Frisk yawned. It had been at least two months since all of the underground had come up to the surface, and as their ambassador, they were worn out. It was a tough job, but they could handle it.
They lived with their somewhat of a family; Sans, Papyrus, Toriel, and them. Undyne and Alphys bought a house together, across the street from where they lived. Asgore lived separately from the others, choosing to be solitary, and punishing himself by being alone. Mettaton and Napstablook lived a block or so away, but visited often. All of the others are scattered around, living peacefully with the humans.
"Good morning my child." Toriel called, coming into Frisk's room, sitting next to them on the bed. They smiled, and whispered a faint "Morning." back.
"Breakfast is ready when you want it. Better to eat it now though, Papyrus is going to eat all of it if you don't get there soon." She got up from the bed a walked off towards the dining room, and Frisk followed close behind, yawning.
"Hello, Human! We have omelettes for breakfast, but if it's not your taste, I have some spaghetti you can have!" The skeleton swiftly pulled up spaghetti from nowhere, and Frisk politely shook their head.
"Suit yourself!" Papyrus hungrily ate the spaghetti in under twenty seconds, and Frisk wondered where all that spaghetti went if he was just hollow bones. They decided it was best to not be thought about, shrugged, and moved on.
They tugged on Papyrus' scarf, and tilted their head, mouthing "Sans." It's not that they didn't like to talk, they just thought they only should when they needed to. Or just sometimes to work out their voice, they liked the sound of it.
"Oh, he's upstairs. Probably sleeping, just like usual..." He shrugged and continued to eat some more.
Frisk ate, and finished their omelette, and had some milk to go along with it. After they put their plate in the sink to wash later, they sat down on the couch to watch some TV.
Alphys had gotten them into anime, so they decided to watch one about some half-demon exorcist. Papyrus decided to come over and watch it with them, but got bored about eight minutes in.
He took out his laptop, and started gaming furiously, screaming something about killing someone with a scythe, and to stop trying to kill him.
"Bro, could you quit the yelling? It's starting to get on my nerves." Sans said, coming down the stairs groggily.
Papyrus took his headphones off his 'ears' and practically yelled, "What?" Then continued his gaming, without all the screaming this time.
Sans sighed. "Nevermind." He glanced around the room, blinking a few times to see straight, obviously just woken up from a deep sleep. "Hey kiddo, how's it going?" He chuckled, while Frisk gave him a thumbs up, smiling back at the skeleton.
"That's good." He patted them on the head, and walked towards the kitchen, where Toriel was washing some of the dishes. Frisk followed him, and pulled on her adoptive mom's clothes, saying quietly that they could take over with washing.
"If you insist." She smiled, and Frisk went over and grabbed their little yellow colored stool to stand on, still too short to reach the sink.
"Morning, Tori." Sans said, looking up at her.
"Good morning, Sans." She said looking back at him, smiling. Her eyes drifted back to Frisk, watching them work hard on scrubbing off all of the extra food from the dishes.
"Heh. The kid's sure working hard…"
Frisk kept scrubbing in the silence forming in the room, cleaning off another porcelain plate.
"It seems everyone has moved to another room! I shall come join the fun as well!" Papyrus broke the awkward silence between everyone, and made Toriel and Frisk jump, resulting in a loud crash as a plate fell, and broke in half.
"Geez, Pap. You sure do bring trouble." Sans snorted.
"I'm so sorry, human! I will help you clean up the mess! And Sans, I do not bring trouble, I bring happiness!"
"Bro, it was just a metaphor."
Frisk nodded their head, understanding it was just an accident, and cleaned up the broken plate in a few minutes, with just a broom, and some help from Papyrus.
They tapped Toriel, and asked if they had any bandaids around the house, not sure if they did, mostly because nobody got hurt a lot.
"Oh dear. Have you hurt yourself? Those plates… Maybe we should buy paper ones from now on." They said that the plate had scratched them, but it didn't hurt too much, and held up their finger, blood trickling down their hand.
"I'll go check. Wait here, okay?" Frisk nodded, and stood their holding up their finger, trying not to let it bleed so much.
"Does it hurt a lot, Frisk?" Sans asked pointing to their finger. "I can fix it up for ya, you know."
"I guess if you want to." Frisk shrugged, talking fairly quietly.
