Frisk wakes up in a bed of yellow flowers. She looks around as she stands.
"H-hello? Is anyone there?" Frisk calls softly, her voice waving. No answer came so Frisk became to cautiously look around her surroundings. Frisk gasps as she came face to face with a goat lady.
"Hello, young one. Why are you here?" She asks.
"I, um, fell down the hole." Frisk says.
"You poor thing. Are you hurt?" Toriel questions.
"I'll be fine. I think." Frisk answers. The sunlight from above shines down. Frisk winces and closes her eyes.
"Let's get you to a safe and warm place for now." Toriel says. Frisk nods and follows Toriel to her home. Once the light faded, Frisk opened her eyes again. Frisk had never seen a house so big before. Toriel opens the door. "Go on in, my child." Frisk slowly steps in and is met with a chaotic scene of a couple of children running about, a pair of skeletons talking and a lone girl in a chair and fortunately dim lighting. Toriel closes the door. Everything stops and all eyes land on Frisk. Frisk looks at each monster in turn. One skeleton was wearing a black trench coat over a turtleneck, dark gray pants and shoes. The shorter skeleton was wearing a blue, fur-lined, zip-up hoodie, plain white shirt, black pants, blue shoes and a scarf that was almost scarlet. The kids wore rather ordinary striped shirts and jeans but the other, solom girl wore a purplish shirt-thing, Frisk had no idea what to call it, over a black-ish dress with boots almost like Frisk's own. Frisk nervously wrings her hands together.
"*hey, tori. who's the kid?"
"Oh dear, I forgot to ask their-"
"She is named Frisk." Frisk corrects boldly.
"*heh. i like this kid."
"I'm not a kid. I'm fifteen." Frisk states, a little more snappishly than she intended.
"*i'm really liking the spunk, pal."
"๐งโ๐๐ง. โ โก โ ๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐ ๐ฃ ๐งโ ๐โ๐ง๐ฃ (Sans. Try to refrain from sarcasm.)" The first, taller skeleton says.
"*sure. alright, bro. even though i wasn't using any sarcasm." the other said. Frisk assumes that was Sans.
"Why? It's not like I don't know what Sarcasm is. I use it alot." Frisk says in a joking manner.
"*i bet you do, kid." Sans smirks.
"I also know a joke but it's a really bad one my doctor said once. He always thinks he can get those boring jokes to make people laugh." Frisk mutters.
"*i bet i can make better jokes than him, then." Sans said.
"I'll be the judge of that." Frisk stats. Sans narrows his eye sockets. Frisk grins.
Sans looks at Frisk. The kid was a tricky one.
"*alright. challange accepted. i'll just have to pull out my most humerus jokes, then." Sans says. "*try to tickle your funny bone." Sans knows that everyone had their eyes on him. He hadn't told a pun for four years and everyone that knew him well enough was in complete and utter shock. Frisk cracks a smile. "*hey. knock knock."
"Who's there?" Frisk asks. Sans smiles.
"*orange." Sans replied.
"Orange who?" Frisk questions again.
"*orange you glad to be here?" Sans finished. Frisk momentarily burst into laughter. "*so i am better, then. good 'nough for me." Sans settles back down. "*come on and sit, frisk."
"โก โ ๐โโ๐๐'โ โ ๐ ๐๐๐ง ๐๐๐ โ๐โโ ๐๐ ๐ง ๐๐. ๐โ โ๐ง ๐๐๐๐. (You haven't told jokes like that in so long. It was nice.)" Gaster says.
"*i don't know why but the kid just made me want to joke again." Sans admitted. "*honestly, it feels nice." Frisk sits down next to Sans, eyes closed.
"๐๐ , ๐ ๐๐ง๐. ๐'๐ฃ ๐โ๐งโ๐ . (Hello, Frisk. I'm Gaster.)" Gaster extends a hand out to Frisk. She takes it after a minute of searching and they shake hands.
Sans stands up, stretching non-existent muscles,"*welp. I'm going to take a walk and maybe try working on my HP some."
"Do you mind if I tag along?" Frisk asks.
"*uh, sure, frisk." Sans shrugs and watches Frisk. Frisk stands up and ties her hair up, keeping her eyes shut.
"I'll be able to keep up." Frisk assures. Sans turns and leaves the house, Frisk following behind. After some time, Sans stops and turns to Frisk.
"*we're here, kid." Sans announces. Frisk nods and searched for something to practice on. "*there's a punching bag near ya." Sans says.
"Thank you." Frisk tells Sans with a warm smile.
