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Ben's Note of Sheer Awesome: Hey guys! So I wanted to kind of start this story off with a funny/serious episode, so I decided to have everyone go off looking for jobs! This will be a two part episode, just so we're clear. It's not a set character episode, so you get to enjoy everyone this time around! I hope you guys enjoy!

EAH HG GEEK: You kind of unintentionally inspired me to write this you know. Thanks for that. :) To answer your question, yes, I did cry at the 'death' of Asriel. It really did make me sad that Asriel didn't go to the surface with the others, even if he did revert back to Flowey. Another reason I'm kind of doing this.

Episode 1: Work Day-Part 1

Sans always was one to laze about with nothing to do. He was like that down in the Underground, and he didn't see why he couldn't be like that on the Surface. So, that's exactly what he did since the day he got to the surface. Absolutely nothing.

When Toriel and the others started to import things from the Underground to make things more like home, Sans laid down on a couch and watched everyone do it. He even watched them carry his couch in with him on it and set it in the main living room by the window. He watched them carry things up the wooden staircase not too far from the front door and he watched Asgore bring a few plants to the back of the house. Sans didn't lift a finger, and he liked it that way.

So, a few days after moving in, still not having moved from his spot, Sans was surprised when Toriel approached him with a job to do. "Do you mind watching Frisk for the afternoon?" Toriel asked him.

"I can keep an eye-socket open for her," Sans winked, "but you know I'd much rather sleep on this couch."

"And that's why I'm asking you," Toriel said. "You're the only one not going out today, so I figured you could keep an eye on Frisk."

"I'm a lazy bones alright," Sans chuckled. "Fine, I'll watch the kid. Where are you going, anyway?"

"To do work, something you can't limb-er up for," Toriel winked. "I'm going to try and get a teaching job at a near-by school. I also want to see if I can still register Frisk for this year."

"Sounds like a goat time," Sans said, making Toriel chuckle. "Asgore going with you?"

"Sans!" Toriel said, blushing. "We are officially together again. We're only living together because Frisk wanted us too."

"Ah, you didn't want to live with all your friends? That wounds my heart… that I don't have, because that's a muscle and I'm a skeleton," Sans smirked.

Toriel rolled her eyes. "No, Gorey and I are not going together. Now if you'll excuse me…"

A farting sound could be heard as Sans subtly set off a whoopee cushion. "You're excused," Sans said.

Toriel rolled her eyes playfully and left the house. Sans shut his eye sockets when he heard a few loud crashed. Sans opened his eyes and saw Papyrus was tumbling down the stairs, finally landing on his head. "OUCHIE!" Papyrus groaned. "I WILL NOT TOLERATE SUCH ANNOYING STAIRS!"

"Whoa there, stairdy yourself," Sans said. "Why were you upstairs anyway? Isn't your room down here?"

"I WAS JUST TELLING YOUNG FRISK TO BEHAVE… THEN I REALIZED THAT I SHOULD BE TELLING YOU THAT!" Papyrus said flatly.

"Take a step back," Sans chuckled. "I'll behave, promise."

"STOP THOSE BLASTED JOKES AND I'LL BELIEVE YOU!" Papyrus said flatly, heading for the door.

"What case of work are you going to tumble into today?" Sans asked.

"STOP IT! FOR YOUR INFORMATION, I'M GOING TO BE THE CAPTAIN OF THE-"

"Come on Papyrus!" Undyne groaned, walking into the room. "We're disbanded! Get over it!"

"Feeling a little fishy Undyne?" Sans asked.

"Haha, not funny," Undyne snarled. "Don't bug me with calls today, alright? I tried getting an interview with, like, twenty different gyms. I lost it every time except once, and that one time the guy on the other end lost it. I don't want to blow this interview, SO DON'T INTERUPT ME!"

"DO NOT FRET UNDYNE! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WILL LEAVE MY PHONE HERE!" Papyrus said, tossing his cell phone to Sans. "DON'T GO LOSING THAT! I HAVE A GOOD PLAN FOR THAT PHONE!"

