Story Clip/Test Story Attempt

The forest was in an interesting state of calm, not quiet as the assorted smaller bugs and creatures still chirped and chittered in the evening light. Yet the bigger predators were staying eerily calm and inactive. Anything larger had quietly made their way out of the area for now. The alien metallic smell of Cybertronian armor strange enough to drive primal things away for now. It would normally took a few metacycles (a few local decades) before wildlife calmed down around his people. Thankfully one or two local species got used to his kind faster, like the humans.

The big, older mecha chuckled to himself as he looked down at the two smaller beings in his lap.The bright blue and silver of the minicon, as well as the warm green shads colors of the girl’s cloths stood out against the rusty-golden paint on his frame. The mech lifted one hand slowly, cupped and ready to catch or nudge the play-wrestling pair back onto the top of his left leg if they moved too far. His minicon partner would be just fine falling off, but he was worried about the organic youth falling off, or getting stuck under Squeaks. Even as light as a Minicon was, he would be very heavy compared to the girl for a long time yet.

Canopy was, of course, no help what so ever to either of the two other wise. Not feeling the need to pick a ‘side’ of the youths play fighting. He was getting far more amusement watching them, though his energy field was flooded for warm affection for the two. Maybe giving extra reassurance to the girl, a noticeably pride to Squeaks for not being rough or pushing it too far.

Primus, when had he before a sire?

A startled chitter-meep came from Squeaks as his tickle-attack was countered by a hug-attacked.

The rusty golden mech shook his head bemused. That was right, when he found the youngish minicon on an abandoned colony. Then again when he just could not stand to leave the organic sparkling to the Decepticon hunting party a few months ago. Canopy consider the smaller of his friends. She was newly in his charge, though by the mech’s own choice.

So far he had not regretted it. Even if Isabella needing more care more often, as one had to do with young things. 

A life saved was a life saved after all.

Thank You for Helping, story clip chapter 2

He grinned, looking around before spotting a green plastic jar with dry pellets. Sideswipe tucked his toy car in under some of the red armor plating before reaching out to pill the green container closer. He examined it closely and shifted into the woman’s line of sight, chirping in a questioning way.

Tallen leaned to her left a little, arching an eyebrow as she watched her turtles freaking out at the sight of their food. “You can feed them, just one small handful of yours okay? Can you reach?”

 Sideswipe huffed, of course he could! He set the container down and climbed up onto the sturdy oak coffee table the turtle tank was on. The tiny two foot mecha wavered in balanced before shifting and braced one foot on the second coffee table half behind him. This new vantage point however, not only let Sideswipe peer into not only the turtle tank but also another angle to look at the loose transformers. At the still exited splashing, Sideswipe looked down before picking up the plastic jar to more splashes. Unscrewing the lid was not that hard, and after getting a small handful and reached down into the tank.

A few pebbles fell off, but the two bigger of the map turtles pushed their way to inspect the black fingers and the food. The turtle with near compete yellow markings of yellow around the light colored eyes, shenipped at the small mecha’s fingers. The small beak did not hurt him, and managed to push the digits to get some more pellets to fall down. The two ducked as a few landed on their heads before Sideswipe dropped the food in and reached to touch a shell, only to have the turtle scuttling away and splashing as Tallen came over.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11246661/chapters/26245491

