The Light That Leads Us Home
Chapter 1.
Going with Male Frisk and Male Chara, because I feel like it.
This fic takes place about three months after the perfect pacifist ending, with Frisk staying Toriel, as I have yet to see any players choose to not stay with her.
Corny title, I know, but, hear me out, as I was coming up with title ideas a bunch of song names/lyrics swam around in my head, because that's one place where a lot of my ideas come from, music I listen too. So, in the end, me being the Breaking Benjamin fan that I am, I decided to go with a title based on my favorite line from my new favorite Breaking Benjamin song "Failure" (Do not let that fool you, this fic has a happy ending). Hell, the entire "Dark Before Dawn" CD brought a lot of inspiration, along with some really great fan art I saw on DA.
Also, there will more than likely be references to lines from other songs as well, since, a lot of songs (and my love for this game/fandom) drove me to finally start this fic.
It had been a few months since Monsters had returned to the surface and despite the initial confusing and wariness, the humans were gradually warming up to their new inhabitants.
Frisk, the child who had made it all possible and the Monsters' ambassador, had so far been living a comfortable life with his new Monster family, with every day bringing a new adventure, albeit much smaller than the one that had brought them all together. Between joining in on the antics of skeleton brothers Sans and Papyrus, play sparring with Undyne, watching Anime with Alphys, and much more, life could not have been sweeter for young Frisk.
However, while all was well in the world, Frisk still felt like everything was incomplete, notably, ever since the barrier between the underground and the surface had been shattered, one thing remained on his mind. During his first adventure, he had befriended and liberated everyone and everything that he had encountered and freed them all from their unfair entrapment. That is...all except one; Frisk could not stop thinking about the one person that despite everything, he was unable to free...Asriel Dreemurr, the late son of Toriel and Asgore Dreemurr.
While he may have save Asirel's soul, Frisk still felt like he had, in some way, failed Asriel, like there was more he could have done for him. He thought about it, every night he laid down to sleep, the thoughts came flowing back.
"Asriel..." Frisk thought as he lay under the covers, "we're the same age, he shouldn't be stuck inside that soulless flower, he should be here, with us, with his parents, with me. He deserves to be happy, just like the rest of us." It killed him to think about it, but, he could not those thoughts out of his head, sometimes it would even leave him crying in his sleep, if caught by anyone, he would lie and say that he was just having nightmares about the underground. As much as he wanted to tell the others the truth about Flowey, who was new loitering (unwillingly of course) in the garden of their new home, he just could not bring himself to do so, one, because he doubted that they would believe him and two, if they did believe the, it would probably devastate and horrify them, and given what had transpired a month ago, plus what had happened the centuries before barrier's destruction, Frisk felt that they had suffered enough.
Also, ever since he and the Monsters had returned to the surface, he could not shake the feeling that someone or something he could not see was watching him. He was not sure what it was, but, it was hard to ignore. It was all so mentally exhausting.
One day, however, something happened.
It was a beautiful day outside and, being a weekend, there was no school, so, Toriel called for a family outing at the park. Frisk, who was sitting on a swing, watched as everyone had their fun, Undyne was doing pull-ups on jungle gym. while Alphys watched in admiration, Toriel was sitting on a bench, enjoying the nice weather, with Asgore sitting next to her. Frisk snickered as Asgore inched closer to Toriel and slowly tried to reach for her hand, only to met with an acerbic glare from Toriel, then as he withdrew his hand, she smirked and turned her attention to Sans and Papyrus, were taking turns spinning each other on the little merry-go-round.
It was fun, but, once again, it only reminded him that they were short one person, Frisk looked forlornly at the empty swing beside him.
"You could be here," referring to Asriel, the boy sighed, "if only I could have...if only there was a way..." he lowered his head and closed his eyes. Just then, he heard someone sit in the swing next to him, he looked and found Sans.
"Well, that was fun, time for a break," the short skeleton said, "not that I have a choice, seeing as Papyrus decided to challenge Undyne to a pull-up contest."
Frisk glanced over at the jungle gym and saw Papyrus trying (and failing) desperately to keep up with Undyne as she did pull-ups at an unimaginable rate.
"So, what's up with you, kid?" Sans asked.
"Oh, nothing," Frisk answered, "just...sitting here...enjoying the quiet."
"Are ya sure?" the hooded skeleton inquired, "'Cause you look kinda down."
