Disclaimer: I own nothing except for my scattered OCs.

Ben's Note of Sheer Awesome: And boom, here's another one! I like these chapters, I truly do. I hope you guys are enjoying these as much as I do! I feel like these characters really are growing on me as I write for them. Here's the conclusion for episode one, so please enjoy!

EAH HG GEEK: Most endings where Papyrus lives neutral wise are sad. I own the game and I just can't kill Papyrus… but if I don't kill Papyrus, I won't kill Undyne. (Because I love Undyne.) And if I don't kill Undyne, I won't kill anyone else, because I don't want Undyne ticked at me. So really… I mostly do pacifist.

Shiny Mudkip Gal: Toriel, I feel, could probably handle the worst criticism in the last chapter. Imagine that happening to Papyrus. *shivers* As for Papyrus… he's Papyrus. What did you expect him to do?

Episode 2: Work Day-Part 2

Sans was relaxing on the couch again, smiling to himself. Frisk was up in her room taking a nap, so Sans decided to follow her lead by resting on the couch. Right as he was drifting off to sleep, the door opened and slammed. Sans sighed and looked at the door, finding Papyrus breathing heavily.

"Why so breathy bro?" Sans said.

"SHUT UP SANS! I HAVE NO TIME FOR YOUR USELESS PUNS!" Papyrus said worriedly. "I MIGHT HAVE ACCIDENTLY RUINED UNDYNE'S INTERVIEW!"

"Huh? But I have your phone. Oh, speaking of, I might have maxed out your minutes," Sans said, tossing Papyrus his cell phone.

"SANS! I NEED THIS PHONE TO CALL A CAB! UNDYNE IS GOING TO KILL ME!"

"PAPYRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUS!"

"UH OH!" Papyrus said, sweating. "SANS, IF UNDYNE ASKS, I'M NOT HOME!"

Papyrus quickly ran off, probably to his room. Sans watched the door… until it flew off its hinges. Undyne was breathing angrily as she charged into the room, glaring at Sans. "WHERE IS HE YOU LAZY PIECE OF #$%?!" Undyne yelled.

"You wanna have a bad time?" Sans said flatly. "I'm feeling a little loose jawed with my laziness. I'm not saying a word."

" #$%it Sans! I could have gotten a #$% job if it wasn't for Papyrus' stupid newspaper!"

"That sentence was too wordy," Sans said. "You sure your job wasn't edited out?"

"Those puns a #$% lame!" Undyne shouted, going off to look for Papyrus. Sans soon heard screaming, then a, "YOU #$% CHEATER! YOU CAN'T USE YOUR BLUE ATTACK! NO FAIR!"

Sans shut his eyes again, only to hear the door open. "I should just stop shutting my eyes," Sans said, opening his eyes to see Asgore walk into the room. "Hey, Fluffybuns, how was your day?"

"Fair," Asgore shrugged. "I met a young boy on my walk. He gave me the idea to be a gardener for those around the community. I might follow up on this idea."

"Sounds dirty. I hope you plant your hope inside your soul and grow with it," Sans winked. "Need any equipment for that?"

"Perhaps, but I'm sure the things I need will find their way to me sometime," Asgore said and retired to the basement. Not a few seconds later did Mettaon walk in, looking discouraged. Sans shifted his eyes a little.

"What has you so glum?" Sans asked.

"Today wasn't fabulous at all! Those humans totally rubbed on my fame and glory!" Mettaton pouted depressed. "All those meanies were messing up my masculinity! I am a man darlings!"

"Just humans being humans," Sans sighed. "Not everyone is as adorable as Frisk. Sorry you had it rough today."

"I just wanted to be a star! What's wrong with me fulfilling my dream?" Mettaton sighed, sulking down to his studio. After Mettaton had left, Sans didn't bother shutting his eyes. He was thinking deeply when the door opened again, Alphys walking in, gushing a deep shade of red.

"Well, aren't you a little red cheeked," Sans said. "What's up with you?"

"W-w-w-w-well, I have the j-j-j-j-job," Alphys smiled. "B-b-b-b-b-but I need to bring in one of m-m-m-m-m-my inventions… I d-d-d-don't know which one I should bring in!"

Sans thought it over. "Why not the Gastor Blaster?" Sans said, winking at Alphys. "It works well enough for me when I bother using it."

Alphys instantly shook her head. "N-n-n-n-no! Not that one!" Alphys sighed. "It c-c-c-c-caused Flowey… the d-d-d-d-d-determination d-d-d-d-didn't work. I c-c-c-can't show a failure," Alphys said.

"It's not a failure. Sure, it didn't determine the most positive fate, but it works," Sans said.

"I know… b-b-b-b-but I want to show him m-m-m-m-m-my best work," Alphys said. "I j-j-j-just need to decide what my b-b-b-b-best work is."

Alphys walked downstairs, leaving Sans alone to think again. It wasn't long before the door opened one more time. Toriel walked inside, giving Sans a small smile. "Hello Sans. Is Frisk doing ok?"

"Yeah, she's dreaming up in her room," Sans said. "How was your day?"

