Welcome comrades to the beginning of something great! I like most of you have probably played an amazing game by the name of Undertale! Wowed by how great it was, I couldn't stop at just playing, I had to create something for it! First it was fan art, and now it's this, my take on what could happen after the end of the true pacifist run! Anyways, enough of my rambling, let's get on with the fic!

Dead eyes watched as a loud clap of thunder illuminated the black stormy skies that roared above their head. They pulled their legs up to their chest and wrapped their arms around them tightly as they sat huddled in their small tidy room. The walls were bare of any sort of posters, pictures, or paintings, and the one dresser in their tiny room had no knick-knacks of any kind sitting atop it. The room was incredibly void for a twelve year old, Spartan like honestly, just like them apparently.

The walls, like them, couldn't block out the sound of shouting that raged above the violent storm above….

If only the storm could drown it out….

Alas, it never did before, so why would it now. Their grip tightened while their gaze stayed fixed on the window as the screaming intensified. It wasn't like they weren't used to this, like this wasn't an almost nightly occurrence. They were just biding their time waiting to find out how this night would play out, father or mother? Who would be her tormenter this time?

A bang that put the very thunder that shook the skies to shame exploded into being as their door was practically kicked in. Heavy breathing and footfall could be heard approaching while a sad smile spread across her face coupled by the tears that dripped down their cheeks.

Looks like it was father this time.

The sound of their own screaming is what ended up waking up Frisk as tears welled up. Ragged, shallow breaths followed as Frisk clutched the covers in their small hands trying to calm themselves down, but it seemed like that was impossible. The harder they tried, the more the calm they so desired slipped from their grasp. Not even a few moments later their door slammed open and their fear spiked, for a moment they thought they were back in their own personal hell, but with a quick turn of their head they saw that wasn't the case. Standing in the doorway was none other than her mom, Toriel, with a look of intense worry etched onto her face.

"Frisk! What's wrong my child?!" she yelled as she dashed over to their bedside.

Frisk weakly held out a shaky hand towards her before Toriel scooped her up into a loving embrace. They hugged her back tightly as they fought to regain control over her breathing, burying their face into Toriel bosom. Slowly but surely, Toriel's warm and calming aura helped Frisk pull herself back under control and their breathing returned to normal. Frisk let out a long sigh as they sat back and wiped the tears from their face before looking up at her mom and giving her a small smile to let her know they were ok now.

Toriel returned the smile, but she was still worried. This wasn't the first time that Frisk had woken up screaming and shaken in the month that they'd been up on the surface. It happened at least twice a week most of the time, and easily the worst week it happened every night.

"Feeling better my child?" Toriel said sweetly as she slowly rocked Frisk back and forth in the early morning.

Frisk nodded their head and whispered a quick apology. They hated to worry their mom like this, but the nightmares wouldn't stop. The fear that they would come back….honestly to them it was a very high possibility. They didn't want to go back, but….if they found her then they'd have no choice. So until that inevitable day came, Frisk was going to enjoy living and playing with her new family.

"Oh my child," Toriel chuckled, "No need to apologize to me. I'm your mother, it's my job to worry about you. Now since you're already up, why don't you brush your teeth and get dressed before coming down for breakfast. Remember we have school later on, and everyone is coming to wish you and me good luck."

Frisk sighed and scrunched up their face. They didn't like school before, and they weren't going to like it now. They glanced over at Toriel as she walked out of the room and a small smile graced their face. At least having their mom as a teacher would be nice, but that was probably the only thing they were looking forward to at school. They would rather do more work helping the rest of the monsters integrate into society. Being the monsters ambassador was tough work, but at least it kept them busy.

Frisk slid out of their bed and sauntered over to their bathroom, quickly brushing their teeth and washing their face before returning to their room to change out of their pajamas. After a few minutes rummaging through their drawers and then getting dressed, Frisk emerged dressed for the day.

Though they still had their favorite striped sweater, it had been replaced in favor of a white tank top covered by a purple jacket that was like a smaller version of Sans' jacket, a gift from the skeleton himself that he gave them him a few weeks ago. Black tights covered by blue shorts and black combat boots, another gift they got from Undyne also made up part of their attire. Finishing it off was a red scarf, obviously a gift from Papyrus, and a white headband that had little horns on it, a gift from Toriel.

Satisfied with their look, they left their room and hurried down the stairs and into the kitchen where they saw their mom cooking breakfast. Toriel looked up at Frisk and couldn't help but laugh.

"You've become awfully attached to everyone's gifts haven't you?"

Frisk nodded quickly before going to sit at the table and wait for breakfast to be served. The two made small talk about how the day at school should go, even though Frisk still didn't really want to go, until there was a knock at the door. Toriel glanced over at the door, and then back at Frisk who was bouncing excitedly and smiled.

