AFTER ABOUT 8 HOURS OF BAND PRACTICE THESE PAST TWO DAYS, I HAVE RETURNED WITH SOME DRABBLE
Asriel bounded out of his house, heading straight next door to his mom's house. Moving was such a great idea, now he could be near both his parents without hassle! Frisk was laying out in the yard, making a… snow angel? Nah, she wasn't even moving. "Frisk, you shouldn't just lay out in the snow, you're gonna get sick and then I'll be here all the time, and you don't want that" Frisk turned slightly, having a better view of his face. "You're here most of the time" Asriel nudged her up with his boot, laughing. "You just want to lay in the snow?" She nodded, and moved over so her brother could plop down beside her. "You're cold though, isn't that uncomfortable for you?" She shrugged, and he watched as her fingertips turned the lightest shade of blue. Asriel used his fire magic to give her just a bit of heat, so she wouldn't cause any damage. Frisk looked over and smiled. "So, what's with the bruise?" He touched the light patch of greenish yellow on her cheek. Frisk pointed down the street. Asriel sat up, finally realizing what she meant.
"Why did she hit you?" She shrugged, and started tracing out pictures in the snow. Asriel stood up, and started walking. Frisk got up quickly and started to jog after him. She was trying to pull him back, but he gently shook her off. "It'll be fine, come watch and you'll laugh" Frisk nodded vaguely.
It was a nice house, the exterior was gorgeous, just like the people living there. Asriel picked up some snow, and started molding as fast as his hands would let them. Frisk burst out in laughter when she realized just what he was doing. Asriel and Frisk were both packing the snow tightly together, forming wondrous statue. It wasn't cruel, it wasn't harmful, but gosh darn it, it was hilarious. After they finished the teenagers bounded towards a bush in their front yard, and decided to wait.
The thing neither of them accounted for? Not clearing their tracks. After a couple of hours, they were both inside when the doorbell rang. Frisk had decided to answer it. "Can I- " The girl slapped the her. Hard. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY YARD?" Frisk held her face in shock, a small tear of her pride breaking trickled down. Sans stepped to the door, sockets black. " ?" The girl faltered a bit, but grabbed Sans by the jacket, pulling him down the street. Everyone followed after them.
"DO YOU SEE WHAT SHE DID TO MY YARD?!" It took all Sans had to not burst into laughter at the sight infront of him. Someone built a huge statue depicting a certain area of a woman's upper body. "What's wrong with it?" She fumed. "SHE'S APPARENTLY BEEN LOOKING AT MY CHEST! AND SHE MADE A FUCKING REPLICA ON MY LAWN, YOU BIG OAF!" Papyrus got ready to say something, but stopped at the look on Sans' face. "Honey, I could chop celery on your chest" boom. ("Oh shit… oh shit….." plays in the background of the three onlookers' minds)
The girl looked behind him, and tried to jump on Frisk, who moved out of the just in time for the angry woman to fall on her face. "You BITCH!" Frisk jumped out of the girl's reach, determined to not be pulled onto the icy road.
No matter what you throw at her, Frisk never really fought anyone. Even today, she didn't lay a hand on the person that had left a bruise on her face. Asriel leaned over, giving it a small kiss. "Why did she punch you, anyway?" Frisk looked up, slight anger on her face. "Something about a skeleton beating up her boyfriend last month" She looked over to Sans, watching sudden realization drape it's way across him. "The teacher?" She nods. "Well, she is crazy. They're a great match, huh?" Frisk gave him a slight shove. "Hey, kiddo, you're supposed to be nice to your dunkle Sans!"
So, this is getting pretty long, yeah? I'll probably upload a few more chapters that'll be spaced out, then start on a new series you guys might enjoy. Don't want to stretch all of this too thin, gotta have an ending to everything.
Thank you guys though, for your support. I really appreciate every time someone reads a chapter, follows, all that jazz. It makes me feel like I'm doing good, entertaining you all.
Didn't mean to get sappy, but ya know.
Later, Taters~