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“We don’t have long,” Asgore said. He looked toward Sans. “We will head for the hilltop. You and Papyrus, find out what you can. Take the humans. If they give you in any trouble?”
“Kill them, gotcha.” Sans looked toward Tori. “Watch the kids, okay?” The way he said that. Frisk looked around, watching everyone head to the top. She stayed near her children, when she heard the voices she longed to hear again.
Frisk watched her mother and father come toward her. “Have to keep going.” Still, she hugged both of them along the way. She pointed toward Al and Juleyard wanting them to meet each other, but Toriel was moving faster away with them, and Asgore was . . . pulling her away?
“It’s best not to get started that way,” King Asgore warned her. “You are Sans’. He said to stay with Toriel.”
Frisk heard her father complain from behind and she didn’t blame him. This wasn’t right! “I’m the mother of those children.”
“Sans is the owner of you. He said no for them, and no for you.” King Asgore warned her once again, this time as he picked her up. “Don’t start this, not of all times, human. Obey your future husband.”
Frisk protested. They were almost killed. The Underground was being relocated to who knows where, and she still couldn’t talk to her mom and dad? They couldn’t even see their grandchildren? Asgore was at least carrying her across his back, so she waved at them. It was all she could do. But. This is bunk!
“Fellow monsters!” King Asgore yelled out. “We are heading for the cliff. Keep the yelling down to a minimum.” Of course, he had to yell to address them. “Pass on this news down the line, and into the mountain. Also, please, if you are a faster monster, help others behind you. That wall of flame is still going, and every life saved is important.” He started to head up the cliff with Frisk still pouting on him.
Toriel was near him, trying to lead as well. She looked toward Frisk. “I’m sorry, human, but Asgore is right. Please, trust me. You will see them soon. Sans is not going to be happy if you up and see them. The time is intense enough.”
“They won’t hurt anyone,” Frisk pleaded. “Really, you too, Toriel?”
“We may have been closer in another time, but I don’t know you now,” Toriel told her. “If you were once a friend to me, then please believe me? Don’t push buttons that you don’t understand.”
They wouldn’t hurt anyone. Frisk knew her parents. They weren’t going to do anything. There’s so much more to this. If she showed some affection toward them, it wouldn’t mean they automatically get custody. And here she was, a mother of two, one on the way, being carried by Asgore in front of her own parents!
“Ah, Sans. Here.” Frisk felt herself being put down. Sans was right beside her. “Sorry. She kept trying to see her parents.”
Sans’ reaction? He actually placed his hand to his head. “Pistol of a wife, I knew it, I knew it!” He looked toward Asgore, not addressing Frisk yet. “Thanks. Papyrus got the numbers. The male human is helping. Getting orders sent out.”
Frisk looked back toward her parents, but Sans scooted her over, almost locking her under his arm again. He better not noogie me.
“Not the right action for a wife, Sans,” Toriel warned him. “Gentle.”
Sans kind of sputtered as he released her. “Stop looking back at them, Frisk. You are coming with me, not them. Didn’t I explain this all to you once?” It ended on almost a warning.
“If they were going to slaughter monsters, they would have.” Frisk’s voice was also not so welcoming. She looked toward her children with Toriel. “How are you two doing?”
“This carrying thing is getting boring,” Juleyard said, “however, considering the distance, it’s not too bad.”
“So when do we get to see our grandparents back there?” Al asked. Oh yeah, of course he knew that. “They gonna slaughter anybody? Don’t look like it. So?”
“Custody to one,” Sans said. “Perfectly capable taking care of my family.” He rose his voice, making sure anyone around him heard him. This is ridiculous. Frisk kept looking back, she wanted to see her parents. Yeah, Sans got it. She wanted to be with her parents, but she couldn’t without taking the kids too. I bring them in. Not the other way around. What’s so hard to understand about that?
He had to make sure he got a good identity though because right now, the Underground just broke. Everyone was on equal footing. Equal to her parents. The only things Sans had going right now was that Asgore and Toriel were on his side. Especially the way Frisk kept looking back at her parents, like she’d much rather be with them. Did she have any idea how terrible that was looking on him? No, of course not. She wasn’t monster, and humans had all kinds of weird ways up top.
