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[achievementhunter]

* i am a weiner

[The text was sent from this phone.]

[souldeterminant]

[...]

[The thing is, they can't actually tell if this is someone else pranking Sans, or Sans pranking them.]

[Oh well.]

Hi, A Weiner. I'm Frisk.

[Text]

[achievementhunter]

[Have a picture of a gate, Frisk.]

That feel when the queen teleports you into the middle of shadowsville, amirite?

[Text]

[souldeterminant]

[I'm sorry, what?]

[The bottom drops from Frisk's stomach as they study the picture. A circular, seemingly massive door, inscribed with some sort of - rune? - in its center... Frisk has only been out exploring once, but they've never seen that structure before.]

[They text back almost immediately.]

Are you okay??

text;

[justribbing]

* hey kid. after seeing that announcement about our latest weapon against the forces of darkness i thought i'd celebrate.
* do you know why cryptographers make terrible drummers?
* they just sit there fascinated by all the cymbals.

text;

[souldeterminant]

ur being too hard on them
id think cymbals were a cipher sore eyes too if i had that job

[text]; 1/3

[mymostvulnerable]

Hello, my child. I have something very important to tell you.

[mymostvulnerable]

<3

[mymostvulnerable]

In case you do not know, it means I love you.

[Action]

[your_best_friend]

[Hey. Hey, Frisk. Remember all those times where you might have saw Flowey out of the corner of your eye during your trek in the Underground? Or were those just tricks of the light? Or maybe your imagination? Then again, you did an awful lot down there and might have gotten really stressed enough to hallucinate.

Maybe.

But there it is again. Right where you were traveling to someplace you wanted to travel to. And same as always, if you go investigate, nothing will be there.]

[Action]

[souldeterminant]

[Frisk remembers. Flashes of gold, just as bright against the snow as they were in a tunnels of dark cobalt. A feeling of being watched. They've walked the sensation enough times now to know what it means and who's doing it; just like every time before, they ignore it and continue on.]

[If Flowey has something to say... he'll make sure Frisk hears it. That's how it's been from the beginning. But until then they know better than to try chasing him down, no matter how impatient they are to get some things off of their own chest.]

[When they enter their room, the door pulls shut behind them with a soft click. Looks like Sans and Snowpoff aren't in right now. Frisk rolls up their sleeves and kneels to check on the white lotus blossom floating in a bucket beside their bed.]

[justribbing]

* hey kid, know what's cooler than a banner year?
* a banner for my cool brother. one year older since, uh, end of last month.
* gonna throw him a party next week, think we can make one without him finding out?

[ This isn't procrastination, when Papyrus's birthday rolled around, there wasn't a Papyrus to throw a party for, and uh, Sans wasn't in a party mood. ]

[souldeterminant]

YES

[Text] :)

[achievementhunter]

A riddle for you, Partner.

Who has more than one SOUL and a present under their bed?

[Because that's such a hard one to answer.

The present hasn't so much been wrapped as it's been...well. Wrapped in a sweater. It's not a new sweater and Chara had absolutely nothing to do with it's make, nor is it a present in itself. What are you on about.]

[Text]

[souldeterminant]

[When the message blips onto their screen, a cold feeling plummets down Frisk's spine. The entire world seems to slow to a crawl, a shutter-click pause in time, and all without Sans in sight. Instead of responding, Frisk sets their phone aside, swallows, and climbs off their bed to investigate.]

[.... ?]

[Underneath the mattress is a sweater. Frisk pulls it free. Dust flies loose from the cot, causing them to cough as they shake the garment out; something drops into their lap, slides onto the floor in front of them. Pausing, Frisk folds the sweater over one arm to pick it up. Their fingers register the shape before their eyes even make sense of the odd, metallic outline.]

[It's a knife with a pretty butterfly design.]

[Frisk's fingers whiten, and before they fully comprehend their own movements, glide over the hilt in a practiced grip.]

[.....]

[A few minutes later, their reply finally comes.]

It's me.

[H a h a.]

What is this for?

[Action]

[gianthobo]

[There's a large man sitting in the dining hall. This isn't unusual - there are several large men in the castle, and even though AZ is probably the largest, him sitting in the dining hall isn't unusual. What might be unusual is that he's drawing - pictures of Pokemon sketched on the page. They're just rough sketches, but they're something.]

[They have to be something.]

[He's engaged in his work, enough that a small child might not be noticed - unless they make themselves known, at least.]

[Action]

[souldeterminant]

[Frisk spots AZ as soon as they enter the Mess, and while at first they don't want to distract him from a task that seems to be absorbing his interest... curiosity is a demanding mistress. They've got to know.]

[So here is an eleven-year-old climbing onto the bench next to him, carefully maneuvering a small, orb-like object into their lap. Closer inspection would reveal that it's an egg, which they cradle in their folded arms with all the care due to such a fragile thing. Once it's secure, they lean slightly in AZ's direction to get a better look at what he's doing.]

[Oh... is he drawing? Neat. For the time being, that's as far as they go to make their presence known; they're content to watch him work whether he immediately notices them or not.]

[text]

[mymostvulnerable]

Hello, my child. Someone told me to send skeletons to seven people. I am sending these instead. Please enjoy!

[text] 1/2

[mymostvulnerable]

Why is the snail the strongest animal?
They carry their house on their back!

[mymostvulnerable]

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[It's the end.]

DAWN OF THE 27TH NO HOURS REMAIN [Text: prior to conversation with Sans]

[achievementhunter]

I was considering our options in regards to continuing our training. Our current location for it is...inconvenient.