Frisk looked at him, as lazy and carefree as Sans usually was, he was definitely not stupid, and, given his relationships, it was not hard for him to pick up on negative feelings.
"Um...well..." the human child admitted hesitantly, "I was kind of thinking about...someone...someone I may never see again, not in real life at least." He stared at the ground, while Sans was completely silent. Frisk, thought that was the end of it, he expected at most to get a brief response from Sans, who would probably just walk away afterwards.
Instead, however, Sans slid off his swing and got behind Frisk.
"Hey, want me to push ya?" he offered, "If you're gonna sit on a swing, you might as well swing."
Frisk smiled softly and nodded, then gripped the swing chains tightly as Sans gave him a good push with one hand.
"So, this..."someone"...you're thinking about," Sans questioned casually, "were they a friend?"
"Oh...um..." the human boy expressed, gently pumping his legs, "actually, I didn't really know them all that well, I met him only once, while we were underground. He was scared, lonely, *sigh* lost. He needed help, probably more than anyone else I had met, but...due to circumstances...I couldn't save him."
"I see..." the short skeleton voiced, "that's a rough feeling."
"Yeah." Frisk said sadly.
Several seconds of silence followed, Sans continuing to push the swing while Frisk rock back and forth as he went.
"Was this person...someone we'd know?" Sans asked curiously, "Someone perhaps related to one of us somehow?"
Frisk was scared to answer, but, he had no choice.
"Well...yeah," he said, "he was, but, you probably wouldn't have known about him, he was about my age and he lived a long time ago."
"O-Oh." the hooded skeleton responded solemnly.
Frisk was surprised when the swing came to stop, Sans having stopped pushing.
"Sans?" the boy spoke curiously looking over his shoulder at the suddenly quiet skeleton.
"Oh, sorry kid," Sans said, going back to his lax self, "got distracted there for a moment."
He then began to push the human child's swing forward again, this time with both hands.
"Is that why you've been acting strange lately," the short skeleton wondered, "you've been thinking about this person?"
"Yeah," Frisk said meekly, "I didn't say anything because...well, many reasons, but, mostly, I just didn't know how to explain it."
"I get it." Sans stated.
Despite the limitations, Frisk was glad he was finally able to tell someone about his recent troubles.
Just then, came Alphys running over to the swing set, looking frazzled.
"Oh boy, that was something," the lizard woman sighed, "Undyne asked me to keep track of her pull-ups, but, after a while, I just couldn't keep up with her."
She sat down on the open swing next to Frisk and pulled out her phone.
"I hope Toriel doesn't get mad at me for bringing this here." she voiced.
"Can't see why she would," Sans said, "she and everyone else brought their phones."
Alphys then proceeded to watch anime on her mobile device.
"So, Frisk," the hooded skeleton inquired, "I probably should've asked this earlier, but, does this person you've been talking about have a name?"
Frisk felt his palms grow sweaty as he gripped the chains on his swing.
"Promise you won't tell Toriel?" the child asked tensely, looking back at Sans.
The request got Alphys' attention, while Sans looked on curiously.
"The person I'm talking about," Frisk finally admitted, "his name is Asriel."
As soon as he said that, Sans grabbed the swing chains, forcing it to stop, which startled the human child.
The statement also seemed to catch Alphys's attention.
"Sorry, Frisk," Sans said coolly, "but, what you said just now, confuses me."
He then walked around and stood in front of the human boy.
"You said that you met Asriel," the short skeleton voiced seriously, "and given that mention of Toriel, I assume you're talking about, the Asriel."
"You know about him?" Frisk questioned curiously, "How?"
"How do ya think?" Sans responded, "Toriel has brought him up in conversations, which will go undetailed for now, she told me everything about him."
Frisk was not sure whether he should have been surprised or not that Sans already knew, since he and Toriel spoke so much.
"However, the biggest detail that came up was that the kid was...well...dead," Sans continued, "yet, you say you've met him."
Frisk nodded.
Alphys continued to look on curiously.
"Okay, kid," Sans requested, "why don't ya tell the story from the beginning, I gotta hear this."
"Me too." Alphys stated.
With both the hooded skeleton and the lizard scientist listening closely, Frisk told the whole story form the beginning, from his first encounter with Flowey to his farewell to Asriel.
