#Frisk totally putting off eating dinner

[askadventurewithfrisk]

*A knock? I guess even Monsters have door-to-door salesmen.

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Frisk Month '22 Day 20 - Asgore

“Should I say ‘Ho ho ho’? Or does only Santa say that?”

“You can say whatever feels right to you, Frisk."

It’s a cold December night. The street is dimly lit by the windows of houses, and by the headlights of Asgore’s truck. He pulls up next to the most conspicuous house on the block, which is decorated with so many holiday lights that it seems to be glowing red and green.

Frisk adjusts their elf hat, making a jingling sound. “Okay, I’ll think of something original.” They jump out of the truck’s passenger seat, carrying a small brown sack over their shoulder.

* You could have just used your backpack.

But that doesn’t fit with the look, thinks Frisk. Asgore takes a similar-looking, but much larger, brown sack out of the backseat and joins Frisk in walking up to the festive house’s porch. “They are going to love you,” he says to Frisk as he gets to the door, which is decorated with an ornate wreath that puts Papyrus and Sans’s outdoor decorations to shame. * Remember. * She won’t be the person we know. Frisk nods. They know. Asgore knocks on the door. Frisk stands next to him and puts on a big smile. A tall monster with short brown fur answers the door. She’s wearing a shiny dress the color of red ribbons. A shorter monster with antlers and an identical red dress is hiding behind her. “Ho ho ho! Happy Hollidays!” says Asgore. At the same time, Frisk says, “Hee hee hee!” * Very festive. “Fahaha! Hi, Asgore!” The taller girl stands aside to let Asgore and Frisk inside. “And you brought the famous human! Frisk, right?” She sticks a hand out towards Frisk. “The name’s Dess, and this here’s Noelle.” Frisk shakes Dess’s hand and meets eyes with Noelle, who’s peeking out at them from behind Dess. She’s smaller than the Noelle from the other world, Frisk thinks. And shyer. “Frisk here’s my Holliday elf,” says Asgore. “Gosh, it’s great to see you two! You’ve grown quite a bit, haven’t you, Dess?” Dess rolls her eyes and gives Asgore a hug. “I’ll be taller than you one day, old man,” she says. Frisk turns to Noelle. “Hi,” they say. “Sorry about the ‘hee hee hee’. I couldn’t think of anything else to say.” Noelle smiles at them. “I liked it,” she says quietly. “It was silly.” “Oh! Gorey!” Another deer monster emerges from the kitchen, holding oven mitts patterned with candy canes. “I see the girls let you in. Dinner will be ready in a few, I just have to roast the chestnuts a little longer.” Asgore follows Mrs. Holliday into the kitchen, chatting with her about boring adult things like the surface’s confusing street layouts. Dess takes Noelle’s hand and grins at Frisk. “You guys wanna play Plumber Racing?” “Oh, wait,” says Frisk. They take their sack off their shoulder and open it. “I’ve got presents first.” They fish out two candy canes and hand one to each of the girls. “Asgore said you’d like these.” “Well, he was right!” Dess takes her candy cane and eats all of it in two bites. “Thanks, Frisk!” “Fahaha, Dess!” Noelle puts her candy cane on the side table. “You’re gonna spoil your dinner!” “Oops,” says Dess. ——— As it turns out, Noelle is just as good at racing games as she is in the other world. She handily defeats Frisk and Dess in all four races. She plays as the girl from space instead of the big turtle, though. Frisk plays as the green lizard, obviously. * Obviously. When the adults call them for dinner, Dess races them to the table. Frisk and Noelle silently agree to let her win. It’s one of the nicest dinners they’ve ever had. Everything is a mix of sweet and spicy that makes them feel warm inside. Even the pecan pie that Asgore made is delicious. They especially like crunching on the roasted chestnuts. “So, Frisk is like our cousin, right?” asks Noelle after taking a sip of her eggnog. “Because Uncle Asgore is their dad, that makes them our cousin.” Asgore looks startled, but Dess chimes in, “Totally! Frisk, that means you gotta play video games with us at least twice a year, okay?” “The cousin pact is sealed,” says Frisk solemnly. They hand a chestnut to Noelle. “Here’s my offering.” Noelle pops it in her mouth and giggles. ——— In a couple of hours, after exchanging presents and singing songs, Asgore and Frisk say their goodbyes to the Holliday family. Frisk gives the three Hollidays one hug each, and definitely doesn’t hug Noelle a little too tightly. As Frisk is dozing off on the drive home, Asgore asks them, “Frisk… do you consider me to be your father?” His voice is quiet. “Um…” They think about it for a minute. “Well, you’re Chara’s dad, and Chara and me are siblings, so that makes you my dad, too. Even if we don’t live together. Plus you do dad stuff with me all the time, so.”

They rest their head on the car door. “I’m happy to hear that, Frisk,” says Asgore, patting them on the shoulder. “I’m very lucky to have you as a child.”

[valkyrieofsmut]

Captive Love   17

UF!Sans x Reader (or Frisk if you wanna)

Summary: Sans takes Sweetheart out with him for the day.

A/N: Maybe I should have put more teasing before this... lol So, I spent so long on the next chapter (and writing important stuff in Bone Brigade) that I haven't got farther than the next chapter... (even though I'm 6 chapters ahead in Bone Brigade) But! Believe me when I say that I'm working hard on it in my spare time, despite internet trouble (it coming and going randomly, basically not having internet) and heavy load of work.

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Sans' rounds.

This is what Sans did all day? 

It was just wandering around talking to people. 

These were… the 'rounds' Papyrus wanted him to do? 

It seemed really boring. 

Sans made sure to keep her close, not letting anyone get too close to her, and not letting her out from under his arm unless he had to. 

That was fine with her, though. The less she was away from him, the less chance she had of being yanked away and made into human sushi or some crazy thing. 

Sans pulled her into Grillby's and ordered them some lunch to go, taking her to one of the taller buildings and up to the roof. 

When they got there, it was empty, nothing really there except for some old dead plants that had probably been forgotten about and left by their previous human owners. 

Sans had her hold the bags and ducked to the side, digging out a large blanket from where it'd been hidden. 

"come up here sometimes when 'm doin' my rounds," he explained, spreading the blanket out and gesturing for her to sit. “like ta look up at th’ sky an’ watch th’ clouds, or stars- whatever’s out… not somethin’ ya see underground.” 

They ate their food, Sans drenching both his burger and fries in mustard, much to (Y/n)'s disgust. 

There was nothing wrong with liking mustard on your food, but the amount he used was a bit excessive. 

"grillbz' own secret, homemade recipe," he told her, his tongue snaking out to lick a spot on the side of his face. 

Was it weird that that movement seemed to ignite desire in (Y/n)'s belly? 

She knew what that tongue could do in her mouth, and around her shoulders and neck. She knew what his fingers could do lower… 

(Y/n) took the bottle of mustard from him to distract herself. "Pr-tty g...d," she agreed after tasting some on a fry. [pretty good]

Sans laid back, looking like he was about to take a nap. "yeah. he's a pretty good cook." 

Oh god… Now she was thinking of climbing over him and finding out what that thing that kept poking at her when he was excited was… 

Shit! She couldn't! They were outside. On a roof… 

She tried to focus on just eating her food. 

"hey, doll," he asked with a chuckle, "ya wanna pick up some stuff fer dinner? was thinkin', paps may like ta learn a new recipe…" 

"S-fe?" She asked. [safe?]

"yeah, sweetheart, course. think i'd let anythin' happen to ya?" He asked, looking over at her. 

"Wh-t a-e y- thi-king?" She asked after a moment. [what are you thinking?]

"dunno… ya know any recipes?" He asked. 

After thinking for a moment, she nodded. 

. 

Using her translation key, (Y/n) slowly wrote out the recipe, Sans watching over her shoulder after he'd put the groceries away. 

She finally finished and handed it to Sans to proofread, and he read out her instructions on how to make Shepherd's pie to make sure it was all correct. "sounds like a different kind a lasagna," he commented. 

"Diff-r-nt," she told him. [different]

Sans stuck the paper under a stack of things, poking out just so, before moving back to (Y/n) with a grin. 

He leaned behind her, nuzzling into her shoulder, his hands slowly stroking over her stomach and sides. "hey, sweetheart," he purred in his low, rumbling voice, starting to nip and lick at her shoulder and neck, "ya wanna…" he paused, letting out a soft groan as a needy sigh left her, "wanna take this upstairs?" 

