Library Stories
The next few days were awkward to say the least, but they were still better. For some reason, probably to spy, Sans kept coming up to the castle. Frisk would see him everywhere, but he would always vanish before other’s could see him too. They were starting to get a bit paranoid. Especially since he was a sick fuck who kept showing up in his ‘I’m going to kill you’ eyes and just staring into their souls. He was doing it on purpose! Frisk was sure of it. Chara was too.
A good thing that came out of it though was that Flowey was dubbed a familiar, and they were allowed to carry him around in a pot. Chara found great amusement in this. He complained at first saying that he wasn’t a pet that could be carted around and shown off. Then he realized that he could scare the students by pretending to be a normal flower at first and then turning around with that evil grin of his. Chara also found great amusement in that. Frisk did as well. Especially the first time that it happened to the golden trio.
Frisk had been in the library, studying, and ignoring the skeleton in the corner. When Granger, Weasley, and Potter all approached their table. It seemed like they were fed up with not having answers, or Dumbledore sent them. Either way, it was inconvenient. Flowey had been taking a nap, so Frisk shushed them before any of them could open their mouths.
“Shhh. He’s sleeping. I just got him to stop complaining.” They gestured to the flower sitting in the pot. Potter raised an eye brow, but he had seen the flower closer so he knew that it was a living being. Weasley just stared at them like they were crazy, but also didn’t question the flower. To Weasley’s still current knowledge, they were still possessed by a demon and thus not one to piss off.
Granger was the one who actually had a problem with being shushed. She huffed and crossed her arms. “It’s a flower, it doesn’t matter if we’re loud or not.” Frisk was reminded, mostly by her blatant ignorance, that Granger probably hadn’t seen Flowey actually talk, that or she ignored it like it was a fever dream. Which, more power too her. Frisk loved their family, but sometimes they wished they were also a fever dream. Especially the stalking skeleton who was still fucking staring from the goddamned corner! Fuck was their best friend creepy.
“Well, he is sentient, and annoying on a good day.” they paused and then added “psychotic on a bad. I would very much like for him to not start his habit of eating souls again so try to keep it down.” Flowey grumbled for a bit, as if he knew that they were talking about him, but still remained sleeping. “What do you want?”
That seemed to perk them back up because they all decided to unanimously sit down. Like they were invited. Frisk could feel a headache coming on. Sans was still watching.
“We wanted to know what that whole thing at the Ministry was. What were those glowing things? How did you do all of that?” Potter spat out. He seemed to be holding that one in for a while. Still, Nope.
“I’m not telling you what those ‘glowing things’ were.” They retorted using air quotes. “I’m not telling you how I did everything that I did do. I didn’t tell Dumbledore directly, what makes you think I’ll tell his little info spy?” Potter pursed his lips, and seemed ready to argue back, when Granger interrupted him.
“You don’t have to tell us what you did. I’ll figure it out anyways. What I want to know if who were those…” she paused seemingly unsure on how to describe the citizens from New New New Home. Eventually Frisk took pity.
“They prefer the term ‘Monster’” At Granger’s look, they just shrugged because it was true. They all willingly called themselves Monsters. She huffed, but continued.
“Who were they?” Now this was a semi-safe topic to go over. Frisk also happens to love talking about them. Even the stalker.
“Well which one do you want to start with?” The golden trio paused as they hadn’t expected to get this far. “Well?”
“Who was that fish lady?” blurted out Weasley. Faster than the other two, so they were starting with Undyne.
“That was Undyne. Captain of the Royal Guard.” Frisk announced smugly. “She’s super badass and loyal to a fault. Once you’re friends with her she’ll die to protect you.” Frisk paused. “She’s dating Alphys, who was that yellow Dinosaur. She’s a genius. She’s the Royal Scientist. So she’s really smart, and she’s in charge of surveillance and defenses. Although that might have just been Alphys being Alphys.” Frisk paused. What was Alphy’s official job again? Oh well.
“Okay, so who were the goat people?” Potter asked. Frisk smiled.
“That was Toriel and Asgore. They’re the King and Queen of the Underground and it’s citizens respectively. They’re divorced though. It was messy, dead kids.” Frisk made a face, and Chara laughed somewhere in their head.
“And the robot?” Granger added.
“That’s Mettaton. He’s amazing. He was technically made by Alphys, but it’s iffy on what went into that process. He’s like a celebrity to the people of the Underground, but despite the fact that he’s a drama queen, he’s also like really nice and fun to have a dance battle with.”
“What about that spider?” Weasley cringed. That was right, the boy was afraid of spiders…
“That is Muffet. Don’t let her know you have a fear of spiders. She will either torment you for the rest of your life because you decided to fear her babies. Or use it to ring your pockets dry.” They paused. “Well, dryer.” They received a glare for that one, but it was still funny.
“What about the Skeletons? You were talking to one the other night.” Frisk froze. Then they looked down, well aware that there were still eyes on them.
“That was Sans, the other one was Papyrus. They’re brothers. Papyrus wanted to become a member of the Royal guard back when they were in the Underground and one of the things they have to do it catch and kill humans. He wouldn’t hurt a fly though, he’s harmless. He was more excited to see a human than anything. Sans had me play along with the games, and I will admit it was fun.” They looked back up. Staring dead into the eyes of the golden trio. This was important. “Sans, on the other hand hates humans.” They flinched.
“He’s probably one of the ones that have the most incentive to hate humans, and he can hold a grudge. He’s still my best friend though, he makes dumb puns and awful jokes, tries to leave me with a bill that will put my children into debt, and watches as I’m being chased by a crazy fish lady with a smile, but he’s still my best friend, and I love him.”
The others were gaping at them, but Frisk didn’t care. They had to get this point across to both them, and the stalking skeleton who was still fucking in the corner, goddamn! Move, show signs of life, talk, something. Stop watching children from a darkened corner.
“Well, that was all cute and all, but you woke me up, Frisk.” Flowey grumbled coming out of his nap. He was cranky when baby didn’t get his nap. Frisk almost cooed.
“It talks.” Granger gasped. Frisk took their eyes off of Flowey, and that was their real mistake. Not watching the little gremlin.
“Yeah, he talks. I told you he’s sentient.” Frisk grumbled.
“How does it talk?” Now Frisk gave her a look, because while they themselves did not know about what it all took for Flowey to come to life in terms of science or magic, they were not going to let Granger know. So they went for the easiest option, make her look dumb.
“Really, you just heard me talking about the other monsters from the Underground, one of which is a fish lady, and you’re confused on why Flowey - who is a monster of the Underground - can talk?” Granger blushed in embarrassment.
“Besides I can do a lot more than just talk.” Flowey had a way of changing his voice when he wanted to, it made him sound more deranged, it king of echoes in a way. He was currently using that now. When Frisk glanced down at the little psycho from the corner of their he was making his ‘I’m going to eat you’ face. The golden trio looked properly disturbed by that.
“To show you all I can do though, I am going to need a couple of souls. You wouldn’t mind handing yours over would you.” Flowey started spawning his pellets around himself. They spun and looked fairly harmless, till you got stabbed. “Not like you have a choice.”
The trio glanced at Frisk again. “He will eat your souls. You woke him up. Run.” they shrugged, watching at the Gryffindor’s took their advice and made a hasty exit. Flowey calmed down immediately after, the pellets disappearing. Frisk went back to studying. And Sans, lovely Sans. The fantastic skeleton that he was, was still in the fucking corner staring at them with his fucking unseeing eyes like a goddamned creep!