Arch Your Wings [AU] 02

The lanky teenager wasn't sure what he felt more, paranoid anxiety that those...metal titans weren't every single car that passed him, or the parked ones he passed. There was some pride, that he had gotten himself and the Raphael kid to safety, even though it hurt more then he let on to his mom... Guilt worked through his frame, throbbing in his heart at the thought of his mom. Jack had wanted to spill everything, what really happened, not the same story he had come up with on the spot facing Raphael's mother as to why he was escorting the boy home. It hadn't been an outright lie, yet not the whole truth. The young man pushed his hand through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. Looking around again on his way back to school, he only had one class after lunch, an early day. His wings shifted in the harness he got, a lone from his 'Aunt Margaret' to help against the still random cramps left over from the 'adventures' of yesterday. It was a good thing the children's hospital wasn't far from the teen’s school. Jack knew the reason as some of the things were shared with the hospital, like the pool and gym. "Hey you limp chicken!" A young male voice yelled from a passing car, and without looking up or over to know who it was Jack lifted a hand to flip the jerks off. Excluding that he didn't react to the other insulting slurs, though he did smirk as the gym teacher heard and bellowed at Vince and his croonie-wannabees. Jack walked through the open front doors, wincing as his left wing caught and banged against the frame. Reaching out he pulled it back into place and tightened the harness a bit more. "Are you okay?" A slightly accented voice asked, pulling the teens attention away to see a shorter girl wincing and holding her own wings tighter to her in response to seeing the small tremors under a blue-grey feathers. The teacher she had been talking with paused and noticed too. "Yeah I'm fine," Jack assured both, blinking only a moment at the girl's brightly dyed hair. He had seen far more interesting things working in retail the last few years, and smiled. Easily sliding the retail-mask on as he hitched his own wings back into place. "Are you sure Jack?" the English teacher asked, the blond woman looked worried, "You didn't have a harness in this morning's class." "I really am," Jack promised, holding his hands up, his bag dangling from his right wrist, "Just some muscle strain from a bad flight yesterday...and rolling over off the bed onto one last night." The girl winced, her own shorter wings twitching at the thought and possible memory of doing the same at one point or another, "Ooo... ow man." "Do you need to see the school nurse?" The older woman asked, placing a hand on the girl's shoulder. Jack gave a small salute, "Nah, mom's friend checked me out at lunch when I brought her food. I'm good Miss Jade. Plus I'm going home after school, not work." "Alright, be careful then Jack," Miss Jade said after the boy as he left to his locker, then glanced down, "Come on Miko, let’s get you that book." "Cool...who was that Miss Jade?" the girl, Miko was heard asking as the older teen tried to be a little more graceful on his way down the hall. Well, that had been embarrassing. Jack rubbed the bridge of his nose, still faintly hearing Vince's whining voice and the thunder rumbling of the gym teacher. That at least still made the teen smile a bit as he headed early to his last class of the day, glancing out of each window to look at the semi distant cars. Jack got a chance to talk to his teacher about an upcoming report, and took a seat at the back so he wouldn't block anyone's view of the protector. Jack got to barrow a geology book for the weekend after class, unable to resist thumbing through it before a small, brown haired and winged form ran into Jack outside. "Whoa!" Jack jerked the book up in reflex, eyes widening as his wings strained at the harness, one side giving as it was designed so the gray appendage could fling out and catch his balance as the other wing slipped out as well. "Sorry!" A young male voice Jack knew cried, flinching but the older teen caught himself from falling on the boy by giving two half wing beats. "It’s okay, Raph was it?" Jack smiled, glancing around and spotted the sleek, riderless motorcycle that looked exactly like the living titan from yesterday as well. The reason for all the fear and now cramping of over stressed wing muscles. Jack narrowed his eyes, knowing it was a common model, that other students could have one... but he folded his wings, reflexively shielding the smaller boy and his own still puffy soft brown wings, "It’s okay, really, I was just reading and not looking where I was going. Did I run you over? Are you're wings okay?" Raphael's nervousness started to fade, reassured he wasn't the only reason for crashing into the teenager, and the not so strangely sense of protection that came from a larger set of wings to hid behind. His father and mother were wingless, but his two uncles on his father's side weren't. Sometimes it was hard being the only one in the family with feathers. "I'm fine, mom put a heat pad between my wings last night like your mom said to." For a moment Jack grinned, shrugging a few times to get his wings to close most of the way again. "Yeah, that feels really nice huh?" Raphael nodded, beaming now, "I wanted to say thank you in person," the brown haired boy said, his wings fluffing out and half slicking back down, he glanced around, "You know, for saving me and all." Jack patted the leading edge of a round wing, "It’s okay Raph, it really is. You're safe now, we're safe. But I don't really think we should talk that much about what really happened." Jack added in a quieter voice, spotting the sharp black wings of another student and a few others without wings.  "I don't think anyone really would believe it..." Raphael said looking down, and hugging his own book. "No...but hey," Jack knelt down carefully, now looking more up at the younger boy as he smiled, ignoring how his wings were loosely held and getting on the sidewalk and in the grass. "I believe, was there... if you need to talk Raph," he reached back to tuck the geology book away in the side bag at his hip. Then Jack grabbed his phone, "I mean it, about that thing or anything else? You call me, or text me. I check my phone on breaks at work- well at work but I'm not supposed to respond until break." "Do you really mean that?" Raphael asked, looking up from the sidewalk, offering his phone for the number to be put in, brightening as Jack's response was to lift his phone to take a picture with it as the ID before passing the cell back. "Yeah I do. If you're scared, or if there ever is real bullies, or want to learn how to exercise your wings." Jack nodded as he promised, seeing more than a connection born of running for your lives together. This was a kid with feathers in a featherless home. Jack remembered seeing those family photos displayed in the hallway yesterday. "Is that how yours’ are so big?" Raphael asked, looking to either side at the grey-blue wings that framed him. "Ah, no, not exactly." Jack rubbed the back of his head with his own cell phone, "I'm from a different line I guess? I don't know what or who my father was, he had wings like mine apparently, but my mom doesn't have wings. I hope they don't get any bigger." "They can get bigger?" The boy asked, reaching up to push his glasses back into place, reaching out a little as if wanting to touch before remembering his manors. Only the right wing shifted up into range and Raphael touched it, feeling the thin but strong cores of muscle under the smaller feathers from someone actively flying, but still not as strong as it could be.  "...maybe." Jack admitted slowly, sighing as he shrugged, "I'm not done growing in the body. You know that dull achy feeling in the legs?" he got a nod, "Yeah... I think my wings just grew bigger first and forgot me, I'm always running into things now." Raphael tried not to giggle outright as he smiled wider now, "Yeah, I do that a lot too, I heard mom and dad talking about putting me in a room on my own soon." "Just, keep your bed in the middle of the room." Jack advised as the crowd of students faded, "And any extra blankets folded on the sides of the bed when your wings start growing." His mom accused Jack of hording ever blanket in the town as his wings draped onto the ground normally, "They won't be as stiff in the morning if your wings are resting up on a blanket or pillow compared to if they're on the ground."  Meep-beep. The odd sound, like and unlike a car horn had both youths looking up, blinking in the automatic response to see if the sound was to get their attention. As it turned out, it was. The dark yellow muscle car with black stripes was standing almost innocently at nearer side curb. Driver-less it rolled another half a foot and the passenger side door opened as if by ghost hands. A mechanical, low volume churr and chitter, the same from that mecha that had been the last they saw in the drainage tunnel before running. Reflexively Jack grabbed and pulled Raphael close as he sat upright, the large grey-blue wings banging into each other at the wrist joints as they tried to close around in a shield like way, "Oh nonono, we're noooot going to talk about robot-car fight club." he tugged the smaller boy as Jack moved to get up. "I don't think it wants to hurt us," Raphael said, peeking between the large pinions, frowning at the alien sounds that once more seemed like another set of words he half knew. The boy wasn't that sure how he knew, but it was listening to a heavier accent, you almost got it but not quiet understanding fully. "What, it wants us to get in?" Jack guessed from the wagging door, and blinked as he got a chitter in return. He looked down and fumbled to catch the shorter boy who had slipped between the grey wings and out of reach, padding closer to the car. Raphael shook his head, and smiled, "No... I think just me, you're too big." he fluffed his wings when Jack made a strange sound, his own larger wings arching up, after a click-buss and whistle, Raphael looked back and pointed to where a motorcycle was coming. Jack spun to face the other rider-less vehicle, swallowing thickly. "Relax kid, we're not going to hurt you," a mechanical, somewhat gruff female voice said lowly, so not to carry to anyone still around. Jack laughed nervously, remembering that threat of being hunted down, "Um, look, we haven't said anything I promise-" "Oh, wow." The younger boy said behind him, half way inside the churring car. The 'tone' somehow being a cross of encouraging and cooing it seemed arching the door open wider for Raphael's uncoordinated wings. "Hey, Raph I don't think that's a good idea-" Jack started spotting what was going on and stepped closer as the boy turned to plop down and cocooned himself happily in his downie appendages. "I think it’s okay," big brown eyes looked around his mottled pattern wings, smiling a little shyly, and maybe a little too trustingly as the door edged closed gently, but firmly. "No, no," Jack moved but the yellow car was already pulling away. "Hey, hey take it easy, Bee' won't ever hurt the kid," the motorcycle- the same dark blue of earlier. "Just kidnap him?!" Jack hissed, looking back to the female voice, and after the yellow car, his wings arching half unconsciously to get away only he could think from something that he knew was bigger and very likely faster than him on ground level: straight up. If these big awkward wings where good for something, it was that Jack could take off from a stand still. When he really had to get air born there wasn't a need for jumping, or bounding off some set of stairs, brick wall railing or whatever someone with smaller wings needed. "No, Optimus just requesting, hey wait," The motorcycle moved closer recognizing the signs of body language almost too late. The teen had taking three steps out into the road, away from the big old orange trees in the front yard of the school. "Scrap," the holoform flickered on and the motorcycle kept a scanner on the human, switching to an internal communication line, ::He's off, do you have a scanner on him too?:: ::Yeah, and something else interesting partner-:: ::Don't mind it Cliff, we need to get this kid.:: ::I really think you should watch who's watching your bumper. Hey, are you listening? Turn your comms back on!:: Jack scanned around, trying to spot the car, unsure if he could get Raphael out or even stop it... he tilted his wings to fly low, more gliding. Unfairly at the same moment he spotted the motorcycle fallowing him, Jack's left wing spazzemed, causing him to swing unexpectedly to the side. He had to flap ungracefully and hurriedly to keep from crashing into the ally way, stumbling and spinning his arms. The already hurting left wing banged into a dumpster and jerked his wings close, catching pinions on a pallet of the right one. Hissing as a motorcycle came after him into the alley, Jack pulled up his wings almost like a shield, wincing as he eyed the thing changing. Parts shifting and expanding, coming into viable existence as they locked into place. It seemed impossible that much robot fit into the motorcycle Jack stood taller then. The blue and silver mecha, female and woman like in her general shape and form as well as the voice, though deeper with her comparative mass. Long slender fingers, metallic digits that were somehow looking like they were more solid yet flexible silver, her hands spread with palms up in a peaceful gesture, "Look, Jack is it?" She asked tilting her head before shifting to rest a hand on the ground and hunching to be closer to the teen's level as he backed up, one wing-that left one-t she saw spazzem. "I'm not going to hurt you. I just need to talk to you." "That's okay, you made it really, really clear before: no talking about robot fight club." Jack was backing up still, using both hands to pull up the still shivering left wing, his own fingers digging in under the feathered layer to feel and make sure he hadn't broken his wing on top of everything else in the last 24 hours. "I don't want to get involved, I'll stay safely as far away as I can. I don't want to be anywhere near talking cars- or motorcycles- or even if there's planes, that want to get me killed!" "You're personal safety is exactly why Optimus Prime has requested your presence." the mecha said as she shifted to movie closer after the human as Jack backed up, lowering herself so the glowing blue optics were nearly level with him. They were close enough for Jack to both see his reflection as well as the purple rings in the glowing blue. Jack swallowed, "Optimus...wait what? Who?"