"I'll be sure to dial back on messing with it," Sans winked.

"GAH! I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS!" Papyrus said and left the house.

"Ditto," Undyne said flatly and followed after Papyrus. Once outside, Undyne glanced at Papyrus. "You never mentioned where you were going."

"OH, RIGHT! I'M GOING TO BE THE CAPTAIN OF THE CHEFS!" Papyrus said with a giant grin. "I JUST HOPE A COOKING TEST ISN'T INVOLVED!"

"Yeah… good luck Papyrus," Undyne said, rolling her eyes as she started to walk off.

Papyrus stared at the road in front of him. "YOU KNOW… WE REALLY SHOULD GET SOME CARS WHEN WE HAVE SOME MONEY!" Papyrus said to himself as he began walking in the opposite direction.

Sans, meanwhile, was just barely shutting his eye sockets again when Alphys came up out of the basement, looking nervous. "You going to shake out of here too?" Sans asked.

"H-h-h-h-huh?! Oh, h-h-h-hey Sans," Alphys said, sighing. "I w-w-w-was going to g-g-g-go get an interview with a scientific l-l-l-laboratory near here."

"Really? Going to hypothesize how this will go?" Sans asked.

"I'm hoping they'll l-l-l-let me stay," Alphys said with a small smile. "I h-h-h-h-have so much to o-o-o-o-offer to the humans."

Sans nodded with a light smile. "I wish you a logical outcome," Sans said. Alphys nodded nervously and quickly left the house. Sans didn't even bother to shut his eyes this time when he noticed Asgore come up. "You too?"

"Sans," Asgore nodded. "I wanted to go take a nice walk outside. Enjoy the sun on my face, the feeling of the Surface. Think about life and things."

"Well, ponder away," Sans nodded. Asgore nodded and walked out the door. Sans waited a few more seconds before sighing. "Blind me with your shining stardom," Sans said.

"I knew you wanted it darling!" Mettaton giggled, coming into the living room. "You sure you'll be fine watching Frisk?"

"She's a bright little girl who shines probably more than you," Sans shrugged. "Let me guess, you're going to go find an acting job?"

"I am a star darling," Mettaton giggled. "Farewell for now! I shall return with fame and fortune!"

Sans rolled his eye sockets as Mettaton left. He shut his sockets again for a few minutes until he felt a tugging on Sans' shoulder. Sans opened one eye and saw Frisk standing there, smiling. "How you doing kid?" Sans asked with a small smile.

'Can we explore the town?' Frisk signed to him.

"Why would you want to do that?" Sans asked. "Why not just relax and chill?"

'Because I don't want to do it alone,' Frisk signed. 'It's scary being in a new place…'

Sane looked at Frisk carefully before offering her a small smile. "Alright, we can go exploring," Sans said, reluctantly getting to his feet. "But first… I have somewhere I want to go. Just a hunch."

(Toriel)

Toriel was standing in front of a giant elementary school, made of red bricks and seemed slightly old fashioned. The name of it was on gold plating right above the entrance. "SCHOOL: HOME OF THE BOOK WORMS"

"These guys must be at bad at naming things as Asgore," Toriel said, shaking her head as she walked inside. The entrance was wide as she walked in. She looked around and spotted the office not too far from the main entrance.

Toriel was about to walk to it went she felt something grip her leg. She looked down and saw a small child holding onto her with a smile on they're face. "Well, hello little one," she said with a smile.

"You're big!" the child giggled. "You feel like momma!"

Toriel smiled sweetly at the child. "I'm flattered you think so," Toriel said. "Do you mind letting go, little one? I have to go speak to your principal."

The child did as instructed, but cocked his head. "You mean Mr. Friendly?" the kid asked. He pouted a little bit. "I don't like him very much…"

Toriel cocked her head. "Why's that dear?" she asked.

