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“Is everyone ready?” Frisk asked as he stood up from the couch to turn off the lights.
“Yep!” Several voices spoke out in unison.
“Start it already!” Chara shouted, perched on the arm of the couch. She gestured wildly to the others and then him. “Don’t you see why I call him that? He’s slow .”
“I seriously regret knowing about your existence,” Mark muttered.
“Can you seriously regret something you have literally no choice in?” Chara asked. She propped her chin in her hand. “Because I’ll be doing this for the foreseeable future.”
“We could have done without your loud teasing,” Amanda grumbled. “You already do so much of it to Frisk.”
“Hmm,” the ghostly girl thought aloud. “You’re right. You all need your own nicknames as well!”
“What have you done?” Robert groaned, facepalming.
“Can you please quiet down?” William frowned. “The movie is starting.”
“Hmm… You’re right! I can use this time to think of your nicknames!” Chara’s smile brightened.
“You can do it wherever you go when only Frisk can hear you,” Mark stated.
“Hey!” Frisk protested.
Today was a day where Frisk’s grandfather was out for most of the day running errands. Considering that it had been quite a while since he had been with his friends, combined with not having any ambassadorial duties for at least a few days, he decided to spend at least today with them. He had wanted to invite some of their monster friends over, but most of them were busy getting moved up to the surface.
“Well, you clearly had to put up with her the whole time we were down there,” Amanda pointed out. “And nonstop since getting up here. So you have the most experience with dealing with her.”
“I’m kind of like snail pie; an acquired taste!” Chara shouted. Most of the children groaned in disgust. “Hey, Mom’s pies were the best! I didn’t even gag after the first few times we had it!”
“You nearly threw up the first time you tasted it,” Flowey inserted, finally having deemed it relevant enough to pitch in. “You even complained about the taste lingering in your mouth for several days afterward.”
The children fixed their gazes (well, minus Emily) upon the flower at the mention. “You can see and hear her yourself?” Mark asked.
“Yeah. Haven’t you re- oh yeah, you were still dead when Frisk went through the True Lab,” Flowey muttered. “Basically, I have Chara’s determination.”
“How?”
The golden flower gave a look of irritation to the Purple mage. “Why don’t you go down there and read the notes yourself?”
“I would have if I had known in the first place,” Mark grumbled as the movie went to the menu.
“Hush, everyone,” Chara held up her arms for attention. “Sir Chubbycheeks is starting the movie. This one looks to be made after my and Azzy’s deaths. And I want to see every second of it!”
Frisk’s face reddened slightly as the others (save Mark and William) gave off varying sounds of laughter. “I’m sorry… ‘Chubbycheeks’?” Amanda struggled out through her wheezing laughter. “That’s a new one.”
“She gave me a headache after you suggested using me to get past Toriel,” Frisk pouted.
“So that’s why you flinched,” Clara stated, nodding breathlessly.
“I was also the one who suggested patting his cheeks during the fight with Mettaton!” Chara stated loudly. “Even the ratings can tell that they’re truthfully very adorable.”
“I’m not adorable,” Frisk’s pout deepened, puffing his cheeks out.
“You’re not exactly helping your own point,” Flowey pointed out. “But still, it’s nice to see her make fun of others every once in a while.”
“Is that so, Azzy?” Chara set her attention to the potted flower, a grin with too many teeth on her face.
Flowey flinched back, eyes closing. “Ah! Not the creepy smile!” He shouted, remnants of the goat boy he once was present in his voice.
“Attention everyone: This flower before you was once the biggest known dork in the underground,” the dead girl stated. “He even told me of his various ‘original characters’ and all of their abilities.”
“Chara, no !” Flowey exclaimed, betrayal clear in his voice.
“Chara, yes !” Chara replied. “Did you know that the first form he used when fighting Frisk was called the ‘Absolute GOD of Hyperdeath’? Yes, he put ‘god’ in all capitals.”
Mark was one of the few that didn’t laugh. “That doesn’t make sense.”
“You and me,” Chara sighed.
“Neither does your apparent need to sigh.”
“It’s a sigh of expression, buzzkill.”
“It still doesn’t make sense,” Mark grumbled.
“It doesn’t have to make sense,” Chara huffed. She suddenly snapped then pointed to the Purple mage. “That’s it. You’re ‘buzzkill’.”
Mark crossed his arms. “You can call me whatever. It still doesn’t make whatever you say or do change the weirdness.”
“I thought we were supposed to be having a movie,” Emily mumbled.
They had about half an hour left of the movie when Frisk’s phone began to ring. “Sorry,” he mumbled to the others, taking the device out of his pocket and walking out of the living room. Clearly curious, Chara followed the boy out. However, she stood at the door so she could continue to watch the movie. “Hello?”
“HELLO, FRISK!” Papyrus’ loud voice boomed through the speaker. “IT IS I, PAPYRUS.”
Frisk smiled softly. “Hi, Papyrus!”
“AH, IT HAS BEEN QUITE A WHILE SINCE WE ALL SAW ONE ANOTHER, HASN’T IT?”