(Y/n) gasped, her mind flooded with desire and nervousness. Did she want to? Yes. Should she? She couldn't see why not, really… 

"hn, sweetheart?" He asked into her neck. "there's s'much 'f yer body i ain't got ta see 'r touch, yet…" 

She nodded, and he let out a happy groan, standing and taking her hand, leading her from the kitchen to his room, though he had her go in front of him, his tongue sliding over his teeth as his hands trailed over her, giving gropes and pats to her ass as she climbed the stairs ahead of him. 

They got to his room, and Sans wrapped his arms around her after tossing the door closed, hands teasing over her ribs and down to her hips as he returned to nipping and licking at her. 

(Y/n) moaned, her hands going to grab at him, her breath coming out in pants as she leaned into his touch. 

This felt so good… it reminded her of when she was in highschool, actually; sneaking off to kiss and make out with someone, wondering if they'd be able to make it all the way. The fact that Sans was a monster didn't affect it at all. 

(Y/n) whined as Sans pulled away, and he chuckled at her, turning her and pulling her against him. 

His teeth touched her lips, parting them and slipping his tongue into her mouth. 

He let out a groan, his hands going to her thighs, picking her up long enough to lay her on the bed as he knelt over her. 

Sans kicked his shoes off and tugged hers off as well, tossing them somewhere away from the bed. 

He trailed his hands up, starting from her ankles, moving over her calves, thighs, hips, and body as he went back to her mouth. His knees were between hers, his hands sliding up and down from her ribs to her thighs, rubbing all along her. 

(Y/n)'s hands held on to his shirt and coat, tugging him closer, a knee laying over his hip. 

A needy growl rumbled in Sans' chest. "ah, fuuckk," he groaned, his hands closing around the back of her thighs again. "c'mere, sweetness," he growled, wrapping them around him, pushing tight against her, his thick bulge smashed to her heating core through their clothes. 

She whined, tightening her grip on his shirt. 

Sans let out a ragged breath, one hand holding tight to her thigh, the other forearm supporting him over her, the hand twisting in the bedding under her. He kissed her, grinding roughly against her wettening heat as their tongues tangled. 

(Y/n) whimpered as she arched to him. Her body was getting so hot as he rubbed against her, making it known that it was very ok this. 

 Sans' hand left the bedding behind to slide up her shirt. The feeling of his bony phalanges dragging up her stomach made shivers run down her spine. 

As his hand messaged her ribs, she moaned, her hips shifting against his. 

Sans groaned, then growled out a curse and pushed her shirt up, over her bra covered breasts. 

"fuck, sweetheart," he murmured before diving down to lick and nip along the tops of the soft mounds, dipping into her cleavage as his hand squeezed and groped a breast. 

(Y/n) gasped, whines and whimpers leaving her as she writhed under him. 

Sans' phalanges found her nipple and pinched it through her bra, making a particularly needy sound leave her throat. 

He groaned at the noise and moved his mouth back to hers, his tongue flicking out to meet hers as his fingers kept at pinching her nipple. 

(Y/n) moaned, her teeth going to catch his lip, but, of course, couldn't, and caught his tongue instead. 

Sans let out a lust filled growl and pulled back, their rough breathing filling the space between them as his hand slid up, loving the way his phalanges looked on her delicate neck. 

She flinched as they touched there, forcing her eyes back open as they passed and made their way to her hair, tangling in it and holding her against his mouth as he kissed her. 

Sans' whole body was grinding roughly against hers, and she was responding with eagerness, her hands holding him tight against her, twisting in his shirt. 

Whimpers left her, begging him to keep going, and he complied, not wanting to stop. 

“nnn, sweetheart, that soft lil pussy a yers feels real hot- ya need me ta check on it fer ya?” He asked, giving another rough buck of his pelvis. 

She looked up at him, her expression totally debauched. 

“fuck, sweetheart, wit ya lookin’ at me like that-” he shook his head, his hand leaving her breast and trailing down her body to rest over her mound, massaging it as he still ground against it. 

“Ahhh,” she moaned out his name, her voice cutting out at the pitch of her moans. 

“ungh, sweetheart,” he groaned back against her mouth as he ducked down to kiss her again.

Needy whimpers pressed from her as he moved, and her mouth fell away from his as she arched up to him, gasping. 

Sans was taking large breaths as he watched her face contort in need and pleasure. “such a pretty lil doll,” he murmured to her. “ya look like ya need somethin’ more…” 

(Y/n) nodded vigorously at him, and he licked his teeth. 

“yeah?” He asked. 

She nodded again, her eyes begging, and Sans let his hands leave her, going to his pants and tugging at the strings that kept them tight enough to stay up. "looks like ya might need some a this…" 

“SANS!” Papyrus’ voice crashed through the house up to them, followed by the crash of the front door closing. 

Sans’ eyelights rolled back in his sockets with a disappointed groan. 

“SANS!” Papyrus called again, from the foot of the stairs. 

Sans’ nasal ridge buried itself in (Y/n)’s shoulder as he muttered a frustrated, “goddamn it!” 

“SANS, GET OUT HERE, OR I’M COMING UP THERE!” Papyrus insisted. 

Sans pulled back, looking down at her longingly. “sorry, sweetheart…” 

She gave him a twitch of her lips as a smile. 

Sans climbed from over her and opened the door, yelling out, “what?!” as he disappeared. 

(Y/n) took a deep breath and let it out, rubbing her hands over her face. 

She’d almost had sex with Sans. Would have if his brother hadn’t stopped them. 

She… wasn’t quite sure how to feel about it… 

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[lynxgriffin]

Straight Outta Monster Narnia

HEY HEY I WASN’T EXPECTING TO DO THIS EVER AGAIN BUT WE’RE BACK

I’M GONNA PLAY ME SOME DELTA RUNE HERE

THOUGHTS AS I GO! ARE UNDER THE CUT!

Here we GOOOOOOO~!

Survey Program! Nice! Ominous!

I am here yes!

Truly excellent dude

OH MAKING A VESSEL NOW what are we Xehanort

NEATO I can pick Chara or Frisk heads or others…

Let’s do someone new. This kinda longish hair head.

STRIPES FOR DAYS! Longish sleeves, methinks

The legs are almost all the same LMAO

This is so friggin creepy I l OVE IT

Favorite food is PAIN nah it’s soft

BLOOD TYPE D. D for DOGGO

You have been gifted with kindness, not-XionFrisk

Pain AND seizure. Kinda wonder what happens if you say no tho…

But I don’t want to start over so let’s go with yes

OH FRIGGIN BUUUUURNED BY THE GAME, HAHAHA

Hi Toriel, you’re looking nice!

That’s a lot of friggin trophies over there

Also Kris, you need some eyes

RELIGIOUS SKA

So we have overachieving perfect child and sad boring child, okay

Awww Gerson wrote a book! How neat

It’s only you…..FOR NOW!!!!

It just isn’t home without white fur stuck in the drain, is it

CHAIRIEL’S RETURN!!!!

Also there’s some weird graphical flicker going on when I move and I wonder if it’s not because I’m playing full screen here

“Spray For The Boys, Flamin’ Hot Pizza Flavor” Damn Toby I missed your incredible sense of humor

DOES TORIEL USE PET SHAMPOO please say yes

ASRIEL’S AT COLLEGE AND UNDYNE’S A POLICE MONSTER, PERFECT

PROFESSOR ALPHYS IMMA GET AN A+ IN ANIME CLASS

DAMN who do I pick as my partner

Like…I really want Temmie…but also Snowdrake…

Random snake is also very good…

Ahhh I see this is gonna be pre-determined

HAHAHAHA FUCKIN BURNED AGAIN BY THIS HORRIBLE BLUE DUCK

Thank you cool snake I love your origin story

Oh this reindeer girl is very cute

MOTHA. FOKKIN. SUSIE

I instantly love her, goodbye

Oh Alphys you’re so not good at putting anyone in trouble

I JUST REALIZED TEMMIE HAS HER EGG ON THE DESK

Susie are you eating chalk

Oh sheet I like Susie less now

GAH DAMN THIS ESCALATED QUICKLY

Susie, Kris doesn’t even HAVE a face

Haha totally cut off my answer there

Hmm. I sense…a theme here.

Wow this really is putting on the restrictive aspects here

Now that’s a spooky face

Oh it ain’t gonna be that simple, mean girls

Well, this sure seems like an underground! Also…Kris is green now, okay

Hi there creepy waving things!

