***Because I felt like it. Don't judge me. I swear I'm working on the Fanfic and the other shots.***

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School in Five Simple Texts.

Lost: Hey, does anyone have the answers for last night's precal hw? I'd make an excuse as to why I didn't do it, but I don't have one.

Fell: Nope. I didn't do it.

Bent: Shit, there was hw!!??

Lost: ...

Lost: Fuck.

Would You Smooch A Ghost?

"But, ummm, hopefully we won't run into him." Alphys says, referring to Mettaton, the acclaimed 'Human Hunting Robot.'

"Well, that would be bad, wouldn't it?" I, Chara, remark, just as the the music cuts out.

"Goddammit! You jinxed us." Frisk half sighs, half hisses at me, hearing the several thumps coming from the walls.

"Oh no." Alohys says, looking scared.

"OHHH YESSSS!" And so be it, the large glorified microwave comes busting down the wall in the pitch black like the freaking Koolaid man, scaring the crap out of poor Frisk and Alphys. A single light above him illuminates him. "Welcome, Beauties, to today's Quiz Show."

Strobe lights appear around us, illuminating the place in colorful light.

"How the....." Frisk is stunned, the lights circling the both of us.

"I say, we ditch 'em." I input my opinion immediately, looking at Frisk.

"Aw, don't be a spoilsport. That would be rude!"

"He's going to try and kill you, Frisk!"

"Hey, don't jump to conclusions. Assuming makes an 'Ass' out of 'U' and 'Me.'" He says, making me sigh loudly.

"Oh boy! I can already tell this is going to be a great show!" MTT enthuses. "Everyone, give a hand for our wonderful contestant!"

Electronic clapping surrounds us.

"Never played before, gorgeous? No problem! There's only one rule. Answer correctly... or you die!!!"

Frisk's SOUL appears on his chest, right as I practically shriek, "I TOLD YOU SO!"

"Alright, maybe you were right..." Frisk mutters as his options appear for *ACT. He chooses *CHECK, and I respond with the utmost sarcasm.

"*Mettaton. 10 ATK 999 DEF. His metal body renders him invulnerable to attack." I say, glaring at Frisk.

"Oh....." Frisk says, realizing he made a mistake.

"Let's start with an easy one, shall we?" MTT says brightly. "What's the prize for answering correctly?"

The options are:

A. Money

B. Mercy

C. New Car

D. More Questions

"Try B." I suggest, but instead Frisk chooses D. I'm about to yell at him until I see he got it right. "Whaaa-"

"Alphys is giving us the answers." He whispers, pointing at her.

"Ohhhhh. Well, continue, I guess." I shrug, watching. It's nice not having to do everything, for once.

It all goes well until it gets to a certain question. then it just goes weird.

"Would you smooch a ghost?" MTT asks, chuckling.

Alphys behind him just has that 'Are you kidding me' look on her face.

"What kind of question is this!" I ask, practically outraged. "All the answers are the same and- Frisk what are you doing?"

Frisk is grinning mischievously at me.

"Don't even THINK about it-!" I shriek, but I'm interrupted by an enthusiastic Frisk saying, "HECK YEAH!"

Hold on, did he just flirt with a spirit?

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Cuddlebug

"Frisk, I want huuugs.." Chara whines, much to the exasperation of Frisk.

"I need to finish this assignment- Hey!" Frisk's statement quickly turns indignant, as she has just taken the textbook he was looking at away from him and dropped it in a random portal.

"Now can I have a hug?"

"NO! Give that back!"