"I don't like him."

"You haven't even talked to him yet."

"There's something about him."

"You don't know that."

"Look, he gives me the creeps."

"I don't know. He's kind of adorable if you ask me." He gasped. "That's what it is! You're crushing on him!"

"How does having a crush on someone equate to being creeped out by them."

"They feel pretty similar to me."

"And this is why it didn't work out with, what, your first five boyfriends?" Asriel slapped a large sticker over her mouth, making her grumble incoherently before peeling it off her lips. When she read the words 'Happy Valentine's Day' on the sticky paper, her immediate reaction was to crumple it up and toss it. "Why do you have Valentine's Day stickers in June?"

"You never know when a sticker might come in handy. You must be prepared." Then he squealed. "And I'm gonna get you a date with G!"

Frisk's face reddened. "You really don't need to do that." That was the opposite of what she wanted. That was the last thing she needed. Her last crush had resulted in a huge rivalry. Besides, this situation was nothing like that. She didn't even like G!

G Snowdin had only been working for a few days, Toriel taking the skeleton under her wing at the beginning of summer. When Frisk asked why, all Toriel said was that she owed him. Still Frisk, didn't see that as being a good enough reason for G not only working there, but staying in the shack. And G was creepy. Not just odd, creepy. It had nothing to do with the unexplained empty socket, or the way his grin seemed . . . sharp. That was a good word for it. It was more to do with the way he postured, standing like he was above everyone else. And the charm. He was entirely too charming. Some charm was necessary in a retail business, but that much charm was unnatural and perhaps denoting narcissism. Frisk was certain that if G sliced his arm bone, he would probably bleed gold and confidence. That idea may be why Toriel tolerated him, actually.

G was handsome for his age. On that, Frisk would reluctantly concede. It was the only point G had in his favor. But still, Frisk didn't like him. She wasn't sure what it was, but her skin crawled whenever she and G were within two feet of one another. Since G sometimes forgot the concept of personal space, that happened more often than Frisk would care to admit.

"Oh yeah!" Asriel's voice dropped to a whisper when he said, "It's happening."

"I'll be damned."

"Fine!" he uttered nonchalantly. "I may just take him for myself."

"Ugh!" Frisk spat, shuddering at the thought. She was even less comfortable with the idea of Asriel dating G. For some reason, it just felt even more wrong.

Lost in thought, Frisk hadn't seen G approaching. So when the taller skeleton plopped one elbow on the counter and leaned forward suddenly, Frisk almost fell backwards. Fortunately, there was a wall there to catch her, but the embarrassment was the same. And her skin. Oh how it crawled. "What's cookin'?"

"Nothing," Frisk answered immediately.

G snorted. "You oughta be careful dove. With that tone, someone might think you're, up to something."

Frisk most certainly did not shiver at the way G's voice dropped. Face heating up, she was eternally grateful when Asriel slid between her and G and asked, "So what do you do in your spare time? You got any plans this weekend?"

G smirked and let out a small chuckle. Frisk almost screamed 'no' at Asriel when G started to answer with, "My weekends are pretty much free. I have yet to develop any real hobbies around here."

"Well," he began, then out of nowhere pulled Frisk into the conversation (literally), "Frisk was going to go hunting."

"Asriel!" she squeaked, and she remembered just how much she hated her voice.

G's eye glinted. "You hunt?"

"No!" she shouted, straightening up and trying to put some distance between herself and the other two conspiring against her. Did this count as a conspiracy? It felt like it. "Not . . . not the kind of hunting you're thinking."

G's face scrunched up playfully. "I didn't think so. You don't look the type."

"Type?" Frisk squinted. "What do you mean I don't look the type?"

"To go around shooting innocent little woodland creatures. You look more like the kid who cried over Bambi's mom," G declared.

Asriel covered his mouth, snickering as he refrained from saying what Frisk just knew he was going to say. She silently pleaded for him to be quiet, to not say it. But he did. "She sobbed."

G, to his credit, did not laugh. However, the smirk on his face looked a little too . . . Frisk didn't know. Mirthful? Entertained? She wasn't sure of a proper word. She was so focused on finding a proper word that she missed seeing G lean even more on the counter, head propped up in his hands as he asked, "So what kind of hunting?"

"Huh?" Frisk said, plastering herself against the wall away from G. She was about to move from behind the counter, but was blocked. When had Asriel taken to standing there? Was she so out of it that she hadn't seen him move either? Was Asriel intentionally blocking her only exit?

Yes. Yes he was.

"What do you hunt if not Bambi? Mushrooms? Criminals? Mysteries?"

"He's an explorer. Explores anything that looks remotely interesting," Asriel offered.

She didn't even need to be there, did she. Asriel was going to set this up whether she liked it or not. "Exploring is one of my favorite things," G interjected. Was it just Frisk, or did that statement sound way more suggestive than anything G had said before? "We should do that sometime," he directed at Frisk.

Asriel looked so overjoyed as G returned to work that Frisk almost couldn't hate him for what he'd just done. Almost. Glaring at him, he only smiled back, eyes half-closed as he gloated his success. "Looks like you're gonna have that date I was telling you about."

Without missing a beat, Frisk pulled out her cell phone and dialed a particular number. Putting the phone to her ear, she kept her glare on Asriel. His face contorted into one of utter horror as someone answered the phone and Frisk said, "Yes, is this the Serial residence?"

"Frisk no!" he cried, flinging himself at her.

She held his hand out and caught his forehead, keeping him at arm's length. "Hi, Chara. Yeah, I still have your number. I would apologize, but Asriel here—"

"Frisk no! Don't do this!" he screamed, swinging his arms.

"—was wondering if you were available to see a movie Friday night. He's nervous about asking because, you know, you tried to kill me that one time."

"Frisk, I'm begging you!" He dropped to his knees, hands clasped and eyes wide. "I thought you loved me!"

"Oh, you'll be here at eight? Awesome. Do let me know what prison was like." She slid her phone back into her pocket and walked around Asriel.

"Frisk, how could you?!" he screamed, falling flat on the floor.

"Doesn't feel too good, does it?" she said, leaving him on the wooden floors and deciding to take her break then. She walked past Toriel, who just entered the room to see Asriel stretched out on the floor and still shouting at his adopted sister. The old monster looked at her, a mixture of confusion and concern playing across her face. "Don't ask," Frisk uttered.

"No fear of that," Toriel responded.