To reiterate: this is soooo creepy AND I LOVE IT

Puzzles! We got puzzles again! CREEPY PUZZLES

Whelp, we found Susie, just kinda hiding out in a…dead dust bunny thingie

LOL so much for a party member following you around

Well this is a new and interesting take on the bullet hell mechanics

Such interesting and different architecture

THE KINGDOM OF DARKNESSSSS

Yes let’s take a sudden HARD SHIFT into Final Fantasy

THE QUEST OF THE DELTA KNIGHTS that was an MST3K ep you know

About like…Leonardo da Vinci actually. Except he was a whiny bitch

LMAO Susie just “nah destroying the world sounds neat”

JOKESTER SANS GLIDES IN A FLAMING TRICYCLE SURE WHY NOT

VERY DIFFERENT COMBAT SYSTEM

“Dunno how I got an ax but like, that’s cool”

CAN’T WAIT FOR THE REMIXES OF THIS BATTLE MUSIC OKAY

Dunno if there’s a pacifist version of this game but I stick to tradition so I’m gonna try it

RALSEI. I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE

THE POWER OF FLUFFY BOYS SHINES WITHIN YOU it sure as hell does, game

The heckin heck Ralsei is so cute

Yup yup we gonna try pacifist this first time!

“If you’re reading this…I guess you’re dead.” Fair enough.

Gaster noises when trying to use the cell phone, hmmmm…

It’s an inverse papou fruit!

Susie just up and attacks this cake, all right

Battle is cool but it’s gonna take some getting used to, think I accidentally used both of my items

YOUR SENSE OF DIRECTION WON’T SAVE YOU NOW

“It’s like a dinner made out of three glasses of milk” Ralsei you’re SO CUTE

Now to see if TP stays leveled between battles…

“I thought you were running away.” / “Yeah, I finished.”

Fugdamn I want —pictures of Spiderman— remixes of this music ON MY DESK TODAY

FRIGHTENING FANFARE

Damn that puzzle still is tricky

Gah damn that was hilarious but also terrifying

We have the power of FLUFFY BOYS and MEAN GIRLS we are UNSTOPPABLE

Ohhh so that’s what the heart outline does!

Now that is a coooool cat and I like him already

Awww I don’t have enough money for the spooky sword

Susie just roastin’ everybody left and right

THEY GOT BARRY

These mechanics continue to be interesting and a bit more complex

“Damn, didn’t get to impale myself” I’m sure you’ll get your chance Susie

It’s really interesting how we’re basically group-battling to PREVENT the tank from beating the crap out of everyone

Oh now that light trick is weird

They keep throwing the usual chess and playing card guys at us and somehow I’m Suspicious

Is that a bucket. ARE Y’ALL HOMESTUCKING AT ME AGAIN

LMAO did Susie call us the Fuckboys or something

Oh, the Shit Squad, I guess!

THE POWER OF THE SHIT SQUAD SHINES WITHIN YOU HECK YESSSS

“I, Mr. Society, am far too intelligent to ever bow down to such a tyrant!” Hmmm.

Oh, it’s Sir Lion Plateface again

L E G S

THE BOSS JUST DRINKS A GALLON OF MILK THAT’S FINE

Well Ralsei got kinda junked there but WE DEFEATED SIR LION PLATEFACE

Cakes…are also my enemy…

Yeeeeah kinda saw that one coming

Susie I get the feeling you’re not going to enjoy being a bad guy either

Dang son I have no clue what’s going on anymore WE JUST HAD SOME SALSA IN A TREE STUMP

This jack’s got my number

That sure is a three-eyed three-headed cat thingamajig

Awww I like Clover

“All proceeds go to kicking your ass” CAN I USE THIS LINE IN REAL LIFE PLEASE

Hot damn we just squeaky hammered our broken cake into ULTIMATE CAKE

Why does a sweet little boy have a mustache indeed.

Create a machine to thrash your own ass, nice

It’s my beautiful death laser duck! Tops in GUN’S

Man Susie and Lancer are just having the time of their lives here

Finally, respect for pinecone-eaters!

Awww Susie, are you actually starting to worry about someone who respects your eating of chalk and pinecones

Oh thank goodness, got through that maze thing

Yes, finally, it’s our DUCK TANK LASER

Why does it say Tuna on it

“Your design sucked so we blew it up” This is like that one Berlin tour guide I had

GANGED UP ON THEM WITH KINDNESS, HA

Whelp, back to telling enemies that Susie will kick them in the shins I guess!

YES LANCER JOIN THE SHIT SQUAD

OMFG THAT FAAAAACE WHAT IS THAT FACE

Hey we’ve got a full Final Fantasy team now! Neat

STOOL FORME

I like how Lancer just sliiiiiides around outside the party instead of walking with

Hmmm well that friendship feeling didn’t last long

You done got locked in the dungeon

Yup sure did eat that jail moss two minutes in

HUH, we’re controlling Susie now

In which choices do not matter…

SUSIE’S FOKKIN PISSED

And we can’t control her actions…but why controlling the human soul?

A pair of eyes got arrested?! What IS the world coming to?!!

Oh dear, we found a bunch of kings in baby jail

Why are these filthy cages so happy-looking

Awwww Susie joined the party for realizes!

So, this about final boss point for this business?

Why are you guys just sitting on a pile of loot

And just who is this sassy lost child?

BAAHAHAHAAA

HECK YEAH WE GET TO FLIRT AGAIN

I am now BED INSPECTOR yes

Hello again fancy blue boy

“Can…can we see it” / “No.”

This sure is a jammin party with CLUB MUSIC OH HO HO HO

Awww he put his bicycle to bed

‘Welcome to my shop, you ungrateful worms” HELL YEAH

I do not wisheth to hear your MP3s! I would rather listen to the sweet song of Death!

Prepare for a battle with…WHATEVER THIS IS!!!!

JUST FUGGIN CHUCK RALSEI AT SIR LION PLATEFACE, I LIKE IT

Six dollars, for all of that?! Geez

WHELP this looks like final boss time…

Hiiiii there Lancer

Oh dang is gettin serious now

Oh woooow that’s…someone’s fetish right there

HOKAY that was tricky but! Having the defense abilities certainly helped with pacifism through that…

Despite ending this peacefully, I don’t think this scene is gonna end on a happy note…

W H E L P

DAYUM that face from Susie!!

Awwww poor Ralsei

We only have BAD-byes WUAH WUAH WUAAAH

DAWWW lil’ Asriel-lookin dude with glasses (and YES I see that anagram there)

LMAO Susie’s face

EPIC ROCK MUSIIIIIC

Also I’ve really been enjoying the color effects

Awww look at this epic adventure you two had in the closet

So basically we went to Monster Narnia, neat

Awww Susie likes Monster Narnia

Oh no we worried Toriel! THE WORST

LIBRARBY

YOU STUDY THOSE HOT DEMON COMICS FOR COLLEGE, TEMMIE

Hiiii Toby you busy makin’ something!

ALPHYS NO, YOU BETRAY MEW MEW KISSY CUTIE

OFFICE UNDYNE, DOn’T ARREST ME

I like reindeer girl’s rowdy hospitalized dad

PARTY ANIMAL TORIEL CONFIRMED

I like how there’s just a poster on the wall in this room that reads PAIN

The police tape simply reads NGGAAAAAHHHHH!

Good grief there’s SO MUCH STUFF TO EXPLORE HERE BUT I HAVE TO KEEP GOING

Snowdrakes don’t have arms, oh no!!!

“Does it hurt to be made of blood??” ….Yes. Yes it does.

HIIIIIIIII SANS

Woah woah woah WOAH WOAH SANS

Everyone is here! Even Ice Wolf!

Yes I’ll take a Double Ice Pizza you weirdos

OH MY GOOOOOOOOOD IT’S BURGERPANTS

10 OUT OF 10 GAME NOW

HIS FACES!!!! “C H I C K S”

That was brilliant, Burgerpants, thank you for existing

Catty!!! Hey where’s Bratty!

Noooo you gotta be besties with Bratty!

Brother Doug…?

Oh no, Mettaton, come out and talk to us!

ASGORE, HELLO

OMG Asgore hugs

Soul flowers….???

Awwww got some flowers for Toriel

THE GAY GUARDS IN THEIR GAY FLANNEL, YAY

It’s so late but I can’t stop until I’ve talked to LITERALLY EVERYONE

Thaaaat’s politics! …Rarely.

Comes to church for the fruit juice, sounds about right

DOG GRAVE, NO

Let’s go into the woods…what could go wrong…

Why can’t I get into the creepy shed…

Well, I think I got everything, so let’s go home now…

ASRIEL MAINS YOSHI IN SMASH CONFIRMED

Awwww Toriel is not big on Asgore’s bouquet!

OKAY decided to go to sleep here.

