Frisk sat back down at Flameboys. It really reminded her of just a bigger version of Grillby’s. Everything was wooden, a jukebox, but at least ten times the space. The children of Flameboys and Flamegirls was also a nice touch. She sat across from Sans. He wanted to go to lunch with her. Even though she ate fish, she didn’t really want to deny him. Not after that strange encounter. “Nice place.”

“Yeh. Uh, I don’t know if they have anything besides a little rolled up bread, but atmosphere’s good.” He seemed off. “I wanted to let you know, you’re not in the way.”

Hm? “I thought everyone already said that,” Frisk said.

“Yeah, but. You’re . . . you’re really not in the way. I don’t want you getting out of the way.” He started to drum his bony finger tips on the wooden table. Then, he stopped. “Don’t do what I just did with your fingers. If I didn’t have all bone, I would have got a splinter.”

“Oh, I didn’t plan on doing that.” Frisk looked around briefly, seeing a fish come in. A young fish with two children. Couldn’t be Undyne. Ancient great grandmother maybe. The kids followed her up to the counter.

“Frisk? I got derailed. I splintered the conversation,” he joked.

Frisk paid attention to Sans again. “What is it?”

“Flaming fire bread!” One of Flameboys boy’s yelled as he ran past Frisk. “Excuse me, ma’am, flaming fire bread, coming fresh!”

Oh. “That one could speak.” Neat. “Flaming Fire Bread. That sounds different. Should we order that?”

“Eh? Yeah. Uh.” Sans seemed to trip over his words. “You should know why you’re not in the way.”

“Because. My mom reversed time for everyone, basically saving the Monster Kingdom from ever going Underground or getting massacred.” She already knew that. “Honor bestowed upon the daughter. As you would say?” she said dully. “Yay. Where’s the food?”

“Nah,” he answered. He stopped fidgeting. “I want you to stay with my family. You’re family.”

That was sweet. Not anymore.

“Don’t say no more. That’s not what I mean.”

Frisk reached out and patted his hand. “Your family too. Thank you for caring.” He didn’t move his hand though. Didn’t flinch at all.

“I care too, but it’s not the kind of ‘you’re a forever friend I’ll take care of’ crap.” He pulled his other hand out and placed it on hers. Frisk stared at his hand over hers. “I started caring for you for more than a friend longer than you know, and I. I don’t think I’d ever stop. So I want you to live with us, ’cause even if you don’t share the same feelings, maybe you will one day.”

” . . .”

“Just don’t go to Blaster. I don’t want to kill my own Uncle.”

Frisk fidgeted this time. He cared. He cared for her more than he let on. “But why didn’t you tell me?”

“Rejection’s tough. I don’t like it,” Sans admitted. “I figured maybe you’d just fall and take care of it for me.”

Hm? “I’d declare my love?”

“Never have problems with anything else.”

“You never have problems with anything else,” Frisk said back to him.

“Humans don’t automatically just start liking monsters,” Sans said. “Plus, I had enough on my mind. Figuring out dadhood. Relationships take work.”

An expression of love. An expression of waiting for love. From Sans. And yet? She half-smirked. How else would he do something like that?

“I hate work, but I like you. I could put in the kind of work to . . . if you liked me back.” Sans sighed. “This feels like ten steps back. I went to owning you to trying to butter you up to- do you like me back, yes or no?”

Frisk shirked back a second as he moved so close across the table. Uh. Cheater.

He moved back to his spot. “Knew Blaster had nothing on me.” He hit the table. “Yo, little flameboy boy!” He laughed. “Two Fire Breads. Water you waiting for? Get to it.” He patted him on the shoulder.

Frisk felt warm as she looked at her arms. Then her hands. She couldn’t exactly hide anything when he directly asked her. What did he pick up? How far did he . . . “I lived with you for awhile, and you were the father of my kids. So. I developed, maybe something-”

“You’re smitten,” he answered smuggishly. “Your worth working for. You want something to drink too, Beautiful?”

