>> Frisk: Prepare for event

[Sans]

“Nigga nigga, um….
Bitch, get in the truck.
Dick dick, ass ass,
Fuckity fuck fuck.”

Frisk put her crayon down, taking a moment to observe her turtle drawing. It was a turtle with a long neck that was wearing a top hat while doing what she called “the worm.” Basically, its arms were wiggling all over the place while spouting out so many curse words that it would offend every soccer mom that even so much as glanced at it.

So, basically, Finn would love it to death! If she was correct in guessing what his likes were, then he would definitely feel happy after looking at it!

As for the constant swearing on her part? She had been trying to come up with her own rap song after listening to several other ones made by professionals. She was feeling awfully proud of her first verse! Maybe she would be able to show Finn her skill one day.

She began giggling, the thought of Finn’s reaction to her suddenly bursting out into a rap about butts and fucking running through her mind. Ahmed was right! All she had to do was tap into his unique sense of humor! Though she wasn’t sure about the turtle… she wasn’t a very good drawer...

That’s when she remembered Osburb. It had just finished installing, with some sort of browser open and waiting for a “client.” All ready to play..

She looked towards the open PesterChum message board for avidProcrastinater, seeing that some time had passed since she had talked to him. She placed her hands on the keyboard, remaining still for a few moments before slowly typing a message.

[spoiler] -- freskAbenet [FA] began pestering avidProcrastinater [AP] at 16:24 --

FA: Hey... Ahmed...
FA: Yeah... I...
FA: Drew a picture for, um... Finn..
FA: I think he'll, um... like it..
FA: I mean... it's just...
FA: I'm not sure... if he will..
FA: What if... I'm wrong? What if he doesn't like turtles?
FA: I...
FA: I dunno...
FA: ..... o...
FA: Okay... I...
FA: I trust you... Ahmed…
FA: I'll show it to him when I...
FA: do it...
FA: Ummm... do you...
FA: Happen to have um....
FA: OSburb installed...?
FA: Yeah, I...
FA: Have it installed..
[/spoiler]

The little girl silently moved the Pesterchum message board to the side of the screen, staring at the OSburb browser. Aside from the messages of code occasionally laid out on the screen, there was a command near the bottom that read as follows:

To connect with the client, press [ENTER]

She pressed ENTER.

Almost immediately, the black, code-ridden screen was replaced with a loading screen. Several unusual, green images popped out, alternating at a rapid rate as music began to play from her laptop and a loading screen filled up. Frisk, however, did not notice this, as she had begun talking to Ahmed again.

[spoiler]FA: Okay....
FA: I, um....
FA: I... did something...
FA: Am I.. connected...
FA: Are we...
FA: Playing..?
[/spoiler]
Moving the board out of the way again, she looked at the game window. The loading screen was just about to finish.

[spoiler]
FA: I'm.... I'm....
FA: I'm loading...
[/spoiler]

When it did, the screen went white, and stayed that way for a while. As the glow dissipated, however, she saw something completely unexpected.

In the middle of the game window, sitting down and typing away on a laptop, was a black-haired teenager. He wore a blue shirt and light brown pants; they looked like something you would see in a pharmacy. He was also wearing some type of glasses. Was… was this Ahmed?

If so, he… looked really handsome.

She took a few seconds to look around his room, seeing several noteworthy aspects about it. Firstly, there were some kind of colored crystal-like objects next to Ahmed, stacked in a pile. Next to that was what looked like an orange feather alongside other magical reagents. Close by was a TV, several shelves, a game console of some description, and a traditional bed. It looked like such a nice place to live…

[spoiler]
FA: ......
FA: Woah.....
FA: Umm... Ahmed?
FA: What are, um...
FA: Those shiny things on your desk?
FA: If, um...
FA: You don't mind me, um...
FA: You, um... live in a nice looking place, Ahmed...
FA: Yeah... it looks very nice…
[/spoiler]

It was astonishing just how much she’d rather be locked inside a place like Ahmed’s house instead of residing in a cave after spending some months inside one. At least with that place, you had stuff to do to take your mind off things… and there was a lot she didn’t want to think about.

She glanced up towards the top of the game window, seeing some kind of user interface ala The Sims. There were several buttons called “Move,” “Revise,” “Deploy,” “Phernillia Registry,” “Grist Cache,” “Atheneum,” and “Alchemize.” Next to those were small arrows and an even smaller button with a magnifying glass in the middle. The entire thing had decided to dump her into the game without even so much as a tutorial as to what to do! She would’ve asked Ahmed how to play, but the game was brand new! No one knew how to play it.