"Because he…"

"Tony! Get away from that thing!" came a women's voice. Toriel's head turned to see a young women with long blonde hair saunter up to her. She roughly grabbed Tony's hand and glared at Toriel. "You're frightening the children. Get out," she hissed.

"I'm afraid I can't do that," Toriel said. "I have a job interview here and I have to register my young girl here."

The women sneered. "Probably some monster scum," she spat. "I hope you get fired before you're hired."

The lady stomped off, taking the reluctant Tony with her. Toriel frowned, quite honestly appalled by how the woman had treated her. Toriel turned to the office and made her way inside. It was a cozy little room, a small desk in the center. A young woman, Mrs. Kind, her tag read, was talking to a black haired man with a beard and glasses. When the man noticed Toriel, he smiled kindly.

"Good morning," he said to her. The women turned around, and when she saw Toriel, she smiled too. "You are Toriel, correct?"

"Yes, that's right. I came to register my little girl and for an interview," Toriel said.

"Ah, I can resgister your girl," Mrs. Kind said. "Madeline Kind, secretary. I can get a few of the forms ready for you to fill out."

"And I'm the Vice Principal, John Kind," the man said, shaking Toriel's hand with a smile. "I can interview you if you'd like."

"You will do no such thing," came a stern voice. Everyone's eyes turned to a man with blonde hair and a smug look on his face. He was wearing a golden suit and was smoking a cigar. "That beast would only scare the children, not to mention that monstrous child she has!"

"Mr. Friendly, please, be respectful," Mr. Kind said.

"Respectful? Those #$% monsters are going to kill us all, and you want me to respect her?" Mr. Friendly spat. "I'm afraid there's no job for you here, whatever you are. And your little brat child isn't welcome here either."

"I'll have you know that my child is a human, like yourself," Toriel said, slightly hurt by the man's words.

"Fine, the brat can come here. But you are never allowed to step foot on school grounds," Mr. Friendly snarled. Mr. Friendly diseappered back into his office. Mr. and Mrs. Kind looked at Toriel apologetically.

"Sorry you had to hear that," Mrs. Kind said. "Some of the teachers here are kind of… how do I say it nicely… monster racists. I personally find it disgusting that people like Mr. Friendly have to be so rude."

"I agree," Mr. Kind sighed. "I would totally give you a chance, Miss…"

"Toriel," Toriel sighed. "And I understand. Integrating into the human society isn't easy on us, and I bet it isn't easy on you. Sorry to be trouble for you."

"You aren't trouble at all," Mr. Kind smiled. "Here, we'll help you fill out the paperwork for your daughter and then we'll be sure she gets the proper teacher."

(Papyrus)

"ALRIGHT! FIRST DAY OUT IN THE WORKING COMMUNITY AND I HAVE TO FIND MYSELF A JOB!" Papyrus said to himself. He had been wandering around for quite some time, wandering the big city that they lived near. He had found a bunch of random opportunities, but none of them suited his tastes.

Papyrus hummed to himself as he walked along. Without the Royal Guard, he didn't really have a dream he wanted to accomplish on the Surface. That didn't get him down though. Papyrus always looked for an opportunity to make him a better skeleton, and that gave him determination.

"Hey, skinny bones!" came a loud voice. Papyrus turned to see a round man with a darker skin tone was looking at him. He had greyish black hair on the sides of his head, otherwise being bald. He had on a pair of reading glasses. He was squinting at Papyrus carefully. "Who might you be?"

"I BE THE GREAT PAPYRUS!" Papyrus said, walking over to the man. "I'M QUITE BIG IN THE MONSTER WORLD! I USED TO TRAIN TO BE THE CAPTAIN OF THE ROYAL GUARD!"

"Really now," the man chuckled. "The name's York. York Tolp. I run this newspaper stand," he said, gesturing to the stand full of newspapers behind him. "I noticed you walking by and figured you were new here."

"WOWIE! A HUMAN FIGURED OUT HOW NEW I AM TO THE SURFACE!" Papyrus smiled.

