guess what

I'M BACK BITCHES!

I know, I know, you want an explanation. Its at the end of the story in the authors note as usual. Hope you love this well over-due chapter!

~Bazooka Universe 3

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The courtroom was crackling with anticipation.

Mrs. Gambini had just given Linda question after question, and slowly but surely some jury members began to support me again. However, there were still quite a few that gave me dirty looks

Then it had been waiting, waiting, and more waiting as the jury members went into a small room debate on weather Linda was truly innocent. Hours passed and the jurors still were talking it out. We weren't able to listen in on their conversation, but as the hours passed I convinced myself that Linda was going to go free. I had talked myself into thinking that Linda would be able to torture and hurt me my whole life until I turned 18 or till I was dead.

When the jury came out of the small, brown door, the entire courtroom became silent. You could hear a pin drop, it was so silent. When all the jurors sat back down, the judge cleared his throat.

"What has the jury decided?" Judge Eunomia asked.

A short woman with bright pink lipstick stood up with a paper in hand. Her small, but strong voice spoke up to the judge.

"We, the jury, find the defendant…"

I close my eyes, my heart racing a million miles a minute.

Please, please! My thoughts cried out.

"...Not Guilty."

The bench is slightly warmer today, I thought as I sat down at my favorite spot. Usually its freezing

I was near Lake Cosset, sitting at that old metal bench, a warm drink in hand. Though winter was finally starting to fade away into spring, it was still a bit chilly outside. Half melted snow was dispersed around the hill leading up to a now unfrozen lake. Though the chill in the air made the water much too cold to swim in, you could still see a Father and his Son fishing on the dock that led into the lake. I watched the warm steam from my thermos float like smoke in the air before slowly taking a sip.

It's been almost a month since The Trial.

The Trial, with a capital T. It was such a big event that I couldn't imagine trying to call it something else in my head. After the verdict was called, all hell broke loose. Mr. Mormus was yelling obscenities, Linda was screeching, Sans and Toriel were crying, and Mrs. Gambini was smirking triumphantly. The Judge was trying (and failing) to get the court under control, and eventually the chaos ended when Linda was handcuffed and escorted out. That moment I felt like I was on top of the world, like nothing could hurt me.

But since that day, I haven't seen Frisk. My family had been swamped by reporters, legal documents, and cardboard boxes, so I never got any time to see them.

I heard the crunch of melting snow behind me, and I quickly looked up in a panic.

Speak of the devil, I thought, and smiled. Frisk was standing there. They were wearing a knee length black skirt with a rose pattern printed on it, and had black leggings underneath to stave off the cold. They also had a black top on, with a maroon-colored sweater over top.

"Hey." I said rather lamely.

Frisk smiled. "Hi." They spoke up softly, though their voice seemed scratchy.

"You don't have to talk today if you don't want to." I said. "I mean, I've been studying my sign language in my spare time and I think I'm pretty good at it now but I don't-"

Frisk cut me off with a short laugh. They signed to me 'That's okay'

I nodded. "Um...right." I patted the seat next to me, and Frisk sat down a couple inches apart from my body.

They began to sign. 'So I heard that you are…' They paused, before signing. 'You're moving away.'

"Yep." I stared forlornly. "Dad is gonna ship us off to New Orleans for a few years. But," I said, cutting off their frantic signing. "I'm coming back here when I start high school."

Frisk looked confused. 'Why? I want you to stay.'

I shrugged. "My Dad...he was kinda having an affair with this girl in New Orleans. Her name was Hazel and, turns out, she has a kid too. Her husband left her when the kid was really young, though. Anyway, Hazel wanted to let her kid and me finish middle school before moving, 'cause it's easier to start at a new school at the beginning of the year."

'So, you're going to go to middle school in New Orleans?' Frisk looked pretty shocked.

"I mean, yeah, basically." I explained. "Plus, my Dad and I are going to help her move out and stuff. Hazel's kid is only one year older then me, but I know like...nothing else about him."

'Do you know his name at least?' Frisk signed.

"Charlie." I respond. "Charlie Wilcox."

Frisk nodded in confirmation, and we sat in silence for a while. We watched as the harsh winds whipped Lake Cosset, causing small, tiny waves to form on the surface of the dark water. The silence was comfortable, and I felt as if this moment was timeless, as if nothing else existed beyond this lake. We somehow became the center of our very own universe, in that little moment.