She supposed it would be a good time to start learning then...

[spoiler]
FA: I, um...
FA: guess I should, um...
FA: Actually, you know...
FA: Start playing the game…
[/spoiler]

Without much of a clue in terms of direction, she decided it was best to figure out what exactly the “Move” option does. Clicking it, she found her cursor immediately changed into a lying down house, with the rooftop pointed like an arrow. Moving it around, she clicked on one of the crystals lying on Ahmed’s table before lifting it up. Her eyes steadily widened, though not the point where her eye color was visible, as she realized what she was doing.

Acting on pure instinct, she let go of the mouse button, dropping the crystal onto the ground. She brought both of her hands to her mouth, muffling a cry. She then very quickly typed out a message to Ahmed.

[spoiler]
FA: I... I'm sorry I...
FA: I grabbed your crystal and...
FA: Dropped it...
FA: I'm sorry, I'm.... I'm sorry...
[/spoiler]

She let out a sigh of relief. She didn’t want to know how he would have reacted if she had broken one of his crystals. And he wanted to give one to her! She hoped it was her favorite color: Pink!

[spoiler]
FA: Oh... thank you... that sounds...
FA: Really sweet... thank you..
[/spoiler]

She moved the cursor away from the crystals on the desk, brushing past Ahmed along the way. She then paused, smiling mischievously before proceeding to click on the raven-haired teen. His response could not have been any better.

[spoiler]
FA: Heeheeheehee!
[/spoiler]

She burst out into laughter, rapidly clicking on the poor guy. It was at that point did another thought pop into her mind, and she felt her chest hurt from laughing so much as she typed out another response.

[spoiler]
FA: I... guess I'm being a little...
FA: Frisky?
FA: Okay, I'll stop…
[/spoiler]

She moved the cursor away from Ahmed, still trying to recover from a fit of the giggles. She hadn’t laughed that hard in a LOOOONNNNG time; she really needed that.

[spoiler]
FA: Hehehehehe... that was fun!
FA: Okay.
[/spoiler]

He’s ticklish! she thought, hoping that she would be able to meet him at some point. She was so going to find out his most ticklish spot!

Ahmed quickly asked her whether or not there was anything else she could do, and she instantly glanced over to “Revise.” She could try that.

[spoiler]
FA: Well...
FA: There's this thing called, um…
FA: Revise...
FA: Okay…
[/spoiler]

She clicked the “Revise” button, the cursor changing to fit it. She tried to be extra careful not to do anything to his stuff, moving the cursor away from them. She then clicked on a random wall.

The formation of another room instantly made her regret choosing that option as the next to fool around with.

[spoiler]
FA: I... I...
FA: I made another, um....
FA: A room?
[/spoiler]

Shaking, she quickly began pressing almost every button she could think of on the keyboard in an attempt to undo her revision. No dice. Feeling sick to her stomach, she proceeded to apologize to Ahmed.

[spoiler]
FA: Um…
FA: I didn't mean to do that!
FA: I... I..
FA: I couldn't find an... undo...
FA: I'm sorry, I'm...
FA: I'm so sorry...
FA: I didn't mean to ruin your home!
[/spoiler]

She glanced back to the Pesterchum, having decided to fill up the room she had made in a vain attempt to make it look presentable. She had chosen an object called a “Cruxtruder,” which looked like a cannon plastered on top of the base of a statue, and had placed it in the middle of said room.

[spoiler]
FA: Yeah, but...
FA: I put a thingy in it..
FA: Okay…

FA: The, um....
FA: Phernalia Registry...
FA: Says it's a, um...
FA: Cruxtruder.
FA: The thingy is a, um...
FA: Cruxtruder.
FA: I.... I don't know...
FA: What, um... do you see on it?
FA: Maybe... open the lid?
[/spoiler]

She moved her cursor towards the Cruxtruder, taking a moment to change it to something else so she didn’t create another room. She rapidly clicked on it, the machine turning red each time.

