(Y/N) sat down. Her day had been full of the impossible. Only one question remains: Is Knockout just grateful, or is there more to it? (TFP fanfiction. I don't own them, and you all own yourselves so.... yeah The first of two books. Want more? Look for Street Racer Darling[S]) Edit - I consider this a "crack-fic", meaning it is FULL of unpracticed writing, mary-sue type dialogue and reactions, ridiculous situations and 'out of character' actions. My writing has greatly developed since SRD, so if you liked this short series feel free to see my progression!

-------------------------- The 3-year-old frisk cried, as you held them close, rubbing their back. "Kitten, who's this?" The skeleton asked. I growled. "Kitten? That's my sibling, Frisk!" ------------------------- I have seen none of this hot mobster mess of a skeleton. Why not make a hot mafia mess of a fanfic?