Confession of love. The Sans way. “I care bu-”

“I know. A lot of stuff happened,” Sans said, “and a lot unhappened. But . . . not everything went away. Feelings.”

“Linger.” Frisk knew that better than anyone. Resetting didn’t put a reset on feelings. No matter what happened.

“So.” He tapped his finger out again, closer to her. Gently. Tap. Tap. Tap. ” . . . drink?”

” . . . drink.”

Later that Night . . .

“I wanna talk to her again,” Frisk said as they made it home. She leaned against Sans as he opened the front door. “I am competing with every Frisk in my time that wants to talk to her, and every other Frisk in every other timeline.”

“Yeah. It’s kind of hard for her to choose because of that.” He rubbed her shoulder as they came inside. “Getting as close as possible to the source is your best bet. She’ll at least see you trying to communicate. I’ll take you back Underground if you want tomorrow. It’s not super far away.”

“I don’t know if I want that or not, Hand-some.” Frisk clung tighter to her side. “I want to be supportive, but I think that current events would pop up in my head, making the visit hard.”

“You mean like erasing the time of all of our kids, friends, and family except my brother?” Sans asked. “Yeah. That would make conversation kind of tough. She tried, Beautiful. I guarantee it. I felt it. She wanted to stop it all.”

“Want and can are two different things,” Frisk said. “Want and need too are also different.” Oops. She was getting teary-eyed. No. Not again. “She could have just took you and Papyrus. You’d be here with your father and Uncle. You’d be happier. Stopping the war and living a fuller life. I could have just been unborn, like everything else.” With them.

“No.” Sans led her upstairs. “I’d be happy to have them, but I wouldn’t have you. I lost too much. I would never want to lose you.” He opened her door and helped her to bed. He hugged her, rocking her briefly. “Wouldn’t be able to give my cherry picked huggy moments to anyone but Papyrus.”

That made her laugh softly, squeezing him tighter. “Stay again?”

“Still don’t wanna sleep by yourself?” Sans asked. “I could, but things are a little different tonight. I might wanna cuddle a little closer.” He took his hand and stroked her hair.

“I like cuddling.” Frisk smiled and moved into bed easier.

“Yep,” Sans joked as he got in on the other side. He tucked himself into the covers as Frisk fluffed her pillows. “Damn good thing you never were my Auntie Frisk. Although, I don’t know. Now I kind of want to see your bonnet.”

Frisk stopped fluffing her pillow to look at him. “What do you mean?”

He brought her closer to him. “Your cute little bonnet. It’d be nice if you had it.” He rubbed his cheekbone against her. “Then I’d get a chance to remove it myself.”

Normally, Frisk would break that hold. Last time Sans talked like that, he had just found out he was a father. So much had happened since then, and now, none of that mattered. None of it mattered but the present. I’ve lost so many. I can’t do it anymore. “I love you, Sans.” She felt a small pulse of magic against her flesh from him shortly after she said that.

“I’d never let you go to war,” he said oddly. “In this time, nothing’s certain though. Things aren’t always certain.” He brought her closer against him as Frisk lied so still next to him. “Shouldn’t just . . . let go.”

Don’t ever let go. Frisk closed her eyes, not knowing what to expect next as she felt magical sensations pulsing through her even more. Don’t ever let go.

The Lab . . .

“Got it. Going online soon.” Figuratively speaking. Margot send out signals to each computer. Magic and tech together ruled the world a lot more in her time than it did back then. Magic was strong, but tech amplified it so much. It took a whole two days for her to gain enough just to get near the core they sensed. She didn’t know it’s purpose, but it was certainly an amplifier. It must have been a producer, or maybe it had a sense of it’s own barrier to protect others? Whatever it was, she was leaving information behind in it, and then converting it’s power to amplify the signal within the determination extractor Doctor Void was now in.

And while the rest of the crew thought they would be going home? This is for you. This is for Liberty. This was for mom, and this was for dad. She would be blowing the lab up. It was almost time.

The Lab Prison . . .

