A/N: Welcome….TO THE SEQUEL! This story is going to be mostly from Mackenzie's POV, but there will be chapters that are from Kitty or Jed's. (Yes, Jed is going to be a relatively major character.) Now, this is a long chapter, but there will be longer later on. And you may just see some people we miss. Welcome back to their world, now let us begin.

Mackenzie was screaming. She was screaming because it hurt, because there was dust everywhere, there was blood, and she couldn't move, but dear God she could scream. She tried her best to move, to get out of the seat that was encasing her. Momma wasn't moving in the front seat. Her eyes were open, but she wasn't there.

Daniel was dust. Oh heavens-

"Mack!" Daniel was sitting on her, yelling in wingdings. He spoke it every now and then to their parents, but that language was theirs. "Mack, are you okay?"

She jumped up, and tackled her five year old brother to the floor. He cried out as they hit the attic floor. When Mackenzie had found out she was going to have a brother, and her mom needed an office still, she decided to move to the attic. The guest bedroom was not something they could lose since people were over so often.

"Guys?" Her mom threw the door open, finding her kids on the floor. Daniel was squirming, trying to escape. Frisk immediately understood.

Someone had reset, and Mackenzie could remember what had happened. That was why Frisk couldn't reset anymore. She scooped up her kids, and hugged them tightly. Daniel couldn't remember, which was good for his already fragile body. He pulled out of the hug, and slipped out of the room.

"Mommy it hurt." Mack whispered.

"I know, baby. Game Overs are never fun. Listen…Why don't you and Danny stay home from school today?" Frisk looked at her daughter. Her birthmarks on her face had always fascinated Frisk, even if they caused her trouble. She nodded.

Daniel was more than happy to be told he was staying home, and immediately took Flowey out into the garden. He played outside, practicing his sign language for the Flower. Frisk and Mack were trying to make sense of their new memories.

According to the pictures on the wall, Sans had died when Daniel was one. It was very sudden, and everyone simply said it was because his one HP had finally caught up with him. Thing were fairly normal, now. Since Frisk was technically a widow, she decided to take a few days off work.

"FRIIIISSSKKK!" Kitty screamed, sprinting over towards their house. She was beaming. Behind her, followed Alphys and Undyne. The golden skinned girl had tears flowing down her face. She barreled into the kitchen, and threw her arms around Frisk.

"Kitty-"The teenager was sobbing. Undyne and Alphys followed her inside, looking incredibly confused.

"You're okay… you're okay…" She managed. Frisk hugged Kitty back.

"She's been crying all morning. We'd thought she would have stopped, but…" Alphys wrung her hands. "That nightmare must have really shacked her."

Kitty held onto Frisk, until Mack came into the room. She scooped up her goddaughter, and they hugged each other tightly. Frisk was watching them, and waiting. She was waiting until Undyne and Alphys left the room, until Kitty could stop crying long enough to explain what had happened.

Undyne left for work, and Alphys left with her, telling Kitty that she could miss school that day. The girl managed to breathe, and set down Mackenzie.

"What on earth-"

"It was Sans." She said, drying her eyes. "You…All three of you died, and Sans wasn't himself. He stopped making puns, he was… truly a broken man." Kitty sighed. "We didn't know what else to do, so… Sans reset. Gaster said he was shattered because of it." She sat down, and took a deep breathe. "We didn't know what it would do."

"Kitty…" Frisk hugged herself. Her son was laughing at joke that Flowey had told him. Sometimes, their friendship concerned her, but right now she needed to worry about Kitty and Mackenzie. Mack was sitting on the counter, her white hair hanging in her face.

"So, my dream wasn't a dream?" The girl asked, looking at Kitty confusedly.

"It was a memory, and from what Jed told me this morning, he remembers it too." She ran her hands through her long red hair. For being fifteen, Kitty was in excellent shape. Her body had taken on a leaner look, much like Undyne's, though her love of all things anime reminded everyone that Alphys was her parent as well. Her shirt was wrinkled, but was a bright red that had many weapons behind it, saying "It's Also a Gun."

"That's all well and good, but right now we need to adjust, figure out what exactly this reset brought." Frisk decided. "For right now, Mack, go take a shower. And give me that hoodie, it needs washed."

Mackenzie jumped off the counter, and ran upstairs, holding tightly to her hoodie. Frisk waited until she heard the shower running, and snuck upstairs to fetch it. Kitty stayed in the kitchen, still reeling.

She had woken up this morning, not in Hollywood, but in her room, in her home. Her mothers had woken her up with Millennium Falcon shaped waffles, and coffee, as if they did this every morning. Kitty had screamed, and started crying on the spot when she saw them.