The skeletons eye glowed blue, putting his bony hand gently around their injured hand, getting a little blood on it in the process. The hum of his magic circled around them, as if they were in a bubble. Frisk laughed a little, his healing magic tickling their skin.
They then heard a door shut upstairs, assuming it was Toriel coming back down with their bandaid.
Sans' eye stopped glowing, taking his hand off of Frisk's finger, - which was now somewhat healed, only the small cut remaining - seconds before Toriel came back holding up a small bandaid.
"Oh? It's stopped bleeding already! Well, let's still keep the bandaid on it, just in case you accidently get any dirt into it. And no more cleaning dishes today, alright?
"Okay." They said smiling up at Toriel.
Sans started walking back towards the stairs, waving a hand back at the two, still in the kitchen.
"I'm going back to sleep. See ya later."
"Wait, Sans?" Toriel called back to the skeleton.
"Yeah, Tori?"
"Come back here for a second, would you?" He came back into the kitchen, and if he had eyebrows, he would've had a questioning expression of his face.
"Let me see your hand. Your left one."
"Uhh…" He hesitated, and then glanced at Frisk just so they would notice, and understand.
He held out his blood stained hand, and Toriel inspected it.
"Hm. Just ketchup I suppose." Toriel said letting go of Sans' hand.
Sans turned around again, heading back upstairs, winking at Frisk as he walked by.
"Well, since we have really nothing better to do, would you like to come help me pick up groceries, my child?" Toriel asked Frisk, smiling.
They nodded their head smiling, because they loved to help shop whenever they could, mostly because of their old abusive parents, who really didn't care whether they were covered in blood, lying dead on the floor, or standing next to them.
"Alright then. Grab your jacket Frisk, it is October 11th still too cold to not put at least a sweatshirt on."
They did, grabbing their navy blue jacket, and red scarf Papyrus had given them for their birthday, which was now on August 5th, the day they had brought the monsters up from the underground.
Toriel had gotten a driving license, so they got into her gray colored van, big enough to fit almost all of their friends in it.
Since Frisk was 11 years old when they went to Mt. Ebott, and they had their 'birthday' a little while ago, technically, they were 12. Old enough to ride in the front seat, up with Toriel.
They got to the store, getting interesting looks from the people around them. Mostly from people who had just moved to around here, or from tourists who thought they were hallucinating, insane, or seeing cosplayers.
Mostly everyone else though, had gotten used to monsters around town, and just looked at them the same as they would anyone else.
It was a Sunday, one day before they started their regular school week once again, and work at a different school for Toriel.
Sans had a part time job, but really never went to it, and surprisingly never got fired for some odd reason.
Papyrus was an extreme gamer, streaming a ton, and got donations occasionally.
Mettaton and Napstablook had their own channel on YouTube, and had over eight thousand subscribers already, in only one month's time.
Alphys was an extreme cosplayer, and actually a really good singer, and went to conventions a lot, getting prizes at cosplay contests. Sometimes just going as herself, with a lab coat on can win her first place for the 'amazing handmade monster skin'.
Undyne really didn't do anything, unless they really needed it. She could cook, and decided it was good enough for her.
Once the two were done grocery shopping, they packed up their bags of food, and drove back home, to be greeted by Papyrus on the couch, intrigued by some anime, screaming something about some guy named Alphonse, and that he looked like Undyne.
Actually, he did, in some ways.
They moved to the kitchen, carrying four heavy bags at once, setting them up on the lowest part of the counter, where they could reach.
It was around 3 in the afternoon, and they hadn't had lunch yet. Toriel heard their stomach grumble, and asked if they wanted some late lunch.
Frisk nodded, and Toriel opened the cupboard, pulling out a can of tomato soup, along with some bread and cheese from the refrigerator.
It was ready In about 10 minutes, and Frisk ate it hungrily as if they hadn't eaten in days.
"Well, I guess you were hungry." Toriel chuckled.
Frisk brought the bowl to the sink, and put some water into it. They also put their spoon in there with it, while throwing away one of the paper plates they had gotten from the store.
Frisk didn't do anything else productive for the rest of the day, mostly reading and watching going back and forth between the two. It was eventually 9:30, and they went to bed, getting tucked in by Toriel.
"Good night Frisk." She kissed them on the head. "Sweet dreams, my child."
And they drifted off into a good, deep sleep.