“I can really have it?” Frisk T. looked at his sister’s guitar. “I don’t know how to play the guitar. I don’t know anything except games.”

“Then it’s time to learn.” Frisky looked toward him. “You’ve miss a lot E, but I know you’ll be okay.”

“Yeah.” Frisk T. touched one of the young pictures his sister had out on display. “This is home.”

“Nope. Guess for you, but a lot of us don’t trust random humans,” Sans said out of the corner. Frisk T. watched him come over. “We’re just asking for trouble this way. It’ll be home for a bit, but once we get our bearings, we’re making new homes.”

“The future isn’t really known,” Frisk E said. “There is a future. That’s all we know.”

“And then once we get our bearings we’ll come back and kidnap girlfriends so we don’t lose them.”

“Sans,” Frisk E. said. That’s it, that’s all she said. What was that? Did she not like his girlfriend or something? He moved around Toriel’s place a lot, but he opened the door to look around. Lots of monsters were arguing about housing and water and food now. “San’s might be right. It doesn’t look like this will last long. He should get his girlfriend and split.”

“You heard him.” E. made a startled sound as Sans said that and lifted her up. “Where should we split too?”

What? What?! No way, nuh uh. He was missing something. He watched Toriel come back in. “Miss Toriel?” He went toward her. Man, she was so big. He’d never get over how much bigger she had been. “What’s going on there?”

“Nothing, Child.” Toriel moved over toward Sans, who instantly put down his sister E. “Sans. Don’t grab her like that.”

“She’s coming with,” Sans said. “We aren’t staying, but I’m not losing my girlfriend. She’ll find someone better if I’m not here to guilt her into remembering everything I did with her.”

Holy heck, it was true? “E? Did you? Did you and Sans?”

“Not yet,” Sans said. “I still need to con her into a first date.”

“It’s complicated,” E. said. “I know everything looks strange. It’s not the same anymore.” She tried to move down from Sans. “TV has changed. Games have changed. Media. Celebrities you once watched grew older, some retired. Life went on without you.” She went over and hugged him. “And your slightly younger sister is old enough to be your mom. I’m sorry about it all.”

T. hugged her back. He really didn’t know what to do. One minute, he was surviving Underground, and the next he was being brought into a world where he played Rip van Winkle for more than fifteen years. No mom. No dad. No  home. A new person who would take care of him. His sister going apparently with Sans. “I don’t want a mom. I don’t want you old like this, either. Nothing’s fair.”

“I did not start as mother to Frisk,” Toriel told him. “She simply called me Toriel for the longest time, until it merged until Aunt, and then finally Momma Toriel. And many monsters are going through the dreadful reality of how much time was lost. It may be better to stay here with us, so we can all find the correct track in life.”

T. looked toward E. “What about you? Are you going to leave with Sans and Papyrus?”

“No,” she insisted. “I wouldn’t leave you.”

“Yeah you will,” Sans said against her. “If you don’t, we’ll just take a shortcut and come get ya. Tingles all over saying even Tori isn’t going to stay here.”

“He’s right,” Toriel said. “All the monsters are back, but Rainier has been killed. Things will change and I don’t know whether it will be good or bad. Staying together and getting some kind of protection away from the humans is the best idea. It’s time for us all to find safe, new homes.”

“A new beginning for everyone,” T. said. Maybe that was for the best. Maybe living with monsters wouldn’t be so bad. He saw someone looking in the window. “Is that Asgore?” He looked at Frisk who was making a cutting motion against her neck while Toriel went and closed the curtains. Oh yeah. The murdered six children souls from the game and their tense relationship. That apparently wasn’t fake.

Papyrus kicked the door open more. “I bring food!” He came into the room. “Which was tough, our makeshift commissary is getting overrun even more now that- Sans!”

Sans was eating one of the Grillby burgers Papyrus brought. “Owed it. Helped save the world.” He tossed one to E. and to T. “Frisks get next Dibs.” He looked down at T. “You need to decide on a name. This whole two Frisks is dumb. If you don’t, I’ll just call you Iced Tea.”

Ooooh! “For the last time, My name is Frisk!” T. yelled. “She’s Frisco Eternity Nation!”

“Actually it’s Frisco Eternity Dreemur,” E said. “He’s right though. Now that it’s all over. I can put the name I carried onward for my father to rest.”

“So you shall be Frisco?” Papyrus questioned.

“No way,” E. said. “Never, never, never. I loved my mother but that was a horrible name. I’m going to be Frisky, with a y.”

