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You were perhaps one of the few monsters who were unhappy with the recent turn of events, and by unhappy you mean that you completely dislike the turn they took, and not just fleetingly feeling uncomfortable with the consequences that come with the whole situation.
You could remember the day before it all happened. One single child, just like many others who had fallen before, showed up one day in the ruins. You weren't yet born to see the ones before them, but you knew right away that that kid wasn't a monster like you, much less a spider monster. No fur, no scales, no magic, no fangs… And absolutely no idea of where they were. What else they could be, if not human?
You remember how they were wearing dirty clothes and how your web had caught on their hair, forcing you to weave yourself a new one after they left with a donut in hand. Your family was enchanted by such an intriguing being, and chatted excitedly before returning to bake more pastries.
You were but a child then, as well.
The events of that day, you hardly could guess, would be told for years and years, and change forever the path of monster kind. The very next day, you saw the world for the first time, and it's seemingly endless sky and scorching sunlight. Some liked to say that you had had a VIP treatment for that day, since you and your family left the underground inside a heated limo, secured from the cold of Snowdin, each with a new set of comfortable and fashionable MTT brand dancing shoes. You still had yours, too sentimental to throw them away after you outgrew your set.
You were received very well at first. That child - which for some reason you felt like you already knew, and that now you called by name: Frisk - became the ambassador of humans and monsters. They were barely older than you, and already had held such an important position.
Oh, what was life if not fair? Nothing much, to be honest.
You admit that you were a little bitter after knowing that the same kid that had messed up with your web, all dirty and without manners, was suddenly as important as the king and the queen of the Underground. That snotty brat.
Well, you considered them snotty now , after you started to feel like you were on even ground in terms of knowledge and experience, having many years passed that you weren't kids anymore. Just knowing that you were on the same age group automatically made you feel like you knew more than them. Some days you were so full of yourself.... It was easy to recognize that flaw in yourself without much stress.
Today, however, is not one of those days.
Oh, no. Today you were just a miserable monster.
Carrying more books inside your bag than your back could handle, you stepped inside your family's bakery. Well, actually, you weren't sure if it could be considered a bakery, seeing how the humans' definition of a bakery were supposed to be so... Spider-free, so to say. The thought of non-spidery baked goods had disgusted you as a child and still did today.
Your family's bakery was located on the floor level of a four-story building. You, with the help of the more well off members of the spiders' clan, had bought a nice house for you to live in with some of your closest relatives. The same fate was reserved for more than half of the spider monsters, of course. You were a blessed kind, as far as you knew. Oh, how you were lucky that your currency in the underground was all in gold. Yay, lucky you.
It was a pain to carry your things upstairs to the top floor. You held onto the walls with your extra arms to get some support and passed by the floors, hoping that your relatives were all either out or sleeping. No one in sight in the spider's household, you were ready to decree that your stealth mission was a success!
"Hey, baby, you home late."
Well, now that you thought a little more about it, your cousin didn't sleep much at night at all. The proof was the sight of him, right there in the common area of your floor, eating bagels and watching movies. Oh, stars, was he eating your bagels?
Stealth mission status: failure, and about to become an assassination mission.
"Dude, what the fuck!", you curse under your breath, trying not to be too loud in the middle of the night.
"Heh.", he chuckled, biting into the- Oh it most certainly was your bagel now. You were the only one who filled the bagels with caramel in this house. "Expecting someone else, dude?"
"Turn on the light if you're awake, asshole.", you said, flipping the light switch on. Under the light, you could see it was not the first bagel he had eaten today, judging by the empty carton box you used at the store to store the pastries beside him.
"Nah.", she shrugged. "Mom was saying today that we had to save energy."
"How about saving it by turning off the tv at night, uh?", you dropped your bag on a corner in the room, relaxing your body into a more natural stance. "And going to sleep at normal hours?"
"Nah", he repeated.
There you have it. Your cousin, in all his smelly glory. Hooray!