Sans watched as Papyrus brought the human man back. “Information sent out.” He pushed the human slightly toward Asgore. “Where is the woman?”
“With her bird,” Sans said. “Hey, King Asgore? I’m thinking that human is going to-”
“Don’t touch me!”
“Already on it,” King Asgore said to Sans. “I’m afraid until she can be trusted I had Undyne place her in null chains.” He looked toward the male human. “Now, you.”
“I can take care of my own identity,” the human Knat tried to say. “No one needs to take care of me.”
“Nope!” Papyrus disagreed. “You humans need to respect monsters. We aren’t just going to let you go out gallivanting after you tried to kill Sans’ future wife. Besides, you’ll tell on us!”
“She was dangerous. Come on. I won’t rat you out.” Knat suddenly tripped into a hole. “Ow.” He lifted his hand and it smacked on a rock. “Ow!”
Sans chuckled. Gaster. They were going to be too far for him to communicate much longer. In fact, this was probably it. Even though he never communicated well with Gaster, it wouldn’t be right to never feel him around anymore. Still, he was grown up. Him and Papyrus. Even got his own family. He had one crazy future ahead of him. He couldn’t be too upset. Later, Gaster. Huh. For how close they still were though, the presence compared to lately. Strangely weak.
“Our Temmie, Temmie needs the human. We will adopt him.”
Sans looked back, paying attention to what was going on. He saw two Temmies comforting another who was crying.
“Icecap,” The crying Temmie said, “he was Temmie’s. He too slow, not make it out.” She glared at the human. “Better be good father to little Temmie!”
Wow. Seeing the choices around, Sans was feeling pretty lucky to end up with Frisk.
“I’m fathering a monster’s little monster?” Knat looked like he wanted to get out.
“We’ll have to find a set of null chains for you as well, won’t we?” Toriel said to him. “I’m sure Undyne can locate some.” She looked around. “As soon as we see her again?”
“Temmie not any more excited than you,” the Temmie said viciously from between her parents. “Temmie wanted Icecap. Not fair. This is not fair!”
Life wasn’t fair. Guess that Temmie was learning it firsthand. “Papyrus,” Sans said. “Get Snowdrake’s father, his new human and let’s go. Be back, Frisk.”
Frisk’s Old Prison Lab . . .
“Umm . . . okay, here.” Cathy started printing out more pages. “This is another 100 locations.”
“Need one that fits me,” Sans said to her. “Family monsters are going to need family spots that fit just right.” Like he thought, she could find and get to the money. She didn’t know anything else. “Back over to Snowdrake’s father. Uh uh.” She tried to bolt. “Snowdrake’s father, your birdie wants to fly away. Better keep a handle on her.”
“Sorry,” Snowdrake’s father said as he regrabbed the chain. “I’m not used to this yet.”
“Dragging a woman on a chain? Me neither. Can’t be fun.” Glad he wasn’t in his shoes. Sans looked toward the screen and started to pick out ID’s. He had to move fast, looking for the perfect cover. He was going to have some tough shoes to fill. Meanwhile, Papyrus looked at the others while more pages printed.
Some Time Later . . .
“I have found a perfect cover for Alphys,” Papyrus said. “Her little one, her, and one more that is a potential roommate.”
“Hey, they’d like that.” Alphys nor Undyne needed anyone to own them, they took care of themselves, but it would put them together in that difficult time. It’d be good for them. “Keep that information handy. Undyne said she was holding back last for Alphys. Guess they need to get some stuff from the lab.” Heh. More like monsters from the lab. Oh well. “Found one for a dad, a mom, and a kid. Hey Snowdrake’s father, how about the name David Deeds?”
“David Deeds?” Snowdrake’s father said. “That sounds ridiculous. What a strange name.”
“Humans tend to have strange names,” Papyrus agreed, “and mutants are going to keep themselves looking more like humans.”
“Okay, David Deeds it is,” Snowdrake’s father said. “Are we done yet? I’m worried about my boy.”
“Yeah, sure thing. Sorry.” Sans put in a couple more results to check real quick before taking Snowdrake’s father and his human back. “Um? Once again, thanks. Think my future wife was feeling kind of upset about us maybe letting someone else eat her or something.”
“What?!” Cathy squealed.
