Greetings!

This was actually intended to be a one-shot piece, but it's left open to continue writing on. I do have some random drabbles after this, and gosh, it may all tie together to make one flowing piece that makes sense! Depending on how many people read this and give me feedback I may continue on with this quicker than intended.

I'm going to lay some ground rules for this:

1) Frisk is female in this, and she's older. No kiddyfrisk for this story! It's partially for the reason of dealing with more adult topics (I'd feel really guilty if I made kiddyfrisk have to go through night-terrors and thoughts of suicide and stuff like that, they already go through so much!)

2) Sans and Papyrus aren't straight up skeletons in this story. They are monsters, and a lot of people seem to graze over that aspect of them and focus on them mainly being walking skeletons. What holds them together? What makes their physiology tick? With that I'm going to treat their skeleton structures as exoskeletons, so they bleed (even if their blood is magic). Their faces also have a little more flexibility than normal. Other than that tweak I'm going to try and keep it as close to home as possible!

Other than those two things everything should run pretty smooth continuity wise. (I also apologize for the stiff writing that this chapter might have, it's my first attempt at Undertale) So enjoy!

There was a long sigh as the clocked ticked slowly, even the seconds seemed like minutes to the skeleton kid practically immune to the passage of time. Leaning against the counter of the gas-station convenience store, he stared down the business end of a small water-gun, curious about its makings - or maybe just trying to fill the space of his last fifteen minutes on shift - for the fifth time that night.

Clicking his cyan tongue in a bored manner, he picked at a stray strand of fabric on his blue hoodie. Then at the fur the lined the collar of the hood, and then finally at the random holes in his sleeves. The top most one was from when he was putting out a grease fire that pap had caused when he had accidentally put too much oil in the pan, for a new recipe he wanted to try out. It had been within the first month of everyone getting topside, and there was a lot of tension..

Sans boney pointer finger had hooked through the large rip in the bottom of the same sleeve. The whites of his eyes flickered in remembrance. When had he gotten that one? Four...five years ago? It was given to him a bit after the other one. Frisk, sweet kid, had just turned ten, and she couldn't stop talking about it. She was normally so reserved in what she spoke and communicated; maybe that's why he was fond of the kid?

The sweet smile on Sans face shifted into a slight sneer. Apparently human laws were weird, that the kid could only be with a responsible adult that could meet her needs. They had all vouched for Tori and the king, but no. The state fed them some line that it had to be a human, that monsters were ultimately unfit to care for a human child, and she was shipped out of county.

Sure, Tori had finally gotten a license to teach both humans and monsters, and to open up a boarding school orphanage, but by then it was too late for the kid. Sans had visited with her while she was still within reach, Papyrus joining in whenever he could. In fact, everyone had joined in on the weekly visits, but sans had made sure to visit with Frisk every day that he could, to check in on her and to assure her that they would get her out.

A blue tint filtered through his left eye at the thought. About a year out from the whole thing, and he went to fetch her himself, but a couple of humans had stopped him, telling him that she had been shifted to a new home, that they didn't have room for another kid with disabilities. As if being shy was a crime.

A chime from the front door had dragged him out of his thoughts, as he glanced at the doors that the person that had entered through was too short for him to see. A light patter of footsteps told him the person had entered, and he slumped back into his comfortable position. He stared out the windowed wall of the corner store - it was the middle of the night and he could see a couple specks of stars through the light pollution. Humans had the stars and they drowned them out, kinda stupid if you ask him. Glancing at the clock once more, he sighed as he rested his head on the counter. Five to midnight, then he could hit up Grillbz, and then crash at home around three, and then start it all over. Thankfully tomorrow was a day off…

A clearing of the throat caught him, and he looked up at the large coffee three times too big for the hand that held it, and then up at the face in front of him, and he could have sworn something would have caught in his throat, if he had one.

Short brown hair, a deep tan, and large honey eyes on the smallest female he had seen in a long time. She was swallowed in a large blue-and-striped-magenta jacket, which hung to her knees where her legs had painted on brown leggings. Her eyes were just as wide as his, but instead of shock, there was a large sincere smile. "S-Sans?" she had stuttered in shock.

Frisk. A light blue tint rose on his cheeks ever so slightly, and he swapped out his shock for joy. "Hey kid, what are you doing in the neighborhood? Don't you know the monsters come out at night?" He looked at her through lidded eyesockets. "Could get a bit hairy if you don't watch yourself."

She blinked a few times, then snorted and covered her mouth as she hunched over with laughter. "God, that was awful." She squeaked through laughs, and Sans stood tall with his eyes closed and hands in his pockets.

"Well thems the breaks." his fingers tapped a tune, causing her to laugh harder.

"I forgot how awful you were!" She laughed into her hand and smiled at him, her eyes drenched in fondness. She caught his gaze, and the blue on his cheekbones darkened a half-shade.

"Hi, Sans."

"Hey kiddo."

There was a pause, though not uncomfortable. He looked her over, and she cleared her throat as she wiggled the rather large coffee in front of him. He scanned and they exchanged looks as he read the total. He held his hand out to take her money and she placed it, there hands lingering for a few seconds longer than deemed necessary.

Pulling her hand away she dropped it to the side, and his heart clenched for a half second. Staring at him from over her to-go cup, she eyed him as if expecting something. His brows furrowed slightly as he kept his smile.

