Clean Up
It was always lovely to be reminded on why you should not fuck with Sans. Frisk laid there in Asriel’s arms with Chara standing vigilant above, all watching in awe as the man that they had all semi-tormented started taking out Death Eaters and Ministry members left right and center. What Sans lacked in stamina and health he made up for in pure power. Frisk felt a shiver go through them as they watched that all seeing glowing eye scan his territory and looking for people to judge. He stood there like an avenging angel, and Frisk was honestly proud to call him their best friend, when they finally figured out what they are together and see if best friend still fits when you’re in a different body, and one of the people in the best friend partnership doesn’t fully believe that the other is who they say that they are, but then apparently did? Confusion…
Point is, Frisk and Sans needed to talk, but not at the moment because Frisk was too busy fighting the urge to whoop in victory. Frisk lost the fight.
“Whooo!” they cheered, causing Sans’ eye to flicker to them and their group for a moment, before going back to what he was doing. Chara turned and stared at Frisk, and then smacked them on the back of the head.
“Now is not the time Frisk.” he huffed. “Sans is getting all the kills.” Frisk giggled despite themselves and Asriel helped them up to stand.
“Well we can’t have that now can we?” they laughed as everyone of them jumped back into the fray to finish the fight as quickly as possible. It was a little tricky fighting with Sans at first, because the only one who could instinctively dodge anything he was throwing out was Frisk, but Chara also knew what his methods of fighting were. The only who who hasn’t fought Sans in some way shape or form was Asriel, so he was getting a bit singed by the blasts, but nothing too damaging. Every time a sharp tiny goat yelp sounded across the battlefield Chara would laugh and then cut down another person. He didn’t even turn to look at his brother. Just laughed and continued on with their day.
In the end the fighting didn’t last very long, with the combined efforts of all three of the Underground’s secret protectors - and villains - it was wrapped up nice and quickly with no causalities on their side. The few members of the other two factions that had managed to survive, survived only because Toriel had ended up falling out of her surprised state at seeing the fight and intervened. They were granted the queens mercy all because she couldn’t stop from hugging the children who she thought were dead. They escaped to live to tell the tale to their bosses.
With their mom currently in a very intense discussion with Sans the triplets took the time to finally relax. Especially, Chara and Asriel who had both come back to themselves right in the middle of a fight and just went with it. They sat together with their heads pressed together as they whispered among themselves. Frisk took the opportunity to stare at them.
They had seen Asriel when he turned himself into a god, and then back into a child, before becoming a flower once again, and they had seen Chara when he showed up to them at the end of the routes when they killed everyone - finally showing their face, claiming that they could erase realities together, if they combined their souls instead of just letting on inhabit the other, but this time it was different because there wasn’t no time ticking that would return the goat kid into a flower with no emotions, bent on destroying the world. There wasn’t a creepy deal in a dark void to be made from a demon child also bent on destroying the worlds.
There was something wrong with those two.
So Frisk could stare at Asriel and see that he had aged somehow from when he was last turned. He was growing horns, his ears were longer, and he was just overall bigger than he had been the last time they saw him. The lines that he got that dripped down his eyes when he was a god were still there, and Frisk wondered if they were a sign of power of resurrection. His younger form didn’t have them, but maybe that was just a projection?
Chara on the other hand looked, like Frisk, but not in the body that they had now. Logically, they knew that Chara and them used to look alike, it was something that was so uncanny, that except for the rosy cheeks and the sweaters you would be able to call them twins, but that Frisk had died, and had never been able to see themselves grow up to the age that Chara was currently displaying. So if Frisk stared long enough, they could almost imagine what they would have looked like if they hadn’t had died, but they did die. Maybe they had died at the age that Chara was now, they had always aged up together after all, and Frisk did not remember what age they did die, they only remembered their childhood, and then after leaving the underground a lot of ti got a bit fuzzy. Maybe that was what they looked like before all of this. It didn’t really matter now though did it? Now they were in a body that no longer looked like it mirrored Chara’s. Now they were blonde with aristocratic features, and while their hair length was still to their neck as that was how they liked it, it still wasn’t the same. Frisk took a few moments to morn what could have been.
