(( A/N: Here are a few random points about this clumsily written fanfic:
. Frisk is female
. Alphys and Undyne will eventually end up as a couple
. Toriel and Asgore still love each other but decide its best to live apart for now
. I came up with the idea for this fic at 4am whilst laid in bed watching the Fresh
Prince of Bel air so i'm tired af right now.
Enjoy! ))
Chapter One - The Box on the Doorstep.
It had been a few months since the barrier had been broken and all of the monsters were trying to adapt to their new life on the surface. It was really difficult as the humans weren't dealing well with the fact that monsters lived side-by-side with them once more. So, to make it easier for the time being, the Mayor of the human village had assigned an area of the village specifically for the monsters to inhabit, in order to reduce tension. It wasn't ideal but the monsters didn't mind as they had each other and still remained really close.
Frisk had been adopted by Toriel and was living happily with her in a cute little family home but sadly, Asgore wasn't living with them, something that Frisk really hoped would happen in the near future. Alphys had converted her new home into a nerdy-haven filled with any kind of anime memorabelia you could imagine and, as an added bonus, Undyne decided to become her roommate. Mettaton missed the stage and his TV show but he had quite enjoyed moving in with his cousin, Napstablook after living apart from him for so long. Live was different for everyone; everyone except for Sans and Papyrus that is.
The two brothers remained inseperable. They were given the choice to have their own houses as there were plenty to go around but they refused. Though Sans was lazy and very seldom cleaned up after himself, and Papyrus was loud and very obsessive, they couldn't be without each other. Their's was the life that remained totally un-changed, until one fateful night...
That night was chilly despite it being early springtime, with small gusts of wind tickling the sides of the skeletons' house.
It was a typical night for the brothers. Papyrus was re-arranging the books on his shelf, trying to decide if they should be sorted alphabetically or by topic. Sans was downstairs getting, what he referred to as: "Beauty Rest". He had just started to drift into a deep sleep when there was a rapid tapping at the door, which caused him to jump slightly.
He gave a small chuckle, as he predicted that it was Frisk and Monster Kid playing "ding-dong-ditch", which is something they did often as they knew how much it ticked-off Papyrus. He decided that he'd better tell them to scram as it was getting a little late and the last thing he needed was a lecture from a cranky Papyrus.
He forced himself from the comfort of his couch and made his way to the front door.
Upon opening it, he found that no one was there.
"Hey, c'mon kids..." he called "It's late and you know Pap hasn't got a funny-bone for this kinda thing!"
No reply. He was just about to go back into the house when he noticed something strange. There, on their doorstep, was a cardboard box.
"What the-?" he wondered to himself.
He crouched down to get closer to the puzzeling parcel and at first, he couldn't see anyting inside. That is, until he looked even closer an saw what looked like a pile of towels. He already thought this was weird but when something underneath the towels began moving he fell backwards. Cautiously, he reached into the box and slowly moved one of the towels and what he saw caused him to cry out in shock. Bundled up in the box was a tiny pile of bones shivvering in the breeze. It appeared to be a baby skeleton.
"Oh my god!" he gasped as he reached into the box, pulling the tiny bundle to his chest.
He looked around for any sign of who might have left the little one.
"Hello?!" he called frantically "Hey, you forgot your kid!"
No response.
Without even thinking, Sans brought the tiny skeleton into the house, there was no way he was just going to leave it there all alone in the dark to freeze to death.
He carefully laid the baby, still wrapped in a bundle of towels, on the couch and began removing them in order to check if the infant was hurt in any way. Upon releasing the child, a little boy, Sans noticed that he had a message attatched to his tiny ankle bone.
It read:
"Sans.
This will come as a shock, I know but please don't be angry.
You probably don't even remember me but that's irrelivant. I'm going to be 100% honest with you.
This is your child. Our Child.
I'm leaving him with you as I have no desire in raising him. Do with him what you will.
Don't try to seek me out because you won't find me, nor do I want you to.
- A."
Reading the note made Sans feel completely and utterly cold. He knew exactly who it was from, and even the sight of her handwriting made him slightly enraged. He looked at the tiny skeleton, who by this time was once again shivvering, but this time it seemed to be out of fear. He began to whimper, which mad Sans scoop him into his arms once again.
"Hey, hey!" he gasped as he gently bounced the little one up and down "Oh, buddy! It's okay!"
Sans was terrified. What was he going to do?! He had no idea how to take care of a baby. He could barely take care of himself! His heart began pounding against his ribcage as the baby began to cry.
"PAPYRUS!" he called up the stairs as he wrapped the baby in one of the disguarded towels "BRO, I NEED YOU TO COME DOWN HERE!"
He could hear Papyrus' footsteps coming towards the top of the stairs. Sensing the panic in his older brother's voice, he almost flew down the stairs.
"Sans?!" he gasped as he ran to his brother's side "What's wrong? Are you oka-AAAH!"
Papyrus jumped backwards and almost stumbled onto the sofa when he saw his brother cradling a little, tiny baby-bones.
The baby's cries had now grown louder as they errupted into a full-blown scream causing the brothers to recoil in horror. Papyrus was so confused as to what was going on but nothing could compare to how Sans was feeling at that moment.
"Look, don't ask questions, please!" he fretted as he desperatly rocked the baby back and forth in a desperate attempt to sooth him "I, I don't know what to do!"
Papyrus could see tears welling up in his brother's eye sockets.
"Call Toriel!" Sans ordered
Papyrus didn't question a thing. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his cellphone.
"Sans...who's is that?" he asked as he dialed the number.
"Look, i'll explain later!" Sans cried "I'm freaking out right now, Pap just get Toriel here now!"
The baby continued to scream as Sans tried desperatly to sooth him. He could barely hear Papyrus frantically trying to explain the situation to Toriel over the phone.
"There, there..." he soothed as he nuzzled the tiny skeleton's face "Don't cry, buddy, okay?"
"She's on her way..." sighed Papyrus as sat on the couch, watching his brother cradle the trembling little skeleton. "Brother...tell me...who is that?"
Sans turned to face his brother, tears streaming down his face as he too began to sob.
"He's mine..." he whispered softly as he brought the tiny, crying bundle to sit with Papyrus on the couch. "He's...mine..."
Papyrus was at a loss for words. Seeing his older brother so flustered shocked him. All he could offer was a warm, comforting arm around his shoulder, pulling him close for a small hug. All they could really do was wait for Toriel to get there.
