deam1990 asked for this one. Here you go, Amigo! Enjoy! :)

Undertale belongs to Toby Fox. I only own Ida.

A/N: Frisk is a boy in this story and the names and descriptions of the six prior children who fell are ones I came up with. :)


Happiness Long Overdue

Chapter 1: To The Surface

It was finally over.

The long battle with Flowey was over and Frisk saw Asriel fade away with tears in his eyes. Now, the young boy who had traveled through the Underground and befriended everyone stood before the barrier, slight cuts and bruises on his hands and face, but still filled with determination to keep the promise he had made to Toriel, the goat lady he considered to be his mom, and to Sans, his dunkle. He had promised that he would break the barrier and free them all. He hadn't been sure how, but he would figure out a way.

Frisk stood tall and reached his right hand forward, his hand coming in contact with the barrier almost as if the barrier was a large sheet of glass that shimmered hypnotically when someone stared at it.

When his palm was flat against the barrier, it began to shake, surprising the ten-year-old boy, but he didn't move away. He instead closed his eyes for a moment and when he opened them again, he saw six hearts gently circling around him. The purple one came closer to him and he could have sworn he heard light laughter.

"You did it, Frisk," a young boy's voice said, making him wonder if he was just hearing things.

"This is what I wished for when I celebrated my birthday down here," came a girl's voice as the yellow heart came closer. "Thank you for making that wish come true."

"Mom's happy," came another boy's voice as the orange heart moved closer to Frisk. "She always wanted us to be happy and we wanted her to be happy."

"Asgore's not to blame," came another girl's voice, the green heart moving in close. "He was grieving Chara's and Asriel's deaths. He would never just hurt someone. He proved that to me."

"He didn't want to hurt us," a third girl's voice said as the blue heart floated gently closer, almost touching Frisk's arm. "When we found he needed seven souls to free his people, we offered to help, but he was hurting as he did the task he swore he would do after Chara's and Asriel's deaths."

"He's not a murderer. Just a broken king," said a third boy's voice as the indigo heart came up close to Frisk too. "He has honor and he regretted his hasty decision, but by the time he did, it was too late to take it back."

"But he didn't know how to make it right," came the first boy's voice as the hearts started to fade. "But thanks to you, Frisk, Asgore now knows how to make it right, just like how you showed Asriel now."

"Break the barrier, Frisk," came the first girl's voice. "Everyone's been hurting for far too long. It's time for all to heal."

"Thanks to your bravery and determination, the healing can start, and finally, they can be free," the second girl's voice said.

"Thank you, Frisk," all the voices said together as they started to fade more. "Thank you."

Frisk had tears in his eyes and he took a deep breath. "For everyone," he said softly.

The barrier shook harder and broke with the force of an explosion as a strong wind whipped around Frisk before dying down and the boy fell to his knees, passing out from not only sheer exhaustion, but relief too.


Sometime later, Frisk opened his eyes, looking up to see Gaster was standing over him, smiling gently at him. "Hello, young hero," the skeleton said, gently brushing the boy's hair away from his face. "How do you feel?"

"Kinda sore," the boy admitted.

"I'll call Papyrus and Sans," the black-cloaked skeleton said before also deciding to call Toriel and Grillby, who could use healing magic like his brothers.

The four soon arrived and stood around Frisk, who opened his eyes to see Toriel crying before she hugged him. "Oh, my child," she said, tears running down her face. "Asgore won't get away with this."

The boy shook his head. "It wasn't Asgore, Mom," he said, making her look at him.

"What?" She asked.

"It was Flowey," Frisk said. "Not Asgore."

Sans' left eye lit up blue and he placed a hand on Frisk's shoulder, looking the boy dead in the eye before his gaze softened and he nodded. "He's telling the truth, Tori," he said. "Asgore didn't fight him."

"But...why?" Toriel asked. "He swore he would after Chara and Asriel died."

"But it has been many years since their deaths, Your Majesty," Grillby said. "Perhaps Asgore regretted his actions and sought to make it right, even if it was too late to take back his decree."

"King Asgore really is a good king," Papyrus said. "I don't believe he'd really hurt anyone."

Frisk smiled. "He wouldn't," he said, agreeing with Papyrus. "He asked me if I would fight him and I said no, something he seemed relieved to hear."

"Perhaps time has shown the king that war is not the answer, despite the war that resulted in us being trapped here," Gaster said gently.

Undyne came running in. "You guys aren't going to believe this!" She said, excitement in her voice. "The barrier's gone! It's like it was never there!"

Everyone perked up at that and Frisk smiled again. His idea had worked. He went to sit up, but groaned a little as pain shot up his sides. "Hold on, kiddo," Sans said as he, Papyrus, Toriel, and Grillby held out their hands, green magic swirling around their outstretched hands and landing gently on the boy, healing him. Gaster then scooped him up as they all headed out and up to the surface where the sun was beginning to set.

"Looks like we'll have to go back and wait a bit before we head out to the town below, if there's a town nearby," Toriel said softly.

Frisk shook his head. "No, there's someplace you guys can stay," he said as he pointed down the mountain and to some nearby hills. "My aunt's house is just behind those hills."