Doctor Void banged his feet on the floor. My green paradise. The hope for the future of mankind. No more toiling endlessly with limited resources. He put everything on the line for it. His family’s legacy. Gone. His determination, as well as everything, was about to be ripped away. So close. So cloooose! The only thing blocking him was the fact that his lab was too selfish!

What part of going back in time to cure the world did they not understand? It took sacrifice. Progress took sacrifice. He screamed, feeling the extraction starting. It was slowly going to kill him. He attributed nothing to the world. Nothing . . .

Nothing . . .

The Core . . .

Gaster sighed as he looked at the core with Blaster. “This must have something to do with it.” It wasn’t the future final product that would be Underground, but it would work much the same way.

“We know Nephew Sans used it to save the forgotten.” Blaster climbed up onto it. “I was going to use it to create food.”

“I was going to use it for protection. Never thought about it for the forgotten. A hidden use I never thought of.” Gaster also climbed onto it. He lifted the lid and they both headed inside.

“It must have been used somehow though?” Blaster moved around inside of it with Gaster, checking it out. “Greater little nephews, if they were really born back here, and split somehow perfectly? It’s gotta have something to do with this.”

“I know. We have to figure it out.” It was obvious Sans and Frisk were past due for expressing their feelings. And with their time being gone, the chances they would become a couple was growing quicker. Nothing wrong with that at all, half monsters were fine. They would eventually become like full monsters down the line shortly again.

However, Frisk had a problem. “If she did become pregnant, with Sans’ baby-”

“I get to call you Grampy Gaster.”

” . . .” Gaster groaned. “The likelihood of survival wasn’t good naturally without loving nearly every night.”

“Sans got it.”

“I don’t know, it would have to be a constant source of magic.”

“I still guarantee that,” Blaster chuckled. “Probably just keep her in his room for nine months. I’ve seen it. You’ve seen it. We’ll see him come down for food for them, and the next time we see them, we’ll be helping with the delivery.”

“That’s true. We do have extra power, it wouldn’t be that bad,” Gaster reckoned. “I guess learned to become . . . a better father to Papyrus would be good practice while Sans is busy.”

“Lucky guy. Constantly sleeping and-”

“Stop,” Gaster warned him. “Still, it would be stressful. Except, Frisk does have wills still, but they were almost completely dead with such a powerful reset. The wills would most likely be rejuvenated though as soon as they felt the power of the boss monsters lurking inside of Frisk.”

“So no constant boom boom? Poor guy.”

“And the boss monsters? Frisk’s mother was a shattered being whom had moved people through time, and had enough determination to pull back a reset this far.” It was unheard of. That was powerful, and that was their grandmother. The boss monsters’ grandmother. That power. It was all going to be too much for a pair of cute little half monsters.

So, they would be taking a survival power from the will. The will and these powerful little ones needed each other. Meaning, they would be born together. But all that power?

“So . . .” Blaster flipped a switch up for a few seconds, then back down. “What happens when a couple of boss monsters fueled with two wills, that have a human soul that descends from a grandma with so much determination it took everyone back hundreds of years, decide to be born?” Hmm. “Should we kiss our pelvis’ goodbye now or later?”

“We’ll find out how to reduce that kind of powerful magnitude,” Gaster said. He wasn’t going to let his son lose his children. “Besides, time shows they must be born.”

“Yeah, in different timelines? Maybe their birth caused the timeline to explode, and they shattered fully into two others.”

“You have such a positive outlook on life,” Gaster complained.

“Ooh. Grammy.”

“Yes, their grandmother will probably be part of what saves them.” Gaster watched Blaster heading to a corner. That corner had no technology in it to mess with. He followed behind. Blaster tended to have an even higher sixth sense than Gaster. He must be sensing something. “What is it?”

“Grammy.” Blaster waved at the corner. “Hiya.”

Gaster looked at the ground for some kind of bone or flesh. Oftentimes if a shattered was in a direct location, something of it would be left behind. “She’s there?”

“There is a huge wave right here. Just standing right here.” Blaster pointed to the ground in front of him. “It’s not scattered, or trying to communicate. It’s just right here.”

