Chara Asks For A Body
"Y-you want me to what?" Alphys shakingly asked. Chara smiled "I was wondering if you could build me a body for me to live in. But it can't be like Mettaton's, it needs to look realistic, like a human being. It needs to resemble a human, and can fool a human. Do you think you can handle it?" Alphys shuddered. This kid was giving her the creeps. "W-well, I-I don-"
"After all, you are the Royal Scientist, and I'm sure you could accomplish this one, simple task? I mean, Asgore wouldn't just hire an unprofessional, would he?" Chara batted their eyes. Alphys was in a cold sweat. It had taken her a long time to build Mettaton, hours and hours of hard labor, but that was in the Underground, where resources to build such things were scarce.
But that was a long time ago.
And this kid was freaking her out.
Alphys sighed. "I-I guess I'll get to work then." Chara nodded. "Thank you."
Sans teleported them back to their house. "kid, can you let frisk take over now? you've been in charge fo-" "Yeah yeah, whatever, don't waste your breath." Sans watched as eyes red as rubies, faded into dark brown. Frisk shook their head. "What happened?" They signed.
Sans sighed. "i'll tell ya later kiddo. i'm just bone-tired right now" Sans winked. Frisk laughed, as they heard Papyrus screaming. "SANS! I SWEAR TO ASGORE IF YOU MAKE ONE MORE-" "aw geez c'mon bro. throw me a bone." Papyrus angrily glared at him. He picked Sans up and carried him over to the kitchen garbage can, where he slam-dunked him into the trash. "i guess you could say-" "ENOUGH!" He screamed, stomping to his room. Sans hesitated a moment, and waited to hear the click of the door knob. "i guess you could say my puns are getting really trashy." Sans heard a scream of despair, and then the sound of something getting thrown across the room. Toriel was doubled over with laughter, and snickering.
"well kiddo, we had our fun, but its time for bed." Sans patted Frisk's hair. They pouted. "c'mon kiddo, its getting late, and tori will get real mad at me if i dont." Sans anxiously looked over at Toriel, then back to Frisk. He lowered his voice. "that woman is not a woman of empty threats."
Frisk hung their head and slowly walked to the bathroom, arms folded. They stepped on their step stool to reach the sink. They grabbed their toothbrush and squeezed the substance onto their toothbrush. They brushed their teeth, and then put on their pajamas. They were tucked in by Toriel. "Have sweet dreams, my child."