The gathered monsters began walking in that direction, soon coming to a mansion that took them by surprise. Frisk grinned and nodded. "That's my aunt's house," he said before the door opened and a woman came out and began checking to make sure the water hoses that she had left on to water the gardens were off now. She looked to be only in her mid-twenties with long brown hair that stood out against her green t-shirt and black jeans.

Happy to see his aunt, Frisk lightly squirmed and Gaster gently set him down, smiling at the boy and ruffling his hair playfully. Giggling and setting his hair right again, the ten-year-old boy ran to the woman. "Aunty Ida!" He called out.

The woman turned sharply in surprise, her brown eyes wide behind a pair of glasses that made her eyes stand out. Her hands flew to her mouth as she saw the boy running towards her and from the distance, the monsters could see tears in her eyes. "Frisk!" She exclaimed, running towards the boy as well, kneeling down right as Frisk glomped her. She held the boy in a tight hug, tears running down her face as she felt her own shoulder get wet as Frisk cried into her shoulder. "Oh, mijo, you're safe," she said softly. "I was so worried."

"I'm sorry, Aunty Ida. I shouldn't have run away," the young boy said, sniffling.

"Shh, it's okay, mijo. I know and I understand why you ran away," Ida said soothingly. "I spoke with the principal and that incident won't happen again."

Grateful and relieved his aunt forgave him, Frisk turned to the monsters, who had come closer, but still stood a respectful distance away, not wanting to interrupt the reunion. Ida looked up to see them too and she glanced at Mt. Ebbot before looking at the monsters. "It wasn't just a story after all," she said softly.

The young boy shook his head. "No," he said. "They were trapped down there, but now they're free."

The monsters all waited for a rejection, but the young woman smiled warmly at them. "Come in," she said softly, opening her door and gesturing them to come inside.

They were soon in the living room, sitting down and enjoying the drinks that their hostess kindly brought out. "I had heard stories about Mt. Ebbot from my father," Ida said. "When Frisk came to live with me after his parents died, I would tell him the stories of Mt. Ebbot to help him sleep at night.

"One day, he asked me if the stories were real. I didn't think they were, but Frisk felt that there was some truth to the stories and he told me that someday, he'd climb the mountain to see for himself if there were monsters living in that mountain and if there were, he wanted to see what they were like, if they were really monsters."

She paused. "Then a few months ago, Frisk didn't return from school and the police told me that witnesses saw him running away. I knew what had happened as it wasn't an uncommon occurance for Frisk to be bullied, something that upset me a lot. The police claimed they searched everyone, even Mt. Ebbot, but had found nothing."

She paused again and Toriel spoke up. "Frisk must have fallen down into the mountain before the police arrived and searched for him," she said softly.

"That crossed my mind too," Ida said. "And made me wonder if perhaps Frisk was right about the stories being more than stories. But the police had decided that Mt. Ebbot was a crime scene in case Frisk had fallen and possibly died, so I couldn't go in and search for my nephew."

"How long did they search?" Asgore asked, his guilt still eating at him, even after all the time that had passed.

"For almost three months," she answered. "And they found nothing, simply concluding that Frisk was dead, but something told me he was still alive and I felt strongly that he was in the mountain and was perhaps trying to find his way home."

"I was," Frisk admitted. "But...I had to help them too."

Ida smiled at her nephew. "Do you trust them like you trust me, mijo?" She asked.

He nodded. "Can they stay, Aunty? Please?" He pleaded.

She smiled. "They can stay," she said with a nod.

Sans decided to find something out. "Forgive me for being curious, Ida, but you didn't flinch when you saw us and you don't seem unnerved to have monsters in your home," he said.

Ida smiled again. "Well, for one, I like skeletons," she said, her smile growing at the surprise on the skeleton brothers' faces. "And two, if my nephew is not afraid of you, then why should I be?"

Seeing they were all stunned, she chuckled. "Not only that, Frisk knows who to trust and doesn't just trust anyone."

"She's right," Toriel said, recalling when Frisk had first fallen and she had found him. "Frisk was wary around me until I proved he could trust me."

"Same with the rest of us," Grillby said, recalling how Frisk had been unsure about him, but now trusted all of them.

The ten-year-old boy now looked at his aunt. "Aunt Ida, is it okay for me to still call Toriel my mom and Asgore my dad?" He asked, looking worried and fearful that she'd say no while Asgore looked surprised that the boy wanted him to be his father.

She smiled at the young boy reassuringly. "If you want to, then you can. That's your choice, honey," she said soothingly.

Frisk still looked worried. "What if...the courts don't allow it?" He asked. "What if...they say I can't have them as my parents?"

The monsters looked worried at that too. Human courts would no doubt not be so willing to grant an adoption to the goat monsters, even if they were the king and queen. Ida gently picked up her nephew and held him in a comforting hug. "Don't you worry about that, mijo," she said, her voice reassuring. "I have a judge friend and a few friends in the police department, thanks to Dad."

She then playfully poked his stomach, making him give a small squeak and giggle. "Now, no more fretting. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. For now, let's start planning for Christmas."

Frisk looked at her. "It's almost Christmas?" He asked.

"Three weeks away, kiddo," she said. "What decorations should we put up?"

The boy instantly suggested they put up all the decorations and the monsters were curious about Christmas, which led to them helping and Ida explaining the tradition to them.

But little did they all know that deep in the Underground, eight hearts were starting to faintly glow.


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