"Hey, Sans? What's this?" Fisk asked. She plopped down in front of the counch.
"Hmm?" I asked, opening one eye. The kid was sitting on the floor with a large leather book. "Oh. That's the family photo album."
"Can I look through it?" she asked excitedly. I shrugged and closed my eyes again, drfting off to sleep.
Minutes later, the kid was shaking me awake again. I opened my eyes and slowly sat up. "What? I'm trying to sleep!"
She sighed in exasperation, "You're always sleeping!"
I laughed. "Seriously, what's up, kid?"
"Who's this?" Frisk pointed to a picture in the album.
"Wow," I said, honestly surprised. "That's my dad. This must've been taken shortly after Papyrus was born."
"But what's he doing with the window?"
"Baby-proofing it. Papyrus was always bouncing off the walls, even at that age. Dad was probably terrified that he'd get lost or hurt, so he baby-proofed the entire house."
"And he just left it like that? Wouldn't it be a pain to have everything locked all the time?"
"Yeah, it got a little annoying, but we got used to it. Dad said we could take all that stuff down once Papyrus learned how to open the windows despite the child locks on them."
Frisk giggled, "How long did it take to turn the house back to normal?"
"I'll let you know after we do that."
Her eyes widened in shock for a moment before she nervously laughed, "You're joking, right?"
"BROTHER!" Papyrus yelled, coming down the stairs, "COULD YOU OPEN MY WINDOW? I WANTED TO DO SOME SPRING CLEANING, BUT I CAN'T SEEM TO FIGURE IT OUT."
Frisk started laughing.
"WHAT'S WRONG WITH THE HUMAN? THAT WASN'T A JOKE." He glared at me, "SANS! WHAT DID YOU DO?!"
I just smiled and shrugged.
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