“What?” Gaster moved closer. Even he could feel a little something. The energy was so extra focused, that they needed to be close to feel it. And yet when they felt it, they felt it! “Impossible. This is the prototype for the future one! She would never choose this location. Were not even Underground in Mount Ebott.”

“No, but Mount Ebbott is the closest mountain to here,” Blaster reminded him. “You thinking what I’m thinking?’

“That the prototype stayed up here and was just buried to the sands of time because humans didn’t know what to do with it?” Humans and their magic fear. Oh, they would use their ‘white magic’, the magic that they gathered from the monsters over time, but anything was ‘dark magic.’ Pssh. “Still, how would she choose here? If she learned about the core from her daughter as they talked about the Underground, it would be a different future core. Underground. This one isn’t even fully working yet.”

“Hey? According to Nephew’s notes, Queen Toriel and King Asgore were still alive. He didn’t talk at great lengths about Frisk Carlisle’s parents,” Blaster noted. “Said he was establishing ownership. So? You think?”

“Did they spend enough time together that Toriel or Asgore would just casually talk about the old days?” If so, Frisk’s mother wouldn’t be choosing the Underground, or the core Underground. If Frisk’s mother learned about things not from spending time with her daughter, but with them? “They would talk about the one they knew more if they were discussing the surface.”

Their core, right there that they were in? They started working on it when they were each fifteen. They saw a need for it before anything even happened to see a war. The royalty were surprised, and they kept tabs on them. It would either be the grandest flop and it was all delusional grandeur. They did other experiments while they worked on it though, so that monsters wouldn’t associate their mind on the core’s success.

After doing that, Gaster took the mantle of Royal Scientist, putting any doubts in the mind down. And now, that many years later, it looked like their core was getting closer. The food still wasn’t perfect. Way too fishy for most tastes, and it didn’t have the right kind of protection yet. It could guard against simple attacks, but nothing like saving the forgotten from time itself.

It was so close to the castle though, almost a feature. Children in schools when drawing the royal castle usually added their core to the side, thinking it was decoration of the castle. The core became more than just a machine, it became a dream. A dream to becoming independent of humanity. To not worry about the human souls attacking them. To not worry about monsters who broke code and went after humans. A chance. A possibility.

It was very likely that Queen Toriel would talk of the core to the human woman. Gaster had no idea if she spoke of the one Underground too, but the core in every aspect of it’s creation was about hope. Hope . . . would be a lot less dim than in some terrible mountain prison.

“Grampy Gaster, somebody’s coming.”


Oh. Gaster winced. Oh great. “It’s Papyrus.”

“Father! Papa?! Are you working in the core? I know the core, I can help!”

Gaster wasn’t really working on it right now, more of a curiosity. But? “Could you go inside to my room, and get the device in my bottom drawer? It’s labeled S.C.”

“Yes, Papa!”

There. Gaster could have just teleported for it, but Papyrus wanted to help with something. “Let’s take a measurement.” The shattered usually received that name not only for seeing across time and timelines . . . but because they could be at several places at once during them. But it appeared as if the majority of Frisk’s mother had chosen to keep her presence right there.

Inside the House . . .

Papyrus went to Gaster’s room, going toward his bottom drawer and seeing a journal and a device labeled SC. He picked it up. As he left, he watched Sans coming from Frisk’s room. Quite relaxed. He swore Sans’ bones had lost an inch. “Brother? You look great,” he said. “Did you tell her how you felt?” He nodded. “And she had similar feelings?” He nodded again. “Wonderful!” That was great news.

Out of that whole mess, it was good to see Frisk actually got a little happiness too. “Now remember. Relationships take work.” Sans nodded. “I know you don’t like to work, but if you want to keep Frisk, you need to put in a little more than usual.”

“Oh. I’ve been putting in work.”

“Good to hear. Are you putting in good work?”

“Great work.” Sans stretched his body.

“Good!” It looked like Sans would be okay after all. “Keep it up.”