"That's what happened," Frisk sighed, "and I haven't stopped thinking about it since then."
Both listeners were speechless.
"...That...flower..." Alphys mumbled quietly, "...that...yellow flower...that was..."
"You know," Frisk informed them, "it's still around...that flower, Asriel said that when I see it I shouldn't think of it as him, but, the fact is impossible to ignore."
"Ah, so that's why you brought it up from the underground." Sans voiced.
The human boy nodded.
Alphys looked at the ground sadly, her phone now turned off.
"I wanted to do more for him," Frisk lamented, "but, I couldn't, I don't have magic or scientific talents and I still don't fully understand the true power of souls; still, I just wish I could do something...anything...to help Asriel."
An empathetic Sans looked at the sullen scientist and child, who were both staring dismally at the ground. Not an enjoyable sight.
"Well...why can't you?" the short skeleton said suddenly, getting the human boy's attention. "You may not have any magic or scientific knowledge of your own," He offered, "but, remember who your friends are; we've got all the magic and science you need."
"Yeah, he's right," Alphys voiced, "but, Sans...where are you going with this?"
"We're going to do...something," Sans affirmed, "after we get home of course."
Frisk had no idea what Sans could have meant when he said that they would do "something", but, never expected what happened from there, after they got home, on Sans' instruction, Frisk uprooted a very irritated Flowey and they quickly whisked him off to Alphys' lab.
for the next several days, Frisk, Alphys, and Sans spent all the free time they got in Alphys' lab; on the first days, they ran simple tests, to figure out just what they were really dealing with. Something was there, that much was obvious, signs of a prominent, yet damaged soul lay dormant in the psychotic flower. All they had to do was make the inactive soul active, though such an act was easier said than done.
"Sans, can I ask you something," Frisk wondered, "what made you wanna do this?"
"Hmm?" sans responded, "Oh, nothing really, mainly just curiosity, just to see if it could be done...I got nothing better to do."
"But, I thought you liked doing absolutely nothing." the human boy voiced dryly.
"I didn't say I was gonna do all the work, did?" Sans retorted.
Frisk laughed as the short skeleton rubbed his head.
So, experiments began and all the while Flowey would try unsuccessfully to fight them every step of the way.
"What is wrong with you?" the yellow flower scoffed, "What makes you think any of this will work? You're better off just tearing me to pieces."
Day after day, with every attempt made, Flowey got more derisive, to the point where he almost seemed genuinely upset that the experiments were not working. Then, one day, Frisk came home from school, eager to go to the lab, though he was unable to until he finished his homework: Toriel's rules. As soon as he was free, Frisk wasted no time getting to the lab, finding Alphys and Sans already there. They both seemed to be looking closely at a surprisingly quiet Flowey.
"Hey guys," Frisk asked carefully, "how is everything?"
Before either of them could respond, Flowey turned to face Frisk and greeted him with broad smile, with a look legitimate joy on his face.
"Hi, Frisk!" the flower said, in a tone that sounded quite sincere, "I'm so glad you're home, I hope you had good day."
"Flowey?" Frisk responded puzzledly, "Are you okay?"
"I'm just...so happy to see you..." Flowey continued, seeming as if he was getting emotional, "I...missed...you...I..."
The flower squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head furiously.
"Ugh, what is happening!?" he groaned, sounding like his bitter self again, "What have you done to me?"
While Flowey fussed, Sans, who was resting his head on the table, place a bell jar over the flower.
"That happened last night, too," Alphys told Frisk, "after you went to bed, Sans and I decided to run a few last experiments before turning in ourselves, it looked like we weren't going to make any progress, until, before wrapping up the last test, Flowey experienced a break in his personality. It only lasted for about a minute, but, while it did, Flowey seemed like an entirely different person, he seemed scared and confused, asking where he was, then calling for you, but, we told him you were already in bed. He kept calling you, until he finally went back to his usual self."
"This time," Sans announced, "his break lasted for at least five minutes, you were lucky to catch the tail end of it."
Frisk was not sure what to think, it sounded positive, but, he did not want to get his hopes up just yet.
"Was it random?" the boy wondered, "Or did something make it happen?"
"We're not quite sure what triggered the breaks," Alphys voiced, "we were so surprised when they happened, we weren't really paying attention to what we were doing."
"We did refer to him as Asriel by accident a few times," Sans said, "though, we're not sure if that has any significance or not."