…Well that didn’t work out great

UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

UUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

WHAT??????????

WHAT????????????

WHAT?????????

HAHA I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT THE FUK HAPPENED IN ALL OF THIS BUT UH. WHEN’S CHAPTER TWO??

THAT SURE WAS A HELL OF A THING

No really Toby please WHAAAAAAATTT

OKAY I HOPE I DIDN’T MISS ANYTHING IMPORTANT BYYYYEEEE

[btsimaginefactory]

BTS Reaction- You being from Sweden and having a phone call in Swedish with your family

I actually know a little bit of Swedish, so yeah, this will be fun to write :)  -Admin Tae

Jin 

While you’re having dinner with Jin at your favorite restaurant, your phone goes off. You look up from the soup you’re eating and meet Jin’s eyes. 

“It’s okay, you can answer it,” he says. 

“Thanks,” you say, before pulling out your phone and seeing it’s your mom, calling from Sweden. You sigh, not really in the mood to talk to her but maybe you can make it quick since you’re eating. 

“Hej mamma (hi mom),” you answer. She immediately starts to say how much she misses you and all that. You’re pretty sure Jin is trying to listen in, because he cocks his head in a confused way while taking a bite of breadstick. 

“Jag vet att jag vet att jag saknar dig också (I know I know, I miss you too). Men jag är på middag med min pojkvän just nu (But I’m at dinner with my boyfriend right now).”

Your mom quickly apologizes and asks for you to call her another time when you’re free. “Ja, jag ringer dig snart, mamma. Jag älskar dig (Yes, I’ll call you soon, mom. I love you).”

When you finally hang up and put your phone back in your pocket, you see Jin smiling at you. 

“What?” 

He shrugs, “I guess it’s kind of cool to hear you talk in a different language.” 

“And now you know how I feel when you start speaking Korean,” you laugh, kicking him lightly under the table.

Suga

Yoongi is going through some lyrics with you, to see how you feel about them, when you get an unexpected call. 

“It’s my mom!” You say, excitement filling your body. “I have to take this, I haven’t talked to her in a while.” 

Yoongi nods and continues to scribble things out and change them while you answer the phone. 

Honestly, you were a little rusty on your Swedish since you’ve been speaking English for so long now, and are currently learning Korean, but it being your native tongue, it comes back quickly. 

“Mamma! Hur mår du? (Mom! How are you?)” 

Your mom’s voice is sweet just like you remembered it, and it makes you feel at home, even if it’s only over the phone. 

“Ny älskling kusin? Aw, jag måste komma snart! (New baby cousin? Aw, I’ll have to come visit soon!)”

You end the conversation on a good note, not forgetting to tell your mom that you love her, as you sit back down next to Yoongi. 

“So, where were we?” 

“I didn’t know you could speak...”

“Swedish,” you smile, pulling over his sheets of paper to finally look over them.

J-hope 

Hoseok was teaching you a dance that you’ve been wanting to learn when your phone goes off. You’re confused at first because no one ever calls you, but you become excited when you see it’s your dad. 

“Ah, it’s my dad!” You say, quickly answering the phone. “Hej, pappa! (Hi, dad!)” 

“Åh nej ... är mamma okej? (Oh no...is mom okay?)” 

Your dad proceeds to tell you that your mom is sick in the hospital and you can’t help but fall to the ground. Hoseok quickly runs over, seeing if you’re okay. 

“Jag önskar att jag var hemma. Jag är ledsen. (I wish I was home. I’m so sorry.)”

“Jag ska se om jag kan fånga ett flyg. Säg mamma att hänga in där. Jag kommer snart hem. (I’ll see if I can catch a flight. Tell mom to hang in there. I’ll be home soon.)”

“Is everything okay?”

You shake your head, explaining to Hoseok what you were saying and what was going on. 

“I’m so sorry,” he says, rubbing your back, “but hey...you should totally teach me how to speak your language.” 

You can’t help but giggle at this. 

RM

“Jag älskar honom verkligen... (I really love him...)”

Your mom starts babbling about how you are too far away from home and doesn’t understand how you could love a busy and popular man like Namjoon.

“Mamma, du skulle inte förstå. Även om jag försökte förklara det, får du det aldrig. (Mom, you wouldn’t understand. Even if I tried explaining it, you’ll still never get it.)”

“Han är min värld. Han gör mig så glad. Är det inte det som betyder något? (He’s my world. He makes me so happy. Isn’t that what matters?)”

Namjoon peeks his head through the door and listens it, even though he doesn’t understand what you’re saying. When you finish the phone call, he comes in. 

“Is your mom giving you a hard time?”

You nod, trying not to be too upset, “Yeah...she still doesn’t understand our relationship. But I don’t care...I love you and you make me happy. I told her that.”

Namjoon pulls you into a hug and kisses the top of your head, “I’ll learn how to speak Swedish just so I can have a phone call with her and show her that she’s wrong.” 

Jimin 

Both you and Jimin are taking a nap when you get a call from your family. A skype call. Your mom, dad, 2 brothers, and sister are crowded are the family computer in the small house you grew up in. 

“Tjena! (Hi guys!) Jag saknar er alla. (I miss all of you.)” 

Jimin sits up and listens to you with a confused look on his face. He wasn’t aware that you spoke another language. It’s cute to see him like that. 

“Alla, det här är Jimin, min pojkvän. (Everyone, this is Jimin, my boyfriend.)”

He smiles shyly as he pokes his head into frame and waves. 

“Say, ‘Hej’,” you tell him, grinning. 

“Uh...hej!” He says, and your heart melts at his adorable attempt to speak your native language. 

Your family laughs and greets him back. Your mom says that he’s cute and you blush, a little glad that Jimin doesn’t know what she said. 

V

Taehyung made you some lunch, since you always seem to skip it. He smiles at you before taking his place across from you. As soon as you start eating, your phone goes off. 

“Who is it?” You ask, as Taehyung reaches for it. 

“It’s your mom.”

Your eyes light up and you quickly take the phone from his hand, greeting your mom in a cheerful tone. Your swedish comes back to you very quickly even though you haven’t used it in a while. 

Taehyung listens in, even though the words are going over his head. He nibbles on his food and watches you as you chat with your mom. 

“Jag älskar dig mamma. Jag ringer snart. Berätta för alla att hålla sig frisk! (I love you mom. I’ll call soon. Tell everyone to stay healthy!)” 

When the phone call ends, you see Taehyung giving you a cheeky smile. 

“What?”

“I don’t know, it’s just cute to here you talk like that.” 

Jungkook

Your mom calls while you and Jungkook are watching a movie. You sigh, promising Jungkook that you’ll be quick, although he doesn’t mind. He knows how important family. 

You feel rusty with your swedish, especially when your grandfather gets on the phone. You almost can’t understand him, but things slowly come back as you talk with him and your mom. 

“Ah. Tja, jag tittar på en film med min pojkvän just nu. Kan jag ringa någon annan gång? (Ah. Well, I’m watching a movie with my boyfriend right now. Can I call some other time?)” 

You say your goodbyes and when you set the phone down and look at Jungkook, you giggle. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” 

He gives you a blank stare, “It’s weird not knowing what you’re saying.” 

Wow, okay, this kinda sucked, I rushed through the last part because our followers need to be fed, even if this isn’t your ideal imagine kind of thing... Uh, i promise the next one will be better. :)

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Papers of Homelessness - Chapter 6

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BEFORE | NEXT

a/n: poor chara~

You missed morning classes the next day. But despite the approaching tests, you weren’t feeling too bad about the missed lectures since you already knew more than what the test demanded.

Your mother tried to ask what you were making, but you brushed her off and simply concentrated on your task, eyes heavy with bags from a sleepless night.

Somewhere along the early hours of the morning, you fell asleep only to wake up when your brother’s large hand landed on your shoulder.

“Brother?” He asked you when you groggily opened your eyes.

“Az?” You yawned and shifted, feeling the prick from the knitting needle and shooting up, suddenly remembering where you were. You looked around and then zeroed on your brother. “Why are you still here?”

Asriel shrugged and sat on the couch next to you. “Dad is in a meeting and school is canceled because of snow.”

“You already have snow?”

He nodded and turned to you, a small smile on his lips. “So? What’s wrong? You usually knit until you drop when something is bothering you.”

You shrugged and picked up the needles, checking where you stopped and continuing, falling into the familiar lull of inserting, twirling and pulling. Asriel let you continue your activity for a while, before sighing and leaning back, drumming his fingers on his thighs.

