Crossember Day 12
“Wait, so you’re scared of a slipper? How the heck does that work?!”
Frisk had walked up to Cross after hearing the rumor from Classic Sans.
“That’s not what it is at all!”
“Ok, so you have a personal thing against slippers.”
“I don’t-”
“So if I take a slipper,” Frisk pulled one off her foot and held it up, “and throw it at you, you’ll run away?”
“No I-”
Frisk promptly smacked Cross upside the head with the slipper. Cross took chase after Frisk, before Frisk turned on him with the shoe. They tore across the house, before Keiy yelled at them. They stopped in midair, like a cartoon.
“What are you two doing?”
“Nothing, mum. Just chasing Cross with a slipper.”
“Alright then. Carry on.”
Frisk continued her pursuit after Cross with the horrible terror of a fluffy house shoe, not even letting up when not even a minute later when Keiy yelled, “Wait, WHAT.”
Ummmmmmm.......
Heh, I have nothing to say about why I wrote this.
Sorry about my not-so-short child of Satan.