"Well, from now, let's refer to him only as "Asriel", maybe that will help wake him." Frisk suggested.
He was ready to try anything.
Another month had passed and it was now summer, meaning the kids were out of school now, allowing Frisk to spend more time in the lab. By now, Flowey had gone from derisive and aggressive to nihilistic and depressed. However, with every new day, Flowey's breaks from "himself" to Asriel were lasting longer and longer, which made Frisk all the more determined to keep going.
They were definitely close, however, they still were not sure what was triggering the breaks.
"Why are you still doing this?" the yellow flower asked miserably, "Don't you know when to give up? Can't you see it's all for nothing?"
Sans rolled his eyes and spun himself around in one of the rotating lab chairs.
"I'm sorry," Frisk responded, "but, I'm not ready to give up just yet, Asriel."
"Stop! Stop calling me that!" Flowey yelled, "I'm not Asriel! I'm Flowey! Flowey! Flowey! Flowey!"
The flower continued to argue, Sans was about to put the bell jar over him again, but, before he could, Frisk picked Flowey up off the table and, despite the struggling, squeezed him in a tight hug.
"Careful, Frisk-" Alphys said tensely, but, Sans raised his hand in front of her face to silence her.
"Stop it!" Flowey cried struggling, "Put me down!"
But, Frisk ignore his discontent.
"It's okay, Asriel," Frisk said quietly, "it'll be okay."
"No, no, why don't you listen!?" Flowey continued, on the verge of tears, "I'm not Asriel, I'm Flowey, just a soulless flower! You can't help me!"
Frisk continued to squeeze the yellow flower, gently petting his golden petals.
"Ugh, Frisk," Flowey whimpered, "why, Frisk..."
Then it happened.
"Frisk," the flower suddenly lamented in a familiar tone, "I'm tired of this, I don't want to be a flower any more!"
A break.
"I want to be myself again," Flowey...no...Asriel implored, "Frisk, please...please help me!"
"Don't worry," the human boy affirmed "we'll get you back, soon if we're lucky."
"I miss my parents," Asriel sniveled, "do they know about me, like this?"
Frisk shook his head.
"Good," the flower sighed sadly, "they shouldn't, still, I'd give anything to see them again."
"You will." Frisk stated.
Frisk and "Asriel" continued to talk for several minutes, which turned into several hours; as they waited, Alphys kept track of the time, while Sans sat down in a chair, soon drifting off to sleep.
They expected Asriel to switch back to Flowey at any given moment, but, it did not happen. the break lasted well into the evening.
"Frisk," Toriel suddenly called from upstairs, "where are you? It's past your bedtime."
"Oh, is it that late already?" Frisk responded.
"Wow, I was so busy waiting to see what would happen," Alphys said, "I didn't realize how late it was getting."
Sans awoke from his nap at the lab table.
"Sorry, Asriel," Frisk told the flower, placing him back on the table, "I have to go to bed now, but, I'll see you tomorrow."
"Okay, goodnight, Frisk." Asriel said solemnly.
"Come on, kid," Sans yawned, "we better go before anyone comes looking for us."
Alphys stayed behind.
"I'll keep him company," she said, "someone should be here to see if anything happens."
After bidding her goodnight, Frisk was escorted upstairs by Sans, for once, he was not afraid to go to sleep. Frisk had trouble getting himself to sleep, only now, the reason was not because he was brooding, but, instead that he was excited and anxious to see the results of their experiments.
The next day, after Frisk woke up and finished eating breakfast, he made his way to the lab, where Sans and Alphys were already waiting.
"There he is." Sans stated.
"Good morning, Frisk." Alphys said, strangely in high spirits.
"Frisk, you're finally up!" the flower said, also sounding happy.
It was clear that it was Asriel speaking and not Flowey, which made Frisk run up to the table.
"How did it go?" the human boy asked, "When did he change this time?"
"Well, the thing is," Alphys informed him, "he actually never switched back from yesterday."
"Really?" Frisk responded, cautiously optimistic, "The break lasted all night?"
The yellow flower wiggled back and forth with a smile on his face.
"According to Alphys," Sans said, "the little guy moped around until he fell asleep around one in the morning."
"I'm glad I managed to stay awake that long," the lizard scientist sighed, "I didn't think I was gonna make it, but, I did it."
