An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Flowey forges bonds. Frisk defies expectations. Undyne breaks the news.
“You are not funny!!” Chara shouts, and buoyed by that, Frisk spins on their heel and charges back onto the stage.
“Oh wait – Frisk – “ Momma calls, but Frisk spreads out their hands wide and waves over at Mettaton, waves at the monsters down in the pit, waves at Flowey and jumps up and down. Are you ready?! Are you ready?! they yell with their hands. Mrs. Hills! Hopes and Dreams! Let’s show her how wrong she really is!!!
Flowey whoops, startling Mrs. Hills, and disappears into the dirt to explode out of his pot on the edge of backstage. “If you are sure…alright, then!” Momma smiles, with a twinge of nervousness. She gathers up all the adoption papers into a neat stack, with an unconscious air of protecting them. “Mrs. Hills, I believe you asked a few months ago if you could come and see Frisk’s progress in the musical – their, ah, occupational therapy, as you referred to it? Well…”
“BUCKLE UP!” Chara yells, and presses their knuckles to their mouth and stomps their boots on the floor.