Written By: Fairy~

Fanart By: Luna Valentine

Setting the Stage: It was mentioned in an earlier oneshot that Frisk once got lost in the forest. (Correct me if I'm wrong, Fairy. I think you might've said something about that. Oooor I'm being me, and mixing up my conversations again. XD) I think this may have been about that time. It would also have been after the oneshot where (Y/N) first found out that Frisk liked MK. (I'm too lazy to actually look for the oneshot names. Sorry, guys. ^_^)

Oh! But on another note, I'm very impressed with how well written this is. I may not be editing any of them anymore, but even if I were still doing that, I don't think I would've had to do much anyways. XD

~Your Perspective~

You stretch, knowing that you'd be unable to later. Frisk was forcing you to come play with her and Monster Kid in 15 minutes, and you knew that kid was fast. Even without arms, he was amazing at balancing himself. Okay, that's a lie. He always tripped when you saw him running. But hey, he didn't lose spirit.

You and Frisk head out around 10 minutes early, since she was always eager to play. Monster Kid was running around in circles at the entrance to Snowdin, his excitement almost causing him to explode. His smile reached from ear to ear, and you were sure he had a crush on Frisk. You snickered at the thought, and Frisk looked at you.

What's up, sis? she signs.

"Oh, nothing, just thinking about how hard MK must be crushing on you," you reply. MK looks up.

"FRISK! There you are! I've been looking EVERYWHERE FOR YOU! Oh, you brought (Y/N) too?! Oh, this is gonna be so much FUN!" He squeals.

Frisk giggles. Now that you were her personal translator, MK was always excited to hear what she had to say. He and her started playing Hide N' Seek, Frisk and Monster Kids' favorite game. You smile, knowing those two were almost as close of friends as you and Charlotte—

You shake your head, trying to erase the memory. A finger pokes your back, and you jump. You turn around, to see that it is only Sans.

"Hey, Buttercup. I thought we could head down to Grillbys'. Wanna come?" You smile, but shake your head.

"I gotta hang out with Frisk and MK, I'm pretty much her personal translator now."

"Ah, I almost forgot. So, what do you think 'bout MK?"

You smirk, and lean in to tell him about your thoughts on how MK must like Frisk. as you lean in, Sans looks towards you, confused. You two end up kissing. You jump back, surprised. Sans becomes his normal blueberry shade, but his smile widens.

"So, were ya trying to kiss me, Buttercup?"

"No, but I was trying to talk to you about romance."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yup, I think MK likes Frisk."

"Wouldn't be surprising. He's always banging his head on mine and Paps' door to see if the kid is over. Every time I say no, he looks crestfallen."

He looks up at the two. Frisk just pokes MK, signaling she found him. He groans, but smiles. He runs towards you.

"(Y/N)," he whispers, "do you think Frisk likes me?"

You take a step back, shocked. You didn't think he would ask now, right after you told Sans your thoughts.

"D-Does she?" he repeats. You smile, and point at Frisk.

"Why not go ask her?" You say. He nods, and runs back towards Frisk, falling on his face. You and Sans laugh as he gets back up.

MK goes up to Frisk and asks her a question. Even from 5 feet away, you could see how much of a little tomato her face had become. She puts on a smile, and runs off. Monster Kid looks down, obviously disappointed.

"I'll go talk to him, you go talk to the kid?" Sans asks.

"Yep," you reply.

You both walk off in different directions, Sans looking back and blowing you a kiss, a joking look on his face. You roll your eyes and giggle. Soon enough you find Frisk cupping her face, hiding behind a tree. You sit next to her, and look up.

MK likes me. she signs. You sigh.

"Well, he has a good choice in girls. Your smart, funny, and pretty."

Frisk smiles, then looks up at you.

I think I like him back, but I don't know. she signs. You smile.

"It's hard to figure it out the first time you have a crush. I went through it."

