Loving Every Bone in Your Body

Entry 3.0 || Cyclamen

Cyclamen, a flower that means that all good things must come to an end.

Today was the 10-year anniversary of the freedom of Monster kind.

You pretended to forget when Frisk came running to your room, excitedly waking you up before the sun rose. This was their favorite holiday, after all, and it was fun to tease them.

Of course you remembered, it'd been in your phone calendar and you had a reminder set for the past week leading up. It was circled in green and red markers on the mass calendar in the kitchen, where the residents of the house kept adding new little doodles around it. From smiley faces to confetti to abundant exclamation points.

You'd been planning the 10th anniversary celebration for a while. You and the young Ambassador had already discussed with the mayor many months prior to closing off roads for half the town so that the monsters could have a safe free roam. Every year there was a party of so sort, but since the first Anniversary it was mostly the monsters gathering far and wide to crowd the neighborhood Asgore and Toriel lived in. You thought it'd been ten years too long to not make the celebration more official.

Frisk thought so too, which is why they were so excited to get the day rolling. After all, there were a lot of venues to double and triple check before the festivities really began.

"What kinda brekkie you feeling today?" You asked the kid as you strode into the kitchen, still fixing the outfit you had hurriedly thrown on. They already had the stove burning, a carton of eggs on the counter. You finish tucking your button up into your slacks.

"Quick and easy." They signed, before waving you towards the fridge. You snorted as you grabbed the milk and butter they gestured for. When you hand it to them you notice you have to look up to meet their smiling eyes.

The kid had grown. Which was expected, as they were now nineteen and running your town, but still. It surprised you everyday with how old they'd gotten. How tall they were.

You ruffle their bedhead of hair, getting a laugh out of them.

After scarfing down breakfast the two of you pull on winter coats to head out. Frisk pulls on a purple and pink beanie, sending you a wink.

You'd sewn their old onesie into that hat when they got too big for it, but didn't want to let it go. It was funny to see them still cherishing it so much.

The town was quiet, citizens still sleeping or just waking up and getting ready for the day. You and Frisk trekked through the snow into town, forgoing the iced over car.

There were workers out, mostly monsters, a few scattering of shivering orange clad humans, all helping to set up. Most of the larger structures had been set up a few days ago, like the pop up stage and a few kiddy rides. The booths and the banners and ribbons were the main things being put up today.

Frisk makes a beeline to an older woman off to the side overseeing the workers. She was the mayor and she looked happy to see the monsters' ambassador approaching. You stray behind, deciding to forgo listening to the political talk. Plus, the mayor had learned sign language years ago to best communicate with Frisk, so your translator job was minute. Instead your eyes catch a familiar figure and you grin as you walk over to him.

"Darling I asked for a hot coffee, not a lukewarm, poor excuse for a latte that- Oh darling, there you are!" Mid scathing sentence Metatton's eyes happened to glance to your approaching form. The human in front of him, clutching the latte, looked ready to ball as they quickly escaped as the robots attention was taken by you.