulders.

"Well hello, children," Asgore chuckled, turning to pat Asriel affectionately on the head.

"Howdy, Dad!" Asriel grabbed his father's large hand with a giggle. Chara draped her creation over the king's eyes, holding onto his long horns.

"Look what I made for you!" She exclaimed, and Asgore carefully lifted the sweater from his face.

"Oh my, Chara, did you do this yourself?"

"Mom helped me knit the sweater, but I did the letters all on my own!" Chara boasted. "Go ahead, put it on!" Asgore smiled and set Chara down in the flowers, carefully pulling the sweater over his head.

"It's a perfect fit," Asgore rumbled, pulling his children into a hug. "Thank you, Chara. It's wonderful." Chara beamed up at Asgore, eyes shining.

"You're welcome, Dad."