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Asriel hissed as he nicked himself with his sword. Chara scoffed, "How many times have I told you not to shave with that? You're going to cut off a finger one day."
Asriel glared, "Well, I don't want to end up looking like dad, now do I? I don't have anything to properly shave with since most monsters just wait until its long to cut it."
Chara summoned a knife and walked over to Asriel, "Hold still, you crybaby." They held Asriel's beard in one hand, and the knife with the other. They carefully cut where the white met blond, going slowly to make sure the knife didn't cut off skin or fur. They glanced up at his hair, "Want a haircut while I'm at it?"
Asriel grabbed his bangs in his fingers, "Is it that bad?"
Chara nodded, focusing on his beard, "It's pretty bad, the shaggy unstyled look isn't good on you. Let me at least cut a little."
Asriel sighed, relenting, "Fine, do it. But only a little, I still want to be able to do styles with it. Like a ponytail or something."
Chara finished with the beard and turned to look at Asriel, "Right, I'm thinking I'll leave your bangs alone, but cut your back short. That way you still have a short pony but longer bangs."
Asriel turned around, "Go for it, but watch the fur please." Chara was used to this, they did it to themself at least once a month. Keeping their hair short and around their face was essential. They remembered learning magic at an early age and being told their hair had to stay short of combat reasons. They don't remember who taught them, a parent, perhaps. But it didn't matter. Chara was glad they didn't have to maintain these kinds of knives. The ones they could summon from thin air needed no upkeep. However, the ones in the kitchen required a little more care.
They finished with cutting Asriel's hair and picked up a hair band, "And, there. What do you think?"
Asriel examined himself in the mirror, "I think I still look like dad. You cut off all the white."
"Well, the white was the long bit. Have you ever cut your hair? At all?" They probed.
Asriel rolled his eyes, "Yes, mom used to do it when it got in my eyes. Still, I've had the white since I was born, it's weird with it being so blond now. I know hair color changes but I still miss my white hair."
Chara nudged Asriel's stomach, "Talking like that you'll end up back there sooner than later."
Asriel snickered and shoved Chara, "Alright asshole."
Frisk was curled up on the couch playing a game on their new console while Fuku scrolled on her phone. Grillby and Fuku were over since it was Sunday which meant the day he closed up the shop. Sans finally left his room wearing one of his few nice outfits. He and Grillby were going somewhere today. Frisk and Fuku exchanged a glance, "Are you two going on a date."
Both of them blushed but Sans answered, "No, we're just going to hang out without kids. Adults do that sometimes."
Fuku glanced Sans and Grillby up and down, "You two look awfully fancy for 'not a date'."
Grillby stretched, 'We're going to a nice restaurant, since I have a friend who works there. Ready Sans?'
Sans nodded, taking his hand, "Yep. Bye kids. Papyrus will be back after training. Be good, don't burn the house down. Frisk, don't make me put the sign of what is and isn't microwavable back up."
Frisk groaned, "That was one time, dad!" He and Grillby left, leaving Frisk and Fuku home alone.
Fuku looked over at Frisk, "What do you wanna do?"
Frisk saved the game and quit, "Follow me." They brought Fuku upstairs and pulled out the corkboard they'd been making.
"What is this?" Fuku asked as she sat on their bed.
Frisk gestured at it, "The murders that have been happening lately. I've been putting things all together about it. Dad and Uncle Pap don't know I'm still working on it. They told me to stop but I'm too invested. Someone is using a surface weapon to kill, that's about all I know. That and I did some research. All the victims have been outspoken against Asgore. Someone is putting them down, maybe at his request."
Fuku stared, her eyes raked over each paper, "Frisk…this is insane. Does Ms. Undyne know you did all this? Don't get me wrong, I don't mean insane in a bad way, but this is…so much. I think you know as much as the high levels of the guard at this point. Can I help at all?"
Frisk nodded, "I want to take all this evidence to Asgore, directly to him. I need a map of the underground, especially of places like Hotland and most of New Home. I'll also need our dads distracted when I end up doing this. I need more evidence so I'm gonna wait a month, I think."
"Sounds like a plan, but are you sure you can pull this off" Fuku looked tentatively. Frisk heard the front door and quickly shoved the corkboard back by the wall. They sat down on their bed next to Fuku and started talking about whatever.
Papyrus poked his head in, "Hey, I'm home. How's everything going?"
Fuku looked over at him, "Good. Frisk and I were just talking about this new show almost everyone's been obsessed with."
Frisk nodded, smiling an innocent smile, "That's all, Uncle Pap."
Toriel tugged the hood further over her head. She lobbed a fireball at the camera in the elevator before boarding. She purchased some food from a nearby stand and then kept walking toward River's boat. She paid them and, once they'd arrived in Snowdin, got off. She held the bag of food close to her and knocked on the Ruins' door.
Asriel poked his head out, "Mom, hey. Come in."
Chara was in the kitchen, "Az! Who's there?!"
Toriel took off her hood and called back, "It's me, my child! Hello Chara!"
Chara set the dish they were washing aside on the counter and headed out to the living room, "Hey mama. What brings you here?"
Toriel hugged Chara tightly but gently, "Nothing much, just thought I'd visit."
Asriel noticed the lack of the ring on Toriel's finger, "Are you finally divorcing dad?"
Toriel sighed, "No, my child, I am not. My hope, is that I can still guide him down the right path. Though that is looking less likely every day."
Asriel grabbed her hand, "Mom, you gotta at some point. He's not good for you. I know you want him to choose the good option but that's not a possibility anymore."