You and your family liked to call him "Legs", an old nickname from when you were kids.
You were about to go to your room, but he called you again.
"Anyways, uncle Ernie wanted to talk to you."
You stop.
"He what?"
"He wanted to to talk to you about something."
Oh, stars…
"Don’t you know about what?"
"No idea.", he said, finishing his bagel. "Turn off the lights when you go to sleep, ok?", and he resumed watching his… Rom-com? Yup. Your cousin was watching cheesy rom-coms. Nope, you were not staying here to hear the amount of cheese it was going to spew.
Already wanting to keep your distance from all the corny lines in that movie, you flipped the lights off again and dragged your bag to your room.
You locked the door behind you, and put on some music to muffle your thoughts out. It may not actually block them off completely, but it calmed you down some.
Inside your bag, you had five books, the thick, hard covered kind. They smelled like they were moldering and needed a day under the sun ASAP. You put them away over your desk, beside another pile of books you had gotten from the public library.
For a spider monster's room, there was a severe lack of webs in your room. Unlike in the Underground, the wind brought with it's currents dust and dirt inside your house, which got stuck in the webs, to much of your dismay. Your nose was particularly sensitive to all that dirt, and clogged often. It was worse in the spring, when the flower's pollen made the air outside thicker with it's sweet particles. The first spring you spent on the surface, your family was driven to madness by your constant sneezing. No monster knew what was it you had, not even those who were old enough to have been there when monster kind had not yet been banished to the subterranean caverns. They pretty much had accepted that you were going to "fall", when Frisk did their job as an ambassador and explained to you that some people had allergies. Having lived your entire lives in the ruins, with barely anything to itch your noses, the concept was completely alien. Still didn't prevent them from getting worried sick over you every year.
And that was why your room was so… Webless .
Sigh.
You missed how they looked around your things. Thin, absurdly strong, shiny under the morning light...
You undressed and went to sleep, hiding your face under the many pillows and plushes on your bed. Even the fabric used on them had to be special, if you weren't wrong. It was all synthetic fibre and rubbery stuff. Those helped with your allergy, and you were more than thankful to your godmother for this gift. She had arranged those for you right after Frisk's revelation on allergies. Blessed be that woman.
Messing with your smartphone before bed, you had several messages from your one human friend. She was worried about you. Already having in mind the contents of her messages, you didn't even bother to read them. You closed the messages app and started to read a book online. You had to stop when your new book turned out to be one with a cheesy plot. You moved from book to book like this, reading a few paragraphs each and scrapping them from your files once you had figured out that you didn't feel up to reading any of them. Your three pairs of arms tangled around yourself, covering your face and hugging your middle. You stomach was still raging on you due to stress, and you just wished you had never left the underground.
The music was still going when you fell asleep.
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Your family consists of people who are early birds. They started to wake up at 5 AM sharp, waaaaay too early for the sun to be up. You were going through the worse of winter, as the news promptly informed you when you sat down to have breakfast. Your younger brother had dragged you off your bed with the excitement on par to the day the barrier had been broken. His limbs were all over the place, searching the breakfast table for his daily dose of too much food to have in the morning. The little beast ate like a boss monster, much to your father's approval. He watched his son, satisfied, across the table.
Your uncle and aunt joined you making tea, and you stepped back to give them room to take the task off your hands. You were happy to return to the table to fix something to stuff your stomach.
It was a shame that you got a sensitive stomach, which made you have an obnoxious nausea in the morning and made it hard to eat much this early. Your eight eyes moved to the clock. It was still too damn early.
You had one or two family members who took a little longer to wake up, but in thirty minutes they were awake and ready to join you. All the spots on the dinner table were occupied by the arachnids, adding up in total to nine people: your uncle, your aunt, your two cousins, your older sister, your younger brother, your parents and you. The elders worked at the bakery downstairs, while the younger were either still studying or working somewhere else. Like you.
"What are you going to do today?", your father asked you while munching on his toast.
Oh, right.
