Author's Note: I don't exactly have much to say in the beginning... Actually, I remember now! This story MAY OR MAY NOT be related to Undercross ;) It MAY OR MAY NOT be important to the future events that will happen in my Undercross multiverse but do keep in mind I will never directly state anything about Undercross here. UC is another story I made and that WILL be having a sequel soon so I recommend reading UC later (it's on my profile) and this story MAY OR MAY NOT have important background info for a certain character... _ *whistles innocently*
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Undertale or anything related to it (i.e., fan-made characters). I only own my OCs (there will be many) and the plot, along with my interpretations of Undertale characters.
PROLOGUE
Frisk hauled up boxes into the back of a moving truck. It was hard work but it will pay off when she finally moves to North America with her family. Her family. God, that's what is she is calling all her friends now. It's been years since she saved Asriel, allowing him to break the barrier and free Monster kind. That was, again, years ago. Frisk was turning 20 soon and she was 10 when she first fell down. Years since she met her favorite punny bag of bones. She laughed and smiled as she recalled her first meeting with the skeleton.
Frisk cautiously walked through the cold, ominous forest. The door leading to the Ruins had shut behind her, leaving her with only one option: forward. The air was freezing and she was shivering to the bone. She didn't expect it to be so cold outside the warm, just-right temperature of the Ruins. Goat Mom was so kind too and Frisk didn't even think of asking for spare clothes to embark on her journey. It was tough to convince Toriel to let her leave but she finally managed to… After a short battle that involved Frisk to dodge all incoming attacks.
She clung tightly to her sleeveless jacket vest. The green vest completed her rainbow look. She had a blue and magenta long-sleeved shirt, brown shorts, and orange socks. Her sneakers were a rainbow by itself. They were designed with a galaxy pattern and white soles. These were just the clothes she's had on her back since she fell down that giant hole. No. Since some idiotic bullies pushed her down the giant hole. She quietly cursed the meanest Spanish curses she could think of at the thought of those bullies. They only bullied and teased her because she was an orphan and because her haircut made her look like a boy.
She trekked along more. The path never seemed to end and it was starting to snow, making it even colder. She swore that her breathe was turning to ice the minute it left her body. Her teeth clattered and she stopped to look at her hands.
Big mistake.
Frisk instantly felt colder just because she stopped. She needed to keep moving to stay warm but still stopped long enough to look at her hands, like she intended to. The tips of her fingers were starting to turn blue from the cold and it hurt to move them around. Great.
She barely managed to put her hand in the same position it was before, clinging on to her vest. She continued walking until she reached something that looked like one of those ancient gate things from Japan. She barely gave the gate a second glance and continued along. A small bridge was built to walk across, being that a trench was under it, and she continued walking, shivering in silence.
She stopped at the sight of a wooden sentry station. From where she was standing she couldn't see much, mostly because she was near sighted and the bullies broke her final pair of glasses before they pushed her down. She saw what looked like paint cans, piles of paper everywhere, and someone sitting behind the post.
Frisk approached the sentry station cautiously and managed to get close enough to identify the monster sitting behind it. It was a skeleton wearing a blue fur-lined hoodie, and it looked like it was drawing something on a piece of paper but it didn't notice Frisk standing there, shivering. She moved closer to it until she stood directly in front of it and saw what it was drawing.
It was a beautiful painting of the sun setting over the frozen forest with the stars coming into view. Strange for a monster to know what the sun or a sunset looked like. She marveled at the painting and looked around the post. The surface of it was covered with color pencils, crayon boxes, different sized brushes, paint tubes, and everything an artist needed. She marveled at everything the best she could while freezing.
Another painting caught her eye. It was hung up on one of the station's poles with a pin and attached with strings too. It looked to be a painted family portrait of the skeleton monster and another skeleton. A taller one.
"you like it, huh?" The sudden voice made Frisk jump a couple of inches away. She saw that the artist wasn't painting anymore and was looking directly at her.
"Y-Yeah." She managed to slip out those few words. It was hard to speak with her teeth chattering and her body shivering. The skeleton gave a warm and friendly smile to her direction and she barely smiled back. It was hard to move her face that was frozen for so long while she was walking. Also, she had to try hard not to speak in Spanish since the skeleton spoke to her in English.
"hey… you look cold there. need a hand?" The skeleton was offering Frisk help! She couldn't believe it. Actually… She kinda could, since Toriel was so nice and welcoming. Though… There was Flowey. How she hates that demonic flower. Frisk gave a weak nod and the skeleton proceeded to taking off his hoodie. Frisk panicked. She didn't want the nice skeleton to give up his hoodie just to keep her warm! Oh, she feels terrible now. The monster flung his hoodie at her and she put it on without thinking. Seriously, she told herself she wasn't going to accept the hoodie but she put on anyways! Guess her body really is that cold.
The minute she put on the hoodie she felt warmer and it made her feel better. Now she won't freeze to death. Then she remembered her skeleton friend.
"Um… Aren't you cold now?" she asked slowly and quietly. The skeleton may have helped her but she still felt doubtful. Flowey didn't exactly give a good first impression.
"nah. can't feel it." The skeleton started to stand up from his chair in the sentry station, "name's sans, kid. comic sans." Frisk nodded and took note of that, making sure she remembers the name. She had so many questions to ask but the skeleton slipped and fell into the snow. He had tried to grab hold of one of the poles but it didn't help. Frisk stumbled back and looked down at the skeleton that had face planted into the snow.