"It was hard, Frisk," Asriel said, "there were a couple times where it felt like I was changing back, but, I wouldn't do it, I forced myself to think about you, mom and dad, and everyone else, and before I knew it, it was morning and I was still here."
Frisk picked the flower up.
"Good job." he said happily.
"I don't know if I should be saying it yet, Frisk," Asriel expressed, "but, I feel like it's almost over, like I won't be this way much longer, I feel it deep inside."
The human child hugged the flower tightly and Alphys hugged them both, then Sans pat Frisk on the head.
Just then, they heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
"Frisk?" it was Toriel, "Sans? Where is everyone?"
"It's Mom." Asriel gasped quietly.
"We can't let her see." Frisk stated tensely.
"Here," Sans said, taking the flower and putting it behind his back, "I got this."
Toriel finally made it down the stairs and found the three of them in the lab.
"Oh, there you are," she voiced, "you three have been spending an awful lot of time down here, what have you been doing?"
Nobody said anything.
"It's nothing, really," Sans responded, bring his hands back to his front, revealing that he was not holding the flower anymore, "Frisk just wanted to get some true lab experi-mence." (I am not a pun expert!)
After taking a moment to enjoy the pun Toriel went back on track.
"I see, but, what could you be doing that would have held up down here for so many days?" she asked curiously.
Alphys was too distracted by Sans' empty hands to respond.
"I...we can't tell you..." Frisk said solemnly, "it's...it's a surprise."
Toriel looked at Sans and Alphys, who nodded in agreement.
"I promise, if it works, you...and Asgore...will be very happy," Frisk added, "but, it's too early yet to tell you about it."
The goat woman was still curious, but, because she did not expect them to be doing anything they should not be, she did not question any further.
"Well, all right then," she said, "but, whatever you're doing, please be careful, all of you."
With that, she went back upstairs, much to the others' relief.
"Sans," Alphys questioned, "where's the flower?"
"Right here." he replied.
The short skeleton winked as he reached behind his back and pulled out the flower.
"Where'd I go just now?" Asriel wondered.
As the day ended and Asriel remained conscious in the flower once more, Frisk once again went to sleep peacefully, however, as he slept, he was once again met with a weird feeling. That feeling of being watched once more and though he did not really feel as if he were in danger, it still felt unnerving.
He then had a very strange dream.
(Dream)
Frisk was still laying in bed, but, now he was surrounded by gray nothingness, it was strange and he was confused.
Then through the grayness, a very tall, slender figure loomed over him, it's face barely visible. Frisk was able to make out a round head and empty eye sockets as the being stared at him and it was wearing a long black coat.
Because he had been around Monsters for so long now, Frisk was not afraid of his mysterious visitor, more so he was curious.
"Um...hello...Sir." Frisk said warily, somehow sensing that the visitor was male.
He did not get a verbal response, but, he noticed that there was serious look on the being's face; then, the visitor raised a skeletal hand and proceeded to frantically move its fingers in different positions, repeating some.
Frisk guessed that this was the being's way of communicating, unfortunately Frisk did not understand hand signs all that well, he remembered hearing about it somewhere before, but, he was not too familiar with it at the moment.
"I'm sorry..." Frisk voiced, "I don't understand."
The troubled figure was now signing desperately with both hands, making it even hard for Frisk to figure out what it was trying to say. Frisk tried to think, there were only two letters that he recognized off the bat, as the were easy, and that was "A" and "N". Those were the only two letters in the full string of letters being signed that Frisk could identify and given that the being would start by pointing at him, he guessed that it was trying to say "you".
"You A\\ \\ \AN\\\ " Frisk mused quietly, trying to piece together a sensible answer.
He could see that the visitor was becoming disparaged, realizing that it could not be understood, which made Frisk feel bad.
"I'm sorry, Sir," the human boy expressed, "I don't know all my hand signs, is there any other way you could help me understand what you are trying to say?"
There was long period of silent stillness before the visitor nodded, it then raised its white, bony hand and placed it on the human boy's head.
Suddenly, everything changed, Frisk now found himself standing on a tall hill, twilight was shining on the horizon, the wind was eerily calm as it raked his semi-long brown hair. As he turned around to get a full view of his surroundings, Frisk discovered that he was not alone on the hill as he spotted another young human boy standing at least ten yards away. The boy appeared to be about the exact same height as Frisk and also had brown, medium length hair, just like himself. The mysterious boy, like Frisk, was wearing a striped shirt, only it was green and yellow as opposed to Frisk's purple and blue one.