"Nothing much.", you evaded his question.
"Don't you have a lecture with that nasty teacher today?"
He was talking about this one racist professor at your university. He treated you less than gentlemanly, and decided to turn you into the butt to his jokes. Consistently.
"Nah.", you mumbled. "He got sick recently very suddenly. Like, really sick!", you said a teeny bit too theatrically.
Liar.
You had caused his sickness. Not on purpose, you swear. How would you know he had no knowledge whatsoever on soul magic? The poor guy was too weak witted for you, and took a leave of absence after one little experiment you had in class. You almost felt sorry for him. Almost .
Your father grimaced at you, all eight eyes squinting, sensing something wrong in your tone. You bit back a smile.
"Anyway...", he resumed eating breakfast. "I wanted you to go grocery shopping this time.", the elder monster sipped his steaming (spider)tea.
"It's Legs' turn this time, dad."
"I have stuff to do today.", he announced groggily. "Today's Nora's birthday. I'll make up for it next time."
"You better.", you grunted.
You ate the rest of your meal in silence, letting your family do the talking for you. Your remaining answers for the rest of the meal were all rather monosyllabic.
"Don't you think the butter is tasting a little rancid today?", your mother asked.
"Uhum."
"Can you get me the new toy on tv, sis?", your brother requested.
"Nah."
"Why not!?"
"'Cuz nah."
He looked like he was a match someone had just lit, ready to start a temper tantrum. He was so upset when you talked like that.
"Mom, she is doing the thing again!", he wailed to your mother.
"Wait until your birthday.", she sounded just as sleepy as you, dragging a long yawn after finishing her sentence.
"Do you think I'm a little thinner?", your aunt eyes, all of them, sparkled in anticipation for your answer.
"Yeah.", you thought she was actually chubbier than before, to be honest.
By the time the sun was threatening to rise, you were all done eating. Washing the dishes right after every meal was a thing that took some geting used to, you had to admit, but was a fairly easy and fast task to do when you have 3 pairs of hands each to do the job. Oh, boy, you loved multitasking more than anything.
You went upstairs again, to change and get your things. You got one book of your choice from the top of the pile from yesterday and shoved it into your bag, as well as your cellphone, charger, wallet and keys. It was still partially empty, and you hoped no one would notice the lack of books you were taking with you this time.
The shop downstair was about to open for the day when you left without saying goodbye. It was a little after 7 AM.
You were in a hurry to leave the streets as soon as you stepped outside.
Today you were wearing a hoodie with only two sleeves, forcing you to hide two pairs of limbs under the fabric, glued to your sides. You pulled the hood over your head, which helped hide how many eyes you actually had. You didn't really care about showing your monster traits, but the bystanders thought differently.
Your feet started to drag you through the usual way to your university, but remembering something, your took a detour. Another thing you remembered: you couldn't really mingle in the crowd. Humans stared into your hood and whispered to their companions if they had any. Children were less discreet, and spoke out loud:
"Spider lady!"
"Don't stare.", and variations of those words flew around wherever you went.
You entered a monster pub downtown, and sat on a tall cushioned stool by the counter.
Pulling off your phone, you dialed the embassy. After only a few beeps, they picked up the call.
"Ebott's Embassy, how can I help you?", the gentle and suave voice over the phone was too cheerful, like they were repeating a phrase they had trained in front of the mirror.
"I would like to know at what times is the Embassy open today?"
"We are open all day from 8 AM to 6 PM, from monday to friday."
"Thank you, that was all I wanted to know."
"You are welcome. Have a nice day!"
"You too.", and you ended the call.
You climbed off your stool and strode out again, headed to the subway station. The guy selling the tickets gave you a nasty look, but sold you your tickets without voicing his thoughts.
The station was never too crowded at this time, and you were lucky enough to get yourself a seat away from the amorphous mass of people stuffing the inside of the vehicle. You were going down at the last station, the one closest to the Embassy. On the way, you spotted Aaron creeping on other people. You snickered when he grossed out an old Woshoa off his seat and into the furthest part of the wagon.
