The more summaries I read for Undertale fanfiction, the more I really wanted write this one. I really hope you like it.

Also, I was never in the military, so please correct me if I'm wrong and I am terribly sorry if I offend a veteran of any branch of the US military. You guys are the reason us Americans can sit on our asses and read and write fanfiction. :) Thank You!

Home at last. For a while, I didnt really think I'd see Ebott again. But here it is, waiting below me as I park my car on the roadside of the mountain pass. I always enjoyed this veiw, even if I had no one to share it with.

The sun was just starting to go down. Beautiful. I realize too late that I actually tried to say that. All that came out was a quiet rasp. I frown and shake my head. I gotta keep going. I refuse to give up. What kind of Marine would I be if I just layed down and cried when I had a full life ahead of me? A life where nothing is set in stone and anything could change at any moment.

A life that could get better.

I start my car back up and head down the road towards the sleepy little town under the looming Mt. Ebott. Though, from the looks of it, its got what looks like a big shopping center now. Maybe I can get myself a job there.

I park in one of the two motels' parking lots. It looks like a Motel 6. I turn off the ignition and pull my purse out of the passenger seat. I get out of the car and pop the trunk, closing and locking the door behind me. I circle around to the trunk and grab my pack. Its navy blue with the symbol of the United States Navy on the front.

I step up to the door and touch my neck, remembering my scar. I pull a scarf out of my purse and wrap it around, expertly hiding it.

I walk in and ring the bell. If I remember correctly, a girl named Jenna used to work here. If she still does, a familiar face is a sight for sore eyes.

A woman about 5'6" with blonde hair and green eyes comes up from the counter. First looking at her, she looks like she's in her late fourties. Her name tag reads 'Jenna'. She has not aged well.

"Need a room?" She asks. I nod, smiling politely. "Ok, we have a few rooms available. Is it just you?" She asks. I nod once again. "Ok what size bed would you like?" She asks.

I frown now. I pull her stack of sticky notes out from in front of her moniter. "Full is fine, but a twin would probably be better." I write.

"Cant you speak, hun?" Jenna asks.

I shake my head.

She peeks at my bag half hanging off my shoulder. "You a soldier, hun?" She asks. I nod and pull out my military ID.

"Ooooh, how exotic! I know of this one girl who used to live in the orphanage who went off to the Marines. Her name was-" she does a double take at my ID. "Little Frisk? Is that really you?" She asks, astounded. "Youre all grown up!"

I smile politely and nod. I really didnt know what else to do.

"Ive got a twin suite. Its got a kitchenette and its got a mini oven and we just put in a new bathtub! Its really comfortable and its as deep as a clawfoot!" Jenna says "and because youre a veteran, Ill give you a discount. How many nights, hun?"

I hold up seven fingers.

"Alright hun." Jenna says and types into her computer. "$275, hun."

I pull out my checkbook, showing it to her.

"Do you have a bank card, hun? We dont take checks anymore." Jenna says.

I nod and pull out my wallet. I hand it to her and she types something in her computer before sliding it across the register. She hands the card back along with a room card. "Room 16 on the second floor, hun. Enjoy your stay!" Jenna says.

I smile and nod, taking my stuff and leaving the office. I head up the nearest set of stairs and walk along the second floor to find my room. I slide the key card through the lock and it beeps. I open the door. It smells like pinesol and mildew. There are some scents you just cant get rid of.

I put my bags on the little table by the window. This room isnt much bigger than what a trailer should be. At least its got a table and a comfortable looking chair. I quickly check the bed for bed bugs, though Motel 6 is usually pretty good about that sort of thing. None, just like I expected.

I let out a breath, sitting on the loveseat. The tv on the little nightstand/cabinet is a plasma screen but its not very big. Maybe 30" give or take. I pick up the remote and flick through the channels. Nothing. Nothing worth watching at least. It turn it back off.

