((A/N: Howdy! Glad to have you here!I wouldn't normally out notes in the beginning of chapters, but since this is a new story I have a few things that need to be known:
-HEAVY SPOILERS FOR UNDERTALE.
-The protagonist in this story is nonbinary, and I reserve the right to correct people about this. If they wanted a male/female/other gender for them, they can write their own story. -They were almost 10 yrs old before they fell, and it took them almost an entire year to finish their "run." They also chose to stay with Toriel on the Surface.
-The protagonist, Sans, and Flowey all know about RESETs. How this will be acknowledged is later in the fic.
-EDIT: Seems my writing style changed about halfway through. Not too noticeable, but I'd thought I'd mention it. I changed what I could though.
…That should be it! Cheers~))
[The next morning, after the Barrier was shattered. Frisk and the Underfolk decided to wait for the sun to rise before they set out for a new life on the Surface.]
Frisk woke up to the dim lighting of their room and their adoptive mother gently poking at their face with a dulled white claw. The child weakly swatted Toriel's hand away and covered their face with a blue pillow from their bed while the other stifled a giggle.
"Come downstairs, my child! Everyone is waiting for you to get up!" Toriel whispered before leaving Frisk's room.
They rose up and stretched, prodding the carpet with their feet to find a pair of slippers before stepping out the door to their temporary room.
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After eventually reaching the end of the seemingly-eternal velvety stairs, Frisk was greeted with familiar faces surrounding a long wooden dining table and various "Good morning"s- to which the former responded with a sleepy smile and a yawn.
Feeling satisfaction that their greetings were adequately recieved, everyone eventually resumed their breakfast activities as the human child found their way to the table.
Seating themselves by a groggy Alphys and a somewhat-less-lazy Sans, they reached for a Cinnamon-Bunny ("The shopkeeper in Snowdin gave us a dozen of her special recipe as a gift for all you've done! Don't go eating it all at once, now!" Frisk recalled Toriel exclaiming) and managed to snatch some freshly-cut Crab-Apples before they disappeared at the hands of Undyne. Said fish-lady huffed but accepted what she nabbed nonetheless.
"gee, guess the apples you missed didn't make the cut, huh?"
"SANS! STOP PLAGUNG MY LIFE WITH INCIDENTAL PUNS!"
Cue howls of laughter.
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Nearing the end of the breakfast meeting, the question everyone subconsciously dreaded came to light.
"F-Frisk, do you really think other humans will… accept us?" Alphys, fully awake now, gurgled through her Sea Tea/Golden Flower Tea combination ("What? It tastes fine! D-don't look at me like that!").
Everyone stopped and the room suddenly went silent.
The child in question simply nodded after what seemed like some thought towards the questioner. They figured it shouldn't take much effort to let bygones be bygones- after all, the war was hundreds of years ago. There are different people, so why not forgive and forget?
"…If you say so, my child. I would not like for our introductions to go awry." The former queen chuckled at the child's optimism, excusing herself back upstairs to get ready for the first full day on the Surface.
Asgore followed, Frisk noticed.
Probably to try and reconcile again.
"…S-so, hey. What do you all plan on doing when we get to the Surface first? Hahaha…" Alphys laughed nervously, desperate to turn the conversation onto a lighter note.
"well, I, for one, plan on just hanging out. nuthin' too crazy," Sans replied nonchalantly. "just a change in location is all this is."
"Hey, that was my idea too! Glad we're on the same page there!" Undyne responded with a grin. "You know what?! I heard that humans have these things called "karaoke" from Alphy's anime! Maybe we can find one of those!"
"J-just don't get too excited! S-save your energy for more awesome stuff!"
"so… what you're saying is that we should… chill out?"
"SANS!"
Frisk decided to make the situation even more cringe-worthy by adding "ba-dum tss" in the silence that was needed to process the joke. Everyone that was left at the table shared a terrifying laughter and continued listing off ideas for their bucket list.
The rest of the conversation steered well away from the awkward realm as everyone soon left the room to prepare for what's to come as they return to the Surface.
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And this is only Day 1.
((A/N: Hopefully I portrayed everyone correctly hahaha
Anyways, thank you for reading! Hopefully this will give me a reason to revive this account jfc
So I guess this is my late Thanksgiving present for my American peeps? Yeah. That's what this is. Have fun with that.
EDIT: Plot is now a thing that exists. Disregard what I said about situation requests. Thank you~
Gsv olev lu z uznrob, gsv olev lu uirvmwh. Dszg nliv xlfow z xsrow zhp uli?))