Toriel sighed. "I'm not all too sure. I got Frisk enrolled in school, so she starts Monday morning, a few days from now. But… the people at the school weren't all too polite toward me."

"Oh? Did you get schooled or what?" Sans asked curiously.

"They… didn't take well to me being a monster," Toriel sighed. "The Vice Principal and his wife seem to be accepting of me, but the principal rejected me because of what I am." She sighed. "It's fine. It might be my dream to be a teacher, but I don't want to upset the balance the humans already have."

As Toriel left, Sans put his hands behind his head, thinking. So, Grillbz was right after all, Sans thought to himself. Everyone didn't really have the best day. Sure, Asgore and Alphys seem to have a grasp on things, but even they have things that limit their goals. Hmm… for once… maybe I should try doing something to help…

(Flowey's Room)

Flowey twitched his petal as the metal door opened. Flowey turned his head to see Frisk bounced in with a smile, sitting in a chair set up on the other side of the glass. Sans walked in after her, standing close to the door.

"Hello Frisk," Flowey said. "Was your day fun?"

'Of course it was! Sans took me to Grillby's new bar here on the surface and I ate a hamburger! Then I took a nap and dreamt about rainbows!'

"Sounds like a great time!" Flowey said cheerfully. "Rinabows are wonderful… tO kIlL yOu wiTh!"

'Bad Flowey!' Frisk signed. 'No going into evil voice!'

"Oops, sorry!" Flowey said innocently, smiling at the girl. "Anything else happen today?"

'Not with me. Everyone else seems a bit down, but I don't really know what to do about that,' Frisk confessed. 'You don't have any ideas about how to cheer them up, do you?'

"Well, back in the underground, I wouldn't have minded you slaughtering the whole monster race," Flowey said, then flinched when he saw Frisk's look. "But here… I'm afraid I can't help too much. I don't consider those fools family, including you and Papyrus. I tolerate you because you kept me alive. I can't help you."

Frisk sighed silently, but nodded her understanding. 'I understand,' Frisk signed, standing up. 'See you tomorrow Flowey!' Frisk went for the door and opened it, leaving the room. Sans was about to follow when Flowey coughed.

"Seeing you was a surprise," he said.

Sans paused in the doorway. "Just making sure you didn't hurt Frisk," Sans said simply.

"Oh? You don't trust me?" Flowey said innocently.

"No, I don't. And I wouldn't stemulate me. I will protect Frisk at all costs," Sans said.

"Funny. Last I checked, if it weren't for your promise, you would have killed Frisk a long time ago," Flowey said. "I think you still feel that way."

"People change," Sans said. "You might not have changed much, but you changed. You can't say you haven't."

"I haven't," Flowey smirked. "And I don't really think you have either. You heard Frisk. She wants to make her family happy. I bet you don't have the bones to make every member of her family happy."

Sans stared at Flowey, his eyeless sockets seemingly looked right through him. "You want to bet on that?" Sans said.

"Nope! Because you won't do it," Flowey giggled. "Petal along now you jokester."

Sans sneered as he left the room. The door shut and locked behind him, leaving Flowey alone yet again. Flowey turned and looked up in the sunlight, sighing. "Loneliness…despite… fear…arrogance… I haven't changed Sans. And I doubt you have either."

(Later that night…)

Mr. Friendly sighed in bliss as he took a sip of beer as he headed toward his room. It had been a perfect day for him. He got to tell a monster their place and talked about her behind their back. He gave Mrs. Kind a few polite whacks on her ass, which she might have not taken well be he quite enjoyed. All in all, the day was perfect.

Mr. Friendly walked into his room and quickly undressed. He put on a brown robe and went into the bathroom. After quickly brushing his teeth and flossing, he went back into his main room and flopped onto his bed.

"Twenty-two reported physical harassment charges."

Mr. Friendly screamed loudly, practically falling out of his bed. He slowly turned his head to see a skeleton in a blue hoodie sitting in a random green chair by his lamp. He was currently reading what appeared to be a case file.

"Says here you also spent some time for attempted rape, but were released when someone paid your bail," the skeleton continued. "It also says that you stole money from several kids. Really? You stoop that low to steal from children?"

"Whatever you are, get out of my house this instance!" Mr. Friendly shouted.

"I'm a skeleton, and last I checked, I'm kind of a part of your natural structure," Sans said. "That's right. One of me is in you. Get over it."

Mr. Friendly blubbered over his words. "What is this nonsense? Who are you?" Mr. Friendly spat.

"Doesn't matter," he said seriously. "Do you wanna have a bad time?"

"Do you want me to call the police?"

"Sure, go ahead. I'm sure they'd love to read this case file," the skeleton smirked, holding it up. "I think it might just get you fired. But that's just wishful thinking. In all reality it might get you thrown in prison, along with all the monster racist friends you have on the force. I have files on them too."

"That's absurd!"

"Lying isn't your strong point. I have the evidence right here," the skeleton said simply. "Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way. So I'll ask once more. Do you wanna have a bad time?"