Sans gave a thumbs-up sign and started to stand up, "yeah. note to self: don't make ice as your floor." He patted himself down to get all the snow off and turned to Frisk, "heh. ice to meet you, kid." The skeleton was smiling.
The kid instantly started to giggle. She tried to keep her laughter in but it was like a battle against time. Her giggle started to turn into a real laugh and it kept going. Sans chuckled too, he seemed a little embarrassed though.
Frisk's time in the underground was the best experience in her entire life. A chance to start over is always accepted. Actually, speaking of Sans, Frisk wondered where the little skeleton was. He was supposed to be helping her with the boxes but wasn't here all morning. This simultaneously worried Frisk but also made her annoyed. He never was a lazy bones, though sometimes he could if you count the days he wants to do nothing except draw.
She put down the box she was holding next to the others and walked down the dirt path leading to the main house. Since leaving the Underground, Frisk managed to save money to buy a finca in the mountains in Colombia. She always loved the outdoors and countryside more than the big city. It also reminded her of how the Underground was.
Frisk opened the screen door and then the real door, wiping her black boots on the scratchy matt, and proceeded to check the house for the skelebones. She swapped the first floor, checking every possible hiding place and under every piece of furniture, before heading to check the second floor, which was Frisk's and Sans' bedroom. She did the same there but still found nothing.
She took out her phone from her pocket and called Asriel. After waiting for him to pick up and listening to the most annoying ringing, he finally picked up, "Hey sis. What's up?"
"Asriel, do you know where Sans is?" asked Frisk. Full name, not good.
"Uh… No…?" hesitated Asriel. He knew whenever Frisk used his full first name that she was either annoyed or worried. Okay, maybe also when she's serious, deadly serious.
"Asriel…" demanded Frisk.
"No seriously! I haven't seen him all day, I swear."
"Strange. I can't seem to find him anywhere in the finca."
"Uh… Have you checked the oak tree?" suggested her brother.
The realization hit Frisk like a brick, a BIG brick. "Thanks, Azzy." Of course! If Sans wasn't in the house, he'd probably be drawing by the huge oak tree downhill on their property. He always liked that tree for some reason, probably because it was the first thing they saw that made them want to buy the property. The memory made Frisk smile fondly.
She walked downhill until she came across the gigantic oak tree. Its many branches growing wild, all of them thick and strong, with the trunk standing tall, and its long roots growing freely. It was surely a sight for sore eyes.
"Sans? You here?" Frisk called out. She circled around the tree trunk and didn't find him there. A rustle in the leaves above her said otherwise. The human looked up to examine the leaves but then something suddenly fell out and almost landed on her if she hadn't moved out of the way quickly enough.
"Ay Dios mio!" The sudden shock sent Frisk into "Spanish Tongue" mode. That usually only kicks in when it's a sudden reaction. The words just slip out of her mouth but she was glad her mouth didn't slip anything worse.
On the ground in front of her was a relatively small skeleton (though he was almost Frisk's height), with a painted canvas next to him, a paintbrush in his hand, and several vials of paint that he caught in his other hand.
"well, that was unexpected. if i had a quarter for every time i fall, i'll probably have tree." said the skeleton as he got up and patted himself down. Frisk gave a low growl, just loud enough for Sans to hear how annoyed she was.
"oh hey, frisk." Sans gave a nervous chuckle, with an embarrassed blush on his face and weak wave. "uh… is today moving day by any chance?" The skeleton knew he was in deep water here but Frisk changed attitude and seemed to be calm. Probably too calm.
"Ya know what? I think I'll just let you finish your painting, ya know, antes que te mate." The way Frisk managed to get that out so calmly was scarier than her actually hurting someone. Sans had a moment to shiver and process that before she stomped off uphill, back to loading boxes.
"wait… are you serious with that?" asked Sans as Frisk almost disappeared uphill.
"Maybe, maybe not. Who knows?" she called back. She disappeared out of Sans' view uphill.
The smile she gave made Sans shiver even more. That smile… He knew it but it was from so long ago that… that he almost even forgot it, like how he forgets everything else. Man… Was it really that long ago that the now grown-up kid last chose genocide? Sans even forgot his worries of a reset and was a little skeptical now why she hasn't reset yet… Eh, she probably just loves him too much.
A/N: W-What?! Frisk x Sans? Isn't that a weird combo? Adult skele with human child? Well if you haven't figured it out by now, welcome to the Undertale fandom! We are so happy you joined us! Welcome to living hell!
On a serious note, why did Frisk smile like that? *le gasp* CHARA GET OUT! However, Frisk showed no signs of Chara-ness sooo... *shrugs* Sans is over-reacting, that drama king xD
But wait, there's more! This is only the Prologue! The real story hasn't begun yet! DUN DUN DUNNN! Also, I might just upload another chapter today so that the story doesn't seem like some one-shot...
AND YES! Frisk is Hispanic in this story, specifically Colombian. Don't ask why, I just chose Frisk to be Latina. The Monsters, though, don't know a lot of Spanish, which is why Frisk usually talks in English in Sans' company (same goes for all her Monster friends/family). Being trapped under a mountain for so long, the Monsters lost sense of Human language, other than English which was the most common one. Of course, you have Wing Dings, Monster language (I forgot the name I give it, lol) and even ASL, which Sans knows because why not.
Side note: I want you guys to figure out what AU this is, or if this even is an AU, I dunno. Maybe it's my own AU? Maybe it's one already created. Thinking about it though, you guys probably already know what AU this is...
Screw it, see ya in the next one guys!