The boy appeared to be fiddling with something in his hands and as Frisk looked closer, he saw that the young stranger was mindlessly tearing the petals off of a bundle of yellow flowers, bearing quite the resemblance to "Flowey", that he was holding in his hands.
Then, the mystery child stopped and looked up at Frisk, revealing his eyes to be the most piercing shade of red, and smiled in a manner that looked anything but human.
"I'm co-ming, Frisk." the boy snickered darkly.
Before Frisk could react, the vision faded, back to what it originally was, that of the tall, slender figure standing in front of him.
"What was..." the human boy mumbled puzzledly.
He looked up at his mystery visitor.
"Are you trying to warn me?" he wondered, "Am I or someone I care about in danger?"
The being nodded.
"Frisk!" he suddenly heard.
(End Dream)
Frisk was jolted awake by somebody shaking him, it was Alphys.
"Frisk, come on, get up," she said quietly in an urgent tone, "you gotta come to the lab!"
"What is it?" the boy responded, still half asleep, "Did something happen?"
"Oh, you could say that." Alphys said, laughing awkwardly.
Frisk tried to keep up as Alphys dragged him along, both trying to be quiet to keep from waking anyone else up. Frisk managed to get a glimpse of the clock and saw that it was 4:50 a.m., the sight made him rub his eyes with his free hand again.
"I'll assure you now, though you may not believe me," the lizard scientist said, as they walked down the stairway to the lab, "that none of this right now is a dream, swearsies."
When they finally entered, Alphys excitedly directed Frisk's attention to the lab table and what he saw made him rub his eyes again, extra hard, to make sure that what he was seeing was real.
On the table was Asriel...in his true form, the original Monster form he was born in. The young goat boy was sleeping soundly on the table top, covered by Sans' jacket.
"Asriel!?" Frisk uttered quietly, "He's...but, when?"
"Just a minute ago." Alphys affirmed.
"Turned back as he slept," Sans added, "the kid didn't even flinch."
Frisk was shocked, he had not expected Asriel to return to physical form so soon.
"Should we wake him and alert him to his change?" Alphys wondered.
Frisk looked at Asriel's peaceful, sleeping face.
"No, don't," he said, "we don't know if this will last, but, if it does, I want him to be surprised."
They stood around the table quietly, though, as they did, Frisk felt an odd presence, similar to the one he had felt in his dream. He was not sure why, but, he felt as if they were being watched by something sinister.
"Hey," the human boy asked, gripping the side of the lab table, "did anything else happen at the time Asriel changed back? Something unsettling maybe?"
"Not that I recall." Alphys said.
"Really, you didn't see or hear anything out of the ordinary?" Frisk pressed.
"I don't remember," Sans responded, "should we have?"
Frisk looked around the lab, they appeared to be the only ones present, as far as he could tell.
"I guess not," he said, "just checking."
Even so, the human boy felt compelled to stay close to lab table, close to Asriel.
"Do I...have to go back to bed?" Frisk voiced, "'Cause I really wanna be here when Asriel wakes up."
"Well...I suppose it's close enough to morning," Alphys said, "and you don't have to worry about school right now."
"We'll all stay until then," Sans said, "and if Toriel comes looking for us, she'll be surprised too."
Frisk immediately sat down in one of the rotating lab chairs and pulled up to the lab table, along with his two Monster friends. He shifted his gaze between the clock, which now read 5:00 a.m., eagerly waiting for the moment the goat boy would wake up. At the same time, Frisk still could not shake the feeling of another, unseen, being present in the room with them, as much as he wanted to ignore the feeling. It was impossible.
"Frisk." he suddenly heard.
"What?" the boy responded aloud.
Sans and Alphys looked at him curiously.
"Did somebody say me name?" Frisk wondered.
"I-I didn't hear anything." Alphys said, as Sans shook his head.
"Oh," Frisk replied warily, looking around once more, "never mind."
Oi, first chapter is finally done and admittedly kind of awkward because this is my first time doing a fic with these characters (though do not expect me to keep them strictly in character).
I am not going for gold here, this fic just needs to exist in case I do any other Undertale fics and I will explain that at the end of the fic.