The sun rose on a peaceful day in New New Home, the scents of butterscotch and cinnamon mingling with the morning dew. A strange assortment of houses lined the neat, ordered streets, and to the north, a huge school took up half of the monster state. To the south, there was a huge rectangular building that looks like Mettaton in the distance. Could the monsters really have found peace and tranquility at last? Probably not, because Undyne hadn't had her morning coffee. Me and rhymeswithorangejuice collab in this epic yarn!


Sans groaned as he awoke next to Toriel, who was snoring peacefully beside him. He groaned as he woke up. He dragged himself out of bed and put on a hoodie identical to the rest of his and tattered pair of pink slippers. He stumbled down the stairs of his house, which he had brought from the underground. Speaking of, he felt like cleaning the ruins today, which he brought above ground as the basement of his house. Lots of stress on moving day. He opened the door with a creak and stepped outside. Snow was still on house's roof even though it was summer, attesting to the full extent of Sans's laziness. He looked down the road at the giant Mettaton building in the distance. It was shaped like his old body, even though he now could sustain his EX form indefinitely. He let out a low sigh thinking about his brother, Papyrus. Good Ol Pap had left after MTT offered him a housing quarters at the middle floor of his skyscraper. Now Sans barely saw him. What did he ever do there without his bro to keep hime occupied? Sans felt himself break a little inside.

Toriel had been up for hours. She had to get breakfast made for the children and drive to school before five AM. Whistling as she put her butterscotch cinnamon homemade toaster pastries into the oven. She was almost ready to call for Sans and Frisk to start waking up, because it usually took them over an hour.

"Frisk, darling, get up!" she said into Frisk's room. She stirred, turning their mussed brown head towards the door. She groaned, and rolled back over. Almost twelve years old, she were getting into rolling their eyes and moaning. Toriel went back into their room, where a huge mound in the middle of the bed was slowly rising up and down with Sans' breaths. She shook him gently, knowing just a whisper wouldn't wake him up. "Sans. We have to eat before school!" He groaned and turned over. It was a white pomeranian. "Damn!" she muttered, as she looked around the room, expecting a prank. There was a voice coming from the closet. "There are no skeletons in this closet. Well, except for me." he jumped out. She sighed. "It's too early for jokes. Let's go, Sans." He nodded and led the way out the door. When she went out the door, he wasn't in the hall. Used to his shenanigans, she made her way to the kitchen.

She heard a shriek coming from Frisk's room. Brushing off her hands, she made her way back to Frisk's room. Sans had jumped out of Frisk's closet, making the same pun. Frisk had shrieked, and yelled at him to go away. Giving Sans the stink eye, Toriel walked to the bed and pulled the blankets off Frisk.

"Time to get up, my child." Frisk moaned, getting out of bed and pushing Toriel and Sans out of the room.

"Teenagers, amiright?" said Sans, nudging Toriel as they sat down in their armchairs, Sans' shorter and wider than Toriel's.

Toriel sighed. "I guess. I'm still kind of in denial that Frisk is almost a teenager." The expected knock on the door came at that moment. "There's Asgore. Don't you dare answer, Sans. he's still a bit... in denial about our relationship." she walked to the wide door and heaved it open. "Hi, Tori- I mean Toriel,"

"Frisk is upstairs. Would you like a toaster pastry? They are just out of the oven."

"No thank you, I ate. Just here to pick up Frisk."

"She is upstairs. Be aware, she's not in a good mood." Toriel felt a hand on her back. She looked behind her, seeing sans, making his pun face.

"Hey, President Dreemur! You look like you're in a bad mood. Something got your goat?" Toriel rolled her eyes and left Asgore and Sans together, no matter how uncomfortable Asgore got.

"Frisk, darling, your father is here,"

"Yeah mom, I'm coming." Frisk came down the stairs, wearing short denim shorts over black fishnet tights, and a too-big crop top that said Cool Dude that she must have borrowed from Papyrus.

Shocked, Toriel didn't know what to do.

"Frisk, where did you get those?"

"Oh my God mom. Does it matter? Can't I get some privacy around here? Where did I get them? From Mettaton. He said I need to spice up my act."

"I'm going to kill that robot!" she marched toward the kitchen, yelling back "Go put on some jeans, Frisk!" Feet stomped up the stairs. Snatching three toaster pastries off the rack where they were cooling, then walking through the living room and into the doorway, where Sans seemed to be making friends with the old goat.

"Sans, we have to kill MTT. He told Frisk to wear fishnet leggings and short shorts." Asgore shook his head. "That robot gets some wacko ideas." yelling for Frisk, Toriel dragged Sans out the door, leaving Asgore alone with an angry teenager.