Frisk's POV
I walked downstairs with absolutely no intention of going out. I was gonna stay in and watch anime and ignore Toriel shouting at me to do the washing. I was getting more like Sans by the day. Speak of the devil, Sans was standing at the bottom of the stairs with a sock on his head. I raised and eyebrow.
"Papyrus threw socks today?"
"Yup" he answered, brushing it off casually. I rolled my eyes and started to pour myself a bowl of Temmie Flakes.
I took a seat by the television. Sans joined me and attempted to change the channel from MTT. "Why do you only have one channel? I'm fed up of Mettaton talking about his "sexy legs". Grinning, I grabbed the anime box set from the TV unit and put one in.
"I saved you Sans. Your welcome"
A couple of hours later and I got up to by shopping to escape Toriel shouting at me to get more milk. So I ended up walking Sans home - while going to buy milk.
"Y'know I can come with you. Paps won't care if I'm late if you drop me off."
"Okay fine, but I don't know where the milk aisle is at Tesco." I grinned.
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Crying over spilt milk
Fiksi PenggemarOk this is my first published fanfic so it may be bad please be my critics guys I'll add a new part when I can. Here is the story: Frisk is a fifteen year old girl who looks normal, but is the ambassador of the underground. She rescued them. Sans is...