You arrived just before 9 AM. The sky was blocked out by a thick layer of dark gray clouds. The Embassy, a white and gold building, rose off the ground among a beautiful frozen garden. Even though the plants were covered by a thick layer of chaste white snow, someone went through the trouble of making ice sculptures, making it so all the covered beauty wouldn't be missed. There were glassy birds, monsters, humans and other smaller impressions, all very well crafted. You could see from where you stood a spectrum of colors dancing inside the ice like it was a prism, and recognized the use of ice magic. The snow around them glowed under the delicate filtered light and it's ever changing colors. The changes were so subtle, it was calming to watch as they went through the hue cycle your sensitive eyesight could detect. It seemed like some statues were still in the making. You crossed paths with Ice Wolf while he was working on one special piece, depicting the royal family. He caught sight of you on the corner of his eyes and nodded casually. You bobbed your head slightly in acknowledgement of his presence and stepped inside the building.
Monsters, as well as one single human, were going on about their businesses. The room was reminiscent of the royal castle, all beautifully decorated with a very detailed marble work with flower patterns and mosaic canvases constructed with the Underground's glowing rocks. If you could compare it to any art style, you'd say it looked a lot like a mix of byzantine and classic architecture, where the simple and elegant met with the colorful and rich.
You loved the Embassy. Here, looking at it from the inside, you could say with complete certainty that it was the most beautiful thing monsters had built above ground. Caught up looking at the mosaic canvases covering most of the walls, each depicting a different location in the Underground, you kept walking deeper into the waiting hall. Your shoes made low splashing sounds as your wet soles met polished wooden floor. You recognized places you had only seen for a couple moments before leaving the cave: the Core and it's wires and frames, the Hotland, burning red and bright, the wonderful Waterfall and it's glowing plant life…
Your eyes found a mosaic of Snowdin, and, by it's side, the Ruins. While the one depicting the frozen land was decorated with shiny whites and greens, the Ruins were in deep royal purples and red. It made justice to your Home, showing it even more alluring than you remembered. It didn't bring to light what time had done to the place, how it had deteriorated through the centuries, but rather what it was like in it's golden years, when it was the capital of the Kingdom.
Pulling down your hood to clear your vision, your entire attention was on it. You've never missed home as much as now, looking at how beautifully the artist had remembered your home. Your Home !
"Good morning.", you were taken out of your reminiscent loving memories when someone gently called you. "How may I help you?"
The voice had come from none other than the prince of all monsters, Asriel Dreemurr.
You yelped, stepping back.
"Oh, my stars."
The prince - FUCK MY LIFE, ASRIEL FUCKING DREEMURR!? - chuckled at your surprise.
Everyone knew the history of the prince. His sacrifice, his falling… And no one will ever forget, for as long as memory exists and people write books, the day he had risen up from wherever he had fallen, growing back to life like golden flowers. You had never seen him, but you could recognize a boss monster anywhere - you remembered the queen Toriel very well, that wonderful woman who complimented your cooking as a child - and there was no mistaking. One of the last of the boss monsters, prince Asriel, wasn't a child for a while now. Just as tall as his father before him, he stood a good many feet above your height, all the while sporting those big, shiny as all the marble in the room, horns.
And he smiled like his face was made for that motion. Each particle of magic that made up his body existed for the sake of that smile, and you couldn't find the words to respond. Instead, your many eyes searched his figure, madly looking for something to say.
"I hope I didn't scare you...", he begun saying with a concerned tone, and only then you found your voice again.
"No! Your Highness would never!", your extra arms under your clothes were fidgeting.
"Oh", he seemed very pleased by your revelation, and his smile shone brightly again. Such white teeth! "I'm so glad! I thought I had. I hope I'm not bothering you…?"
"I was just admiring your canvas, Your Highness...", you blurted out nervously
He rose his palm to stop you from continuing talking.