She remembered growing up with them, she remembered when they tried to go to Hollywood by car, and got stuck on the side of the road for three days, while Mettaton and Papyrus came to rescue them. Kitty remembered watching her mother's anime collection with her, favoring the show Ouran High School Host Club.

Kitty's childhood wasn't full of glitz and glamour anymore. It was what she had always wanted.

"In this world, you were never kidnapped." Gaster said, appearing in the kitchen. "Your mother never lost hope, so Undyne never went looking for the people who took you. In this world, it was Mackenzie who was taken, and Sans went looking for her." He explained. Frisk had come back, wet from the bathroom.

"Don't." She snapped at Kitty. She had failed in retrieving that sweatshirt.

"So...My parents are still alive." Kitty laughed. She couldn't believe how well the reset had worked.

Frisk's phone rang, and she stepped out of the room. Gaster looked at his prodigy, and studied her. She was happier than he had ever seen her. He wanted to make his assistant, but Alphys would never agree to let her work for someone she couldn't see. He would have to wait until she offered herself the job.

"Well, Mettaton and Papyrus are going to be late. Papy has an awful headache." Frisk explained. Kitty nodded, and went to the living room.

Upstairs, Mackenzie was getting dressed. She had found some old basketball shorts that seem comfortable enough. She was still trying to understand that memory. The car was crunched, she remembered feeling the pain, screaming for help, but… here she was. Unscarred, unscathed, and alive.

Pulling her slanted striped tank top on, Mack decided that she liked the basketball shorts. She pulled them on, and they fit pretty well. The blue hoodie had been soaked during her fight with her mom over it, so she knew she would have to give in, and let it be washed.

"Hey Jude… Don't make it bad… Sing a sad song, and make it better." She hummed. Frisk knew she was singing about that damn jacket. She remembered when Sans gave it to her. He was cleaning out the attic for her, and he had accidently thrown it on to her. Mack had popped back up, the hoodie covering most of her. He had given it to her because it looked cute. She could remember that ridiculous that when he had seen her, swearing she could be related to Napstablook.

Frisk chuckled, and took her daughter's hoodie. "You'll get it back in a few hours." She promised.

"Lonely, I am so lonely…" She sang, sulking away. Mackenzie's refuge was the piano.

After Undyne had realized that this kid was musically gifted, she demanded that Frisk buy a piano so she could teach one of the kids. Mack sat down, and opened it up. She wasn't big enough to reach the pedals, (she had more of Sans' original height), but she could reach the keys.

Her favorite song to play was Fight Song by Rachel Platten. She had heard it one day, and fell in love with it. She tapped out the keys, and sang loudly. For an eight year old, she wasn't off pitch. She actually had quite the gift, seeing as she sang constantly.

Daniel was a stark contrast to Mackenzie. Where she was sarcastic to the point of being rude, he was loving and gentle. He loved cooking with Papyrus, and growing his own ingredients with his grandmother. Unlike his sister, though, he had no access to his magic.

Mack's magic was blooming in full force, while his was all that was keeping him alive. After being attacked two years ago, the parts of his bones that had not been healed, were held together with his magic. He didn't mind though. He was still happy, and wanted to forgive the people who had hurt him.

"Blueberry, I was thinking." Flowey said, breaking the silence. "Why don't we try to plant some golden flowers next year? I think Asgore will love it."

Why? He signed. Flowey had been reading up on American Sign Language, and he understood it pretty well, at least, since he didn't speak Wingdings.

"First of all, I'm a little partial to Golden Flowers." The skeleton laughed. "Secondly, they'd make a nice addition to the garden, I think." Flowey waited as he pondered. The boy thought long and hard about everything. Nothing could be left to chance. He had to be absolutely certain before he did anything.

Okay. I think Mom can help us get some seeds! Daniel motioned. He got up, and went inside. Flowey grinned. That kid was too trusting.

Later that day, Papyrus, Mettaton and their kids arrived. Jed immediately cured up on the couch, his overly large book in his hands. He loved to interact, but his books were more important.

No one knew much about his beginning. All they knew was that Mettaton and Papyrus had gone to a local orphanage to adopt a little girl. Jed had been playing with Alex, who was not his biological brother. Jed hadn't left his side, since Alex was the only one who could tell he needed a good place, so he refused to be adopted out without him.

Alex was an odd little boy. His father had been human, and his mother had been a monster that not many people knew about. He had orange-red horns, and crosses over his eyes. He was otherwise fairly human. The little boy was six, and he and Daniel were almost best friends. They spent so much time together, they may as well have been brothers.

Papyrus excused himself to lay down, as his head was still bothering him. Mettaton didn't know why, but he hugged Mackenzie longer than usual. The little girl was still grumpy without her jacket. Undyne and Alphys came in not long after. Undyne and Mack sat down at the piano, and began to practice.

The house was a blissful chaos, despite the hell that no one remembered.