The Red mage nodded. “Yeah…”
“BUT ALAS, AS YOU KNOW, CURRENT EVENTS HAVE BEEN KEEPING US ALL BUSY. AND ANY AMOUNT OF TIME WITHOUT THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS TOO MUCH TIME SPENT WITHOUT ME!” Papyrus stated. “HOWEVER, I INTEND TO RECTIFY THAT VERY SOON! WITHIN A FEW DAYS, DEPENDING ON HOW LONG IT TAKES FOR MY BROTHER AND I TO SETTLE IN ON THE SURFACE, WE WILL ALL BE ABLE TO ONCE AGAIN SPEND SOME TIME TOGETHER AS FRIENDS.”
“All of us?” Frisk asked.
“YES, ALL OF US. ME, SANS, UNDYNE, ALPHYS, THE KING AND HIS FEMALE CLONE, AND OF COURSE, YOU AND THE OTHER HUMANS!” Papyrus declared. “DOES THAT SOUND LIKE THE GREATEST MEETING PLAN EVER?”
“Yeah, it does!” Frisk replied. “It should be even greater because you were the one who thought of it, right?”
“Dweeb!” Chara called from her position.
“WHY YES, THAT IS THE MOST CORRECT WAY TO PUT IT,” the boisterous skeleton replied, clearly not hearing the dead girl. “BUT OF COURSE, THAT WON’T BE ABLE TO OCCUR TODAY. SANS AND I, (MOSTLY I,) ARE BUSY BRINGING OUR STUFF UP TO THE SURFACE. THIS CALL IS MERELY A BREAK IN THE MOVING. OUR NEW HUMAN HOUSEMATE NEEDS TO REST FOR A MOMENT. I WOULD PREFER HE NOT, BUT I UNDERSTAND THAT MANY HUMANS DO NOT HAVE THE SAME PHYSICAL ENDURANCE AS MYSELF.”
Frisk tilted his head. “Who is the person you’re going to live with?”
“OH, HE IS A VERY NICE HUMAN! EVEN THOUGH HE DOES NOT HAVE MAGIC, HE STILL TREATS US KINDLY,” Frisk could practically hear the skeleton make a side-eye. “THOUGH I SUSPECT HE MAY BE JEALOUS OF ME.”
“Oh,” Frisk frowned. “What’s his name?”
“Frisk?” A very familiar accented voice to the boy questioned over the phone. “Excuse me, but you’re talking with Frisk ?”
The ten year-old boy immediately lit up. “Uncle Max!”
“NYEH?!” Papyrus replied. His head was audibly switching between what sounded like Max and his phone. “YOU KNOW ONE ANOTHER?”
“Of course we know one another,” a chuckle was heard. “His father… Was. My brother.”
“OH,” Papyrus stated, clearly understanding the meaning of the second statement. “BUT! STILL! WOWIE! WE HAVE MET ANOTHER ONE OF YOUR FAMILY MEMBERS…”
“Oh, sorry for stopping your call. It was just…”
“NO, NO, IT WAS FINE!” Papyrus answered back. “I AM GUESSING YOU HAVEN’T SEEN ONE ANOTHER IN QUITE A WHILE, HUH?”
“A lot of ambassador stuff,” Frisk frowned. “But now that a lot of the bigger stuff is out of the way, maybe we could see each other more often!”
“That sounds good, actually,” his uncle murmured, clearly walking away. “You can come over to the restaurant sometime. Not that it isn’t a good idea. Your friend’s family owns it, after all.”
“WOWIE, ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS OWNS A RESTAURANT?” The tall skeleton asked excitedly. “WHICH ONE IS IT?”
“William,” Frisk replied. “I think it was kind of obvious.”
“AH, YES… HIS APRON AND FRYING PAN SHOULD HAVE GIVEN IT AWAY,” Papyrus cleared his throat as his voice moved away a bit. “WHAT JOB DO YOU WORK THERE?”
“Mostly just cooking!” His uncle shouted from the background.
“YOU’RE A PROFESSIONAL CHEF, RIGHT?”
“Not really!”
“BUT YOU COOK FOR A LIVING, SO YOU MUST HAVE A PASSION FOR IT!”
“Yes?”
“ALRIGHT, THEN!” Papyrus declared. “ONCE WE ARE FINISHED WITH THE TRANSPORTATION AND SETTING UP THE BASICS, YOU CAN GIVE US A WELCOMING DINNER! IT’S THE MOST PERFECT PLAN!”
“Oh, oh!” Frisk bounced on his feet. “Can we come over and help?”
“AH, IT WILL ALL DEPEND ON WHAT YOUR UNCLE THINKS OF IT…”
A few seconds passed in silence. “I… Think that would be fine,” his uncle admitted through the phone. “But only a few of you at most. I- We won’t have that much space. Ask your grandfather if it’s okay, still.”
“I WOULD REALLY WISH THAT YOU ALL COULD COME, BUT WE SHOULD RESPECT WHAT HE WANTS,” Papyrus sighed. “BUT HEY, AT LEAST A FEW OF YOU WILL COME, SO THAT SHOULD COUNT AS A WIN IN ANY CASE!”
The Red mage nodded. “Okay.”
“IN THAT CASE, WE WILL SEE YOU IN A FEW HOURS! NYEH HEH HEH!!!”
With that, the call ended. He sighed slightly, and turned to Chara. “What did I miss?”
The girl shrugged. “I don’t know if it was good or bad.”
Before Frisk could begin to return to the living room, his phone buzzed once again. “Huh?” He murmured, checking it once more. Luckily, it wasn’t a call.
Just those ads. Ugh!