The next few weeks passed in a blur of text messages and work. You were too busy to meet with the group in person, much to your eternal disappointment, but they kept you in the loop with various messages and pictures, which was amazing. The highlights were as follows:
Mettaton: So, darling
Mettaton: You had fun?
(y/n): I think we can catalog the picnic as a bona fide success
(y/n): I've been accepted into the ranks
(y/n): Started a prank war, totally won a parkour battle, ate some delicious food, and got the numbers of everyone there
Mettaton: Just a regular casanova, a lady after my own heart <3
(y/n): At least one person there was underage
Mettaton: Trust me, that's never stopped Frisk before
(y/n): No comment
Mettaton: But I trust that means you'll join us on future adventures with little resistance?
(y/n): Bitch fight me I didn't resist that much
Mettaton: Bitch it wouldn't be a fight
(y/n): Try me
(y/n): Also ttyl
Mettaton: ttyl my shiny ass. You don't work anymore until this evening
(y/n): True— I just don't want to talk to you anymore
(y/n): Should I be concerned you know my schedule by heart?
Mettaton: Darling, I'm a delight to talk too
Mettaton: And not particularly unless you piss me off
(y/n): Keep telling yourself that, love
(y/n): And I'm not afraid of you
Mettaton: You should be
Mettaton: Anyway fine, I'll free you from my overwhelming conversation skills
Mettaton: <3
Frisky: ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ
(y/n): =＾● ⋏ ●＾=
Frisky: (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ
(y/n): ~(˘▾˘~)
Frisky: (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
(y/n): ✧ﾟ･: *ヽ(◕ヮ◕ヽ)
Frisky: (• ε •)
(y/n): (ᅌᴗᅌ* )
Frisky: (σ≧▽≦)σ
(y/n): ┌|_ _|┘♪└|-.-|┐♪┌|^.^|┘♪
Frisky: (づ￣ ³￣)づ
(y/n): ＼(▽￣\
Frisky: It's too bad you can't come to lazer tag
(y/n): I'm disappointed too. Interviews are lame
(y/n): I'll be with you in spirit T^T
Frisky: I definitely would have chosen you on my team
(y/n): Aw thanks
Frisky: We could have used the cannon fodder
(y/n): I am shocked. This is me being shocked. And here I thought we were friends
Frisky: ●‿●
Frisk later sent you a picture of them posing with Papyrus and Sans, with the caption 'skele-bros team'.
Toriel: Hello, my child. This is Toriel.
Toriel: How are you?
Toriel: I simply wished to check in with you, as we have not seen you in quite some time.
Toriel: Also, Frisk wishes for me to ask you for the rhubarb crisp recipe, the one you brought to the picnic? I was quite delicious, and they have been asking for it. I myself would enjoy trying to make it.
Toriel: Perhaps we could trade recipes?
(y/n): Hi Toriel! Sorry, was in vocal lessons. I'm doing well! How are you? I don't mind sharing my recipe, but I can't send it until I get home. Maybe remind me later tonight? And I'd love to trade recipes, just send me something you'd think I'd like.
Toriel: I am doing quite well too, and no rush. I shall remind you tonight.
And that's how you got a hold of Toriel's delicious mac and cheese recipe. Something you, of course, tried as soon as you could, and was not disappointed.
Papyrus: HELLO FAMOUS HUMAN!
Papyrus: IT IS I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS!
(y/n): Hey Papyrus! How are you today?
Papyrus: I AM ABSOLUTELY EXCELLENT! HOW ARE YOU?
(y/n): Doing about as good as I can be.
Papyrus: ARE YOU READY FOR YOUR DAILY BRAIN PUZZLE?
(y/n): Always!
Papyrus: YOUR ENTHUSIASM IS ADMIRABLE!
Papyrus: THE MORE YOU TAKE, THE MORE YOU LEAVE BEHIND. WHAT AM I?
(y/n): Hmmm
(y/n): Footsteps?
Papyrus: STUPENDOUS!
Papyrus: I WAS SURE I WOULD STUMP YOU TODAY, BUT FEAR NOT! TOMORROW'S BRAIN PUZZLE SHALL BE EVEN MORE CHALLENGING. A PROMISE MADE BY THE GREAT AND BRILLIANT PAPYRUS!
Thus it had been a quick start to a lazy summer. The days flew past, hardly giving you time to breath, and then suddenly, the light at the end of the tunnel. That beautiful two week vacation Chris allowed you. You spent the July break the same every year— alone in a cabin, relaxing in the summer heat. Despite being on vacation, it was when you wrote most of your original songs. They weren't great half the time, but it gave you a good handhold for the rest of the year. But this year, this year you had an idea.
(y/n): So I have an idea.
Mettaton: Oh? Do share, darling, I'm dying to know!
YOU ARE READING
Can You Hear Me? *REWRITE*
FanfictionYou were in your element when you stood on a stage. You could confidently sing the melody, serenely take the harmony, basking in the attention and relishing in the feel of your heels hitting the stage and the strain of your vocal cords. You'd been s...
