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Crafting Sessions in the Afternoon were always the most boring thing to do for the little group at the daycare. Most of them wanted to run around outside and play together, but Ms Toriel had ordered at least two Crafting Sessions per week.
It was already late Afternoon, nearly every kid was gone. Except for Frisk, Mettaton, their (slightly) older sister Chara and the Owner Couples's Son Asriel.
So Frisk and Mettaton were busy crafting bracelets alone. A fun task to Mettaton, as he claimed to fashion up his outfits.
Frisk liked to listen his talks. Talks about how he wanted his own reality show, his dreams about being an actor and living just the rich life.
However it got soon boring for their playmate, as Frisk was definitely not one of the most talkative persons to be around.
They only spoke when there was a total necessicity. So the both were sitting bored and alone in the Playroom. Colourful pearls were sitting in several small containers infront of them.
„Say Frisk, what would you think would happen if I were to stick a pearl in my nose?“, Mettaton raised his voice and looked to his neighbour.
Frisk widened their eyes and shrugged. „I don't know, Mettaton. Don't try it!“
Of course, their neighbour did not listen and shoved a pink pearl in the left hole of his nose.
Frisk looked at him, horrified. „How are you going to get this out?“
Mettaton tried to breathe through his nose, realizing the pearl was sucked in even more. He now panicked.
„Why didn't you stop me?! Do you want to kill a star like me?!“, he yelled.
Toriel came rushing into the room. „Mettaton, Frisk, my children. What has happened? Did you both get hurt?“
„Frisk stuck a pearl in my nose, that was so not cool!“, Mettaton exclaimed, nearly crying.
The Brunette looked shocked at the Robot-Boy, quickly getting up and rushing out of the room.
Frisk quickly made their way to the playhouse and his behind the toy-oven.
Two pairs of eyes were locked on them.
Chara and Asriel.
„Uhm, Frisk...?“, Asriel began, „What happened? You are trembling!“
„Yes, tell us. Did Mettaton scare you again? You need to grow some courage, seriously.“, Chara joined in.
„W-Well, Mettaton asked me, what would happen, if he were to stuck a pearl up his nose. I-I didn't do anything!“, they trembled, „Yet he blamed it on me!“
Chara laughed. „You both are such fools! Seriously!“
Needless to say, Frisk did not participate in the Crafting Sessions ever again, or at least payed attention, that they weren't alone with Mettaton.