“I know I’m your younger brother, but don’t shut me out again, Chara… You need someone to talk to…”

You glanced at him before returning to your work. “I appreciate it, Az. But there is nothing wrong. I just felt like knitting. I had scratched the itch yesterday and should be fine for the next few months.”

Gray eyes snapped to you in alarm. “You got into a fight?!”

You nodded uncaringly. “Yep.”

“You got hurt any other place than your lip?”

“No.”

“…Did you go to your psychologist lately?”

You were nonchalant when you answered, still not raising your eyes from your moving hands. “No. I know I am crazy, no need to repeat it a thousand times.”

“You’re not crazy,” Az pressed, “You—”

You raised your gaze to him, silencing him with a warning, “Drop. It.”

Asriel raised his hands up in surrender and let you return to your knitting again, sighing and standing up. “I’ll make some breakfast for you since you obviously didn’t eat since dinner.”

You inclined your head in gratitude and the living room was soon filled with noises of sizzling and clinking needles, the air heavy with fresh smells, relaxing your grip and lulling you back into the tranquility knitting always brought you.

You wonder if Hood would start working today…

You yawned loudly as you made your way to the diner, holding a paper bag for a change instead of having everything in your pockets. That had made you more aware of your movements, not wanting anyone to snatch your hard work.

But instead of the usual indifference you had faced while passing through the deserted street, some people raised their heads to look at you in interest or bewilderment. Self-conscious, you plodded through the stench and people, trying not to let the eyes get to you.

You have always hated being in the center of attention and now it seemed that your days of anonymity are finished.

Damn impulse…

You walked faster, nearing the exit to Raincatch Street—

“Good morning…”

You jolted and snapped around, a fist shooting out as an attack. A swish was heard as something grabbed your hand and twisted it, pressing it to your back. You groaned in pain when your arm tingled from the touch.

“Chara?” You blinked at the familiar voice and twisted your head back awkwardly to see Hood stare at you with hunched shoulders and a guarded frown. You released a relieved sigh and glared at them.

“What did I say about scaring me!?” Hood tilted their head and released you, shoulders relaxing and hands going back into the hoodie’s pockets.

“Sorry… forget…” You sighed in exasperation, stretching your sore bones and checking your bag to make sure you didn’t lose anything, then begun walking forward again. Hood made a cursory look around and followed you.

You rubbed your arm, an impressed smile blooming on your face. “Got to admit, that was pretty neat. I guess living on the streets means that you need to learn to fight, huh.”

“Right…”

“So why did you show up so early?” You asked them, cracking your neck and humming pleasantly when the ache soothed away.

“Helping… got to be on time…” You eyed them then looked away, smiling amusingly to yourself. Of course Hood would care about timing, they came in at the exact minute every single day after all… except for that one time with the brawl…

Oh, right, you had totally forgotten about that. You turned to Hood. “You’ll have to clean yourself beforehand and wear something clean for the job. Anything I should bear in mind while getting you the clothes?”

Hood tilted their head, making a confused noise. You raised a brow. “You can’t work in long sleeves and baggy clothing.”

“Oh… then if I can keep the hoodie?”

“Hmm…” You placed one hand on your hip and held your chin with the other in thought. “Well, I won’t be able to do it for today, but for now I can cut the sleeves and have you tie your hair back. I’ll get you some jeans and an apron I used to wear when I had started…” You glanced to your side and noticed that the smaller person wasn’t there. You stopped and looked behind you to see them stand and stare at you with the usual blank orbs shining through the darkness of the hoodie.

“What?” You frowned. The orbs flashed and the hooded homeless quickly caught up to you, walking like normal but you could swear that they walked closer to you than before.

After a moment of silence, they shrugged. “…Thank you…”

For some reason, you felt a bit satisfied and huffed a snort. “Don’t want to tarnish Grillbz’ name.”

You couldn’t help that little pleased tone in those words. Frisk nodded, looking down and definitely walking closer to you this time.

You two walked in silence the rest of the way, quickly reaching the diner and entering it, spotting Grillby climbing down the stairs. You stared at him in confusion, noticing the pile in his arms.

“Uh, Grillby?” You jolted when he came to you and dumped the clothes into your arms. “What are those?”

The man looked at Hood, who tensed and took a step back. He nodded in greeting. “…Morning…”

Hood relaxed and nodded back. “Morning…”

The two regarded each other for a long time and you thought of maybe saying something when Grillby nodded and gestured for the stairs then to the back door.

Hood took a moment then nodded, their back straightening up to something a bit formal. Like a soldier standing in front of their superior.

You blinked.

Grillby made some motions you could kind of decipher and Hood was nodding again, quicker this time, as if the man was talking normal English.

You gawked at the two as if they had lost their minds.

Finally, you had enough and checked the pile given to you, realizing that it consisted of a sleeveless tight gray top with a hoodie attached to it. Black jeans and the apron you planned to give Hood.

You glanced up, noticing with a start that Grillby was already leading Hood to the stairs and immediately followed them, feeling like the butt of a joke and a bit like a delivery guy.

You haven’t even placed down your stuff! Damn Grillby and that silent treatment!

Grillby left you two at the top of the stairs with some instructions only Hood apparently understood since they immediately headed to you, grabbed the clothes and retreated to the shower.

You bit your lip in frustration, feeling like you had just been played for a fool.

You muttered under your breath, thundering back down the stairs and entering the back room, where Grillby was making orange soup, having to turn on the light again when you found out that you could see nothing.

“So, what’s the deal?” You inquired of him as you washed your hands and put on the apron, getting ready to prepare the sandwiches.

“…Clean… Teach…”

“Okay, so Hood is the cleaner for now?” Grillby nodded. “Mind telling me why I am the errand boy today, Grillbz?”

“…” Your eyebrow raised at Grillby, noticing his lips curling up a bit into a flat line, meaning a smile to the quiet man.

That bastard…

You growled and returned to your task, all too soon forgetting about your annoyance and enjoying the feeling of the knife in your hand and the consistent chopping noise.

But you were still annoyed. You will get back at Grillby for making fun of you!

It became deathly silent after a moment and you struggled to find out what had stopped working.

Then it clicked. It was the faint noise of rushing water that had stopped and you realized that you have been hearing Hood shower this entire time.

Huh… so it’s loud enough to reach here. You should say something about it to Griilby.

Remembering the clean arm from last time, you wondered how Hood would look in form-fitting clothing and had to shake your head immediately when you nearly missed the vegetable.

Minutes later, when you were finishing the vegetables, hesitant steps echoed in the room. You quickly finished your task and placed everything in a pile for Grillby to sort into the rolls, exiting the back door right after.

You turned to the stairs and then back to stifle your laughter, feeling the other’s gaze at you.

What were you even curious about? Hood was just looking like some punk with a hoodie.

You snorted and looked back, noticing how they were trying to cover their uncovered arms, copper colored skin covered with a bright sheen from the shower’s steam, the white scars and marks extending all the way to their shoulders. The top stopped a bit under their bottom with a tighter rim, giving a little balloon effect to their hips and hiding their real size. They were slimmer than expected and you wondered if they were malnourished despite the meals at the diner. Their legs were wide at the top and slimmed until the heel, the jeans showing a bit of the muscles over the thighs and calves. The apron was hanging over their front loosely.

They kept their dirty white socks and beaten sneakers.

Overall, they looked like a small punk. You grinned and approached the awkward kid and pat their covered head. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it.”

“…Okay…” Hood nodded and released their arms, still fiddling with the pocket of the apron, the hood managing to cover their face as usual despite being smaller than the hoodie’s.

They do seem taller than before…

You nodded in satisfaction and led them to the counter. “Okay, you’ll start as a cleaner, so I’ll show you what you need to do and then you’ll start right away, okay?”

Hood bobbed their head and listened intently as you showed them the cleaning tools and instructed them on how to use the spray and broom and then told them about using the soup and squeegee at the end of the day. Soon, you let them have a test run with some tables, impressed of how quickly they grasped the idea and even took notice of their previous observations of your cleaning to check under the tables and chairs.

Leaning on the counter, you watched them with your cheek propped on your open palm, your other arm laying over the smooth surface.

It was so weird, seeing the mysterious homeless with the unique strength and ninja moves work so awkwardly with the spray and cloth, stumbling uncertainly in their new clothes, all sense of mystery evaporating and replaced with familiar fondness.

You felt a bit of an ache in your cheeks and fingered the area only to discover you were smiling. Blinking in confusion, you looked at where Hood was before, yelping and straightening up when they appeared in front of you on the other side of the counter.

