Hi everyone; I'm really excited for this story, and I actually have really big plans for it. I don't know how often I'll update, or how quickly the story will go, but if you're content with a simple high school AU, this is the fic for you. Hope you all enjoy!

Frisk's eyes opened to the familiar sight of a large bedroom washed in midnight blue; it was still night time. Sitting up and looking at the other orphans, blessed with a full night's sleep, she reached under her pillow to record the most vivid dream she ever had. When she felt the familiar leather of her journal underneath her fingers, she pulled out the worn book and flipped to the newest page halfway in. She unclipped her pen from the cover and started to write furiously.

I had just turned twelve, and it was that day. The other kids were being really nasty, but I couldn't cry anymore. I just wanted it to stop. You remember, right? I was looking at Ebott through the mirror again, except… instead of just going back to sleep, I actually snuck out and headed for it. It took me a few days before I reached the top; I was practically starving since all I had to eat were berries and nuts. Not that it would have mattered. When I finally reached it, I was looking down into this abyssal hole and stepped forward. I could feel myself falling. It felt good. When I woke up, I was on a golden bed of flowers…

…and we all stepped out, hand-in-hand. We all watched the sunset together. While they were talking, I thought about why I was there in the first place. Why I jumped in the first place. Why I suddenly felt so inspired and determined standing next to all my friends. One by one, they left until just the goat lady was there. She turned to me and asked where I was going after this. Obviously I had nowhere to go.

Frisk's pen paused, allowing her a moment to stare at the nearby kids. They looked peaceful. She grimaced and turned back to the page.

So, I said I wanted to stay with her. It was weird, my dream started breaking apart after that, but I can remember bits and pieces. Everyone seemed happy. Not just my friends, but everyone I met down there. Then I was in a bedroom, mine I think. She came into my room and put something on the floor, then closed the door. Then I woke up.

Frisk sighed and leaned back, finally letting her wrist rest; it was cramping up from all the writing. After putting the journal away, she pulled the covers back over her and stared at the grubby ceiling. It was odd; she could remember the scenery of that time and how beautiful it was, but she couldn't remember anyone's names or faces. Even their voices were absent from her memory; all she could remember was the concept of the conversations they had.

She closed her eyes. She probably just retained some memories from watching the documentary on The War earlier that day. What a silly dream…

The dream was completely forgotten in two weeks' time. Not only was Frisk bad with remembering dreams long-term (her dream journal was kept mostly to practice for lucid dreaming), but she suddenly found herself preoccupied with one of the biggest events of her life.

In her hand was the larger, warmer hand of a woman—her new guardian. Her name was Toriel Dreemurr, a strange name admittedly, but she was a kind woman. As they walked down the steps together, Frisk kept stealing glances at her, wishing she could stare forever.

She wasn't a particularly beautiful woman. She was older, perhaps in her late forties, and had the arms of a weightlifter. Still, her eyes were always big and bright and her wheat-blonde hair looked fluffy, like a cat's. Best of all, she seemed perfectly fine with Frisk's reserved nature. Frisk was never much of a talker—not because she was a recluse or introverted; she very much liked people, in fact—and Toriel understood perfectly.

On the drive home (a place to call home; what a strange concept!), they discussed what the house looked like, what the neighbors were like, and the matter of school. Toriel was an English teacher at Asgore's New School—a sneer formed on her face as she uttered the name—and questioned if Frisk would be interested in attending, or if she would like to attend Jefferson High School as would have been her original plan.

Frisk's cropped brown hair swished wildly as she shook her head; this was a completely new start! She wanted to start fresh, and it would be a comfort to know her new guardian was nearby. Toriel was visibly relieved to hear it.

That night, Frisk lay in bed, once again staring at the ceiling. She was equally as excited as she was exhausted; so much had happened all at once, and there was still so much to do. Stock the dresser, register for her freshman year of high school, meet and greet all of the new neighbors as Toriel wanted, and simply get to know her new guardian. Already, she could tell the woman was very worrisome, as a new mother would be. She felt herself smiling; it was a totally new setting and she had no idea how things would be from there on out, but in that moment, life seemed perfect. She closed her eyes, wished to no one that it could stay that way forever, and cleared her thoughts for sleep.