It had been 95 years since Frisk had arrived in the underground, and she was starting to get old. Becoming weaker and weaker, Frisk eventually died of old age.
Everyone of the underground was saddened as Frisk's soul hovered over her. A funeral was planned for Frisk, and would commence in a few days. After those days, preperation for her funeral had begun. Toriel prepared her body and put it in the coffin. After a few minutes of discussion between the crowd, espescially what would happen to Frisk's soul, Asgore spoke.
Asgore: Everyone please settle down. It is time for me to speak.
As everyone sat down, Asgore gave his speech, and everyone else of the underground did. Everyone mourned during it, but all the farewells were beautifully spoken. Suddenly, something strange started to happen. Frisk's coffin began to shake. Everyone was confused, but as something began to rise out of the coffin, it was Frisk, but she was a skeleton. Everyone was overjoyed to see her alive, with her soul coming to her and entering her body once again.
Truthfully, this was amazing for everyone, especially for Papyrus and Sans, since they are skeletons. Now Frisk could feel like true family to them. Not just friends or comrades, literal family.
Sans: hey kiddo. seems like you are a skeleton now. i'll teach ya everything I know about being a skeleton, kiddo.
Papyrus: OH MY GOD! THE HUMAN IS A SKELETON! THIS IS AMAZING! WHO KNOWS, SINCE THE HUMAN IS A SKELETON AND I AM, MAYBE SHE CAN HAVE HIGH STANDARDS LIKE ME!
Toriel: Frisk, I was so worried about you. Thank goodness you are alive and safe, my child. We will cherish this moment for the rest of our lives.
this fanfic is literal garbage, sorry if it is. I will continue it soon, though, if enough people like it.