“Would you stop it!?” You exclaimed and held your chest, trying to not have a heart attack from the surprise. Hood nodded and sprayed the counter now that you weren’t on it, cleaning it without any more comments. You sighed and flicked their head through the hood. “Seriously, you got to make some noise while moving. Customers are not going to like it if you just appear in their faces. Got it?”

“Sorry…”

“Just try not to scare the customers,” You grimaced and noticed Grillby appear by the backdoor and motioned for Hood to follow you. They placed down the cleaning tools and dried their hands over their apron before following you. You thought of saying something but then noticed that their apron’s string tie became undone and signaled for them to stop and turn. Tilting their head in inquiry, they turned around and stiffened when you grabbed the apron’s strings and tied the threads quickly over their back.

They looked back to you with an unreadable frown and you shrugged. “The apron is there to keep your clothing clean. Kind of hard to do that if it’s loose.”

They took a moment to ponder over it before shrugging and turning back to you, walking besides you as you reached Grillby.

“Thanks, Grillbz.” The man nodded and showed you the finished pile of sandwiches. You pointed at the mound for Hood. “I want you to take as much as possible and bring it to the register, okay?” Hood nodded and together, you carried the large amount of rolls to the front, putting it next to the heated slots.

“Listen, here the slots are separated to different kinds of sandwiches and are kept either heated or cool so that the rolls won’t get disgusting, okay?”

Hood nodded. “Good, now what we have today are the following: Egg salad, eggs, tuna salad, salami…”

You listed the variations and the other carefully placed them in the right slots, once or twice messing it up and having you correct them.

You had your arms folded and hip leaning against the counter when the first ding was heard and a group came inside. You motioned for Hood to step aside and watch you. They slithered quietly to the side and observed as you greeted the customers and exchanged the money for sandwiches and a cup of hot cocoa, hidden eyes watching you intently as you pushed the correct buttons for the steamy drink to come out.

You took a glance to the clock atop of the door and noticed that you had five minutes before rush hour and quickly explained to your new co-worker about the correct time to clean a table and when to clean the dishes.

Then the five minutes were up and the bell jingled loudly, making you curse and send Hood to Grillby for any extra training the boss might want to put them through.

Hopefully they won’t mess it up.

You turned and gave a strained smile to your first rush hour customers.

NEXT

[qdesjardin]

4

The horror still shakes Curtis. He's sitting by an ambulance, a medical team checking him and Josh, and breathing in from the oxygen tanks gives a lucidity to his thinking, to the reality that he'd barely made it out from a horde of Muslims.

He doesn't want to think about the cafe owner's screaming, or how a living human being could burn away until all life is gone..

This is the cruelty of human beings. The rashness we can treat one another, as enemies, and proof that barbarianism still resides in our blood. In fact, might I say that we've suppressed our animalistic instincts behind civility and political correctness, and the Muslims show a rawer side that we disassociate from, like an unacknowledged shadow.

The Muslims have kidnapped the cafe waitress – Josh tells the police interpreter this, and the officers murmur to one another in French before thanking him for his account of the events.

It's overcast and dark; the cafe fires have been put out. Some officers come with CJ and Josh to the checkpoint where they left their baggage. The van has been towed to the side, the back opened, and some luggage left unzipped. Police are investigating the area for the sudden murder of their officers and two young men.. the whole checkpoint is cordoned off.

Ivan and Martinez lie in closed body bags. Curtis scrambles over to unzip one of them – but gets told "Trust me, you don't want to, the face is so horrible.."

Then Curtis, wanting only to get the image of Ivan getting splashed out of his head, breaks down in tears. He cries out, pathetically unable to do anything, only bashing his fists against their vehicles, and when officers try to placate him, he fights and shoves one of them away – they know better, and so let him play out his inner struggle.

Curtis slunks to the ground, panting. "Why did this happen.. is this a dream?"

Investigator Bezu Fache comes to the fore. "Non, Curtis, it's not – you got caught in the eye of the storm."

A spotlight has their figures casting shadows against the fog. Fache decides the best course of action to calm Curtis down, it is by calmly explaining what they've made of the situation so far (appeal to the mind instead of placating the emotions). The Uzbek man who drove that truck and murdered the people was on a mission of delivering armaments to cells across the city. He's high on Captagon (amphetamine + theophylline, chemical courage), and in conjunction with his short fuse, he blew up the checkpoint upon seeing the newly implemented 'search and frisk' policy in action.

Heavy skid marks to the side of the road. He drove that truck around the van and burst through the gate, while running over the bodies.

They won't be able to easily identify the van because usually, the delivery boys find sanctuary in the Muslim zones – think of Raiders of the Lost Ark, where Indiana Jones has just stolen that truck with the ark, and the Egyptians hide his truck afterward from the Nazis.

Then to make it more difficult, they modify the truck's license plate, body paint and even the body frame if necessary to have it continue the mission disguised. The police don't have much jurisdiction in these zones, thanks to the Muslim council – formed a few years ago, who would protest against any Muslim mistreatment.

"You were extremely lucky to be alive," Fache remarks, "and in one piece. I wish I could say more, but I hold no promises. Those two.." he gestures at the bodybags, "were your cherished friends, no? And you held such a strong friendship with them."

Curtis nods.

"Love and trust – a scarce luxury amongst our times. Remember them and honour them in your heart, Curtis." He pats Curtis by the shoulder.

They're too exhausted from today's ordeal to bother continuing on with their road trip. Luckily their luggage is intact.. and as for Ivan and Martinez's stuff? Just make a discreet call to their family and mail their luggage back to their homes. Oops, I got sidetracked; anyways, the only other option is stay at a hostel, and when they've processed that brain fart out of their heads, find an option to leave France for good.

Just to show them a fledgling of that genuine French spirit, Fache offers them both a dinner at his personal favourite restaurant – Chez Ernie, where the food is served by the chef himself to his best clients.

Ernie himself is so kind; he makes his own wisecracks and jokes out loud to himself, serving the dishes, and it just takes Josh and Curtis's minds to a much better, relaxing place.. the food is just so good, the oysters, the curry-fried pork with dashes of onion, the lemon-lime cake for dessert..

They leave the restaurant fulfilled as fuck, and thank the good detective so much. Josh is picking out a hostel to stay at (those are cheap btw) on his phone, when Curtis sees with his eyes.. a park. No.. an indoors garden. A pathway leading down to someplace that's glowing bright colours, with an illuminated billboard beside – "The Garden of Hopes."

Curtis, feeling intrigued, asks Josh to visit there. And Josh: "No, we can't afford to be sidetracked."

But Curtis doesn't seem to hear, as he finds himself stepping down the passage – he feels the atmophere enveloping him deeply. He finds again the scent of nectar.. of Lillian, and then some more, as strange new scents come to his nose. Naturally sweet and dainty. And when he turns around a corner, he is greeted by the sight of phosphorescent flora, growing from obsidian pedestals, the tree leaves emitting blue and violet, with all the flowers ranging from a pristine red to yellow – like aquatic life brought to you in garden form.

It is a plaza filled with everlasting peace.

Curtis sits by a bench and relaxes himself – his mind drifting away to serenity. Dreamy feelings fill his attention, and a small part of him wonders how he hasn't stumbled across or heard of this place earlier. He would've believed in the romance of Paris, blossoming fruitfully in his heart.

Josh has followed Curtis downstairs- he too is in awe.

It seems so comfortable that Curtis considers just sleeping here instead of a proper hostel for the night, rules be damned. "Let's hope the security guards don't spot us.." Josh goes.

So they sleep under the phosphorent leaves.

They wake up, totally refreshed, and to the tune of a gardener named Quon who's trimming some leaves from a ladder. She's humming, and as the leaves fall they don't lose their lustre – it looks like a rain of colours, and for one brief moment, it feels like that ball dance all again where Curtis is holding Lillian, feeling her energies as she twirls under the vibrant lights.

If only his phone hadn't run out of power, he would've made a quick reference to the place's address.

They still have money – a few hundred Euros on their bank accounts. Oh, they have another option; it's taking the TGV. Ivan's option of the road trip to the north and the ferries is quite roundabout. If say, they can arrive in a different city with an international airport, they can just bypass the Paris congestion that has everyone's feathers ruffled.

So after finding a bite to eat from a nearby bakery, it's off to the TGV. It takes a while to fumble for a taxi (Uber drivers? No way, you can't trust that), and on the ride, Curtis asks Josh to hold his hand tightly – not in a gay way, but more like something of assurance to hold onto, to trust.

A news alert blares on the taxi's dashboard. The route they were on has a bunch of rabble-rousers, so the driver tells them to hang on, as the onboard GPS calculates a different route through the city, across the Pont Alexandre III bridge.