[spoiler]
FA: I can't open it....
FA: I'm sorry, I...
FA: I... didn't know we couldn't open it...
FA: A rock?
FA: Oh... okay...
[/spoiler]

As much as she hated living in a cave, it did have at least one advantage: there were rocks everywhere. From tiny to medium sized, she could walk around in it and find any she wanted. Sadly, though, most modern houses did not have that. Not like it was always needed, though. After all, the rock thing was a situational advantage at best.

Because of that, though, she didn’t know what else to use to help him open the machine. She looked around the room, glancing at the magic crystals for a few moments.

Wait a minute…

[spoiler]
FA: Wait, um… Ahmed?
FA: Um... you use magic... right?
FA: I mean... I don't want to...
FA: Make you hurt yourself doing this...
FA: You don't have to... if you don't want to..
FA: Okay...
[/spoiler]

She watched as Ahmed raised his wand, most likely chanting some type of spell word, before magical energy appeared to shoot out from its tip and towards the machine. Before she could react, however, she saw him fly backwards and into the wall as a bright flash filled her screen.

She didn’t care about that, though. She was too busy frantically messaging Ahmed, trying to make sure she hadn’t-

Please, oh please oh please tell me I didn’t kill him..

[spoiler]
FA: AHMED!
FA: ARE YOU HURT! PLEASE TELL ME YOU AREN'T HURT!
FA: You... you.. you...
FA: You flew into the wall...
FA: And...
FA: It looked like you... you were..
FA: Oh.. okay..
FA: No more magic, though... please?
[/spoiler]

She breathed a sigh of relief, the pounding in her chest slowly ceasing as she brought up the game window. Above the machine, where the cap had stood, was some sort of glitching, electricity orb thing that was flashing all sorts of colors.

[spoiler]
FA: I... I dunno...
FA: Ummm…
FA: A magical... thingy?
FA: I.... don't know...
FA: Ummm.. the wheel?
[/spoiler]

She watched as Ahmed turned the wheel on the tube, the blue, crystal-like cylinder bringing forth some unpleasant thoughts in her mind. She stuck her tongue out in disgust; she probably had been listening to too many rap songs.

[spoiler]
FA: Ummm...
FA: I don't... know?
FA: I.... I really don't know.... either..
FA: Maybe... it needs another one of these, um... thingys?
[/spoiler]

After taking a moment to brain bleach herself, she had opened up the Registry in an attempt to find something else that could help them. She had found two other such machines, the “Totem Lathe,” and the “Alchemitzer.” She had then placed the Lathe within Ahmed’s room.

[spoiler]
FA: .... yeah...
FA: I saw... more than these two... in the, um...
FA: Registery...
FA: What smaller thingy?
FA: Oh.. the, um.... blue, um... thingy?
FA: Oh.. um...
FA: Maybe... check the, um...
FA: Totem... Lathe?
FA: Oh...
FA: You mean...
FA: There's nothing... you haven't pressed or...
FA: or anything like that?
AP: Yeah.
FA: Maybe...
FA: Use this?
[/spoiler]

She pressed the “Pre-Punched Card” button, deploying it near Ahmed’s feet.

[spoiler]
FA: Oh!
FA: Ummm...
FA: Maybe try... stuffing it back into the... Cruxtruder tube thing?
[/spoiler]

She watched as Ahmed went back over to the Cruxtruder, sliding the wavy shaped, crystal cylinder back into the tube. She groaned as it was spat back out.

That’s when she noticed the orb had been following Ahmed around the whole time. She guessed it was important in some way.

[spoiler]
FA: Oh…
FA: Hey, um... Ahmed..?
FA: What should we... do with the orb?
FA: Do... we need to repair it...?
FA: Like....
FA: Maybe... give it something?
FA: What's an energy generation matrix...?
FA: So... it needs... electricity?
FA: Elec...tricity...
FA: Maybe this?
[/spoiler]

She moved her cursor towards the game console near the TV, picking it up. However, it didn’t take long for her to realize that she should’ve asked him to do it first, as his immediate reaction was one of fear. Instinctively, she dropped the console on the ground.

[spoiler]
FA: Sorry! Sorry!!
FA: I'm so so so so sorry Ahmed...
FA: I didn't... I didn't think...
FA: I'm sorry...
FA: I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... almost break your stuff...
FA: Oh... okay…
[/spoiler]

Third time’s the charm? She cautiously, so cautiously that there was no possible chance she could screw up, moved her cursor to the desk. She slowly attempted to open the desk drawers.

