Chapter 23

Red felt close to tears when he heard the cursed alarm clock ring at 5:30 am.

"Nnnnnnnnggg… Boss, get tha fuckin' alarm clock…" Red slurs, burying his head in his pillow. Fell groaned next to him, arm reaching over him to hit the alarm before pushing him out of the bed. Red rolled over the edge of the bed, landing face-first on the carpet. Normally, he would've been 9 kinds of pissed—but it was just too god-damned early.

"BROTHER… I'LL GO DOWNSTAIRS AND PREPARE THE HUMAN'S FOOD FOR THE DAY AND ORGANIZE THEIR BAG. YOU GO ROUSE THEM AND GET THEM DRESSED FOR THE DAY." Fell grumbles, pulling himself out of bed and stalking to the door in just a pair of black sweatpants and a red tank-top. Red groaned, pulling himself up from the ground; his magic snatching at a bright yellow sweater and a pair of shorts.

He slipped them on, stumbling out into the hallway blearily. He checked the hall dully, feeling satisfaction in knowing that they hadn't managed to wake the others in the house as they carried through the work for the morning.

Almost immediately after they had all gotten settled in the house, a system had been put in place on who got Frisk ready every morning. Mondays were Toriel and Sans, Tuesdays were Swap and Blue, Wednesdays were Fell and Red, Thursdays were Mafia and Paps, and Gaster had Fridays.

The job entailed multiple things; making Frisk's lunch and breakfast, getting their bag packed and making sure they had everything done and any papers signed. Next was waking them up and helping them get dressed, followed up by a cup of tea to help them wake up and stay alert. Then they needed to deliver them to the bus stop and make sure they got on.

Red yawned, sluggishly making his way down the hallway until he got to the white door at the other end of the hall. He checked himself over before opening the door; Toriel had explained that it helped Frisk wake up when whoever woke them up was fully dressed and looked wide awake themselves.

Red smiled when he saw the kid sleeping peacefully amongst their fortress of pillows and fluffy blankets. He frowned slightly when he saw Sans sleeping next to them, with Frisk tucked into his chest.

It was cute, but it meant that Frisk had a nightmare during the night. Sans was really the only one who knew how to calm the child down after them.

Red walks over silently, nudging Frisk awake quietly. Frisk wakes up with a small hum, their eyes opening blearily. Red smiled softly, pressing a small kiss to their forehead.

"Morning, darling. Heard you had a nightmare last night—you doing okay?" Red asks, and Frisk nods; their arms still wrapped tightly around Sans' ribcage. Red smiled, slipping his arms under the other's armpits and carefully removing them from Sans' grasp. The other skeleton blearily opened his sockets, spotting Red. Red smiled, noticing the deep bags under the other's eyes; Sans has had a tiring week, he needed to sleep if only for another couple hours.

"Oh no, you stay in bed—Tori will whoop me if I allow you to collapse and blow us all to dust at the lab today. Tell him, Frisk." Red chastises, whapping Sans lightly on the forehead. Frisk nods, sticking their tongue out at Sans playfully.

Stay in bed, Sans! I'll be okay!

Sans chuckles, sighing as he laid back down in the bed.

"Alright kiddo, be good for me, ok?" Frisk nods, flashing a tired smile and a thumbs-up. Red chuckles, setting the child down as he walked over to their closet door. He opened it up, checking the chart on the inside of the door.

Every night before Frisk went to bed they put magnets on a small board on the inside of their closet, stating what they wanted to wear that day. Red smiled, black and red striped-sweater, pink tutu, black leggings, army boots, and a red and black bow? Red could do that.

"Nice choice, darling—here, you go grab your bow, socks and shoes and I'll grab your sweater, tutu, and leggings." Frisk hums agreement, dashing over to a small dresser that held socks, underwear, and accessories. Red locates the clothing, smiling as he draped it over his arm.

Frisk bounds up, and Red smiles as he lays it out on the foot of the bed. Frisk pulls off their nightshirt, completely comfortable with Red being in the room while they undressed; he was a skeleton after all and several centuries older than them, so it didn't matter. Red did a quick once-over, making sure that there were no marks on the other or bruises.

Sans had told him that Frisk had a couple bullies up here on the surface, and Red was keeping a lookout. He had always had a knack for finding motherfuckers who messed with his family.

In his once-over, Red winced when he saw that Frisk was clearly starting to hit puberty. That wasn't going to be a fun conversation to have with the child—nor was it going to be a fun thing to deal with. Red didn't care if he had the ability to go back to his own universe by the time it became a real problem; he'd help the poor child bra-shop until they could figure out a way to stop the growth.

Isn't there some sort of treatment up here on the surface that can stop Frisk's growth genitalia-wise? Red suddenly wonders, but when he sees that Frisk was ready to start getting dressed he saves the note for later.

Frisk slips on the sweater, the leggings, and Red helps them get the tutu on and fastened securely around their hips. Red summoned the hair brush over to him, softly brushing through the other's hair before clipping the bow securely into Frisk's hair.

"Hey, I have an idea to add to the bow real quick; do you mind staying here for a quick second?" Red asks, and Frisk shakes their head. Red nods, teleporting to his room and grabbing the little black jewel he had set out last night. He teleports back, magic summoning a pin into his hand.

He sticks it in his mouth leaning down so he was eye level.

"Stay still darling, I'm gonna fasten this to the front…" Red coos, stringing the pin through the clasp on the back of the jewel and pinning it to the front of the bow. Frisk bounces over to the mirror hanging on their door, staring at the glittering black jewel with a gold lining fastened to the middle of their bow.

Frisk turns to him, a wide smile on their face and two thumbs-up.

I love it, Red! Thank you!