“Trying. It’s a lot of work,” Sans said, gesturing into the room. “Not used to so much work. Way worth it though. Just need more practice.” He chuckled.

“Hard earned work will take sweat and tears, but it is well worth it for happiness,” Papyrus said.

“Yeah. Sweat. Definitely.” Sans gestured downstairs. “Getting food. Need to recharge. What are you doing?”

“Getting something for papa.” Papyrus held it up toward Sans. “It’s labeled SC. I’ve never seen it before. He was always such a genius, who knows what vast mysteries it could hold?” He waved at Sans and headed back downstairs. “Keep up the good work, Sans!”

Sans chuckled. He saw Frisk stick her head by the door. “What? He asked about work.”

“Innuendoing with your brother while I’m behind the door naked is not funny,” Frisk warned him as she reached for the sensitive spot on his rib cage she had discovered. “Damn it, Sans, where are my clothes?”

“Hey, it’s not my fault you took a long nap afterward.” He pulled Frisk closer toward him, then felt her pull back.

“Sans!” She yelled at him, covering herself back up in the bedroom.

“Aw, come on. Nobody’s coming. I can feel another skeleton.”

“Well, I can’t.”

“Nope, and now not ever.”

“Your puns are going way too high.”

“I think I’m keeping them strong and steady.” Sans grabbed her, hearing her give another little eek as he opened his room and twirled her in. He closed the door. “There you go.” He watched Frisk look around the drawers. “I just brought your clothes to my room. It’s got a better view. It smells better. And I’m not going to be walking too far with your clothes, Beautiful.”

“Should have known.” Frisk grabbed a top and some shorts. “You want to share a room again.”

“Always sleeping over there with you anyhow. Or sometimes I’m sleeping over there with you,” he joked. “I like being beside you at night. Whether we are sleeping together or just sleeping together.” However, Frisk didn’t seem as thrilled with his action or his words. “What’s wrong?”

Frisk reached into the drawer and looked at her clothes. “What are they even made of?” She lifted out a top. “Is it all just magic? Is it grass? Cotton?”

That reaction wasn’t good or bad, but it wasn’t what Sans had been looking for. “Mixture probably, with magic dyes from other monsters.” He watched as she picked up another shirt. “You lookin’ at that crap or you tellin’ me to beat it?” Now, he could judge that reaction. She didn’t answer and continued to remove her clothes. Leaving him? Bitter. “Frisk Carlisle, what the hell is this?”

“I never said I was moving into your room,” Frisk said. “We had one date.”

“Tcha, and a little more.” Sans grabbed one of the shirts he held and put it back in the drawer. “Why don’t you want to stay in my room? We already live in the same house, human.”

“It’s not the same as a room.” Frisk didn’t reach for her shirt again. “I’m sorry. I love you, and I wanted comfort, and you weren’t complaining. But. Same is room is like . . . is like a real house.” Now, she reached for her shirt. “I’m not messing around on you, Sans, but I just . . .”

Ah. Sans scooped up a shirt. I got it now. “Getting used to a brand new world, without the same ones ya used to have.” And I have to be fucking careful or I’m going to lose her. “Not looking for husband material for once.” With everything that happened to them, once Frisk knew of his returned love, she grabbed onto it for all it was worth. That’s what the determined do. Find a source of support.

He handed it back to her, being nonchalant as ever. “It’s fine. Just an idea. No biggie thing. I don’t mind. Just.” Don’t go to Blaster. Don’t go to anyone else. “Just an idea.”

Frisk held the clothes close to her. “We lost everything. I just. I’m scared to move on like that again.”

“I get it. It’s cool.” Sans grabbed the rest of her clothes and closed the drawer. “You wanna use me for your own sexual escapades, that’s okay by me. Not gonna complain. I know how to work hard,” he teased her. “Sometimes. Practice makes perfect. We’re at least gonna date though, right?” Give him some kind of opening.

Frisk smirked at him and then gave him a hug. “It’s not rejection. Don’t take it that way. I just want to move differently. If it’s confusing, we can just date?”