You remember third grade, when that one kid (you had forgotten his name a long time ago) that was in your class said he didn't like you back after you told him you had a crush on him. You cried for the next three days, but then forgot about the whole ordeal. You laugh a little. Frisk gives you a confused look.

What?

"I think you like MK," you whisper. She giggles.

You better teach him sign language then. You smirk.

"Oh, I will. Well, more like Sans will," you reply. She smiles and jumps around, excited about telling MK.

Yeah, he'll never be able to use sign language, I'll teach him each letter, though.

~Sans' Perspective~

Okay, so, how do you TELL a kid that it's gonna be okay, don't cry, and that she probably likes him? You can't, it's a little kid. I plop down next to MK, who's balling his eyes out. I pat him on the back.

"Hey kid, I bet she likes ya too, don't worry 'bout it." MK looks up to me, snot oozing down his face.

"Y-You really t-think s-so?" he asks. I wipe off the snot on his face, and nod.

"You're a great catch, kiddo. I bet Frisk is talking to (Y/N) about how she's having trouble telling you."

"D-Do you think she'll tell me?"

"I know she will, kid." He smiles, and jumps up.

"I- Can you teach me sign language?"

I rest my head on the tree, and nod.

"I'll teach ya, just let me get (Y/N)—I'm still not the best at it."

MK jumps around ecstatic, and ready to learn.

~3 HOURS LATER~

You sit there, bored out of your mind. For the past 3 hours, you'd shown MK each and every sign you could think of, given him Pop quizzes, EVERY. POSSIBLE. THING. Still, he wasn't able to get anything right when he tried to read what Frisk was saying in hands. You growl, uninterested in the subject. Soon enough, Frisk is writing down on her whiteboard. Luckily, before you fell- jumped, you had bought a huge pack, one of the 30 packs, of white board markers. She was telling him what she had said in sign language, and graded him on how correct he was.

Most of the time, it's 70% or lower. MK grumbles, annoyed.

"How come I can't do this...?" he asks. You sigh. "It's hard to learn, but if you wanna talk to Frisk, you're gonna have to learn it."

Sans looks at MK, then looks at you. He shuffles up towards you and whispers.

"We're gonna have to teach everyone sign language soon," he says to you.

You stop for a moment, letting his words compute. You groan, knowing he's right. All of a sudden, you hear a screech. You bolt up, prepared to carry either of the kids to safety. Luckily, it was just MK squealing in excitement.

What's he so happy about? you wonder. Frisk is jumping up and down.

"Frisk, calm down. What is it?" You ask. She thrusts the board at you. It reads: 100%, all right! You stand there, dumbfounded.

MK yells, "I DID IT!"

Frisk smiles and hugs him. His face goes bright red, but it's easy to tell he's happy. Frisk lets go, and signs a sentence. To you, it was easy to read.

Your my best friend, MK.

"You're my best friend too, Frisk," he says, giddy with happiness.

A shot of jealousy runs through your veins, but you shake it off easily. They were just kids, after all. Sans notices your facial expression, and smirks.

"Jealous of MK, huh?"

"N-No, of course not!"

"Listen, it's okay. I was jealous of the kid when she first became Paps' friend..."

"Really?"

"Nah, just trying to cheer you up."

You can tell he was obviously lying. You think for a moment.

So, he was jealous of Frisk, and I'm jealous of MK. I guess we're both screwed up.

You take a step back, surprised at your own thoughts. Sans looks at you, and smiles.

"I'm glad that you came after her, though."

You look up at him, and smile. Suddenly, you hear crunching snow. Frisk and MK bump into your legs, and you look down. Frisk and MK are looking up at you, and Frisk starts to pull you towards the river. Frisk shows you a piece of ice, and the monster stranded on it. It's smiling, making snow angels on the patches of snow that existed on the ice. You laugh and shake your head, and hold Frisks' hand.

