(Requested by @ElementaleAuCreator )

Warning: Short, fluffy chapter ahead

"Bro, I think it's time for you to be hittin' the hay." Fresh says, picking up the tiny satyr. The little girl giggles and snuggles herself into the crook of his neck, her horns hitting Fresh in the face by accident. All the neon colored skeleton could do was chuckle.

"Hey, little dudette; do ya wanna come take a nap? You're lookin' real sleepy." The little one just nods and snuggles closer to the warm body holding her. "Alright, my mini broseph." The neon colored skeleton then took her up to her bedroom. His home now being more baby proof so that she wouldn't get hurt while making her way around. Fresh, though seen as the worst care taker (besides the evil Sanses), is actually really good at caring for little (Y/N). He always watches over her like a mother hen would her chicks. Most of the time, he's playing with her in Snowdin. Building snowmen, creating snow angels, and waging snowball fights were some of their favorite activities.

Finally entering her room, Fresh lays the drowsy satyr child in the multicolored bed he now calls her's. (Y/N) snuggles her little head into the pillow as Fresh tucks her in. Crouching down to her level, Fresh places a soft 'kiss' to her head. "Have some radical dreams, my mini broseph." A large smile spreads across (Y/N)'s face as she slips into a deep sleep.

Sitting beside her, Fresh begins to comb his fingers through her hair and gently smiling at her. His pride shining through his usual goofy and twisted personality. He never expected himself to be taking care of a small child, much less a hybrid of sorts. After finding her shivering in the harsh cold of Snowdin forest, Fresh knew that his life would change as soon as he accepted the role of caretaker. "You're worth it all, little dudette."

"You're worth it all."

(I'm sorry is so short, but honestly I love the chapter just like this. Short and sweet fluff. No angst, just straight fluff. I hope you enjoyed! 💜🌺)