The bridge.

It's devoid of anyone, but there's ferries crossing underneath it. The taxi driver grinds the car to a crawl, and Josh + Curtis are totally confused as to why. Deep down, they know something's not right, and upon asking the driver, he tells them normally people would be all over this bridge – it's a tourist attraction. In riots or dangerous situations however, the bridge becomes a deathtrap; it's a long way to commit crossing.

The driver consults the onboard computer, swiping away the official taxi alerts and consulting the social media instead. In light of the cafe incident yesterday, French rioters take their stand against the current government, and are willing to shoot/beat any Muslims they encounter on sight. The voice is spreading – "Our France, forever!"

There's smoke, and just behind them, the rioters are progressing – you hear their unified chants, along with some light explosives popping.

The driver, wearing a turban (he's Sikh), knows that if he gets caught out by the mob, they'll decimate him for sure. He's on the young side of taxi drivers, panicking like he's too young to die, so he just floors the cab forward across the bridge – Curtis and Josh internally clenching from the sudden acceleration, and on the other side are the police..

The police are armed with riot gear, they have a converted fire engine with them. Spotting the taxi advancing on them with the rioters in background, it's only natural to assume that the taxi could've been commandeered with explosives..

"TAXI!" their commander goes. "STOP YOUR ENGINE!"

The taxi veers forth.

"Hey, you should stop!" Curtis goes, tapping on the dividing glass. "Pull over!"

But the driver doesn't seem to hear. He's mumbling something to himself, a sort of prayer.

"Stop the fucking car, now!" Curtis screams, with Josh ramming the glass, expecting to get shot at any second now by the police. This doesn't happen; the taxi's engine is shutdown – remotely by the police, and the car skids with the wheels failing to maintain their prior momentum.

It skids off the road, collides with the bridge bannisters, enough that the taxi's front has gone over the edge..

The driver is quivering in his seat, pissing himself.

After a bit, Curtis and Josh clamber out of the car, smoke pouring from its front and drifting south along the river. They're dazed from the collision, unsure whether it's safer with the police or the incoming rioters, who are just crossing the bridge.

A few policemen nab them, with one trying to pull the taxi driver out of his seat.

They're handcuffed, dragged back to the vicinity of the fire engines, and are interrogated in rapid French that none of them comprehend. Meanwhile, the commander orders the gathering crowd: "This is National Security! Disperse at once! Your protests are but a waste of energy and time!"

The crowd doesn't care. In their midst they've brought some old trucks – improvised explosives attached to their trunk, like fireworks, and it's their trump card when the people clear the way for the truck drivers to rev down the road.

"Stop them! Shut their engines down!"

The police, in their cruisers, try to lock on the incoming trucks whose engines are like a shrill, mechanical yelling – no on-board computers.

Josh sees this coming. There's no way the police can hold them off – he instantly kicks the holding officers. "CJ, we gotta dive! We have to get off the bridge!"

A panic sets in. Could CJ really float with his hands cuffed behind his back?

"Open fire!"

The police try to shoot down the truck drivers. Roars of deafening gunfire, with the firetruck hoses turned on, full blast – hoping to stop or swivel the trucks off path.

It's two trucks, one on each lane. The left truck's windshield is geysered with bullets, its driver erupting into pieces and the engine getting totalled – a spark erupts, and in a cascading explosion its engine goes, followed by the gas tank and the explosive payload it's been carrying.

The shockwave flashes through everything in a 0.3km radius, and it rips through Curtis and Josh as they're just tumbling off the bridge into the waters below – shredding their clothes, bursting their eardrums, and sending them tumbling off from the force; the taxi dislodged and falling to the waters.

The other truck has its contents sent flying outward, like volatile shrapnel, which detonates mid-air as the truck just crashes through the officers into one of their firetrucks.

A second explosion – erupting much larger from the first; the vehicles up into the air. Fireworks puff and pop, and a huge torrent of steam comes from the ruptured firetruck (carrying water tanks). Anyone in the vicinity, if not blown away or on fire, has to deal with the scalding humidity.

You can't see what's in the smoke, but the rioters cheer at their major victory, and advance onward. Their voices will not go ignored.

By then, Curtis hits the river and it hits his body much harder than he expected. His mind rattles from the sudden burst of water, the explosions, the total chaos of everything. Then he realises he needs to take a breath.

He sees he's almost hit the bedrock, as pieces of the bridge, and a few body parts land slowly in the waters. Nevermind that, he kicks his legs the hardest he's ever done; his pants have snagged on a piece of metal, and he wags his foot, ridding himself of it.

His lungs are on the verge of bursting; he's going to drown – he sees the rippling surface, and after a while of endless kicking he breaks for air.

The noise and chaos sounds too much, and his head bobs back underwater, only for him to go back up and breathe the arid smoke. The river naturally carries him away from the bridge, and he finds a glimpse of the ensuing rage up there – the people chanting for a better France.. where is Josh? He's nowhere to be found.

Curtis finds himself passing under other bridges, the Seine river flowing westward. He looks to getting himself back on dry land, and back-kicks himself to shore.

The police boats pass him by, but they're too occupied with the ensuring rioting, the flaming bridge to notice – a thought crosses through Curtis's mind, over his handcuffs; it's going to be a bitch to remove these metal fuckers, not to mention people'll just ask.

He'll say he got caught up in the riots and someone handcuffed him in a rage.

When he ends up by a pack of parked boats, a fisherman sees him. Helps him up with a pole on his shirt onto the boat.

"What happened to you?" the fisherman says, drying off the dripping wet Curtis with a towel.

"It's a long story," Curtis says, shivering. "They're rioting, and I got caught up in it."

"I've heard – it's so horrible! But.. why are you in handcuffs?"

"Ermm, I bumped into the police.." Curtis looks at the river for Josh, to no avail, the ripples of the wave fading away the colours of the sky and reflected buildings - the feeling of being truly alone dawning on him. No friends left to turn to. No family.

No Lillian.

Just that memory of a name once half-remembered – of that woman by the beach.

Clare.

The fisherman is pressing him now over the handcuffs. Curtis knows that he's not talking himself out of this situation, so he fools him into thinking he's going to cave in – then jukes around the guy, knocking him over, and scrambles to the boat's bridge so he could get off and find a way to the TGV station.

He hears the fisherman yell for him. He's like a headless chicken when running, and almost falls over as he gets onto stable ground of the walkway.

Other people nearby see the event. Curtis runs, panicking; those movies where you see teens make a break for it from their abductors come to mind. "He's an abductor!" Curtis yells. "He handcuffed me."

Tourist abductions do happen, and even though people don't quite make out what he's saying, they know his American accent, and with the fisherman yelling for Curtis to be stopped – the onlookers dogpile the burly fisherman.

One of them helps Curtis out of his handcuffs – a pocket knife through the lock does wonders – and after hearing advice to catch a cab to the American embassy and being given thirty euros, Curtis thanks the guy, and takes off for the streets.

It takes a long while for the taxi to reach the station, being that there's so much traffic being segued from parts of the city that are under rioting. The constant news being blared about it over radio, the kids in the nearby car too busy in their VR goggles to care, Curtis starting to feel hungry, tired out.

The East Railway station. Its architecture echoes the aristocracy of olden times blended with modernity.

Curtis gets off from the taxi. There's swarms of people – not really lining up for the till so much as being bunched together as much as space affords them to. People have been thinking of leaving Paris and France for years, like a brooding thought, and the explosion of violence today is a catalyst that triggers their decision.

It's funny how Curtis only has his wallet and spare change, while everyone else has their life tucked away in luggage.

The line proceeds slow. Before he knows it, there's more people lined up behind him, stretching out the entrance of the building. He's hungry as a motherfucker, aching for some food. Anything for a nice Subway half-footer sandwich in his mouth.

So Curtis leaves the line, knowing it means having to be at the far, far back again. As he walks, he sees the walking food vendors popping out of their corners (lunch break) to offer food, snacks and a free complementary baguette to the people in the lines, and Curtis is just a hair's width away from shouting out "Goddamnit!"

He winds up at a Subway in a food court, and with the last of his pocket change, gets that half-footer he's been saliviating for. Om nom nom.

A sleazy fellow at a table. His name is Vincent (and looks like Vincent Cassel). He reveals himself to Curtis as a transporter – meaning he literally transports lucky people onto the TGV train directly, no frills, just pay the price of two tickets and skip the hassle of the lines, baggage/security checks!