“There’s no difference in the sound!” Frisk T. complained. “And it still sounds too similar to my name!” Gaw. “Don’t matter how much older you get, you still troll me like my sister.” Hm. He looked at Papyrus. “Hey, if she marries Sans, we will all be brothers. That’d be wild.”

Ha! His sister’s face was burning red, it was apparent she hadn’t even got that far with him yet. “T!”

“Little human brother. That’d be hilarious.” Sans came over to T. “You think you could handle that, Kid?”

T. stared at Sans. Damn, he forgot how big he was up close. Papyrus was twice as massive. Being Underground and seeing them was different. He felt like they were huge cement mixers at his sides there. “Maybe?”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t worry, Iced Tea,” Sans said as he patted his head. “Marriage and shit takes work, and I hate work.” He pointed out at Frisk E. “Only gonna do that if I screw up. Make mini-me’s.”

“Sans, don’t talk like that.” Papyrus looked down at T. “I think Iced Tea and us will be just fine.”

No! It was catching on? “I’m not Iced Tea!” He stomped his foot. “Look, E. has a bunch of pretty choices. She could be Dreamer Dreemur or Eternity Dreemur. Her middle name is already girly and pretty, but I’m not Iced Tea!”

Papyrus looked back to Sans. “Are you sure he was the one who played Pacifism in the game?”

“Yeah. The Iced Tea just hasn’t adjusted to the temperature yet. When it’s ready, it’ll taste better.”

“E!” T. ran right up to his sister and was surprised when she grabbed him and twirled him around in a hug.

“Whatever you want, T.,” Frisky said. “It’s a new life.”

“I can pick whatever name I want?” T. asked. “Really?”

“Anything at all,” Frisk insisted.”

“Fine.” He gave her the smuggish look he could come up with and crossed his arms. “Link.” Ha! Look at that face.

“That’s a weird name,” Papyrus mentioned. “What’s so great about that name?”

“You can’t be Link, that’s not fair.”

“You said anything.”

“But you can’t!”

“You stole my favorite name, I stole yours. I’m Link Nation.”

“Am I missing something?” Papyrus asked Sans. Sans shrugged.



“That’s not fair, the Zelda games are my favorite, not yours!”

“I like the name Link. Deal with it, Frisky.” He stuck his tongue out at her.

“But? Well, what about our game?” Papyrus looked toward Sans. “Saving the Underground, and the game containing our lives isn’t even her favorite?”

“Nah. If it was up to her, she would have played Ocarina of Time,” T. squealed on her.

“But that’s not-”

T. watched as Sans hugged her.

“Now, now. You’re Frisky. Let ’em have his name.”

“Link isn’t even a real name,” Frisky complained as she leaned against Sans. “Fine. Take the name.”

“Nah. I don’t want it. It’s not cool enough,” T. teased her before running out the door.

“Ugh! My brother.” Then, Frisky stopped, staring at the window. She said it softer. “My brother.” Oh, how she missed him. No matter what life threw at them, he was staying in hers. For the rest of hers.

“Hey, Sans!” T. looked over the side of the door. “What do you love more, a Grillby burger or my sister?!”

“Ah?” Sans didn’t answer that at first. “I don’t have to answer that, do I?”

Then, Flowey popped up by the door. “I think I found a new friend.” He tilted his flowery head toward Sans. “Which do you love more, sleeping or spending time with Frisky?”

T. laughed. “That’s a good one.”

“Out, out!” Papyrus went toward the door, trying to shoosh them both out. “This will probably be the only ever chance at happiness for him, stop trying to get him into trouble before they even date!”

Frisky smiled. Childhood. He could still have a great life. “I couldn’t have done it without you, Sans.”

“That’s true.” He wrapped his arm around her. “Just remember that whenever I mess up. Oversleep? I helped save the Underground. Forgot a date? Gave years to the Underground. Forget to leave Grillbys between meals? Saved the Underground by dragging Rainier’s half-dead corpse fast enough.”

“That’s good,” Frisky warned him.

“Embarrassed you with the wrong joke? I lost my trombone for you. And I loved that thing. Probably as much as you.”

Frisky bristled.

“I probably already messed up. Good thing I didn’t answer those other questions. Let’s remember, I helped save the Underground, taking years off the end of my life, all for you.”

What the hell did I get myself into?

“Nothing yet. I need at least a date to get there.”

“Don’t read me,” Frisky warned him.

” . . . I saved the Underground with you.” He chuckled. “I’m just kidding with you, Frisky. I love you more than a Grillby burger. And that’s saying a lot. You have no idea what that’s saying.”

Frisk patted his arm and relaxed. It was time to really live life now. Not be so serious.

And they didn’t come any perfect than Sans.