[How many interruptions could they have, really? Chara taps their finger against the phone, shooting through another text-]

The library has a lock on the door, at least. Let me know if you have any ideas.

[Before stowing the device away in their pocket. They'll hear back from them later.

Ha ha.]

[Text: post conversation]

[achievementhunter]

I hope his is what you wanted, to prov me right.

Becasd i dint

[text]

[concasse]

Frisk

[No -chan, takes too much work and Sanji is livid]

Where are you?

Sans said something about you needing a vacation

Text me back

[Text]

[daughterofursa]

Tell me you're still around.

[Text]

[souldeterminant]

I am.

But I still haven't seen Sans.

[Action]

[mamaterasu]

[It's been a long while since Ammy had seen Frisk from the time they came back from their 'vacation' - giving them the time to open up to the people that were closest to them and pick up the pieces they left behind in the wake of their death. But now, now that Ammy has had her own impromptu vacation of sorts, she believes it's fine to reunite with her precious little friend. All the faces and people that reminded her so much of Frisk made her realize that she's bid her time long enough - the ache is still there, and she needs to see her friend again. The one she knows. All the others were sweet and kind, of course, but there's something about returning to see someone you know very deeply. Someone you're bound to by a red string.

The door to the children's room squeaks softly as Ammy pushes her weight against it, peering around into the low-lit room. She's not sure if Frisk is here, but even so...she could always just leave the souvenir she got them on their bed with a little note. In fact, she could leave all the children's gifts here for them, labeled to go to the correct party. Though, it would be better to give a gift in person - the reaction is usually the best turnaround, heh.]

[Action]

[souldeterminant]

[The room is low-lit, but not empty; as the door creaks open, there's a noise of shuffling sheets, a quiet, snorting breath that breaks the silence of the room. Seconds later, a cocooned bundle sits up in the middle bunk, blankets falling off its occupant in uneven folds. Frisk, all sleepy-eyed and bedhead, turns towards the door, squinting even harder than usual; the heel of one palm rises to rub against their eye.]

[Then they pause. Hand drops into their lap, and heavy lids widen enough for a glint of color to show in their eyes. Immediately, Frisk hikes the blankets down from their shoulders; a bit clumsily thanks to the oversized t-shirt with the caption 'COMET ME BRO' emblazoned on the front. They look about ready to crawl right off the side of the bed.]

Snowpoff?

Backdated to the 15th

[achievementhunter]

[They've taken great care in ensuring that Sans does not know what they're up to. Even then they can't precisely hide the full undercurrent of it; that something about this day is different to any other day, that Chara recognizes something about it that's- important.

He doesn't ask. They don't tell. Seeing them flit in and out of their room is nothing unusual, though at some point during the evening, Frisk might come across something, tucked beneath their pillow.

They look happy.]

November 25

[heritrix]

[You have one missed voicemail, Frisk! When played the voice on the other end sounds cheery.]

Hi, Frisk. Rin here. The favorite, obviously, and not the one who works in the kitchen. I am the favorite, right? [/cue a laugh at her wonderful joke here: the ohohoho of the rich and famous before she snickers at her own impression.]

Anyways! I had a favor I wanted to ask of you. If you get this message in the next few hours, call me back, okay? If not, don't worry, I'll work something out. Thank you~! Bye.

[End of message, the mechanic system intones.]

[souldeterminant]

[Less than an hour after Rin leaves the voicemail, her phone will chime an announcement of Frisk's return call; a call that Frisk, evidently, is all too eager to make, because they speak the moment they hear a break in the rhythmic ringing tone.]

Of course you're my favorite.

[They might even sound the slightest bit offended.]

March 6

[heritrix]

[Crossposted here.

There are no crafty letters with this one, no colorful ribbons. No play that Santa got lost. Where the other presents were delivered with a cheeky smile on her face in the middle of the afternoon, Rin waits before she sets out with these ones, empty of expression. Waits until late, late, late night, where surely even the insomniacs must have tucked indoors by this hour.

It's the first time she's visited the treehouse since that incident with Sakura.

That isn't what made her stay away.

The door creaks beneath Rin's hand as she presses it shut behind her. Combing fingers through her long brown hair, she walks slowly. Past the bookcases. Past a kitchen: chairs, mugs, dishes, everything built for two. The treehouse is silent but for the wind outside and Rin's slow footfalls as she moves up the stairs, towards the bedroom that waits on the second level. And when she reaches the threshold, she pauses. Waits for her eyes to adjust.

She could turn a light on, but it feels more fitting this way.]

[heritrix]

[The toys and the bed get ignored by her. Marching to the center of the room, Rin has eyes for one piece of furniture only: a simple dresser. That item she saw while passing the time waiting for Sakura to wake up... Will it still be here, she wonders?

Moonlight streaming through the windowpane catches it: a flower made of glass. A tangible thing outside of her imagination, it stands as stark proof she wasn't wrong.]

I know there were two of you.

[Rin does not raise her voice. In the quiet in this empty room, she feels like she's standing over a grave. That's good, she thinks. She didn't get that feeling standing across from those strange, faceless statues. Blinking slowly, Rin lightly runs a finger across a glass petal.]

I remember making this, though not for myself. [Turning her head, she reaches with her one free hand for an item in her pocket.] This too.

[Besides the glass flower, she sets down a bookmark of pressed, echo flowers.]

It's not mine, so I don't want it. [Her voice sounds empty of anger to her own ears, so Rin knows she must be angry and upset beyond the ability to express it. Not even to a ghost will she show her true thoughts.] But I'll keep the book.