“And skip the sex? Hell no, I can deal with confusion,” Sans said to that thought. “Regular relationship for a bit. Kay. Totally can do that. Are we doing dates first and then sex, or are we combining the two? ‘Cause a two for one is easier on the workload. And this takes some work.”

“Sans,” Frisk chuckled.

“Not that I’m complaining. I like this kind of work. I already told Papyrus that.”

“Sans!” Her delightful smile pair with her eyes and her playful push.

He scooped her up, not being able to help himself. She might want to play playful dating for a bit, but he already knew his destiny. Her. No matter what had been taken away. She was always his future.

The Core . . .

“Why’d she choose one spot? I mean yeah, more power, but it’s limited. She’s been stretching just to get Underground from here.” Gaster heard Papyrus knock on the door of his lid. He came over and opened it up. “Oh. Thank you.”

“Your device,” Papyrus gave him it. “What does it do, Father?”

“It’s a sandwich cohesivator,” Blaster told Papyrus. “It cohesivates sandwiches.”

“Oh.” Papyrus pointed to it. “I thought perhaps it was some kind of soul contraption.”

“It is some kind of soul contraption.” Gaster looked toward Blaster who shrugged. He looked toward Papyrus. “Thanks for your help. Son.”

“Yes, no problem! I will be right out here, just standing right beside the core out here, if you need any more help!” Papyrus insisted.

Fantastic. “Okay.” Gaster closed the lid back up and went to the corner. She had been very communicative in the past, but he was not her daughter. Hopefully the soul contraption made it easier. It was better to know what was going on with Sans and Frisk’s future family, then wait for destiny to pull something tragic. If he or Blaster could help in any way, they would. “Josephine Carlisle?” He took the area’s temperature. “It’s off the charts, like I thought.”

“Hey? Hiya, Lost Girl and Lost Nephew’s Momma. Well, more like Momma-In-Law for the second,” Blaster said. “Can we have a word with you about your future grandchildren? Wait, that’s rude. Present, Past, and Future is all the same to you. Can we talk about your grandchildren?”

Gaster kept it focused. No increase. No communication. Perhaps the most simplistic of words? She had been throughout time, surely she knew all dialects where she had gone. However, using the simple human language of her daughter might get them farther. “Help. Daughter. Grandchildren.”

“Double willed?” Blaster tried too. “Come on, where’s your determination here?”

“She isn’t going to talk to us, she’s only going to notice her only daughter’s presence,” Gaster said. “That or Sans or Papyrus’. That is who she helped.” There was little choice, and Papyrus was just outside. He went back over and opened the lid.

Papyrus was right there now, sitting right by the lid. “Do you need something else, Dad?”

Gaster talked to him about Frisk’s mother’s presence and he came down to try as well. With little success.

“Before we really met Frisk as older, we would feel presence,” Papyrus admitted. “Sans and I. However, it was not always easy to get any kind of communication. Sometimes it would. Most times it wouldn’t. To make it talk, the best best is Frisk. However, why do you want to talk to her?”

“Just confirming a theory,” Gaster remarked. “Blaster, turn off all parts to the machine. We should let Frisk see if she can reach her.”

“Even the experimental air blower?” Blaster complained. “Aw. I like that. It’s like being pampered by the air and temperature.”

“Frisk is probably sleeping,” Papyrus reminded them. “It is late. Sans and her already had a date.”

“A date?” Nobody told Gaster that. “They aren’t friends anymore?” Moving to the next level so quickly? No doubt Blaster must have said something that triggered Sans to do that. “No, we should definitely get her then.”

“Why?” Papyrus asked. “Are you hiding something?”

‘Nuttin’ except the fact the kids you knew are somehow wholly shattered through time,” Blaster blurted out.

Oh! Gaster looked back toward Papyrus. “We have reason to believe that Frisk’s first set of children were simply unborn, and that it’s this time that maybe more to the specifications of their birthing time. We also believe that there may be a tremendous event set into motion that will split them up into different timelines. However, speaking with Frisk’s mother is the only way to get those details.”