"Not hard to figure out Papyrus," York shrugged. "Monsters are reintegrating into society. Doesn't take a genius to put two and two together."

"GOOD, BECAUSE I MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE A BRAIN! MY BROTHER SANS SAYS WE DON'T, BUT I'M NOT ALL TOO SURE ABOUT THAT!" Papyrus said. "SAY HUMAN, DO YOU KNOW WHERE I MIGHT FIND A JOB?"

"A job, eh? Well, I do hire volunteer workers for this stand," York shrugged. "I don't really pay volunteers, so that might not quite be what you're looking for."

"FEAR NOT YORK! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WOULD LOVE TO HELP YOU OUT! EVEN IF I DON'T GET PAID!" Papyrus declared.

York smiled. "Sounds good to me," he said, walking over to the stand. "Say, maybe we can make a little deal. If you deliver papers, I'll give you a free one. Maybe you could find a job in the Help Wanted Ads while you work for me."

"REALLY? WOWIE! YOU'RE AS NICE AS MY OTHER HUMAN FRIEND, FRISK!" Papyrus smiled and followed York to his stand.

(Alphys)

Alphys fidgeted as she uncomfortably made her way toward an office she was designated to go to. She was wearing her lab coat as she nervously knocked on the door. When she heard the words, "Come in," Alphys nodded to herself and walked inside.

Upon entering, Alphys noticed that the office was mostly empty. The walls were painted light green and there was a window on the far wall, showing that they were indeed high up. There was a single desk in the room with a computer and neatly stacked papers. Sitting at the desk was a young man with brown hair. He wore a grey suit and a slender brown tie.

The man noticed Alphys come in and he nodded. "Welcome to NAIL Industries, the biggest production company of all things revolutionary," he said in complete monotone. "My name is Neil. I'm the head of this company. How may I help you?"

"I'm A-A-A-A-Alphys," Alphys stuttered. "I c-c-c-came here for an interview…"

"Oh," Neil said, still speaking in monotone. "You're the monster who wanted to speak, yes?"

"That's r-r-r-r-right!"

Neil nodded slowly. "Very well," he said. He gestured Alphys to shut the door, which she did. Neil walked over and shut the blinds. Once the room was isolated, Neil sat down…

…and started to turn his head into a full one-eighty. Alphys gaped as Neil pulled his entire head off. Neil then screwed his head back on and composed himself. "If you are worried about discrimination, do not worry," Neil said. "I was manufactured about a millennia ago. When the monsters were banished, I stayed behind because I looked like a human. I've been waiting for the day my people would return."

Alphys thought this over for a moment. "Wait… N-N-N-N-Neil Nail?" Alphys gasped. "Y-y-y-y-you're one of the m-m-m-m-most f-f-f-famous inventor of a-a-a-a-all time!"

"Indeed," Neil nodded. "I take it you've heard of me?"

"You r-r-r-r-r-revolutionized the m-m-m-monster c-c-c-c-community! You're a l-l-l-l-legend!" Alphys said, blushing. "I idolized you when I w-w-w-was little! Y-y-y-y-you inspired me to b-b-b-b-become the Royal Scientist!"

Neil nodded at Alphys. "Royal Scientist? I knew someone would be worthy to replace me," Neil said. "Now then, this job you want. Consider it yours… so long as you bring to me your best invention you have. I'll analyze your potential and then we'll see where I should put you."

Alphys blushed and nodded. "I'll d-d-d-do my best!" she said. "Um… er… w-w-w-would you like me to tell King Asgore where y-y-y-you are?"

Neil thought the question over. "No," Neil said. "If we meet, we'll meet. Unless that comes to pass, I believe that logic will guide our courses," Neil said. "Return tomorrow."

"Y-y-y-y-yes sir!" Alphys saluted and quickly left the office, both gushing and nervous at the exact same time.

(Mettaton)

"Where can someone like me become fabulous?!"

"Get lost monster #$%!"