Does he accept VISA? He has a phone and a card reader jack accepting VISA, MasterCard, coin, Swiss Miles.. and only one spot left!

"Wait, do you charge extra if it's a different destination?" Curtis says.

Nope. Only thing that matters is that he gets Curtis (and some other people waiting) on the trains they want.

And without skipping a beat, Curtis swipes his card on the reader, and they shake on a deal.

Vincent leads Curtis over by a janitorial entrance, and in a utility room, there's a bunch of anxious Muslims with their luggage, with a few tourists. "Let's go, let's go-" he checks his watch- "Not much time before they start to check train tickets!"

It's a hurried pace to get to the train. They have to wait for Vincent to pause the security cameras, pause for any guards or busybodies, before they're on the move to the lower train platforms.

The TGV trains are triple-deckers. Luggage is stored on the bottom deck, and the train staff never check there. Vincent, working as a janitor with maintenance privileges, opens the emergency doors for each of the trains for the stowaways to close behind them.

"Thank you so much," the Czech tourist goes, on the same train to Strasbourg as Curtis is.

"God bless you all," Vincent says, before Curtis pulls the hatch door closed, and they're in an array of compartmentalized luggage.

An electronic horn sounds; the train departs.

While the small Muslim family huddle together, the mother feeding her little son some Turkish delight – the tourist jests small talk, as if to lighten the entire mood. "We going off on a wild adventure, eh?"

Then the sudden rush of acceleration has everyone feeling like it's a horizonatal roller-coaster, stomachs churning. The father whispers to his two daughters how it's only acceleration, and that the feeling will soon pass.

The Czech guy, his name Milos, is just a travelling salesman in a white hat and a suitcase, and talks about how awesome Paris is, how nice the people he dealt with are, the food – it is just such a shame that it's grown far too dangerous for him to ever consider coming back.

"You should visit Prague! It's so wonderful there!" he tells Curtis.

A while later, Curtis has to pee. The Muslim father tells him to watch himself above decks, as a few ticketing officers are known to have photographic memories – they can catch a new face even after going though hundreds of passengers.

Curtis clambers around the floor of luggage, before finding the stairs and awkwardly looking for the washroom in what looks like the second-class passenger area.

He finds a cubicle door. It's in use. Damn, and he's on the verge of exploding in his pants..

The door slides unlocked. When it opens, he sees her blonde hair, her eyes and her lips.

It's Clare.

For an instant, he forgets all about his bladder problems, while she returns his gaze curiously.

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Carrytale - Chapter 7: She wanted to win more than anything in the world.

Undyne Charged out without another word and slammed the front door behind her. Sans sat down at the table, he rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed deeply. Sans then turned to his brother;

“Would you mind giving out the pasta Paps?” Papyrus obliged his brothers request without saying as word. He handed out the plates and poured the pasta onto each of them. Yet, the encounter with Undyne had collectively soured their hunger. Instead of eating they silently glanced at each-other trying to relax.

“I’m curious too Sans, what was your plan?” grumbled Toriel. Toriel was scowling at Sans, her arms crossed. Sans shot her a disdaining glare not impressed by this line of conversation. “My plan, lady Toriel, involved a lot of following you around and breaking up any fights that might occur. Don’t think I can’t see through you Toriel, I know exactly what you have in mind for Asgore”. Toriel lurched back, aghast; then she chuckled. “Well Sans,What’s the plan now? Will you come between myself and Undyne? Will you fight at all?”

“Mom, please stop” pleaded Chara. Her voice faintly audible from Toriel’s pocket. Toriel dug the phone out of her pocket and placed it on the table. “Its been a long day Mom, there’s no need to be fighting like this.” Toriel did seem quite tired from Frisk’s perspective, Toriel looked down to her plate and took a big forkful of Spaghetti all at once. Her sullen eyes opened wide with the taste. “This is amazing Papyrus!” Papyrus let out a sigh of relief, it was the most noise he had made in a while. “Oh goodness, I was worried you wouldn’t like it.. what am I saying I’m an excellent Chef! I’ve been trained by the best of the best!” Papyrus’ spirits were returning to him at long last. Frisk couldn’t help but smile.

After dinner finish, Toriel volunteered to help papyrus wash the dishes, Frisk was placed on the couch beside the front door whilst the kitchen was cleaned up. Sans emerged from his room and descended the stairs. When he reached the ground floor his eyes met Frisk’s as he crept up to the front door. He didn’t say a word, only giving a silent wave goodbye to Frisk which they reciprocated. He then opened the front door and slipped out silently.

Papyrus emerged from the kitchen and knelt on the floor to meet Frisk’s eye-line. “Human I’ve spoken to Toriel and Chara and we’ve all agreed to put the past behind us and become friends with each-other! Of course it is only proper that I ask you myself. so.. would you like to be my friend Frisk? Frisk was practically smitten with Papyrus at this point. “I’d love that Papyrus!” delighted Frisk. Papyrus cheered and hugged Frisk deeply; he then stood up and spun on the spot and Frisk spun with him. “All that’s left is to convince Undyne to be your friend then all will be well.” Frisk was looking forward to all being well… but wasn’t feeling hopeful.

Sans returned a couple of hours later, Papyrus had fallen asleep on the sofa watching a movie with Frisk. Frisk pretended to be asleep, listening as Sans strolled into the kitchen. Toriel and Chara had been talking in the kitchen for a while already and greeted Sans as he entered “I’ve prepared my room for you to use Toriel.” “Thank you Sans” replied Toriel … “How did talking to Undyne go?” queried Chara. Sans could be heard sighing. “She still wants to fight Toriel, I couldn’t talk her out of it, she even said she was keeping it a secret from Asgore in case he would intervene. You can expect her to challenge you tomorrow”. … “Then it’s settled then” quipped Toriel. “Mom, you shouldn’t fight Undyne she is serious about beating you” Chara exclaimed. “There is nothing for it Chara, Undyne will know where to look if we run back to the ruins and i’m not entertaining the thought of my house under constant siege”

“This isn’t right Mom, we should get help at least! Undyne won-”

“CHARA. I don’t trust Undyne. I can already tell this won’t end unless she is totally defeated”. … “Don’t forget what I’ve told you Toriel” Warned Sans. ... “Don’t Worry Sans, I don’t plan on killing her, I’ll just rile her up then beat some sense into her. Can’t remember the last time I did that though”. Three loud knocks could be heard, it was the end of breakfast. Sans opened the front door ever so slightly and peered out. “Whats the crowd for Undyne?” questioned Sans. “The dog squad isn’t the greatest at confidentiality, they won’t leave either”.

Toriel approached the door, as she did Sans quickly pulled the door all the way open. The sudden appearance of Toriel caused her to quickly straighten her back to meet Toriel’s eye level. Undyne began stepping back from the door until she was in the dead middle of the path. Toriel then stood in the door way and leaned against the frame. Monsters in the crowd began loudly conferring with each-other. “Is that really Lady Toriel?” “She does remind me of Asgore..” “Why has she returned now?” “Everyone please be quiet!” snarled Undyne.

All eyes went to Undyne. She was wearing what looked like steel armour with her helmet being tucked under her arm. “Lady Toriel, Former queen of monsterkind, You were proven leader and dutiful monarch in your reign but, when war was declared with humankind you abandoned us! And now you return, centuries later not to fight alongside us but to fight against us, for the sake of a human! How dare-” Undyne abruptly stopped, In the midst of her passionate speech she closed her eyes and upon opening them realized Toriel was staring off at the sky. It wasn’t subtly either, and it was enraging Undyne.

“Why aren’t you paying attention!” barked Undyne. Toriel’s eyes returned to Undyne then she scanned the crowd, who were in disbelief that she was still alive and that she had a human under her protection.

“Undyne, tell me something I don’t know” “Excuse me?!” “You didn’t come all this way to make a speech did you? A wise woman once said The barking dog seldom bites“ Undyne was blood red with rage. “Enough! Lady Toriel, I challenge you to single combat in Snowdin Forrest today! If I win I get custody of the human” Toriel smiled and stood away from the door-frame, she then sauntered up to Undyne. “Very well, captain Undyne, I accept on the condition that if I win you and your guard will not oppose us further”. “I accept” replied Undyne as she threw out her hand for a handshake. Toriel dutifully accepted the handshake.

________________________________________________________________ It was the day after; Snowdin Forrest had been utterly rended apart. Trees had been torched, snow had melted into streams and pools. A heavy fog blanketed the sooty Forrest. The bridge was gone. Frisk was sitting on Sans’ lap in the snow, wrapped up in a blanket, waiting for a sign from either of them.