“No problem,” Snowdrake’s father said.
Sans didn’t bother with goodbye, neither did Snowdrake’s father. Even thought he worked with Snowdrake’s father, he didn’t know him real well. No reason to have much of a longer goodbye. His attitude had been a little off ever since he lost his wife, but as long as he had his boy, he was okay. Now he even had himself a future misses. Or well, at least a friendly misses. Needed that after losing Snowdrake’s mother. “Simple, simple, simple.” Sans family was anything but simple.
“Sans,” Papyrus said. “I found one for you.”
Sans scooted over to his side. “A pregnant ma, a pa, and two boys.” Looked almost perfect. “There’s no unc.”
“We’re not going to find one,” he said. “I don’t think the monsters out here keep very big outside families.”
Uh? Sans looked toward Papyrus. Wait. “You don’t wanna go off on your own?”
“We need to assign everyone something,” Papyrus said, “and I know you were looking for the perfect one, but chances are small we will find it. We need to distribute this out. All the information about the banking, their money, the cars, we have it all.” He smiled. “Besides! I found a decent one for me. Eddie Newbrennen!” He said happily. “Not an assassin, more like a detective. He watches for suspicious activity.”
Oh. “Yeah. That’d be good for you.” No killing. Just suspicious activity. That was good for Papyrus. Sans looked back at the family profile Papyrus drug up. “Human assassin. Totally can handle that. Just like our old job.”
“Sans. Don’t do anything you don’t have to,” Papyrus warned him. “Also. Well.”
“Oh, the ma was an assassin too?” Sans spotted it before he could tell him.
“Yes, but she’s pregnant. Very good excuse not to get involved as much,” Papyrus said with a wink. “Nothing wrong with that. And, no worries, all of the family have been called away too. They are all expecting a very long special journey, and all of the family have been set up with temporary housing. Apparently it happens.”
“Mutants are still monsters, no matter what word is used for them. Instinct is still strong. You do what’s told, but when things get rough, you get your family too.” Looks like the monsters on the surface did still follow some old rules. It’s just that. “They gotta know about the experiments. You can’t live up here and not know, Papyrus.”
“I don’t know much of anything.” Papyrus printed out the sheet. “It’s time to start getting monsters straightened out. Considering you have the human they want, I suggest you head out first. Your home is hours away from here.”
“How far is it from yours?” Sans asked.
“Don’t worry about me! We’ll be together again, Sans. This isn’t forever,” Papyrus assured him. “We will create a new home, a new barrier, using the human’s advanced technology. It won’t be long.” He sighed. “I hope.”
“It’s gonna be months, Papyrus.”
“I know, Sans. This is the best one for me. That is the best one for you. Besides, we are lucky. Everyone else will simply have theirs handed out.” Papyrus patted him on the back. “You’ll be okay! You can get to know the human better too, and your whole family. I mean? You have a huge family coming, Sans! It will be wonderful.”
“You’re part of that family.” Sans was edgy. It was high time. He should. Papyrus was his twin, he wasn’t much younger than him. It was time to let him fend for himself. What if while he’s doing that, he realizes it’s a lot better without me? Well. He couldn’t prevent it. “Remember were skeletons. Plus, we got this thing to figure out. You better come see me often.”
“As often as I can,” Papyrus assured him. “Now grab what we need and let’s go.”
Being used to the darkness of the Underground was a great advantage as they walked. The sun still had several hours to be up, but from where they came out, they would be hitting their destinations soon. Sans and Papyrus were fidgeting with each other, and speaking to King Asgore and Toriel about things. Undyne was supposed to be towards the very back, agreeing to be the very last to make sure she got out as many monsters as possible.
That could be the case, or maybe Alphys told her the truth about the amalgamates. As hard as Alphys hid that secret, Frisk doubted she would let them simply die in the torch. The monsters started to split up, but numbers and texts were kept going between them. Each split was heading to different places, but they were the same kind of place.
Used Car Parking Lot
“Is it hot up here or is it just the sun?” Snowdrake asked his dad. The usual disappointing look on his face.
“The sun’s not out. It’s night.” Snowdrake’s father tried to smile. “Good try, son.” He looked toward his human. “He’s trying. Do you think he’s doing well?”