~The Next Day~

~MKs' POV~

Gosh, I still can't believe Frisk taught me sign language! Well, Frisk, (Y/N), and Sans. They're so cool! (But not as cool as Undyne, duh!) Frisk is coming over today, and I'm jumping around the sign again. I'm not sure why, but I can never stand still. I'm always running, jumping, tapping my feet, EVERYTHING!

Finally, I see Frisk. She's all alone again. I run towards her, only to fall on my face again. I've developed a tolerance to face pain from every time I fell on my face, so I don't feel a thing. I get back up, only to see Frisk standing above me.

"Hi!" I say. She smiles, and waves. "So, what game today? Hide N' Seek, Tag, Race—"

I'm cut off, though. Frisk covers up my mouth and puts a single finger to hers. We hide behind one of the trees to see (Y/N) running through the woods, freaked out.

"FRISK! FRISK!!!!!" she yells. We both laugh. I'm so glad to have Frisk as a friend. I mean, I thought for sure if I was to tell her that I liked her, she would hate my guts, but she doesn't. So, that's good. I take a long look at her.

We're both 12, around the age where she said we would be in 7th grade. I'm not sure what that means, but I'm willing to go with it if it makes Frisk happy. Mom and Dad say that this is when I start liking girls, but I wouldn't be sure. After all, almost no-one in Snowdin likes me because of my lack of arms, but she did.

She always made me feel happy, rather than how the girls that lived around me shunned and forced me away. She notices me staring at her, and shoves me playfully.

Doofus, she signs. At first, I think she said poopus, but then I realize she said Doofus. I smile, and so does she. All of a sudden, she kisses my cheek. My eyes widen, and my cheeks flush red. She giggles, and looks back at her sister, who is pretty much screaming at this point.

Shes' gonna rub her throat raw, Frisk signs. I sigh.

"Go ahead. I'll see you tomorrow?" I ask. She nods, and runs towards her sister. I see her hug her sister, and (Y/N) balling her eyes out on her shoulder. I look down, and walk back home.

~15 Minutes Later~

I'm home, finally. Mom and Dad are sitting at the dinner table, eating some mashed potatoes. Mom uses her tail to point to the seat next to her. She finishes chewing her food.

"Sit," she tells me. I obey, and sit next to her. "So, your Dad and I have been talking..." she starts. I groan.

"And agreed that Frisk could spend the night whenever she wants. We know that you two are good friends, and that it's been hard for you to make friends. We just thought it would be great for you two to be able to talk and play more."

"R-REALLY! OH, THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH!"

"Now, we have to set down some ground rules. So, 1) There will be at least 6 inches between her mattress and your bed, 2) She cannot stay more than two days in a row, and 3) Just, have fun, okay?"

"Of course Mom! I'll follow any rules, no matter what!"

She smiles at me. I'm so excited now! I can't believe Dad agreed to it, too. He usually doesn't let me do this kind of thing. He looks at me, his eyes glazed over again. I sigh. He always looked like this, always after coming home from Grillbys'.

Mom never let me talk to him while he was like this, and it was annoying, to say the least.

I head up to my room to draw. I start to draw a picture of Frisk. She always looked so happy, so I tried to capture that element, but my mind keeps wandering off to my Dad. He always looked so overly happy. It's really scary at this point. He comes home like this every. Single. Day. He always smells like beer, and it's gross. I try to take the thoughts away, and continue drawing Frisk.

In the end, I think it looks good. Not as good as (Y/N)s' drawing, but it was still good. I fold up the paper, and write Frisks' name on the front. I look out the window, and I see Papyrus and Sans making snow skeletons. Well, more like Papyrus making a snow skeleton, and Sans making a lump of snow. I throw a blue marker at him, and he picks it up. He gives me a thumbs up, and writes his name on the pile of snow.

I smile at him, and walk over to my bed. I think of how much fun it would be for Frisk to spend the night. I flop onto my bed and let the happy thoughts close me in, and fall asleep.