I get up off my tucus and go hang up my clothes in the closet. It doesnt take too long, at the bottom of my bag is a framed picture of me and my team. We worked well together, even though they were all assholes. It was hard to tell whether they really had my back or not. Not that I needed it. I was always covering them or saving their skins. To make it worse, they started being nice to me when those fanatics finally let me go. Like salt in the wound.

Enough about them. I set the picture of my team on one of the nightstands and pull my tactical knife from one of the smaller pockets of my bag and put it under my pillow. Its only about seven but its probably a good idea to get a head start on tomorrow. I go over to the door and slide the chain into place.

I still dont necessarily feel safe here but you have to make due. I take my shoes off and strip down to my underwear to sleep. Luckily for me, they use fabric softener. Let's see how tomorrow goes.

First thing, I got up and got dressed and raided the lobby for a newspaper. I discard everything else but the classifieds. The shopping center has an add for a a bagger and a cashier. Just great. I didnt want to be in front of everybody. Maybe Ill get lucky and a shelf stocker position will open up. There are other jobs here too but all of them require having to talk to people.

The sun's not quite up yet, so the library is definitely not open. I still have my library card from my childhood. I hope its still good. I decided to wait at a cafe with the newspaper, looking for a place too.

You actually dont know how much you miss civilian food until you start eating it again. I never realized how delicious a blueberry muffin and a cappuccino could really be. I had two cappuccinos just in case. I really need the energy.

There's several apartments for rent and a couple rooms for rent. I dont think I'd want to share a house with someone just yet.. But the houses are too big and the appartments sound terrible. Guess I really have to get a good look at them.

I check my watch. Library should be opening now. I fold up my newspaper and thow out my empty coffee cups. The beauty of a small town is that you can walk everywhere. I open the library doors. Theyve renovated a bit. There's a fire place, the walls have a new coat of paint, and there's a lot more shelves than I remember. There's a row of computers against the back wall. I head straight for them. A resume is top priority. I sign into the computer using my library card. Success.

I type myself up a resume, stating my name, my skills, my time In the service, and things that my employer should know. On the top of that list, I put that I couldnt speak and a few other of my shortcomings. Like the fact that I have no patience for layabouts when there's work to be done and that I dont tolerate any sort of bullying.

When I feel like the resume is good enough, I print it out. A dialog box pops up, telling me that it'll cost me ten cents at the counter. Im sure I have a dime. I then look up to see who the owner is, so I know his face. He looks sort of hansdome, in that way-too-creepy sort of way. He sort of gives me the creeps. I shiver goes down my spine as I try and memorize his name. Samuel Draxon.

I log off the computer and go up to the librarian's counter. "Library card, please." The sweet little old lady says. I hand her my card and I dig through purse for a dime. It takes me a minute but I find one and I hand it to her. He puts it in the register and she hands me the paper I printed out and a receipt. I smile my thanks at her and go to the shopping center. Its open as well but there arent many customers. I go up to the cashier with the 'Manager' printed across the back of his shirt. I tap his shoulder.

He turns to me. "Yes? Can I help you m'am?" He asks. I hand him my resume. He reads it over in silence. I wait. "Is this a resume?" He asks.

I nod. He looks at it again.

"Are you looking for a job?" He asks.

I nod again, fidgiting with my scarf. "And you cant speak?" He asks.

I shake my head.

He sighs. "You might be better suited for private security. Or the weapons store a few blocks over." He says. "But because of the law, we have to consider you for hiring." He pulls out a pad of paper and a pen from his apron. "Here. Write down a number I can reach you at." He says handing it to me.

I take it and write down 'Motel 6 Room 16' for him.

"Ok." He says and puts it back in his apron. "Ill call you."

Its not like I expected them to just hand me a job, but I wouldve at least liked some consideration. I let out an exasperated breath. I go back to the library to print out more copies of my resume.

Then I explore, looking for shops with 'help wanted' signs. The camp supply store didnt have one but I went in there and submitted my resume anyway. This was going to be hard.