 "You may be in greater danger then you can imagine Jack," The silver face showed a mix strange familiarity, so very much like how a human showed their emotions in their expressions, "You are one of few, one of the only who have ever seen us Cybertronians on your world..." "Dude, what are you waiting for?" A new, and rather unexpected but energetic voice called out, "Go with!" Jack turned, and the blue female robot looked up as well, both quickly spotting the slender, black winged girl half perched on the fire escape. Clinging there and balancing with twitching wings. "...Scrap." the female mecha hissed out as she saw the other human, the winglet like things on her back twitching up as she frowned. "....oooh....oops." The girl- what had her name been? Miko? She gave a nerviness smile and braced her feet to push off, "Sorry bye!" Miko blurted and lunched back, turning dart off on wings, the girl had a confused moment as she had glimpsed the blue robot suddenly smirking. Then the abrupt appearance of a sheer wall of smooth red and the world closing in on her before Miko could open her wings fully. "Nice catch Cliff." the female robot said from her spot still kneeling, giving a hand smirk at the semi muffled protests from within the larger mech's hands. "No problem Arcee. Next time though? Pay attention when I mention you’re aft." The broad shoulder mech grinned wide, then peered between the thin gaps between his thick digits, "Hey, hey, calm down in there, I'm not going to hurt ya. An' I don't want ya to hurt ya'r self on me." "Dude don't eat me! I'm not a good wing-dish!" Came the yelped between the larger red mech's hands. Cliffjumper couldn't help laughing a low rumble that almost vibrated the air near him, shaking a bit as he tried not to draw any more attention to his massive frame, "Aw, that's a shame, guess you'll just have to ride alone with us then."