Cathy just grinned/gritted her teeth. “Yeeees?”
“Ooh, that’s a pretty red one,” Snowdrake said, but Sans interrupted him.
“Called it,” Sans said bypassing the little bird. He stood by the red car. Oooh. He’d seen plenty of these in his car magazines. Even Papyrus had turned his bed into looking like one. Finally gonna get one. It was pitch black on the lot, all security was turned off, and about a hundred monsters were hunting down cars, mostly being quiet. Then he turned to see Frisk, standing next to a big blue mini-van. With her parents one van away. Gee, ’cause that’s not obvious. He moved toward Frisk.
“Me, two boys, and you. We can’t fit in that little one,” Frisk said, standing firmly next to the blue mini-van.
“Yeah we can, boys are like the size of luggage,” Sans reminded her. He groaned when he saw Snowdrake make a face at him while he smiled next to the red car he had wanted. “Dang. That was a cool car.”
“Nothing compared to mine,” Papyrus said as he stroked his own loving red car, only a little farther down the lot. “This is so much better than a bed. I feel like I almost want to name it. Can we name cars, is that a thing?”
“Aw, dangit.” He found a nice red one too. Sans looked at Frisk. “Come on, you got like Determination. How’d you lose the red cars that easy?” Frisk rolled her eyes. “What?”
“We are stealing cars,” Frisk said in a harsh whisper. “All the monsters. At the same time. In several places.”
“Well, not yet, we’re choosing right now,” Sans chuckled. “Seriously, it’s fine. Security is off. It’s pitch black, humans can’t see anything. Which explains why you chose this car. We’ll be long gone before anyone finds out were even here. We just gotta get close to where our new assassin selves live, ditch it before we get there, and then get a much better car using their identities.”
“How do you know they aren’t setting us up?” Frisk looked toward Knat, who was in an uncomfortable pair of chains. “They tried to kill me. Why trust them?”
“Everyone has to get a second chance?” Sans said. “Nah, they know if they screw up, they’ll be eaten alive.” Frisk whipped her head around quick. “What? Some monsters like flesh.” He wiggled his fingers at Knat. “Not the biggest confident talkers right now. Eaten by monsters, it’s not a way to go. Not a way I’d want to go. Like a zombie meal, it’s disgusting. Seeing your own intestines and whatnot.” He almost cracked up laughing when he saw her face. Petrified. Worth it. He looked all around. “Dangit. Everyone got a car?”
“Blue van it is.” Frisk stole a look to her parents before Toriel came over with the children. At least she was still helping Sans. Sort of. “Toriel? Which monsters eat flesh like zombies?”
Oops. Tori wasn’t looking so sweet at him. Sans held his arms out. “What? It was a joke. She didn’t get the joke. Can’t pin her bad sense of humor on me.”
“You should not hold a future wife underneath your armpit, nor should you tell her that monsters will want to eat her,” Tori warned him. “This should go without saying, Sans.”
Frisk just had to ask, didn’t she? “Sorry. I forgot that book at home before it got torched. Winging it.”
“Wing it harder,” Toriel said as she looked at Frisk. “Most monsters wouldn’t even know human flesh, Frisk, and they hardly did that thing in the past. It’s not always easy to tell when he is joking, but if it sounds unbelievable, it probably is. Now, in you go.” She pulled open the van. Frisk didn’t listen though. She looked toward Sans as Toriel put the children in.
Oh great, he could read that look a mile away. He already knew what it was about, and it wasn’t his little joke. Sans, you said I could see my folks. “Before the whole burning Underground catastrophe,” Sans said to her, knowing she’d be annoyed he answered her like that. He’d talk more to her soon, but now wasn’t the time for a family visit. Only if they’d been coming, and there wasn’t room for them. Besides, Asgore and Toriel still needed time to study them. He wasn’t putting his family at great risk with humans he didn’t know. Unlike Knat and Cathy, they weren’t in chains, and he was pretty dang sure Frisk wouldn’t want them that way. “Little longer. Soon.”
“How far away are we gonna be?” Frisk asked. “You know where they’ll be?”
“Soon,” Sans said again. “In ya go.” She still was looking at him funny. Ah. “Pap’s going independent on this one. You, me, Al and Juleyard.”