Instead, she just picked up the desk. Panicking, she shook it around, letting go of the mouse and sending several items flying off of it. One of these items was the feather, which floated towards the orb.

She brought her hands to her face, her cheeks blushed as red as could be. Why was she so terrible with something as simple as moving objects?! All she was doing was tearing his room apart!

[spoiler]
FA: I'M SO SORRY! I DIDN'T MEAN TO DO THAT!
[/spoiler]

She glanced towards the orb, which, true to Ahmed’s words, had a bird head within its circular frame. It still did not provide any answers as to what it was or what they were supposed to be doing.

[spoiler]
FA: I...
FA: I don't even know....
FA: This game is weird...
FA: Maybe... it...
FA: Fixed it?
[/spoiler]

Frisk was tempted to ask him why he wanted her to do anything related to using her cursor to manipulate his environment in any significant way, but she ultimately did what he asked her to after only a moment’s hesitation. After all, that’s what friends were for, right?  

Without a clue as to what to do, she clicked on the bird-head orb, which reacted by making really loud noises. She clicked on it some more, seemingly only making the situation worse.

[spoiler]
FA: I can't make it stop!
[/spoiler]

Thankfully, Ahmed was on top of things himself despite her nearly braining him a minute or so earlier, as he very quickly used some type of spell to quiet the orb. She tensed up as she watched him accomplish this stunt.

[spoiler]
FA: Was that.. a no noise spell?
FA: Please... tell me it was just a no noise spell...
[/spoiler]

While Ahmed was celebrating, Frisk had taken to the Phernillia Registry, having remembered the Alchemitzer. Noticing the room was too small to house the giant platform with a pedestal, she quickly made more room with the “Revise” option before dropping the platform in the middle of the new room she had made.

[spoiler]
FA: I'm....
FA: Yeah.... the, um...
FA: Alchemiter..
FA: Okay...
[/spoiler]

The platform’s pedestal contained some type of robot arm with an odd-looking device on it. As Ahmed placed the curvy cylinder on the pedestal, however, it became obvious what it was meant for. The robot arm retracted outwards, the device pointed straight at the crystal before shooting a laser beam at it, as if scanning it. Soon afterwards, a teal crystalline coat rack appeared on the platform before spawning a top hat on the ground.

[spoiler]
FA: No! I swear, I'm not doing any of this!
FA: I'm trying to help you, I swear!
FA: I... I didn't know this.... it would do that..
FA: Um....
FA: Wear.... it?
[/spoiler]

Seemingly taking her advice, she watched as Ahmed took the top hat and placed it on his head. With the glasses, black hair, and “pharmacy clerk” look to him, he looked oddly snazzy in it.

[spoiler]
FA: You look.... really, um....
FA: What's the word…
FA: Really, um... cool, Ahmed...
FA: Yeah…
[/spoiler]

She chuckled, observing Ahmed in his top hat for a little while. Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of something she hadn’t noticed before: on what remained of the Cruxtruder was a single black bar with red numbers, slowly counting down.

[spoiler]
FA: By the way, um... Ahmed?
FA: Ummmm...
FA: I, um... don't know..
FA: What the numbers are for...
FA: The cruxtruder.
FA: Um....
FA: Oh... oh no... I'm so sorry I...
FA: I forgot about it....
FA: I'm trying! I really am!
FA: But this is so confusing...
FA: And I just...
FA: Don't know what to do...
FA: There's nothing....
FA: I don't know how to stop it...
FA: That's a bomb?
FA: Oh no... oh no oh no oh no no no
[/spoiler]

Any semblance of calm she might have had previously had vanished with those two statements. She desperately typed out a reply as fast as she could, her heart beating faster than it ever had before. If it was a bomb, and she had placed it in there and if he didn’t escape..

No… no please no no no no nO NO NO NO NO!

[spoiler]
FA: I can't stop it!!
FA: You have to run!
[/spoiler]

Just before he could reach the door, however, Ahmed apparently tripped over something. Just as the countdown began to end, however, he punched the hat, seemingly breaking it before a bright light illuminated her screen.

Just as suddenly, however, came these words:

You have been disconnected from the client. Please reconnect.

What? she thought, staring at the screen for a while. Whatever had happened in the game, it had knocked out her internet completely. She pressed several buttons on her keyboard, trying her best to figure out how to bring it back.

Before she could, however, she was suddenly blasted off of her chair by a large, booming explosion outside her cave.

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