Because honestly, it kind of sucked that they couldn’t grow up with everyone from their perspective. They remembered being happy, but not for how long they were. They knew that everyone had been saying it had been a while since their death, but they didn’t say how long it had been. Frisk wanted to know, but also didn’t want to bring up any unpleasant memories with their questions. There was so much of their previous life that they didn’t know about, so much that they couldn’t remember, and while it was disturbing to realize that you couldn’t remember much of you’re own life past a certain point, while others could, it was also a bit of a mystery that should keep Frisk busy for a while.
They were so lost in their own head that they hadn’t realized that Chara and Asriel had noticed that they were staring and were staring right back at them. When they did come back to themselves they stared some more at the two, who in return just stared harder. A silent challenge was issued resulting in both sides just stared harder and harder at the other side until one of them looked away. Blinking was allowed - they weren’t animals.
“What do we have here, some kind of staring contest?” Sans asked as he approached the trio. None of them turned to look at him, so he raised an imaginary eye brow at the group. “Well, eye’m going to join in if you don’t mind.” Sans declared as he plopped down right next to Frisk.
Somewhere in the distance Papyrus groaned.
Frisk giggled, but managed to keep their focus on their opponents. Chara groaned, was he going to have to sit through a bunch of puns? Just for the sake of winning?
“Well eye’ll be damned this is fun!” Yes, yes they were going to have to sit through a bunch of bad eye puns until one of them lost, or the skeleton killed them strictly from his bad jokes, which ever one happened first.
“SANS!” Papyrus called. He meant it as a scolding a way to discourage his brother from whatever sick game of puns he would be bringing out, but that only made Sans want to do it all the more. He liked annoying his brother, sue him.
“Oh, come on Paps my puns aren’t all that cornea.” Frisk chuckled again while Papyrus groaned in frustration. He really should have known better, really all telling Sans to stop doing something does is make him want to do it more, with style and flare. “Besides I’m telling them to my favorite pupil.” Frisk’s giggling increased.
Surprisingly Asriel ducked out first. Not because he couldn’t handle the puns, in fact when he wasn’t a flower who was incapable of feeling emotions he found them to be rather funny, but because he had to stop Chara from flinging their knife at Sans and potentially starting another fight. Sans gave up next because Papyrus started trying to strangle his brother from the puns. So that just left the wonder twins.
Frisk raised an eyebrow at Chara. “Wanna give up now while you still have some dignity?” Chara only scoffed.
“Frisky, baby.” he smirked. “I’ve been having to keep my eyes open since I manifested from my corpse, I’ve got this.” he settled further down into his position and leaned closer to Frisk, who copied their movements and they were inches from each other’s faces when a throat cleared next to them.
They paid it no mind and continued on with their contest, and once again a throat was cleared.
“You wanna cough drop dude?” Chara asked. There was no response, except for a slight deep chuckle from Sans behind Frisk. Around them what was once a steady buzz of conversations and activities had faded away slightly, and it was silent, but still they paid those around them no mind. This was to be a contest for the ages, and the only two who had the will to go through with it for as long as it would take - at this rate probably days - were Frisk and Chara.
Then Dumbledore had to ruin all of the fun, because out of no where a phoenix arrived and cut of their eye contact with each other. They both stumbled back in shock, because of how close they were to each other the sudden phoenix had hit both of them with it’s wings and caused them to both break eye contact at the same time. It was a draw. Unfortunately. Frisk and Chara both turned to glare at the old man, but stopped when they saw that he was wearing a thinning but patient smile on his face.
“As you are both done, we do need to start on a debriefing on the situation, so if you could all please follow me?” Neither wanted to move, but a quick glance shared between Frisk and Sans confirmed that there probably wasn’t much of a choice to begin with, besides. Frisk eyed the group of people standing wands ready behind Dumbledore, the Order of The Phoenix had arrived.