AN: Okay so, its been a while. Undertale was truly an amazing game though and I think many of you can agree that Toby Fox is sending a powerful message through the events and themes of the pacifist route. I can only hope to be able to recreate a fraction of the feeling that the story gave me here, because I think it is extremely important that it gets out and becomes understood. Anyways, please enoy and I promise I'll update more often :x
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Frisk laid peacefully beneath the warm covers of their bed as the morning sun's light began to flood the room they slept in. It was lightly furnished, with a bed and desk along with a rug and a beanbag to sit on. On the desk were some miscellaneous school supplies, a sketchbook, and a plate of crumbs leftover from a pie Toriel had prepared the night before. The walls sported various academic awards as well as a a line of photos Frisk, Sans, and Papyrus all took at a photobooth. Papyrus had on a photogenically heroic pose while Sans had his arm over Frisk, who nestled comfortably in between the two brothers. A delightful smell crept into the room, which begged their nose's attention. Butterscotch pancakes. Without pause, Frisk got out of bed and began walking out towards the hallway, stretching their arms and yawning on the way. They passed Sans' room, which was always strangely quiet compared to Papyrus', where snoring could still be heard. Grabbing hold of a railing, they slowly descended down the stairs. Still not yet fully awake, they didn't stop to look at all the pictures which hung on the way down of the people they lived with and all the moments they had shared together. One picture showed the four of them sitting together at a comedy club table right after one of Sans' performances. Another showed Papyrus and Frisk holding up a third place trophy from a cooking contest. Right next to it, was a picture of Toriel, holding up a first place trophy, from the same cooking contest. While Papyrus' spaghetti had gotten better over the two years they had spent on the surface, it could never match Toriel's vegan pot pie. Frisk made it downstairs, and turned into the kitchen, where Sans and Toriel sat at a round, wooden table together with a cups of freshly brewed coffee and a newspaper.
"Good morning, Frisk!" Toriel greeted.
"'Morning, kiddo." Sans said before taking a sip of his coffee, eyes still glued to the paper.
Frisk allowed the smells of caffeine, pancakes, and syrup mix and overwhelm them. They took a seat and hunched over with their chin on the table, still half asleep and in heaven with the aromas.
"Still not awake, I see. Would you like me to serve you, my child?" Toriel had already gotten up to grab a plate for Frisk. The child gave an eager nod and patted the table repeatedly to indicate that: yes, they did indeed would love to be served a plate of warm, soft butterscotch flavored pancakes topped with thick, sweet syrup. She gently placed the plate in front of them along with a cold glass of milk. Frisk picked up a fork and cut out a slice from the pancake. They syrup seeped into it, evenly drenching the piece and creating a perfect glaze of sweetness. They raised their fork and slowly moved into their mouth, careful not to let it drip and make a mess. As they savored the taste, they couldn't help but let a smile form. Toriel saw this, and smiled too, as she always did when Frisk visibly enjoyed her cooking.
"How is it?" She asked, which was also common of her. Frisk let out a loud "mmmm", letting her know that they loved it, as they always did. She giggled softly at the response. Sans put the paper down, and looked at Frisk's plate. He noticed there was something missing. He got up and grabbed something from the refrigerator, while Frisk watched curiously, still chewing. He came back and stood behind the young human with something in his hands.
"Hey Frisk," He began, "How do you make a pancake smile?" They looked at him, half puzzled, mouth still full of food. He grabbed a spoon in one hand and revealed a packet of butter he had gotten from the fridge. Sans then proceeded to spread the butter on the pancake in the shape of a happy face.
"You butter 'em up." He finished the smile and with the remaining bit of butter, dabbed their nose with it. Frisk swallowed and let out a toothy grin along with a giggle. They then wrapped their arm around Sans in a gentle hold and plopped a piece of their pancake into his mouth. Sans broke free of the child's hold, laughed a bit after he swallowed the delicious morsel, and playfully ruffled Frisk's hair as he walked away. Toriel had also let out a small laugh and playfully pushed Sans on the shoulder as he walked back to the fridge to return the butter. With every bite, Frisk became more awake and finished off their breakfast by chugging their milk and exhaling loudly in satisfaction. They placed the cup on the plate and looked up at Toriel with a now bright fully conscience smile.
"I'm glad you liked it." Toriel got up and took the plate from in front of the young child to place it in the sink. Sans had finished the last of his coffee before setting the empty cup on the table.
"So, Frisk. Today's the big day eh?" Sans asked. The young child shifted their gaze over to the skeleton and nodded cheerfully. "Your first day of middle school. You nervous, bud?" Frisk boldly shook their head.
"Well, you'd better be prepared anyways" Toriel said, "Go and get your stuff ready, we have to leave soon!" Frisk gave an "mm" and a quick nod to show their understanding. They get off the chair and began to head back to their room for their backpack. As they made the first step up the stairs, they could hear Sans' voice.
"Make sure you wake up paps too. Ever since he's started that new beauty sleep schedule, he's become a bone-afide lazybones." They smiled and once again nodded. Frisk stood at the door to Papyrus' room and put their ear up to it. He could still be heard softly snoring and at this, Frisk giggled. They slowly opened the door and crept in. Papyrus laid on his racecar bed with his sheets covering his mouth, muffling his snoring as well as his quiet sleep mumbling.