"Please.", even his eyes smiled when he talked. "Call me Asriel."
"Of course.", you squeaked.
"Now, now, what brings such a charming lady like you here today?"
Oh, my stars…
He… Did the prince just call you a charming lady? You thought you were looking rather like a trash bag with your old hoodie and torn jeans. Magic began wandering to your face and a blue blush filled your vision. You felt like a deer under the spot light.
"I-I - Ah - Uhnn...", you were the queen of articulation. That was you. Of course!
Someone must have thought so too, because they strode towards you and the everloving freaking prince of all monsters - you were having strong nationalist feelings over knowing you had the most good looking royal of all the world as your prince regent - and casually gave the prince a pat on the back.
"Flirting this early, Azzy?", they, you recognized, were a human, plain and simple. Long hair tied up behind their head and wearing a suit, you felt like you should know them, but couldn't put your finger on their name.
"Wha- I'm not flirting!", Asriel was quick to defend himself, smiling awkwardly.
"I'm not complaining.", then they turned their attention to you. "Good morning, miss, I hope I wasn't interrupting anything.", they wiggled their brows slightly when speaking to you.
The human was very tall, but not nearly as tall as the prince. You were short for most monsters, but perhaps taller than the average human. This one, however, surpassed your height by about an inch or two.
"Frisk!", Asriel pulled their shoulder playfully.
What?
Upon hearing that name, you grimaced. So that's what puberty had done to that snotty brat, you wondered, taking a good look at the human in front of you.
"Oh.", your tone flattened, unable to still sound excited after remembering that one time they had messed with your web. "Good morning, Frisk. It's been a while."
Recognition colored their expression, and they straightened their back. There was some satisfaction in the fact that they remembered having seen you when you were kids. Bless their good memory.
"Oh, my God, I almost didn't recognize you!", they confessed. "It's been so long, you're almost like someone else!"
"You changed a lot too. Got taller.", you snickered, feeling satisfied with yourself for still feeling like you were taller than them. What was height to someone who had a sharper mind?
"You think so?", their enthusiasm seemed genuine, like they hadn't sensed the mock in your words. Their eyes darted to Asriel and back to you, very fast. "Think I might get taller than Azzy in a couple years."
"Ha!", the prince bleated. "Sure! Maybe one day, Frisk.", he said sarcastically.
They laughed amiably, pushing each other playfully.
"Won't you introduce me to your friend, Frisk?", he says, then turns to you. "I don't think we have met before."
Something funny happened to you: You felt odd, like that couldn't be right. Having never seen him before like this, there's no way you met before. Even so, the feeling that something wasn't right didn't leave you.
"Sure!", Frisk directed his palm towards you, presenting you. "Asriel, this is Rose. Her family owns that spider bakery on South Ebott. Rose, you've met Asriel."
The goat lad looked at you quizzically.
"Are you by any chance Mr. Ernie and Mrs. Clarice's daugther?", the monster inquired.
"Yeah. How do you know my parents?"
"Frisk here always orders from their shop.", he pointed to the human with his thumb.
"Oh.", and there you were, feeling full of yourself. "Do you also like our pastries, Your Highness?"
"Yeah, I do, but just when Frisk remembers to leave some for me.", the culprit by his side chuckled nervously. "I think we may still have some spider tea, though."
"Anyway...", you brushed the ends of your hair with your right free hand. "I have some stuff I would like to arrange today."
"Of course.", Asriel cleared his throat. "How can we help you today?"
"Oh.", your hand gets tangled in your thick black hair, and you take a moment to untangle it. "It's a minor issue, I'm sure you have other more important things to do. I don't want to bother."
"None that can't wait a little while.", the boss monster said, and was awarded with a very indiscrete glare from the Ambassador. "What is it?"
You really hoped to not sound as ingrate as you felt when you voiced your issue. You expected to have to deal with someone else - perhaps the receptionist by the counter just a few meters away? - and not have to tell the prince himself of your problems. Suddenly feeling very shy, you refused to look at him in the eyes, deciding the wooden patterns on the floor were much more interesting that the alternative.