“Oh.” Papyrus nodded. “You believe letting Sans and Frisk know this will screw something up in the meantime?” He saluted his father. “I understand! All we need to start with is getting Frisk down here to hold Josephine Carlisle’s attention. Once we have that, we should be able to have her come out and ask our own answers.”

Inside the House . . .

Papyrus knocked on Frisk’s door. “I know it is late, Frisk, but I have a duty I need your help with?” He knocked again. He watched Sans poke his head from his own room. “Is she in there?”

“Sure. We’re just playing Go Fish,” Sans said to him. “What do you want her for?”

“Father and Uncle want her.”

“Go Fish,” Sans answered back. “Do you have a Sturgeon?”

“Sans!” Oh his brother sometimes. He was still in a wonderful mood, and that was great, but now wasn’t the time for fish jokes. “Uncle Blaster is bad enough with eating fish. He doesn’t need to learn fish joking from you. Now, we need her to connect to her mother.”

“Momma?” Frisk stuck her head just below Sans’. “What about momma?”

The Core . . .

“Everything’s shut off.” Sans wanted to confirm it before he let Frisk on board. The Core was no place to play for a monster, let alone a human.

“Yeah, even the air blower,” his Uncle Blaster confirmed. They all went back outside and took a look. The Core couldn’t be more dark.

“Due to time things, it’s best not to know what we want to ask.” Gaster was truthful that much. “With as many times as I am sure you reset, you do understand that?”

Frisk nodded head head. “More than you know.” She climbed back up onto The Core. For the best results, they wanted just her in there, right in the location of the corner. They were convinced it was the place in time her mother’s presence had been the strongest. She went inside, closed the lid and moved to the corner. It was extremely dark, but as she moved to the place they described, she could feel it. Smack dab. “Momma.”

Her presence. She could feel the same kind of thing she felt as a child when she got hurt and her mother raced to pick her up. Frisk held her hand out to the corner. “Momma.” There was no answer yet. Then.

It will be okay.

“Momma.” She said something, she heard it. “Gaster wants to talk to you about something. I don’t know what it’s about, but please answer when he comes?”

It will be okay.

The voice repeated. Her mom was only minimally communicating. Gaster wouldn’t get any answers yet. “I miss you.” So Frisk might as well speak a little. “Do you miss me?”

It will be okay.

“Do you feel anything? Are you in any pain in your state?”

It will be okay.

“You’re not, are you? It’s closer to death. It is death. Your dead.” Frisk sighed. “No one knows a whole lot about the ones who fracture and never move on.”

It will be okay.

“You just keep repeating what you say. You won’t say anything else, like you programmed this moment in time to comfort me with those words. But I need more than those words.” Frisk let out a choked breath. “But I can’t anymore, because you’re dead. You just haven’t left yet. Your stubborn determination holds on.”

It will be okay.

“Gaster has something very important to ask you. Something that he won’t tell me because he doesn’t want to influence me or time or something,” Frisk said to her. “How is he going to get the answers, when your own daughter, at your strongest point location, can’t even get anything besides ‘it will be okay’? Momma?”

It will be okay. You can come and see me now.


The Lab . . .

“Location pulled back online,” Dodingo’s sister said. “Transmitting data.”

The Core . . .

“Whoah, whoah, whoah!” Sans was the first to try and reach for the core! It had been dead, completely turned off! Even the air conditioning wasn’t running, nothing could have turned it on! “Gaster!”

“Everything was turned off!” Gaster insisted as he tried to climb up with Sans.

The temperature of The Core were going off the charts. Sans was pulling magic out around himself so his own bone wouldn’t melt against the core. He shouted as loud as he could for Frisk.

The Lab . . .

“Data transmitted,” Dodingo’s sister said. She flipped her long red hair once. “Run the .magexe file.”

“Home!” Someone yelled. “We’ll finally be going home.”

“That’s right. You will,” She said. Back home to hell for you humans. “Fire.”

“You mean enter?”

“Same difference.”