“Yo, so are we assassins too?” Al asked as he stuck his head out of the back seat of the van. Toriel gently pushed him back in.
“I don’t . . .” Frisk looked back toward the van.
“You’re pregnant, you can’t work real well,” Sans said. Frisk. Assassin. Yeah, after all her experiences, she was not liking it. None of them were. Toriel hated the idea so much, she was even going to stay with Asgore undercover. That was saying something. “Don’t worry. I got it covered. In ya go.”
“I can’t even talk to my own daughter.” Josephine watched as Frisk, Sans the Skeleton, and the grandchildren she wasn’t allowed to even meet packed all into a small blue minivan and rode away. “He’s right there, why isn’t he letting us talk to her?”
“He’s on even ground.” The sound of the woman, Cathy, behind him said to them. They both turned and looked at her. “If you guys can pull your lives together and prove you do a better job raising Frisk, he’ll have to let go. She trusts you better, you already make wonderful parents to her. If she wants to go to you and can raise her family with you, she has to go with you. But be warned, that skeleton will follow right behind her, becoming your responsibility too. It’s the monsters dumb way.” She held up her chain. “My new owner told me that’s how it works. Same reason I have to be given to a monster or they’d just kill me. A bird. I belong to a monster bird.”
Jonathan glared at her. “You got her pregnant again. It was you that started this whole mess in the first place!”
There was a squawk from a bird. “Dad! New mom is causing trouble again.” He waved to them. “I’m Snowdrake. Ice to meet you?”
They weren’t near ice. Still? “Decent joke,” Josephine complimented him. She tried to meet him halfway. “Night to meet you too?” He didn’t seem to like that. “Sorry, I’m terrible at jokes. Say, do you know how monster law works? If we made enough and had enough shelter, could we claim our daughter back?”
“Think so, yeah,” Snowdrake answered. “I wouldn’t do that though,” he chuckled. “You’ll have Sans to follow along.” He came a little closer, carrying Cathy’s handle on her chain. “And he is lazy, lazy, lazy. He has a rep for being lazy, and if he just lets you get seen comforting Frisk right now, King Asgore might decide Frisk and the fam would be happier with you.”
“The one who raises her better,” Josephine said, “and now we have a chance.” She looked back to Jonathan. “That’s why.” She smiled at the little bird. “I don’t suppose you know when that skeleton will let us see her?”
“He wasn’t being mean. He probably would have let you,” a voice came from behind Snowdrake, “but escaping the Underground falls in the category of a time of war. That means he’s got to be extra stiff with Frisk.” He groaned and started to move Cathy away. “Might as well tell you that since my human, and my son, are squawking at you.” He shook his wing at them. “I don’t need Sans blaming me for his own family problems. Come on, let’s go. To our car.”
“Come on, humans.” Toriel’s voice came around the corner.
“How can we earn our daughter back?” Josephine wasn’t coy.
“Ah.” Toriel sighed. “Let’s not get into this. Your daughter has a family with him. Not the other way around.”
“What do you mean the other way around?” Josephine asked. “We want to see her. She needs us. Can’t you tell the way she’s looking at me, she needs her mother?”
“That may be true.” Toriel couldn’t lie about that. Oh, Frisk wanted her folks so badly. She had heard of the terrible things that had happened to her since she fell down. There was certainly a large need Frisk had to be with her parents now. She had no choice but to never see them again last time. It was like a second chance.
However? Sans was the father and he hadn’t had enough time to even get to know his children yet. Unlike what the little bird had told them (that she had eavesdropped on) Sans did not have to come. They could reject him, and forbid him from seeing Frisk or any of his children ever again.
It happened. A monster would accidentally get pregnant, the father wouldn’t have better means to support the mother, and so she would stay with her parents as well as her family. It did not mean that they had to be burdened with the father. In fact, the action usually made a non-ready male get his act together better to ensure it showed how much he was there for her. Still? Parents held a lot of love for their children, and as long as the mother herself wasn’t fighting back against them? And the family created was an accident? Well.
Sometimes, the original family worked out best. And sometimes, in the future, another monster that still accepted the other children as his, was the better match to take her away. Until Sans and Frisk finally made a solid commitment, Sans did risk Frisk’s family taking them away. With her and Asgore on his side, a little biasedly, he had a better chance. Yet?