"zzz...I the great papyrus...zzz...do so humbly accept this award zzz of coolest chef in the world...zzz." A mischievous grin grew on Frisk's face. They stood at the side of the bed and squatted down. Papyrus laid blissfully unaware, lost in his dream. "Yes...zzz...I will accept my award now zzz." Frisk sprang up from their squat and flung their body onto Papyrus, waking him up. "AGH AH, FRISK!" The skeleton yelled in shock as he woke. Frisk, sprawled out on his chest, lifted their head and gave the cool dude a playful smile, as a way of saying good morning. Papyrus had settled down after seeing that it was only Frisk and that it was already morning. "OH...WELL GOOD MORNING TO YOU TOO." He gave in. He couldn't get mad at Frisk. "WAIT, WHERE IS MY AWARD?" Papyrus asked. Frisk crawled up his chest and gave him a hug around his neck. He hugged the child back. "THIS IS THE BEST AWARD EVER." He sat up and got out of the bed in an energetic jolt, like he always did, ready to start the day. "WAIT...TODAY IS THE BIG DAY! I'LL GO GET MY KEYS!" He rushed out of the room downstairs to get the keys that he'd be driving Frisk to school with. They followed him out the door and saw him run downstairs where Sans and Toriel were already waiting by the door
"Come on Paps, lets get a move on." Sans gestured with his head as he held the door open.
"COMING!" The younger skeleton ran to get the car started.
"Come now Frisk! It is time to leave!" Toriel called out to Frisk, who was still upstairs. They gave and nod and smile and ran into their room to retrieve their backpack. The long-sleeved shirt and shorts they slept in, they figured, was comfortable enough to wear to school. Frisk grabbed their backpack that they had been saving under their bed along with a few school supplies from the desk and rushed downstairs to meet their family. The group of four got into Papyrus' convertible. Sans sat in the passenger seat next to Papyrus, who was driving. Toriel and Frisk sat in the back. It was a short but enjoyable ride to the middle school located in the center of their neighborhood. The wind that Frisk felt on their long hair was nice as Papyrus drove just under the speed limit. As they drove, Frisk noticed another driver giving them a funny look. They drove past them too quick for Frisk to give it a thought however. Within minutes, a sign came up reading: Ebott Middle School. Papyrus pulled up to a loading zone and parked the car. He swung his body around to see Frisk.
"WELL, HERE WE ARE! DON'T MISS ME TOO MUCH, FRISK!" Papyrus said. Sans looked diagonally behind him to see the child and to say his blessings.
"You'll do great. I'm rootin for ya, kid." Sans gave them a wink and something about his smile seemed more genuine.
Frisk leaned towards the brothers and gave them both a kiss on the cheek. Toriel tugged on the child's backpack and began to inspect it along with the child itself
"Do you have your pencils?" She asked, checking through the bag. Frisk nodded. "Erasers?" She rummaged through to find nodded. "Paper?" She looked through the empty folder. Frisk Nodded. "Dictionary?" She dug around to feel for it. Frisk nodded. This went on for about five minutes until Toriel had made sure Frisk was absolutely prepared. She then placed both her hands on the sides of Frisk's head. "Enough sleep?" She asked, bringing her face close to the child's, making sure there were no bags. Frisk, once again nodded, their head still between the goat mother's gentle grip. "Until this afternoon then, my child." Toriel brought Frisk's head in and kissed their forehead. Frisk exited the car and waved goodbye. In return, they all waved back before driving off.
Frisk stood before the main building of the school. It was two stories high and was clad in a mix of muted colors. The architecture was modern yet still retained the classic shapes one should come to expect of a school. A couple of other children walked past Frisk however, it wasn't too crowded. They looked at the school in awe. This was it, they thought, their first day of school since the incident in the underground and all the events after it. Frisk grasped both straps of their backpack and walked through the doors. There were lockers barding the walls and in between every stretch or so, a door leading to a classroom. There were very few people around even in the main building. Frisk looked at a clock placed on a nearby wall that told the time, 7:02 am. Still early they thought. They decided to go upstairs to see what the second floor might look like. On the way up the stairs, they noticed the railings had peculiar spear shaped designs that made holding on somewhat easier and a lot safer as well. The layout was boringly similar to that of the first floor but Frisk decided to keep walking forward anyways. Halfway through the corridor, Frisk heard what sounded like a mixture of screaming and laughing from the other end ofthe first floor. Curious, they quickened their pace to see what all the commotion was about. As they kept walking, the laughter turned snarky and the screams took on a distinctly painful tone. Frisked reached the ledge and was able to see what was going on below. On the far side of the first floor, next to the staircase, a group of older boys circled a young, white haired boy. He laid on the floor in the fetal position with his hands over the nape of his neck, shielding it from all the kicking. Every time the boy let out a scream, those who kicked him would let out a laugh.
"What a weirdo!" A boy yelled.
"Do something, wuss!" Another demanded.
"He won't, he's just a little bitch!" The oldest of the bunch remarked. He then missed a kick, but decided to use the force in order to stomp the kid's face instead. It left a dirty boot mark on the exposed side of his face. A tiny pool of blood and tears lay on the floor next to their bruised head. One of the boys, who was standing near his legs, kicked him in the shin, causing a sharp pain and a consequent scream. It was cut short however, when another boy had struck their foot into his chest, knocking the wind out of him.
Frisk looked on, horrified, until they felt determined to do something. Without hesitation and with all the haste they could muster, Frisk began to quickly descend the stairs. Not even one step down, their loose sweater was caught on one of the spear shaped ornaments, causing them to lose their balance. They stumbled over far too much for any attempt at catching themselves and tumbled down the stairs. As Frisk reached the bottom, they hit their head against the hard tiles of the floor and blacked out.