Arch Your Wings [AU] 01

Inspired by: http://derangedartsyperson.deviantart.com/art/TFP-Wing-AU-Doodles-586132055 and given permission to post [go see their art!] I really like this AU Idea, my story is below the line [I finally found out how to do that!]

Jack was sprawled face down on the thick, purple bean-bag ‘chair,’ eyes rolling up and closed as his mother's fingers dug into the sore muscles on his back. His right arm twitched and the teen's left leg jerked up at the knee, waving in the air in surrender as his mother worked around the base of his left wing. The teen groaned in a mix of pain and relief as the cramps were being worked out. "Oooowwww....." Jack pretended he didn't hear the whine in his voice, not that one couldn't be excused for that when getting a back rub, "Sorry...thanks mom." "What did you do after work to get this bad?" Jack's mother asked, June's expression was a mix of bemusement and some worry for her nearly grown son. "Some- ow, some people where picking on a kid," Jack said, swallowing as he lifted his head out of his bean-bag just enough so his words weren't muffled by the purple false leather. "Pulling on his wings..." "What happened?" From her stop kneeling to the left of her son, June could see the teenager frown deeply as he rested his chin back down, and gripped the bag. The woman paused, her knowledgeable fingers still resting on Jack's back. "Jack?" "He was just a kid mom." Jack said, his voice reflecting anger and fear, "I mean, really a kid, he was this tall," Jack lifted his right wing so there was the height of a eleven or twelve year old. "His wings were still all fluffy and downie, he wouldn't even know how to start gliding yet, or know how to exercise wing muscles right- or know he has to start that yet!" Jack was sitting up more on his elbows, part of his own upbringing with a mother in the medical field showing, "A kid, and they dragged him around, pushing him..." June moved over to her own left, still sitting on her knees, frowning lightly but then smoothed her features to smile softly, "Jack, what happened?" she asked, reaching out to grasp her son's hands, staring at his face. Even before Jack started to talk, June felt pride starting to swell for her son, half guessing what might have happened, "From the start?”