If they could prove, beyond a shadow of a doubt that Frisk, was much better off with them, even the King and Queen of the Underground couldn’t stop it. Toriel gingerly tried to deal with them. “Sans will let you see them soon. It is a difficult situation.”
“Difficult? It is difficult!” Frisk’s mother had a strong soul, it was clear to see that. “I deserve to see my daughter! And if some monster is keeping her away, I will fight for the right to have her back!”
Oh dear. “The situation is tense. Monsters stay with their families. It would look bad if he just gave her over to you for comfort to our kind right now. She is supposed to seek comfort from him.” She gestured back toward them. “As you should with us. We will not hurt you. So please, get in the car. I don’t want to have to reprimand you.”
“We are not children,” Josephine said strongly. Yet, her and Jonathan did as they were told. “We know the outside world. We have experience. Shelter. Money. We can get out from under you, make it on our own, and get our daughter back!”
Honestly? “Maybe,” Toriel said. “But, maybe you should give her time too.” She closed up the back door on them and went into the front side. “Everyone is taking off. Surely the humans will put things together soon.” She climbed in and sat beside Asgore on the other side. “Don’t think this means I have forgiven you. It just . . . I don’t want to be an assassin, Asgore. Will Sans be better for her?”
“He wants to be,” Asgore said to her, not addressing what she said first. “We are giving him the benefit of the doubt. However, he is not always the best.”
“He is too buddy-buddy,” Toriel said, remembering how he almost noogied Frisk. “Not to mention he told her, his future wife he should be trying to romance, that monsters eat humans like zombies.” Asgore couldn’t help a snort. “It’s not funny. Frisk genuinely didn’t know it was a joke.”
“Sorry. No, you shouldn’t tell a future wife that at all,” Asgore agreed. “Chocolate and flowers get you farther. We really should have grabbed him a book, this is Sans we are talking about. He’s either moody, funny, or . . . something between. In the end, I don’t know, Tori.”
“He deserves to have his family, but they deserve to have their daughter.”
“One family, Tori. Get rid of that rule, and what would you have? Anarchy. Monsters who couldn’t take care of themselves. No food, no shelter. They become dust in the wind because no one cared. We can’t bend the rules for a skeleton and a set of humans.”
“Yes, I know.” Sans needed to get established with his family. He needed to get Frisk as his Mrs. He needed his sons to vouch for him being a good father. “How long should we try to give him?”
“New babies, a new family, a frightened daughter? Being Sans?” Asgore shook his head. “I don’t even want to think about that answer right now.”
Toriel didn’t know if Frisk’s family heard from the back seat or not. “It’s hard losing a child,” she whispered. “To them, their eight year old grew up in a day and suddenly they can no longer see her. I see it from both sides, Asgore. I? I want them both to win.”
“Only if they accept the other, and I don’t see humans just accepting Sans as their son into their family,” Asgore stated sadly. “I only think that could happen, if Sans accepts them into the household he creates. Yet? I don’t know. There is great tension between them.”
“This is a time of . . . not war, but Sans had to be careful,” Toriel said, almost standing up for him. “Sans is well known, but Frisk’s mother? She has a lot of determination, I can feel it. If she gets monsters to trust her, and if she can get more than Sans receives? The children were an accident. Sans doesn’t have the best reputation.” Then again? “Sans is the father. He is well loved.” Then again? “They have lost their daughter to a monster with no means of recourse yet. It must be driving them mad.”
“Toriel.” Asgore began to drive away into the night. “It will only get more difficult as we come to know them, which is right. We’ll keep an open mind about everything. It’s a new beginning, for everyone. We’ll all be okay. Besides? In order to get Frisk, they will really need to work hard for themselves first, so that we don’t need to take care of them. That will take time.” Asgore chuckled. “Not like we will be going after Frisk for them.”
“True.” Toriel nodded. “Once things settle down, Sans will get to know them. I just hope . . .”
“I just hope too,” Asgore said softly, also finishing her thought. “That the humans can accept Sans.”
One big, happy family. It sure would be nice. However? That all depended on how they all got along, and how much each one would rather not be a family.