"So…" I broke the silence with a sigh. "I won't be able to see you for...a while." I looked back at Frisk. They had a strange expression on their face, one I couldn't decipher.

I looked back at the lake. "So… I guess this is Goodbye?" I looked down, flushing. "Well, not 'Goodbye' cause I'm going to see you again so I don't-"

I felt Frisk tap me on the shoulder, and I quickly lifted my head up.

Frisk had shuffled closer to me. We were almost touching, our skin mere millimeters apart. I had never been this close to Frisk's face before. Their gingerbread-colored irises shone with an emotion I couldn't even hope to understand. Small spots of freckles dotted Frisk's cheeks, and their plump, pink lips were slightly parted, sending a shiver up my spine that wasn't from the chill.

"If not Goodbye…" They swiped their tongue over their lips, wetting them. "Then how about 'see you later?'"

I smiled softly. "Yeah...I'd like that."

Then Frisk kissed me, and everything just made sense.

It was like I finding that missing puzzle piece you had dropped and hadn't even noticed it being missing. Months of my weird feelings towards Frisk finally made sense when they kissed me, and things felt right. Moments from our time together came back to me in flashes. After Frisk's nightmare, when Frisk first defended me from those bullies, and when they sat with me in the hospital. Every little thing they did to help me. And in that moment, I felt...loved. Like I actually mattered beyond a face and a name. In that moment, there was nowhere else I'd rather be.

Frisk's lips tasted like strawberries and mint.

It only lasted for a few seconds, but I felt like I was floating when they broke away.

My face was on fire when I finally came back to reality. "Um...uh...that w-was….nice…" I murmured like an idiot.

Frisk just chuckled. "Yeah, it was." They stood up, brushing off their clothes.

"W-Where are you going?" I asked.

"Its spaghetti night at my house, I can't miss it." They smiled, and signed. 'You want to come over with us?'

I shook my head. "Ah, I can't, um. My Dad has been staying at work late and tonight is like, one of the only nights he can eat with me, so…" I trailed off, feeling awkward.

Frisk shook their head, and signed, 'It's cool, I get it.' They started to leave, then turned around. "Remind me to kiss you again when you come back, alright?"

I blushed a furious red again. "Uh…..y-yeah." I nodded again. Idiot!

"See you later?" I asked.

Frisk chuckled, looked up and smiled. "Yeah. See you later (y/n)."

And I watched Frisk go off through the trees, their form disappearing into the shadows.

Finally, after months of a cold, bitter winter, I finally experienced the warm embrace of spring.

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THAT WAS THE FLUFFIEST SHIT I'VE EVER DONE PAPA BLESS

Also yes! I am okay!

SO many people responded to my absence in a positive light. I cant thank y'all enough! I don't want to ramble about how good you all make me feel in this authors note but ooooohhh my god y'all have been so nice to me wow.

Long Story short, I saw someone made a comment on this story, and it basically said they were *inspired* by this story. THIS story! AND MAN I GOT INSPIRED BY AN INSPIRED COMMENT WOW INCEPTION

Basically I thought this story was cringy and that's partly why I abandoned it, but y'all are so nice I was like "SCREW IT. WHEN I GET HOME I WILL MAKE COOKIES AND THEN WRITE MY ASS OFF"

Soooooooo its been about 4 hours of straight writing and I came up with this WOWEE

I will have an epilogue, as this is the LAST CHAPTER MAN.

As many have you have noticed, I basically skipped through the rest of the court shit cause I just couldn't write it and trying to write it made me DIE INSIDE so I hope you don't mind :/

THIS WAS THE FLUFFIEST SHIT I HAVE EVER WRITTEN. I SHALL WAX POETIC ABOUT SMALL UNIVERSES EVEN MORE IN THE SEQUEL. ITS COMING DON'T U FRET!

Also I actually had to look up flavor combinations to figure out what Frisk's lips would taste like and if it would actually be good. (I originally had maple syrup and apples but then I was like...nah)

Anyway, if you have any questions for where the story is gong next, leave a comment and I'll address it in the epilogue

See you soon!

~Bazooka Universe