Sans looks away, "*no problem, frisk." The two train for several hours until Sans had the bright idea to spar. Frisk agrees and the two stand across from each other. Frisk's eyes open and she stares at Sans while his eye glowed a blue color. Frisk bolts to one side while Sans throws bones. Frisk dodges a good deal of them when Toriel's voice sounds.
"Sans! What-" Toriel stops. A bone hits Frisk hard, causing her to fall backwards on her butt.
[-4 HP]
"*frisk!" Sans shouts, rushing to help his friend.
"I'm alright, Sans. It's nothing." Frisk assures, standing up and brushing the dust away. "I have a joke."
"*oh? What's the joke?" Sans asks.
"Why didn't the skeleton go to the dance?" Frisk asks.
"*why?" Sans questions.
"He had no body to go with." Frisk answers. Sans laughs.
"*alright. I got one for you. why didn't the skeleton cross the road?" Sans asks.
"he didn't have the guts." Frisk and Sans says in unison. Both laugh.
"*that's how to tell a good joke." Sans states.
"Yes it is. I like your's more. It was a lot better than mine." Frisk sighs.
"*nah. it tickled my funny bone." Sans assures Frisk. Frisk smiles warmly. "*hey. You wanna crash at my place?"
"If it's no trouble, I would love to." Frisk accepts. Sans smiles a little.
"*i'll have to set up the extra room, then." Sans says. "*this is going to be nice, having company."
Frisk folds her hands behind her back as she and Sans follow Toriel back to her house. Sans opens the door when they arrive, gesturing for Frisk and Toriel to go first.
Gaster looks up and just about freaks out, "๐งโ๐๐ง! ๐โโ ๐๐ ๐ โก โ โ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐!? โ๐๐ ๐โโ ๐๐ง ๐ ๐ฃ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ง๐ฉ๐๐โ๐ ๐! ๐๐ โ๐๐โก ๐โ๐ ๐ ๐ฃ๐ โ๐๐๐ โก โ'๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ โ โ๐ ๐! โ๐๐ โ๐โโ'๐ง โ๐๐ โ๐งโ โ๐๐๐๐ โก โ ๐๐๐๐, โ๐โก ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ง, ๐๐ง ๐ โก โ โ ๐๐โ ๐โ ๐๐โโ๐๐! (Sans! What where you thinking!? The guards coming for inspection! If they had dome then you'd be in trouble! And that's the last thing You need, Anyone needs, is for you to get executed!)"
"*inspection!? oh my god... we need to hide!" Sans yelled, the light glinting of his fangs. "*frisk, follow me! we need to hide from the guard now!" Sans grabs Frisk's hand and leads her to a hidden room where Chara and Asriel were huddled. Sans instinctively held the closest person to his rib cage. Frisk looks at the door of the darkened room, somewhere between glad and terrified. After what seemed like an eternity, a loud voice sounds, yet Frisk is unable to make it out.
" ๐โก โ๐๐ ๐งโ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐โ๐๐๐? ๐โโ- (Why the sudden change? What-)" Gaster starts.
"Don't speak to me, Gaster." The loud response comes.
"๐ฉ-๐ฉโ๐ฉโก โ๐ง... ๐ฉ ๐โ๐ง๐ ๐ง๐๐ ๐โโ โก โ' ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ง ๐โ- (P-papyrus... please see what you're doing is hu-)" Gaster stutters, a recoil obvious in his voice.
"THAT IS ENOUGH!" Papyrus, Frisk assumes, yells.
"๐ ๐'โ โก โ ๐โ๐ โก๐ โโ ๐ฃ๐! ๐ ๐โโ๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐ โ๐๐๐๐ โ ๐๐๐ง๐ โ๐ โ๐โโ! (Don't you ever yell at me! I have done nothing to deserve that!)" Gaster yells back.
"I can't listen to this any more." Frisk whispers, standing up.
"*frisk, don't. papyrus'll kill you." Sans tries.
"I can handle myself, if it comes to a fight." Frisk assures, sneaking out of the hidden room. Frisk can see the two skeletons staring, more like glaring, at each other, challenge the other to do something. Frisk quickly made her presence known. Gaster and, by assumption, Papyrus look at her.
"Looks like you all were actually somewhat useful after all." Papyrus said, summoning a bone. Frisk raises her fists, alert and ready.
"I hope you'll understand that I won't kill anyone. It's against my morals and teachings." Frisk states.
"So be it, human." Papyrus says, a hint of respect in his voice.
"๐๐ ๐โ ๐๐โ , ๐ ๐๐ง๐, ๐ ๐โ๐ โก ๐๐'๐ง ๐งโ๐๐. (Be careful, Frisk, for everyone's sake.)" Gaster tells her. Frisk merely nods then leaves the house. Papyrus follows after.
