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Undertale: Determination to carry on

Chapter 1: Dreams and Hopes

Frisk looked around the empty space, it was dark. Crushing. Almost suffocating. Then a figure appeared. "Finally…I was tired of being a flower…" He turned. It was a small monster, a striped top covering him as well as a pair of black trousers. He looked just like Toriel and Asgore. Frisk shook her head 'This can't be…!' She thought as the monster child grinned unpleasantly. "Howdy! Chara…You there? It's me! Your…'best Friend'" He chuckled before launching into the air with a terrible amount of magic. "ASRIEL DREEMURR!"

Frisk shot bolt right up in bed. Panting heavily and with sweat dripping from her head, she looked around to find she was safe. She was alright. The nightmare had been so real for her. The sights, the sounds. All of it. A golden light flickered in the corner of her room. Frisks save point. She still had it after all this time despite everything that happened some years ago. The mechanics of it where she couldn't reset anymore if she did actually die, the power had with each reset the power grew weaker and now it was useless.

It had been ten years since the events at Mount Ebott. Frisk had gone on to education within politics so she could better understand how to be an ambassador between the Monsters and Humans. It was hard work but she enjoyed it. She had moved in with her favorite skeleton duo, her 'Dunkle' Sans as they joked and the great Papyrus. They had found a small house to reside in on the outskirts of the city.

Now that the nightmare had passed, Frisk yawned softly and looked at her clock. "Damn…Five AM?" She sighed softly before getting out of bed, her long brown hair reaching down to the middle of her back. She had developed quite well. A beautiful young woman, her brown eyes shining with enthusiasm and of course, DETERMINATION. She stretched with a groan and sighed in content as her joints popped in response.

In her blue pajamas, she made her way downstairs and saw the TV in the living room was on, no doubt it was Sans. He always fell asleep on the couch watching something. They had told him so many times to stop otherwise the electricity bill would be enormous. But he just made a cheesy pun and walked off. Frisk snuck up on her sleeping friend and got ready to pounce when she heard his voice. "Do you want to have a bad time?" His eyes opened in their usual state. White. Frisk grinned and shrugged. "I don't know…I like taking F'risks'" She could tell he was smirking. It was usually hard to tell what Sans expression was but Frisk usually knew what he was like. The 'big boned' skeleton shook his head. "Nice one kid…but seriously…No jumping on me…you might break a rib." He chuckled.

The two of them made their way to the kitchen for some breakfast. The kitchen was fairly simple. A fridge with a freezer, several counters one of which had a sink installed and a microwave on top of another. The oven was on the end of the line of counters. Sans sat down opposite of Frisk at the table and helped himself to a bottle of ketchup, using his powers to get it out of the cupboard. Frisk sat there with her bowl of cereal. Sans knew something was wrong and sighed softly. "Alright kiddo…what's wrong? You look so down in the dumps I could have mistaken you for a donkey or somethin'." That got a chuckle.

"Sans…I had that nightmare again…You know…about…HIM" Frisk whispered and placed her spoon down. Her eyes conveyed how upset she felt. "I-I mean…I know what he did was wrong…But…" Once again she heard Sans sigh. He was the only one she could talk to about this type of thing. He had been researching the timelines and the FILE systems way before Frisk had arrived. Though he never really explained the story. "Look, kid, he isn't coming back…that…Flowey bastard-" Frisk looked at him disapprovingly. "Swear…" She mumbled and Sans grumbled. "FLOWEY, is what is in his place now…" He shrugged and finished his bottle. "I'm sorry baby bones but that is the way things are…" He said bluntly. Frisk nodded with a sniffle and Sans suggested they tried to get some more sleep before his brother came to pester them to get up.

It was about eight o'clock when Papyrus came downstairs rubbing his eyes. Yawning with a "Nyyaaah." As he stretched. His sockets widened as he saw his brother and the human on the couch, Frisk curled up into his side. The taller skeleton smiled before sighing. "Oh how I hate to do this…" he said before shaking Sans shoulder. "Brother…wake up you lazybones…We have to go to Asgores at ten…" Sans didn't wake, kept snoring but Frisk slowly opened her eyes. "Hey, Pap…You know he won't get up until it's time…" She grinned sleepily then yawned softly. Papyrus sighed and shook his head. "I better make some spaghetti." His expression turned happy. "Do you want some?!" He asked excitedly. It was quite extraordinary that he was now a good cook. He had made many recipes that were actually edible. Frisk politely declined and went to get dressed in her usual style. Her blue striped top and a pair of shorts, it was a reminder of her adventures. It conjured up both good and bad memories.

They were on their way to the Dreemurrs, Papyrus driving his classic open-roofed car. Sans was in the front passenger seat while Frisk was at the back, staring out at the city as they drove down the highway. "So what if Mettaton said that Sans?! It is not realistic that he can run and pose in those heels without breaking them!" He yelled out in disbelief. Sans grinned and looked at his brother. "I bet he has a 'Heel' Of a time," Papyrus yelled out in despair that his brother was making puns. Frisk smiled softly before going back to her thoughts. Her gaze stuck on Mount Ebott. 'Asriel…'

Soon, they were at the house the Dreemurrs called a home and it seemed that Undyne and Alphys were there too. Their car was parked up outside and so Papyrus parked behind their car. Sans was the first out without even using the door but his special 'Shortcut' talent. Frisk got out the back quietly while Papyrus grumbled about Sans, shutting his own door. Toriel and Asgore were already at their door smiling at them. "Welcome all of you. I'm so glad that you were able to come." Toriel said happily while Sans grinned and greeted them. "Hey Mother Goat…Hey Lover goat…" Toriel giggled softly while Asgore gritted his teeth so he wouldn't swear.

In a matter of seconds, Undyne did her own greeting. She pushed past the two goat monsters and jumped, getting ready to tackle. Sans simply closed his eyes and clicked his fingers to disappear while Frisk put her hands in front of her, eyes wide in fright. "W-WAIT UNDYNE!" But there was no stopping the tackle and both girls went down in a crash. "FRISK! YOU PUNK HOW HAVE YOU BEEN?! FUHUHUHUH!" Undyne chuckled while Frisk laid on the floor groaning. "My ribs…My back…" She whimpered out. Sans reappeared and winked at Frisk. "That was rib-tickling…"