"Why don't you go answer the door dear? You look like you want to be the first to greet everyone."

Frisk nodded and dashed over to the front door, snickering and bickering being heard from behind it as they approached. They swung the door open and smiled wide as they caught sight of their friends. Sans' and Papyrus were bickering as usual, Alphys and Undyne were talking about some anime, and Mettaton was just standing there looking beautiful. Frisk greeted them with a silent wave and beckoned them inside.

"Hello there darling! How are you?" asked Mettaton as they began to enter the house.

"Fine," Frisk whispered as the robot passed by.

"Hey Frisk! Happy to be going back to school?" questioned Alphys.

Frisk just scrunched up their nose much to everyone's amusement.

"Hahaha! Sucks to be you kid!" chuckled Undyne, "We don't have to go to school! So hurry up and get back so we can start training you into the ground!"

"Maybe it's because you're so old…" muttered out Frisk so low that only she could hear it.

"FRET NOT HUMAN! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, AM CERTAINT THAT YOU WILL DO FANTASTIC AT THIS SCHOOL YOU SPEAK OF! MAYBE IT WILL TEACH YOU THE ART OF PUZZLES, BUT NOT AS GREAT AS I COULD!"

Frisk couldn't help but chuckle at Papyrus' enthusiasm, and they promise that they will come make puzzles with him later on.

"You don't have to entertain him Frisk," sighed Sans, "With school, training, and puzzles together you might make yourself….bone tired."

Though most of the people in the room groaned at yet another one of Sans' puns, Frisk and Toriel couldn't help but laugh. Sans chuckled and tousled Frisk's hair,

"Man, I've ruined your sense of humor kid."

Frisk chuckled and replied with a soft voice,

"It's ok. I love your jokes a….skele-ton."

Everyone groaned in annoyance while Frisk, Sans, and Toriel all shared a laugh.

"Oh come on now, breakfast is ready and we don't have much time before me and Frisk have to depart for school."

Everyone nodded and made their way to the kitchen where they all sat at the table and began to partake in the delicious meal that Toriel had made. Conversations were flying left and right ranging from cooking to anime, and the entire time Frisk sat with a small contented smile on their face as they ate their breakfast. They loved days like this, where all of her closest friends got together, shared a meal, and laughed. It was one of her favorite things in the world, but as much as they tried to immerse herself in the atmosphere they couldn't shake the feeling of dread that was slowly eating their insides.

Something bad was going to happen today, Frisk knew it, they just didn't know what. Or rather, they knew what could happen, and were hoping beyond hope that that one thing didn't happen. The small smile that had graced their face had slowly faded and been replaced by a worried frown.

"Hey kid. Why the long face?"

Frisk turned to see Sans looking at them with a curious gaze, large smile forever present on his face. Frisk contemplated telling him their worry, but didn't want him or any of their new family to know of their old one. So Frisk just whispered,

"Nothing just thinking about school."

Sans looked at them silently for a moment, his eyes probing for any answers he may find on their face, before closing them and replying,

"Don't sweat it kid. It's just school, it can't be that bad."

Frisk nodded in agreement and went back to eating as Sans rejoined everyone in conversation. Ten minutes later it was time for Frisk and Toriel to leave. Everyone got up and walked with Frisk and Toriel to the door wishing them farewell. The two waved back at the group before they began their walk through the forest to school. The two walked in a comfortable silence as they made their trek, breathing in the sight and scent of the forest before they made it into the city. As they walked Frisk tried to be positive about their first day into school. Hey, maybe it wouldn't be so bad, right?

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Frisk was wrong.

Frisk was oh so terribly wrong.

Frisk didn't like to fight, and rarely ever did they hate things. In fact, there were only two things on the planet that they hated, but school…..school was on its way to being added onto that list. The food was terrible, classes were boring and tedious, and the people….some people were meaner than any monsters. They could deal with the people being openly mean to their, but people being mean and whispering behind their back….that was more aggravating than anything. In all their classes, it was always that, ducking their head down while people whispered about how weird and disturbing you were for hanging out with and liking monsters.

Thankfully the day was over, and Frisk and Toriel were on their way home. Frisk let out a quiet sigh. They were happy that they got through the day, and nothing bad had happened. Maybe their gut feeling was wrong, maybe they were just feeling paranoid. Then that's when their life fell apart. She happened to glance across the street, and that's when they made eye contact. Their wide and terrified, with their astonished.

"Frisk? Is that you?"

Aaaaaand that is a wrap comrades! Well, that certainly was something wasn't it? It's stated in the game that people only go to for one reason, maybe Frisk's reason wasn't exactly…healthy. Anyways, drop a review and tell me what you think!

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