"Where to after this kid?"

She smiled brightly as she lowered her cup, her eyes closing at the question. "New Snowden. I, uh, wanted to see some old faces, and maybe talk to Torielle…" She looked at him with large eyes as she asked his question through sight, taking another large sip.

Stuffing his hands in his pockets he stared at her with lidded eyes. "Grillbz. Been working a sixer, and I'm starving."

She nodded and smiled, slipping her own free hand into her pocket. "Cool…" She grinned at the pun as she snow started to fall through the windows in the backdrop, and Sans chuckled. "So, um, I guess I'll...see you around New Snowden?" She asked, her question hollow and echoing of disappointment. She turned to leave and Sans threw his hand out.

"Hold up Frisk!" He rushed his words, causing him to pause as blue absorbed his face and left eye. This halted her in her tracks, and she looked at him over her shoulder with pink on her cheeks. There was a faint blue coming from in front of her, where her heart was.

"...Sans?" She asked softly, holding her cup with both hands.

He blinked, cleared his throat, and leaned back. The blue from her dissipated immediately, and she turned fully to him. Sheepishly, he scratched the the back of his skull, and looked at her under under lidded eyes. "...Wanna get some Grillbz?"

She tilted her head, and then smiled as she nodded. "That would be wonderful."

The diner was mostly dim with low lights that were at each booth and above the tables and bars, with the exception of the bright glow that came off the shop-owner. Sans and Frisk were sitting at a booth in particular, and laughing at each other's bad jokes.

Sans leaned over to her and said in a low tone, "Knock knock,"

Frisk giggled, "Who's there?"

"Broken pencil,"

"Broken pencil who?"

"Eh, there was something, but what's the point?" He said as he leaned back with a wink. Frisk roared in laughter into the table. Sans smirked as he could feel his heart warm at the sight of her.

What are the chances? Well, I guess pretty good, if all your family is in one town. His smile faltered a little as he looked her over. He knew he was bad with handling time, but this kid couldn't have been gone for just four or five years. She looked too different for it to be that short of a time. With monsters it's a different bag, they got to choose how old they looked. Their magic allowed for that amount of will, but humans were different. Their determination didn't stop them from aging, it just kept them from dying…

"How old are ya kiddo?" Sans asked cautiously, causing her to look up at him. No hinting of embarrassment, just blatant curiosity like how he remembered. She leaned back as she thought.

"Huh...lets see…" They glanced at Grillzb as he brought them their orders. A heaping burger for Frisk, and a ketchup bottle for Sans. "Thanks Grillzb." She smiled at him, causing him to nod in acknowledgement as he left and she went back to her thought. "Hum….Eighteen?" She asked herself, not seeing Sans eyes widen. He gripped his bottle as he took her in. Eighteen? She looked up as she leaned forward, thinking hard. "I've been in the circuit for about eight years...and a couple weeks ago I was told that the state couldn't hold me anymore...saying I was too old...So yeah!" She smiled brightly at Sans. "Eighteen!"

Sans blinked at the hand that had jutted out at him, and he then grinned at the miffed look in her eyes. Taking a sugar packet from the holder next to him, he placed it in her palm. "Happy Birthday kiddo, hopefully this will sweeten the deal." His hand lingered for a bit too long.

She chuckled as she looked at their hands, and she gripped his gingerly. Sans looked down at it and genuinely smiled, a blue tint on his cheeks, but only for a second as he pulled his hand away and drank some ketchup. Frisk almost looked disappointed.

Sans smile dropped as he took her in. She looked...sad. Her shoulders were slumped, and in this light she looked so tired. She looked so beautiful.

He closed his eyes as he pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind, smirking as she ripped through her burger in four large bites. "Woah kid, slow down! Don't want you to choke." She coughed at that as she grabbed for her drink and swallowed down her burger. After she regained herself, he went back to studying her. "So just rolling through town?" This question caught her as she looked up at him.

Shaking her head she swallowed what was in her mouth, and she coughed. "N-no, well, it depends." She mumbled the last part. Looking at him she sighed and put the burger down. "I..I need to talk to Torielle. I mean...I...I doubt she would want to take me in, but-" She blushed as Sans busted a gut at her statement. He laughed into his wrist and looked at her.

"Now kid, that's the funniest line I've heard all night."

She blushed as she stared down at her food. Sans shrugged and leaned on his elbows. "Tori is going to love seeing you. You did save everyone after all, all those years ago."

Sans raised a brow as Frisk bit her lip. He leaned forward to get a better look at her. Sad. He was about to reach out to her when she plastered a bright smile on her face. "You know if the hotel is still here?" She asked, her voice distant. Sans nodded, and Frisk reached into her pocket, about to pay when Sans brushed it off.

"Don't sweat it kiddo...need a place to crash that's free of charge?"

Frisk blushed deeply as she held her hand up. "No no no! D-don't worry about me! Besides, I'm sure there's no room in the house what with you and Papyrus -" he caught her wrist as she stood from the booth. She looked back at him, catching his eye flickering blue for half a second. He grinned at her as he pulled her back down.

"Sit. Eat your food. If you need a place to crash for the night don't sweat it." He shrugged.

"Bu-" he pressed a bony finger to her lips, and he smiled. "I insist."

Frisk blushed at the warmth of his fingers.