A drop here, a drop there (a one-shots/snippet book)

drabble dump (when bored and didn't feel like writing proper stories)

"So...I guess I'll be with you then?" The boy asked.

Percy snorted and let out a growling purr in agreement.

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One moonless night, in one of the houses that looks similar to each and every other house in the neighborhood, inside a cupboard under the stairs, a small boy curled up in the dark. Thin shoulders shook as he pulled thinner blankets over them. It was winter, and his threadbare old clothes, castaways of his fat cousin, and his ratty old blanket weren't enough to keep him warm.

Weakly, he tried to get up. Maybe he can look for other old sweaters and wear them in layers. Maybe it will be enough to keep the cold away. But a sharp pain in his stomach had him collapsing back on the bed with a quiet gasp. Swallowing any sound of pain, he curled up tighter and felt tears start to sting his eyes.

He was so so hungry. He didn't know how long he had been here. The child was only permitted to get out in the morning and night to go to the bathroom, and he no longer remembered how long it has been that way.

Has it been a week since he accidentally pushed Dudley to a tree? Three weeks? A month? Dudley and his friends had been punching him, and he was only trying to defend himself when he pushed Dudley back. He didn't know a rock was there! His cousin wasn't even injured, just hurt, surely his relatives won't keep him here forever for that, right?

A whimper escaped him at the thought, and he quickly held his breath. After a minute of nothing from upstairs, he let it out slowly. He again tried to get up, but he can barely move his arms, so weak was he. So hungry, so cold, so tired...maybe if he slept for a bit, he'll wake up in the morning. Maybe he'll be given a bit of food before he is shoved back in the cupboard. Maybe he'll be let out tomorrow. Maybe...maybe...

...

Thirty seconds passed. A minute. Two. Three minutes. Five...

Then the previously lifeless body of the six year old child stirred. Limbs filled with strength that wasn't present before, the child carefully pushed himself up and looked around. With glowing eyes the color of the killing curse, Harry Potter, Boy Who Lived, Man Who Vanquished, and Master of Death, grinned.

"I'm back, bitches."

...Then he frowned because the curse word in his innocent-sounding child's voice sounded so weird.

Merlin, he can't wait to be an adult again.

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Frisk was practically skipping in happiness as they and Asgore walked back to Toriel's home. Today was a good day, they helped Dad take care of his flowers, they drank tea, and they trained/played with Undyne and Papyrus when they visited the King. It's only now that Mom softened enough to let them visit Asgore, but hopefully, next weekend, Frisk can spend their time there again.

Frisk knocked on the door while Asgore stopped a ways behind them on the front yard. It opened in a few seconds to reveal Toriel wearing a yellow apron and a smile on her face, which brightened even more when she saw the child.

"Mom!" Frisk cried out happily before she can say anything and gave her a big hug, which the boss monster reciprocated.

"Frisk, it's so nice to see you're well. Did you enjoy yourself?" She asked as she put her paws on Frisk's cheeks and observed them for any injury or sign of distress.

But Frisk was in perfect health and replied, "Yep! I had fun today!"

"That is good." Toriel said, then she raised her head to look at the silent Asgore. Her face that was filled with warmth a second ago chilled and hardened as she regarded the former King. "Asgore."

He inclined his head in greeting, his voice quiet and subdued. "Toriel."

"Thank you for bringing my child home."

Asgore gave a sad smile that strained to look happy (and failed), but his reply was completely heartfelt. "Anytime."

Toriel hmphed and Asgore turned around to start the walk to his home. It would've continued that way, but Frisk was staring up at her with a sad pleading face. She weathered for a scant few seconds, but then she sighed.

"Asgore."

The King, who was now in the sidewalk, jumped and turned around. "Y-yes, Toriel?"

"Would you like to join us for dinner?" Despite her misgivings, Toriel was happy to see Frisk beam at her words.

Asgore brightened, looking at her with wide hopeful eyes. "Ah, y-yes, of course." He stuttered.

Toriel turned around and strode inside without a word, leaving Frisk to welcome her ex-husband inside their home. Frisk did so cheerfully, they can't believe their mom let them invite Asgore home! Someday, hopefully, they make up and they'll be one complete and happy family.

The delicious scent of butterscotch pie and other foods wafted through the air from the kitchen, and both human and monster felt their mouth water. Asgore sighed, a nostalgic smile on his face.

"It has been a long time since I had one of Tori's cooking."

Frisk looked up at the boss monster quietly for a few seconds, before holding his hand and giving him a sad smile. Asgore chuckled, cheered up a bit. "But at least I'm finally tasting it again, right, child?"

The human nodded and hummed, before pulling the boss monster over to the kitchen.