"Ern… May we talk somewhere else?"
"Of course!", not really sure if it was entirely necessary to move but not wanting to be rude, Asriel led you to a vacant office. Frisk came along.
As you entered the office, you could see a desk covered by loose sheets of paper, as well as many fountain pens. At the center of the room the was a small tea table and four armchairs. Just like the waiting hall, his office was very broad and had a very high ceiling. The window frames alone were higher than any door you've ever seen outside of the Embassy, inviting in a generous portion of the sunlight. There was a fireplace built between two windows, within which you noticed the lack of fire wood despite it burning flame, and recognized the boss monster's magic. Toriel was known for her use of this specific kind of magic, so it didn't come as a shock to you to see it exposed here. Knowing for a fact that a boss monster's magic couldn't burn you or anyone if it was not it's intent, you had a very strong urge to stick your hand in there.
"So?", he sat down on the armchair closest to the fireplace, and got himself comfortable. Frisk sat on the one nearest by his side. They immediately started fixing themselves a cup of tea. You noticed it was spider tea.
"Well...", you moved away from the fire and decided to sit across from Asriel, the tea table keeping your knees apart. "I don't want to be rude.", you gestured with your free hands, and the ones remaining under your hoodie fidgeted, grabbing the soft flesh of your belly fiercely.
You stressed your lower lip under your fangs.
"I would like to move back to the Underground, Your Highness."
They both simultaneously chocked on their tea.
Was it rude to find their reaction amusing? You had no idea, but the sight of two most important personalities of today's politics scenario choking and losing their composure urged a laugh you had to bite back to keep a straight face. Oh, no, there was a smile pulling at the corner of your mouth upwards.
"Sor- Ack - Sorry.", Frisk pat their chest, trying to get the air to go through the right canal. Asriel was in much worse shape, coughing loudly. "Would you like to take vacations there? Is that what you meant?", they tried, visibly uncomfortable.
"It's ok. And I mean, no, I would like to move there permanently", you, despite finding it absurdly amusing how bent out of shape they were right now, were a little concerned over them and their impression of you. " Is it too weird of me?"
"No, actually", the goat monster coughed one last time before clearing his throat. ", We have some paper on that to sign today for other monsters.", Asriel confessed. "I just, I don't know, wasn't expecting you to want to move back."
"Why not?"
"Well, I was under the impression that things were going well with your family.", he explained, bashfully.
"Yeah!", Frisk agreed. " Your parents mentioned business has never been better! Your neighborhood looks nice, and, and...", they scratched their head in confusion. "Is there anything we missed? Have any of you been having any kind of issue we didn't notice?"
They seemed utterly distraught over your wish to leave the surface, and you couldn't help but feel bad for them.
"Kinda...", your stomach protested, and you were engulfed by a wave of anxiety. "I-I mean… I just don't think this is where I should be."
"Has anything been bothering you?", Asriel pressured you to continue. "If you need us to, it's the Embassy's job to help sort out every kind of problem for monsters fitting in the surface."
"You can't fix this.", you cut him. "It's not like you can fix every single problem!", your voice rose an octave, the tension in your guts doing things to your tone. "...Your Highness.", you quickly amended, dreading to be disrespectful towards the prince.
They shared a look among themselves, both in equal parts confused and anxious.
"It's in the Embassy's nature to help everyone we possibly can.", Frisk reassured you. "Won't you tell us what's wrong so we can help?"
Rejecting completely the option of answering his question, your tried to think of something to distract them, your mind racing faster than light. You opened you mouth many times, as if you were about to say something, but almost immediately closed it. You repeated the process, all the while being unable to contain your fingertips from digging into your palms, until they understood how much you didn't want to talk about it.
"If you don't need our help, it's fine.", Frisk reassured you. "But I have to suggest that you talk to one of our counselors."