Mettaton pouted. He was standing in the streets of the city, looking for someone to point him to somewhere fabulous. So far, all he got was angry looks and a few fingers pointed at him. However, Mettaton would not lose hope. Because he was determined.

"Hello darling," Mettaton said to a passing teenage girl. "Is there somewhere someone as beautiful as me can go to get a variety of fans?"

"Um…" the girl said, biting her lip. "Sorry, but… I'm not supposed to talk to strangers…"

"Oh, that's quite alright darling," Mettaton sighed. The girl nodded and quickly got away from Mettaton. "All I want is somewhere to be totally fabulous!"

"Hey mommy! Is that person a boy or a girl?"

"I think it's a she, but it's a monster, so it's not like it matters."

Mettaton paused for a moment and looked in the direction of the question. A mother with a little boy was walking toward him. "Excuse me babe," Mettaton said. "But I do believe that I am a magnificent male specimen!"

"Ew! You're nothing to look at," the women said flatly, pulling her son away from him. "Stay away from our children, you disgusting freak!"

"Freak!" said the boy.

"Freak? Nonesense! I'm quite famous in the underground you know!" Mettaton said, flashing a smile.

"Here? You're a poor nothing who no one cares about. Now, get away from us or we'll call the police on you for… existing."

The woman walked away, taking her son with her. Mettaton pouted again, sneering at the woman. "How rude," he said. "No one insults a fabulous person like myself!" He then stopped and sighed. "Although… I don't feel very fabulous right now…

(Asgore)

Asgore was simply walking around his neighborhood, admiring the lawns of his neighbors. He was looking up at the sky, merely thinking to himself. "Today truly is a remarkable day," he said to himself.

"Yo! It totally is!" came a voice. Asgore looked down and smiled at a small dinosaur-like kid walk up to him. However, the kid promptly tripped, but managed to get to his feet again. "Yo! You're King Asgore!"

"Indeed. But please, I'm not longer King. Call me Asgore young one," Asgore said with a smile. "Where do you live?"

"I live over there, yo!" the kid said, pointing over to a humble house with a green lawn. "I live with my family, yo! I'm Kid!"

"Nice to meet you," Asgore smiled. "I've been wandering the neighborhood, thinking. Do you know anything I could do around here?"

"Yo, I know what you could do!" Kid said, hopping around. "You could, like, totally help out with our yards! We keep them green, yo, but they aren't really decorative, ya know? You could totally help us decorate our yards, yo!"

Asgore thought about this for a few moments. "Interesting. I have picked up gardening since… Asriel's death," Asgore sighed. "I'll consider it young one. Thank you or the suggestion. Perhaps you could come to our home and have a cup of tea?"

"Sure thing, yo! Wait until my parents hear about me being friends with the king, yo!" Kid said and rushed off, falling on his face yet again, but getting to his feet and running off.

Asgore smiled in the direction Kid ran. "Perhaps young Kid could be friends with Frisk. She needs a friend her age to get along with," he said to himself.

(Sans)

Sans had pulled Frisk alongside him as he trudged through the city, his hands in his hoodie pockets. He had been walking on instinct, just following his gut. Frisk was waddling forward, following Sans wherever he was going.

"I knew he would find a place."

Frisk looked up to find the building Sans was looking at. It appeared to be a bar with a large window to peer inside. Inside the bar was a person who was on fire, cleaning a glass.

'Grillby?' Frisk asked Sans.

"I thought I felt a punch in the timeline," Sans chuckled and walked inside the bar, Frisk waddling behind him. "Yo Grillbz!"

Grillby looked up and nodded. He held up his hands and signed, 'Sans. I figured you'd come wandering through those doors sooner or later. Want something?'

"Sure thing Grillbz. Burger. Frisk, burger or fries?"

'Fries please!'

Grillbz nodded and wrote down the order. He dinged a bell, signaling for a waitress to come in and grab the order. She smiled at Sans and Frisk and quickly went back into the kitchen. 'Good worker. Loves monsters and treats me like an equal. Plus, she can handle water,' Grillby signed to him.

