Just a fair warning/ introduction to this story. I am writing what I want because I thought this was a good idea, and because after looking for things to satisfy my wants for an Undertale after-story, I never found anything that suited my needs/wants. If I ask for suggestions, then please, by all means, go ahead and say what you would like to see. If I do not, I will not hate you or refuse to respond to that or future reviews, just don't be disappointed if I don't do anything with what you said. The one other important thing I can remember at the moment is that this is not, and never will be, a "lemon". I don't dislike people for writing or enjoying stories of that nature; I just don't personally enjoy them myself at all and I avoid them. Now, with this long intro out of the way (sorry if this bothers you, I just wanted to say what I thought needed to be said), let the story begin…

Frisk

She waved to her friends for what seemed like – and what may very well be – the millionth time as Frisk walked away from the broken barrier. She did not rush towards her goal; savoring every moment of the long walk, stopping with a smile to read the texts sent by Toriel and Sans, talk with the monsters she had met (including one, very specific, totally normal talking snowman), or simply to gaze at the sights along the way. It still made her laugh to think of how little among the monsters knew that she was the human – or even a human for that matter – who had participated in freeing them from their centuries old prison. As she neared the entrance to the Underground in the Ruins, ideas came into Frisk's mind. "What if I called everyone here to make him see that they would accept him?" or "I'm sure I can talk him out of his stubbornness" were among the ones that came the most clearly.

"Maybe with just one more rese-"

She cut herself off there before finishing the sentence. "No. There will be no more resets. I made a promise, and I intend to keep it." Beyond Frisk's promise, she knew Sans was probably there as well, to make sure she didn't get caught up in the spur of the moment, and do something rash. Frisk stopped just before the doorway to collect her thoughts. "This is it."

With that phrase hanging in the back of her head, Frisk took a deep breath, and walked in.

Sans

Sans knew that Frisk would keep the promise she made to him in the Judgment Hall before meeting Asgore. Yet he still followed her back to the Entrance. "Just in case." He decided to give the two some privacy as they talked, like he always had. Except for that one time, but he had to know what happened by those flowers. There were times to watch, times to wait, and times to act. This was time for neither the former nor the latter, so he settled for waiting. He used this time to think about the past, and the future. All things considered, he was actually glad that he was the only one to share the burden of his memories. "Frisk doesn't know as much as she thinks. Good thing too. Those memories would tear her apart." Funny, tear was a great word for puns. Not only was it two words in and of itself, but it could be used in larger words, like terrible, for example. Although, he had already pulled that pun on Papyrus on more than one occasion. "Man, I should write a book. I could call it Of Paper and Puns. It would be tear-ible." Sans chuckled quietly to himself at that joke.

After a few minutes of silence and concentration (concentrating focused mainly on coming up with new puns), the kiddo finally came out of the room, same state as always. Tiny rivers seemed to leak from Frisk's eyes while she tried to keep calm. After all, the poor child was only nine, and even though she'd been through this countless times over, it wasn't easy for her to let go. Who knows, maybe she hasn't let go. Sans figured a hug would be appreciated, and spread his arms out. The force of impact knocked him off his feet, but luckily for the two of them, levitation was one of his specialties. After a minute or so of comforting the sobbing girl, he gently floated them to the ground.

"Geez kid, I don't think this sweater will ever quite be the same."

"Sorry Sans, it's just…"

"It's alright, I get how you feel. You tried your best, but some things just can't change."

Frisk

Once the sniffling calmed a bit, Sans asked Frisk if she would like to take a "shortcut" back to meet up with the others.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" That one phrase had haunted Frisk for a long time, ever since the first time she had managed to get this far. She didn't think it would ever stop haunting her either. "It's something I am going to have to live with, until either I can fix this, or…" Frisk decided not to finish that train of thought.

"Thanks for the offer, but I think I'd rather walk. Take some time to really calm down and organize my head a bit."

"Oh, ok. Mind if I join you?"

"Not one bit."

Most of the walk back to the exit was passed in silence, simply taking comfort in the presence of another individual who understood things. When the pair did talk, it was of Hopes – and yes, Dreams too – for the future.

"How are we gonna live up there? Are we gonna build a town for ourselves, or move in with the humans?"

"I like the town idea, I think humanity may need some time to get used to monsters reappearing. Hopefully I do a good job as ambassador."

"I'm sure you will."

"You think Papyrus will ever be able to cook a proper plate of edible food?"

"If I know my brother, and think I do, he'll be far too DETERMINED to stop trying until he either does, or we find some new hobby to distract him with."

"Let's hope we can find someone other than Undyne to teach him then."

"Agreed."

Eventually, Frisk and Sans re-joined everyone else, prepared to leave the Underground forever. There was so much excitement over this whole "leaving" concept that everyone just kinda stood there and talked about it for a bit before they finally took their first steps in a long time out into the great, big world above.

Maybe, just maybe, if Frisk didn't dwell on the past too much, she would find something better to do. Or at least something to take her mind off the one thing she never could do...

End of Prologue

I am so nervous about putting this out here, I almost don't want to. If anyone sees this and decides it may be worth investing a bit of time in, please comment/review with what I can do to improve my writing. Don't go easy, I can take a bit of constructive criticism.

~ Frisk Dreemurr

PS: This story is not self-insertion into the UT world, the reason I signed under that name is 'cause it's my social media name (steam/skype/gmail/etc.), so please don't hate me =^.^=