18 Year Old Female Frisk
Sexual Content Soon to Come
Post-Pacifist End Where Frisk Returned Home Instead of Staying With the Monsters
A/N: So I based Sans birthday when William Caslon IV had created his own sans-serif alphabet. Read bottom notes for more details.
/\/\/\/\/\
Frisk hummed as she looked onto a piece of paper with neat scribblings of a house address and the words "Toriel" above it.
It's been nine years since she had successfully released the monsters and they had now been living semi-peacefully with the humans as a few conflicts were noted here and there about racism from each, but it mainly worked out.
She smiled happily whistling as she rolled her suitcase close behind her. She had returned home after all the ruckus, to only find a note left behind. She frowned at the thought, but shook her head as determination filled her with hope.
Frisk lived nine years on her own as her parents seemed to still pay the bills while school was free and she'd salvage some of the free lunch for dinner and breakfast the next day, while every weekend she'd volunteer at the homeless shelter giving herself another free meal.
Frisk always thought of going back to her monster family, but her determination and pride always got in the way as she already told Toriel that she'd had places to be.
She stopped walking when she saw a familiar sign. "Grillby's..?"
Without even hesitating, she entered the bar to see the same regulars she's ever seen from the Underworld.
The first two to realize her entrance were both Greater and Lesser Dog, who quickly made their way to her while disarming themselves, but then they stopped a meter from her in uncertainty.
Frisk quickly set herself and her stuff in a nearby booth as she beckoned them both over, and they both seemed excited again.
This has caught the eyes of the rest of the customers and the grill master himself, as everyone else knew better than to sit anywhere the dogs could reach you.
"They're being pet.." Dogamy.
"(I wanna be pet, too..)" Dogaressa.
"Pet? Where?" Doggo.
"That's cute.." Drunken rabbit thing.
"They look like they're having fun." Venus fly trap thing.
She giggled before letting the two dogs down though they whined. "I can't pet you anymore. Remember what happened to your neck last time?"
Frisk got her stuff as the dogs reluctantly returned to their places, though the rest just started at her as she gave them all a pat on the head before actually heading to the bar.
She smiled at the man with the head of fire before changing to sign language. "[Could I have a burger, Grillby?]"
His fire seemed to hiss in appreciation and recognition. "[If it isn't the human from the Underworld. We'll continue when I bring your food.]"
She nodded happily when she was suddenly surrounded by the occupants of the bar. "You're the weird puppy, aren't ya?" Dogamy asked being the first one to speak as he was sniffing her.
Frisk laughed slightly nervous as she nodded her head. "(I thought I recognized your smell.)" Dogaressa stated slightly happy.
"You petted us." Doggo said in glee as he felt his head.
"Hehe, yeah. It's been a while, has it not?"
That was when Grillby came out with her burger and a bottle of ketchup along with some sort of drink.
"[It's on the house.]" Grillby signed before leaning on the bar counter. "[So where have you been all this time]"
Frisk answered out loud so everyone could understand her response in case they were wondering. "Well after we were freed from the Underworld, I thought it'd be best to return to my home before it all happened and finish school before coming back, so here I am." She chuckled motioning to herself. "I just hope Toriel and the rest aren't to surprised by my reappearance."
The human downed some of whatever beverage Grillby has given her and started eating the burger slowly.
"Actually, Sans is usually here around this time.." the bird monster who use to translate for Grillby thought out loud.
"Aw, is someone getting bone-ly without me?"
Frisk jumped when the seat beside her was suddenly filled with a short man wearing a blue jacket and- wait a minute.
"..Sans?" The human asked perplexed as she stared at him. He looked exactly the same.
The said skeleton turned to face her with his ever so chipper smile, despite what seemed to be a raised skeleton equivalent of an eyebrow to show slight confusion.
"Do I know you?" He looked her over and his smile grew a bit. "Tibia honest, it's pretty guts-y for you to come to a monster town."
Frisk laughed softly at the puns and the fact that he didn't change a bit before tackling him out of happiness. "Haha, it really is you! You haven't changed one bit!"
The married dogs chuckled as they all returned to their usual seats accompanied by Grillby, who's fire seemed to flicker with amusement.
"W-wha- Lady, I uh think you got the wrong sack of bones." He replied still shocked motionless as the light disappeared from his eye sockets and sweat formed on the back of his skull.
She hugged him tightly before getting off of him with one final giggle of happiness. "No, I definitely have the right lazy bones."
Frisk helped up the still shocked, though calmed down, skeleton before handing him her bottle of ketchup and finishing off her burger.
"I guess you wouldn't recognize me being older and whatnot.. it has been nine years since we last saw each other." She gave a small disappointed smile as she finished off her drink as well.
.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Sans accepted the ketchup and looked over to the woman beside him.
He had to admit that she did look somewhat familiar, though he couldn't quite lay a finger on it.
She had said that they had last seen each other nine years ago..
Nine years ago?
Wasn't that around the time they first made it to the surface?
But the only human he knew around that time- oh.
"Say, what did you say your name was, kid?"
She perked at the use of her nickname used only by Sans, who braced himself since she looked like she was going to tackle him again.
The human gave a huge smile (which was absolutely astonishing in San's mind) and responded with evident happiness in her voice. "Frisk. My name is Frisk."
Sans awkwardly scratched the back of his skull as he remember what she looked like as a kid and tried to avoid looking her over once again. "Well, you've certainly grown in many ways.."
Grillby, who was still nearby, quickly turned his flame towards Sans in a disapproving manner, immediately making the shorter one apologize embarrassingly.
Frisk, who seemed oblivious to it all, laughed softly. "Guess between us, I don't look much like the baby bones anymore."
Grillby seemed to find her joke amusing while Sans recollected himself and put a dramatic hand to his chest. "I beg to differ, I have a good hundred or so years on you."
Frisk looked shocked. She knew monsters aged differently, but Sans? He's over a hundred? Frisk suddenly felt bad for Papyrus.
She directed her attention to Grillby and started a signed conversation with him, confusing the skeleton. "[How old is he?]"
"[199 to be exact. His birthday was on March 6, but I guess each ten years is about a year on his bones. Each monster ages differently.]"
"And he's older than Papyrus?" She asked out loud gaining San's attempted interruption.
"That doesn't really matter, does it-?"
Grillby shook his head indicating that Sans was indeed the younger brother.
Sans sunk in his chair in slight embarrassment at being younger as Frisk laughed.
And goodness, it didn't seem like she was going to quiet down anytime soon.
/\/\/\/\/\
CONTINUING THE ABOVE NOTES
I based San's birthday year off of when William Caslon IV had created a sans-serif alphabet, because Sans had used a sans-serif in his serious speeches (or so I believe). It's just a theory that his comic side to him is nearly a façade as we know he owns a time traveling machine in working progress. So like there's all the stuff about Gaster as he's worked with Sans and Alphys way back when as suggested when talking to Alphys at the end of the true pacifist end, and known about Gaster from the two passing people who spoke of his incident. But anyways, I was debating on doing sans-serif or comic sans because comic sans was recently made in 1994 or 1995 then I thought of using dejavu sans which is used for his snoring (which actually might suggest him being all knowing and whatnot) but I couldn't find a date on it. So yeah sorry if this doesn't make sense cause I'm tired, but the meaning behind all this is that IT ISN'T ACTUALLY AN OFFICIAL BIRTHDAY ye. As for the month and day, they're random.
Please review, follow, favorite, and let me know whatcha think! Thanks!