"...I left work,” Jack started slowly, “Wanted to just stretch my wings and think about homework- I have another 'where do you see yourself in so many years' essays. I know you don't like me flying in the city, so I was down in the cement river bed to go out to the park," Jack took a breach from his ramble, catching the small smile from his mother, "There was a kid playing with some radio car before... well these people started picking on him- pulled his wings, I remember how much wings hurt growing and being pull... they wanted him to fly for them..." "And you stepped in?" June asked, arching an eyebrow as she watched Jack's expression, she knew most all of her son's tells when he was thinking or remembering something he knew might not be approved. "....I....kinda beaned them... with my wings..." Jack said slowly, looking down, his body language and even his wings scrunching then arching slowly in an unconscious response to the memory. Jack had learned early on that his off sized, almost too large wings could be intimidating, yet to his mother and grandmother's pride used that knowledge to not scare people. He was more inclined to volunteering in the children's ward of Jasper Star Hospital to let kids play with his wings, or surrendered molted feathers that had been painted on for them to play with. Jack ducked his head to rub at his short hair, wincing as he pulled at a taught and sore muscle, "...a few times... I got the kid away but I'm not used to that much weight. Not that anyone with wings weighs that much but..." "You're still growing." June finished, sighing and then shifted to lift her son's face up, hands under his chin and jaw line, smiling at him, "Is this boy okay?" "Yeah, I walked him home." Jack nodded against the warm hands, the smell of eucalyptus infused oil fulling his nose, "I think he's fine, I talked to his mom and sisters, where he got hurt by those guys and what would help- what?" Jack paused and blinked as he saw his mother grinning. "Jack you're so sweet," June hugged her son, getting a muffled protest in her shoulder. "Don't worry, I'm not mad. You helped someone, and you’re fine... well mostly fine." June sat back and tweaked the leading edge of her son's left wing, smiling as it twitched back in response, "I don't mind giving you the backrub, but you're cleaning the gutters tomorrow morning before school." "Deal," Jack agreed promptly, wincing as he sprawled back down, then said into the false leather, "Thanks mom." as the older woman started working out the cramps in his wings and back again. He was happy to lay limp, even when a few times it hurt, knowing it would help him in the long run. "Did you get the dressing yesterday for dinner tonight?" June asked, getting some more oil, and making a note to sit her son down in a few days for a good grooming session of his wings where he couldn't reach, they looked more ruffled then normal, and he seemed to be missing a few more feathers then normal. Jack shifted just enough to toss a thumb’s up into the air with a grunt. "And the hummus?" Another thumbs up and a happy mumble. June chuckled, "Right, red pepper hummus... hmm, alright, we can make something good with that." the woman nodded, "I have an early meeting tomorrow morning, so I'll be gone by the time you get up." "Okay, was thinking of walking to school anyways," Jack said tilted his head to the side, eyes closed as he relaxed both into the back rub and knowing he wasn't in trouble. When the phone rang a half an hour later, the teen didn't budge, convinced he was boneless on his bean-bag even as his mom wiped off her hands on his wing, the natural oil was feather safe as everything in the house was since as far back as Jack could remember. He was dosing off on the spot as a familiar name, "Mr. Esquivel?" was spoken in his mother's voice, unaware of a dark blue motorcycle passed slowly in front of his house. If he was looking it wouldn't seem creepy, the woman driving the motorcycle was looking around, and then down at GPS, as if confused of why she was in this neighborhood. "Yes I'm Jack's mother," June was saying, glancing at her son, the picture of a lazy winged teenager being sprawled with limbs, feathered or not laying limply. Though his large wings were taking up most of the living room's space, she repressed the flicker of a longing pang, remembering seeing her son at six with overly fluffy wings and hiding in them giggling. The dark haired woman turned her full attention to the phone, "I just got home a little bit ago- oh? My son did what? He did?" June felt pride swelling again, "Is you're son alright? You should get someone to rub in some feather safe oil into the base of the joints. An electric heat pad on his back will help make him feel better, that always helped Jack when he was child and got picked on." June shifted the phone to the spot of her shoulder that would let her wash her hands, glancing out the window and had a flash of amusement as the motorcycle driver tossed her arms up in the air. GPS loved to send people down this dead end street, and one of the woman's next door neighbors was coming over to give directions. "Jack's fine now, thank you for asking. No it was just some cramping and sore muscles." June said into the phone, starting to get dinner ready as she spoke, moving so not to make too much noise over the phone. "That's alright if you're son wants to tank him, but maybe tomorrow? Jack's working on homework right now." she fibbed a little, wanting her son to have this chance to rest in his becoming busy scheduled. Between school, his job and starting to poke at possible collages she wondered when he had time to come visit her at work. The woman smiled, thanking the man on the phone again before hanging up and starting on dinner, "When is your essay due?" June asked a little while later as Jack started to get up, straightening out his wings in an arching movement, so not to knock anything over of put a dent in the dry wall. There were plenty of dents in his own room and the converted basement-den. "Next week, thanks for the rub mom." Jack said, working to close his wings fully, wincing at the twangs of pain from the process. It took him a few moments to work each of his wings closed as much as he could. "Have you thought of what you want to do?" June asked, taking the pan off the heat and dished up the stir-fry like meal onto plates, grabbing some crackers and the hummus next. "Not exactly," the teen shrugged, and made a face that had his mother smiling as he grumbled, wings having shrugged out of place in a secondary motion. He flopped into a backless chair, grabbing for the juice he blended for them earlier that morning as a part of his daily choirs. "Don't want to stay as a cashier, where people think it’s funny to throw fries at my feathers." "That's just one place," June pointed out yet she nodded in understanding, "I thought I wanted to run a cafe," "But you're the best nurse this side of everywhere," Jack added, smiling at his mother before digging into the stir-fry. "Mom, do you mind if I make fish tacos tomorrow? We've had tofu based things for about two weeks in a row." "If you want to make something with meat-protein, go ahead Jack, just no red meat for me." June nodded, "I'll eat fish you know, we just had so much from that bulk order to use up." "I don't eat red meat much anymore." Jack agreed, frowning at his mother for a moment, "Tomorrow's another ten hour day for you isn't it?" "Eleven with the meeting," June sighed deeply, "The kids are doing good though." "I'll bring you something to eat at my lunch hour." Jack said, still frowning. "Don't be late for your classes." the woman shook her finger at her son, who grinned back now. "I won't be," Jack promised, "It’s a fast guild to Jasper Star from school and I'll clear it with the school first thing in the morning before classes. Try not to let the place over work you okay mom?" June smiled, leaning over to clasp the hand of her winged son, noting how much he was looking like his father slowly over the years, "I won't. Don't roll over onto your wings tonight." Jack ducked his head, "I hope I don't either. That hurts- hey, did you put apple-pears in here? Cool mom."