Red smirked, picking up the child and swinging them up around onto his shoulders. Frisk giggled happily, clutching onto his skull lightly.

"Whelp, Boss should have breakfast and your tea ready. Let's not keep him waiting, eh?" Frisk nods, and Red walks out into the hallway, closing the door softly so that Sans could sleep unhindered. Red teleported into the kitchen, catching Fell off guard and making him nearly send a pancake flying through the window.

"RED! YOU MADE ME NEARLY THROW THE HUMAN'S FOOD INTO THE FRONT YARD!" Fell whisper-yells, trying to make sure he didn't wake the rest of the household. Red shrugged, magic enveloping Frisk and setting them down softly at the island.

"Sorry, Boss. Don't want ya cakin' the front yard with pancake batter." Frisk giggles, and Fell groans as he sets down Frisk's tea in front of them, dropping 2 pieces of ice down into their drink. Frisk didn't like things when they were too hot.

Thank you, Fell! Frisk signs, blowing lightly on their tea, waiting for it to cool. Fell nods, a small smile on his face. He flips the last pancake, settling it firmly on the plate. He next picked up the whip cream, chocolate sauce, and strawberries. Strawberries formed the mouth, whip cream made the eyes and the hair, chocolate sauce made the pupils and drizzled lightly over everything else. Red grabbed a red-handled fork and poured a glass of orange juice, delivering them with Fell behind him holding the plate of food like a priceless treasure.

Frisk's eyes widened, excitement making the crimson iris' sparkle and their smile glow. Red smirked, pressing another small kiss to their forehead as they rapidly signed out thanks before digging into their meal. Red checks the clock—they had about 15 minutes before they needed to start walking down.

"I'm gonna pack your bag kid, make sure your dishes make it into the sink and your tea gets the cap on it so you don't spill it all over your outfit." Red reminds Frisk, who nods while taking a large gulp of the now-cooled earl gray tea.

Fell nods, stalking over to the sink to get a head start on the dishes. Red grabs the already-packed lunchbox and teleports to the landing, picking up Frisk's bag from the banister and rifling through it.

"Folders…binders…pencil…pen…tissues…where's their boo-oh there it is. Just need their lunch." Red closes up the main pocket after putting everything back in their designated place, slipping the lunchbox into the front pocket where it was supposed to go. Red walked back into the kitchen, the bag over his shoulder.

Frisk had finished their food, carefully sliding it into the sink on their tiptoes because they were just a bit too short to reach the top of the tall sink—Red didn't blame them, with Toriel, Gaster, and all the Papyrus', the tall people outnumbered the short and thus the sink was sentenced to be tall. Fell watched in amusement, carefully making sure that the other didn't drop the plate and break it—Frisk didn't like the sound of glass shattering.

"You ready to go kid?" Red asks, and Frisk nods as they succeed in setting the plate on the bottom of the sink, dashing over to fasten the lid of their tea-cup on so that they could carry it with them as they walked. Fell chuckles, grabbing his leather jacket and Red's hoodie from the coatrack. Red glanced up, noticing that Mafia and Paps' coats were still absent.

"Those two are gonna kill themselves with how long they stay at that new workplace of theirs, although they're already starting to bring in a killing. Speaking of that, how's being a police-skeleton up here on the surface going, Boss?" Red asks, carefully keeping an eye on Frisk's behavior as he ushered them out the front door. Fell seemed pleased to be asked, his ribcage puffing out in pride.

"IT IS GOING SPLENDID, DEAR BROTHER! THE ORIGINAL'S UNDYNE IS PROUD OF MY WORK!" Fell boasts, and Red smiles. Frisk giggles, taking another sip of their tea before spotting a small stone on the path ahead. Frisk skips ahead, picking up the little stone and moving it to the grass.

"Hey! Who said you could move me, buster?" The small stone exclaims in a small voice, and Frisk giggles before signing.

Sorry! I just didn't want to accidently kick you and hurt you!

The stone seems to let out a small huff before replying; "Well alright sweetheart, thanks for moving me. Have a good day!" Frisk nods, signing back.

You too!

Red and Fell smile widely, Red stifling back another yawn as he watched the adorable child continue to skip in front of them. He saw the bus stop ahead, empty like normal. Frisk was the only pickup at this stop that he knew of.

Red spotted the bus crest the hill, and quickly handed Frisk their bag as they gulped down the last of their tea. They traded, and Fell quickly knelt down and adjusted the child's tutu; tilting it slightly down in the back and farther up in the front.

Red nodded approval—the angle added a certain adorableness factor that just served to make Frisk look all the more precious.

"Have a good day at school, kid!" Red calls as Frisk gets on the bus, Fell waving to the child.

"YES, OVERPOWER YOUR ENEMIES AND HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY, TINY HUMAN-FRISK!" Frisk smiles, waving from the window as the bus drove off.

Red finally slumps forward, exhaustion reasserting itself in his shoulders. A monstrous yawn escapes him, and he grabs Fell's belt before teleporting back to their room.

Fell grabbed his running shoes, double-checked to make sure that the second alarm was set to wake Red up again in 2 hours, and then turned off the light as Red collapsed in bed—already snoring.

Fell sighed, Red wasn't letting the others know just how tired he was, but the other skeleton could never hide anything from him. Red was tired, Fell knew this; but he was confident the other could push through it.

Or sleep through it, whichever worked.

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Soo, umm, due to recent events I'm planning on moving completely over to ArchiveofourOwn. So, I'm going to leave this up on here, but it won't be updated. If you want to continue reading PTA Meetings, then please go read it at my Archive account: CaridwenAngetueur1. If you can't find it, message me and I'll send you the link personally. I hope I see you there!