"She's pretty spicy hot from the look of her," Sans nodded. "Glad you integrated well into the human world."

'Wasn't easy, but I found good people,' Grillby said. 'How are the others doing?'

"They're getting jobs from what they said this morning," Sans shrugged. "I'm sure they're fine."

Grillby glanced at Frisk. 'And you're babysitting?' Grillby asked.

"Yep, but hey, that's just the luck of the bone," Sans shrugged. "Frisk is a good girl though. I don't have to really watch her. I just have to make sure she doesn't get into trouble."

Frisk pouted. 'Since when have I ever gotten into trouble?' Frisk asked.

"Oh geez, let's see, Papyrus, Undyne, Mettaton, Asgore, Flowey…"

'You're just teasing me now.'

"Yep, because you know I can."

Frisk pouted, but right then, her burger came. Sans temporarily forgotten, Frisk bit into it with a happy look on her face. Sans chuckled and turned to Grillby. "So, how are things here?" he asked.

'Well enough. You're tab is still open, by the way,' Grillby said. 'Anyway, I hope your family's doing well. They may need a skeleton to lean on.'

"What can happen? This is my family we're talking about," Sans chuckled. "They're fine."

(Undyne)

Undyne was breathing steadily. She had this, she knew she had this. #$%it, I wish Alphys were here to calm me down, Undyne thought to herself. "Yeah, I can keep myself under control," Undyne said.

She was currently sitting in an office, staring at a bald man with dark skin. He was super ripped and was currently lifting up a weight. There was a window behind him, opening the view of the city. The man was looking at her carefully.

"So you managed to train all of the Royal Guard without losing your temper?" the man said, somewhat loudly.

"Y-y-y-yes sir," Undyne lied.

"Hmmm… and they're good?" the man said.

"Only as good as they can be," Undyne said.

"Uh huh. Well Undyne, let's see how many push-ups you can do in a minute," the man said. Undyne nodded, quickly dropping down and doing as many pushups as she could. She really wanted this job and she wasn't going to let anything get in her way.

(Meanwhile…)

Papyrus so happened to be walking by the building Undyne was in. He was carrying a stack of newspapers with him as he looked at a make-shift list York had made him. "SO ACCORDING TO YORK'S NIFTY LIST… I THINK HE SAID HE CALLED IT A CHECK LIST… THE NEXT PAPER GOES HERE!" Papyrus said, looking up at the building.

"HMM… THIS BUIDLING HAS FAR TOO MANY ROOMS!" Papyrus said, eyeballing the building. "HMM… I KNOW! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WILL JUST THROW ALL THE PAPERS TO EVERY OFFICE!"

So, he did just that. Papyrus, using great speed and skill, chucked a paper into every window. Some of the windows were already open, so lucky for Papyrus, there weren't a lot of shattered windows. However, one office had its window up…

…and it was the room Undyne was in.

SMASH!

"HMM… I DON'T THINK I THOUGHT THIS THROUGH!" Papyrus said. "I SHOULD HAVE CHECKED THE LIST TO SEE IF ANYONE ELSE WANTED A PAPER BEFORE I THREW THEM ALL AWAY!" Papyrus checked the list. "LUCKY ME! THE ONLY PEOPLE WHO WANTED PAPERS WAS THIS BUILDING! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, MUST BE PSYCHIC!"

Inside the office Undyne was in, the paper flew through the window, shattering it to pieces. Undyne stared at it for a moment, then slowly looked up. She saw Papyrus walking by the building, looking pleased with himself.

"YOU #$% PUNK! I'M GOING TO GET YOU FOR THIS!" Undyne screamed and jumped right out the window. The man looked after Undyne in surprise, but then shrugged.

"Some people," he said.

BN: And there you have it for part one of the first episode! Things in this episode kind of set the mood I wanted to set. Serious, but funny at the same time. If you guys have any suggestions for an episode, please let me know! The conclusion of this episode will come out shortly, so let me know your thoughts via review. I love all the feedback you give!

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