Frisk was holding hands with Toriel and Sans. She stared up at the path on the other side. It was where the barrier had once stood. Frisk saw a little ripple in the air, but disregarded it. She was too happy from freeing the monsters to she couldn't focus on anything else. Sans squeezed her hand gently, signalling for her to walk forward. She looked back at Asriel standing shyly next to his father, still a bit dishevelled from meeting his mother and father again.

Frisk was the first through the cave opening. The monster slowly followed her. As soon the monsters walked through, they cried out and fell to the floor in pain. Frisk whipped round at the sound of her friends, and when she saw them, they didn't look like themselves.

Souls were hanging out of their chests, but they weren't the monster white. They were brightly coloured and glowing. Fur fell and skin formed over bones. Frisk nearly screamed at the sight, until they stopped struggling in pain.

Toriel's soul turned green, Sans' cyan, Papyrus' orange, Undyne's yellow, Alphys' purple, Asgore's blue and Asriel's green like his mother's.

They were all human.

"Frisk?" It was Toriel's voice, but it didn't look like her. Sure, she had the same clothes, but she was not the same person. She had slightly tanned skin and brown hair that flowed down to her waist. Her brown eyes were looking at the child, wide. Frisk gaped at the sight of her, but her voice was gone.

"Uh, kiddo? You okay?" Sans' voice chirped from behind her. It came from a teenage boy with pale skin and bright blue eyes. His hair was so blond it was almost white. He pulled the blue jacket on his shoulders closer around himself.

"You're…" Frisk trailed off. How could she explain to the monsters that they were human now? They had hated humans, and now they were her kind. Why had they changed and she hadn't? Why had they changed in the first place? So many questions and comments were bursting through her head.

"We're human?!" Undyne shouted. She had kept her ginger hair and her ponytail, even her eyepatch. She had tanned skin with freckles dotting her cheeks. She was still wearing her leather jacket and holding onto Alphys.

Alphys was still short and a bit pudgy, with yellow hair tied up in a bun. She had kept her glasses and lab coat. She had shining green eyes peeking out of her glasses and looking sympathetically at her girlfriend.

Papyrus was helping Asgore, Asriel and a few other monsters stand up. He had ginger-blond hair that hung over his brown eyes slightly. He still wore his red gloves, scarf and body armour. It was definitely him, as it was the same smile.

Asgore was tall and large, almost like Santa. His had a short but full golden beard to match his scruffy hair. His green eyes were wide in surprise. His wore his purple and gold royal robes over his armour. His crown toppled off his head as he stood up because his horns weren't there to hold it up.

Asriel slowly hobbled his way over to Frisk. He was taller than her, by a few feet. He wore his green and yellow jumper and a pair of grey jeans. He had dirty blond hair that was curled in tufts. His green eyes were looking around at all the monsters-turned-humans.

Frisk was still standing in shock. She looked over all her friends, who had crossed the line from the broken barrier with her. She looked at where the barrier had once stood and she finally noticed the ripple of magic in its place. She saw it shine from the light refracting off of it. She slowly walked over to it, and saw the soft colours of the original human souls. She gingerly placed her hand on it, afraid that the magic would swallow her whole.

The coloured light pushed into her hand, her body eagerly taking in the magic that was buried there. Frisk gasped in pain and shock and stumbled away from the wall of magic. The colour was gone. She looked down at her now aching hand and saw it glowing every colour of the rainbow.

She vaguely heard her friends calling for her behind her. She spun around, still staring at her hand. Her friends, that no longer looked like her friends, were all looking at her concerned. She noticed Sans moving closer, but her mind couldn't really acknowledge his presence.

So many voices that definitely weren't her's were coursing through her head.

'Why are we still here?'

'Why didn't you let us go?'

'We just want to be free.'

These phrases were soaring through her head. She couldn't hear herself think, and she couldn't hear her friend's concerns for her. Frisk collapsed at all the overwhelming feelings. The voices slowly faded away when she fell to the floor. Her head hurt, but all she could focus on was the glow from her hand. She drew her attention away from the multi-coloured light, and dragged her eyes up to Sans who was leaning over her.

"Frisk? Kiddo? C'mon, say something." Sans gently placed his hand on her arm, shaking her slightly. Frisk raised her hands to her head, covering her ears, attempting to stop the voices and ringing echoing around her head. She screwed her eyes shut and gasped slightly.

"Frisk, c'mon buddy." Sans softly gripped one of her hands. He immediately felt drained, tired, and nearly fell asleep on her. He pulled his hand away straight away and immediately felt better.

"Sans? What's wrong with the human?" Papyrus demanded from behind them. His voice was filled with worry.

"Please, kiddo. Talk to me." Sans whispered, ignoring his brother behind him. Frisk stirred slightly and her eyes fluttered open.

"S-Sans?" Her voice was weak, and she looked up at the ex-skeleton in front of her. Sans sighed, and pulled away a little bit, but didn't let her go.

"What happened then, Frisk?" He wondered, keeping his voice low, scared of hurting Frisk's ears. He knew that sometimes she could have a sensory overload sometimes, and guessed now wouldn't be the best time for it to happen.

"Voices." Frisk mumbled quietly.

"Voices? What do you mean?"

"In my head. They were scared. Angry."

"Kid, do you know who the voices are from?" Frisk looked up at where the barrier had once stood. She raised a hand up to it, pointing at the small glimmer of magic that was still there.

"The human souls. Trapped in magic. Now in my head."

"Kid, what do you think this means?"

Frisk shook her head. She had no idea.