Undertale AU idea

Firsk/human that falls down [pushed down?], the human can't walk.

Doesn't meet flowery, and gets found by Toriel first and carried back to her human (though angry flower might try to get at the human, only to get faces made at it over Toriel’s shoulder).

Human can get around scooting pretty well, and those stairs are seen as a Challenge to get down when goat-mom has to leave [”how far down can I get and back up to look like I wanted a book?”]

But its like pitiful human that has Toriel giving in after finding out about Snowdin, and snow and days of puppy eyed begging; Toriel carries human down to see snow for the first time in their life. Settling down in the doorway after opening it.

And Sans comes by, to see if ‘that someone‘ will answer her knocking, but finds that that door is OPEN for the first time. Sans all confused why it took so long before realizing that its not a little kiddo in or around the door but the outline of a monster. He comes closer to find Toriel with frisk in her lap- not wearing cloths of the last resets, but what goat-mom has made for her and bundled up against the gold with a magic fire near just in case while handing the human halffuls of snow to play with.

Maybe Papyrus sees them later when trying to find Sans [who’s dared to come over and has both goat-mom and frisk dissolved in laughter and giggles from pun-age levels]. Not just a HUMAN is there, but the missing QUEEN.

Doom to anyone that dares come near the girl giggling in the queen's lap playing with a snow-ball and the snow-decahedrons Sans made for her.

But, think of the play dates in the snow, and then the drama when Papyrus finds out that the little human is always sitting in the snow or being picked up by Toriel and/or Sans is because frisk can’t walk.