"Ah?", counselors? You didn't know they had counselors .
"Most of the time it's not really necessary, but better be safe than sorry.", the prince shrugged. "Living on the surface can be really tough, so we recommend everyone who wants to move back to see one for a trial time before actually moving."
"Oh. Er, sure? I guess. For how long?"
“It usually takes a month for the counselor to give us an input, but you are free to close the sessions whenever you want.”
You tried not to grimace at the idea of staying in the surface any longer than you were already going to.
"Asriel."
"On it!", he said as he stood up and started looking through his desk's drawers. He seemed to have found what he was looking for and came back to his position across from you. He handed you a paper sheet on a clip board and one of the fountain pens you saw before. "Would you please fill in the blanks so we can assign someone for you?"
It was an application form. Where you were supposed to write down your residence's phone number you crossed out twice. You wrote down everything else.
"Thanks.", the other monster said when you handed it all back to him. " We'll see who is available to see you."
"I'm like, whatever on this.", you cracked your knuckles, absent minded. "Send me anyone."
The next moment there was someone knocking by the door. The three of your turned to see Ice Wolf stomp into the room.
"Hey, Kiddo!", his tail was wagging madly. "I'm done with the garden, come check it out!"
At that, you were dragged outside by the monster - he was very strong from all that heavy sculpture work he did, damn! - to the garden. Your jaw dropped slightly when you saw what he had done to the place. Sure, it was stunning when you came around earlier, but you didn't expect him to use more magic to enhance the ice sculptures even further.
The were still colorful like prisms under the gentle sunlight, but now they could be mistaken for being alive. Without stepping off their spots, the sculptures moved on their own, as if the wind was blowing their hair and clothes. Small gestures, like moving their members a little or changing expressions brought a strong sense of life into the creations. The one sculpture he was was working on when you came, of the royal family, was specially stunning. The king and queen were poised proudly next to the prince and a human child. Their mouths moved as if they were laughing, though they made no sound. The children had one arm each wrapped over each other's shoulders and swayed their bodies to the sides gently. It was a little uncomfortable to see an ice sculpture move, specially when the real deal was right by your side, but it was lovely nonetheless.
Glancing between both of them, you decided that Ice Wolf did a good job bringing out the prince's smile. The ice sharp fangs matched perfectly the real thing.
"Gotta say...", Frisk was just as mesmerized as you. "You really outperformed yourself this year."
As happy a little puppy with a new toy, the wolf monster could barely contain himself. He knocked Frisk to the ground in a firm hug. Asriel let out a full laughter at them, a very contagious one at that because you didn't even notice when you started laughing too.
"I guess you found yourself in a...", the prince begun to say, full or mirth.
"Asriel!", the poor ambassador could barely breath under the wolf, the wind knocked out of their lungs.
"... In a hairy situation!"
"FOR GOD'S SAKE, ASRIEL!", they groaned loudly at the awful pun.
"Come ooooon, Frisk!",
"Yeah, Frisk.", you snickered, coming up with another pun yourself. "Don't give Ice Wolf the cold shoulder ."
The prince was absolutely delighted by your collaboration, and raised his palm to you, requesting a high five, which you were no less than in ecstasy to return. All the while, Ice Wolf refused to let go of the human, who was groaning even louder than before.
"That's it, I'm disowning you."
"Shush, Frisk, you love it."
"Just… Help me get up."
"I think I should go, guys.", you said. "Unless I need to do anything else?", you simultaneously raised two eyebrows at them.
"I think that's it.", Frisk answered while Asriel tried to pry Ice Wolf away from them on the ground. "We'll call you."
"Oh, I hope so.", you said dreamingly under your breath, ogling how the prince's muscles tensed under his clothes with the effort he was making.
"What did you say?", the human must have heard you, because now it was their turn to raise an eyebrow your way.
"I said see you soon!", you turned on your heels and strode away from them, face as blue as an emu's egg.
A while later, you still had a silly smile glued to your face when you took the subway.