Mr. Friendly eyed the file carefully. "If I remotely believed that those files had an ounce of truth and I agreed to whatever terms you had to keep this secret… what would your terms be?" Mr. Friendly asked.

"It's a yes or no question. I'm not taking maybes."

Mr. Friendly sneered. "Fine. I refuse to cooperate," Mr. Friendly said. Right at that instant, sirens began to ring outside Mr. Friendly's house. He quickly ran to the window to find several cops outside, going for the door.

"Good. Because I was kind of hoping you wanted a bad time. It would ruin the principal of the thing," the skeleton chuckled, walking into Mr. Friendly's bathroom. Mr. Friendly blundered after him, only to find that his bathroom was completely empty.

(Personal Trainer Building)

The boss over the personal trainer building walked into his office, a towel on his shoulders. Whenever he couldn't sleep, he always came to the gym to work out a little to unwind. He sighed, taking a few deep breaths as he went over to sit in his chair.

As he started to do so, he noticed something sitting on his disk. It was a video tape labeled, 'Undyne's Best Moments'. "Hmph," the boss grumbled to himself. "She must have snuck in here and gave this to me. Oh well."

The boss grabbed the disk and was about to chuck it in the garbage when he heard a chuckle. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," someone said. The boss looked up to see a skeleton in a blue hoodie standing in the doorway.

"And why not?" the boss asked, looking somewhat concerned that some random dude was able to walk right into the building without his permission.

"You throw that away, you throw away one of the best employees you could ever have," the skeleton said. "She might have a temper, but that temper is what fuels her. You want a great personal trainer? Watch that video. You'll realize that you were wrong."

The boss looked down at the disk. This was supposed to show him how great Undyne was? The boss looked up to tell the skeleton off, but he was gone. The boss looked down at the disk again and sighed. "Better to do it than not to," he said, turning on his computer and watched the video.

(Grillby's Bar)

Grillby had just finished sliding someone a drink when he felt a familiar presence walk into his bar. He silently chuckled to himself, shaking his hands. 'Back already?' Grillby asked as Sans sat in one of the bar seats.

"Usual," Sans said. "You know, just visiting my favorite bar."

'No, you want something,' Grillby signed. 'I know you better than that my old friend.'

"This is me we're talking about Grillbz," Sans chuckled. "I'm a lazy skeleton who just wants to kick back and enjoy himself. Is that so wrong?"

Grillby finished Sans' drink and slid it to him, looking at him carefully. 'I know you Sans,' Grillby signed simply. 'I believe that you're here for something.'

Sans sighed, giving Grillby a small smile. "I can't burn anything past you. My tab's still open for me, right?"

'Yep. Keep in mind you still have to pay me back at some point, but yes, your tab's open,' Grillby said.

"Great. I need five hundred bucks pulled out of it."

'What?'

"Please Grillbz? I'll pay you back someday, I promise."

Grillby thought about this for a few moments as Sans sipped his drink. Finally, Grillby nodded. 'Alright, I'll give you the five hundred,' Grillby said. 'If you agree to work off your debt here at the bar.'

"Done," Sans said simply. Grillby's eyes widened as he grabbed the flame proof five hundred and handed it to Sans. "See you tomorrow morning to get the details?"

'Sure Sans,' Grillby signed. Sans nodded and left the bar promptly. Grillby watched Sans as he left. What is Sans up to? He never works, not even for… oh, I see. Someone noticed, didn't they Sans? You want to prove them wrong, huh? Well, my friend… I wish you luck.

(The Next Morning-Mettaton's Studio)

Mettaton was still feeling down about the day before. He felt less than fabulous and he was a bit dejected. He was in his room, which had several cameras pointing at his Hollywood looking bed. Mettaton himself as lying face first on the bed, look depressed.

"I'm no longer a star… no one will ever know the name of Mettaton ever…" Mettaton said gloomily. He sighed, a small amount of oil leaking out of his eye. Mettaton wiped the oil away, sighing again.

A knock came at the door, which Mettaton ignored. Whoever was there promptly left, as the knock did not happen again. Mettaton sighed, turning onto his back. However, as he did so, he noticed a note had been slid underneath the door. Mettaton got up and grabbed the note. He read it over, frowning a little as he did.

"What? No, this can't be right! She's fabulous!" Mettaton said with a scowl. He thought about what the note said for a few minutes… before standing up tall. "No, I will not let her fail! She helped me in my time of need and made me famous! It'd be wrong of me to let her down now! Fret not, the greatness shall be fabulous!" Mettaton quickly opened his door and made his way to wherever he was going, filled with determination.

(Frisk's Room)

Frisk had woken up a while ago and was currently reading a picture book. Papyrus, who had managed to avoid Undyne all morning, retreated to Frisk's room and was reading York's free newspaper he had given him yesterday. Papyrus was reading it intently while Frisk giggled at her book.

"YOUNG FRISK?" Papyrus asked, getting Frisk's attention. "WHAT DO YOU THINK OF ME AS A COW MILKER? I COULD MAKE THE COW GO MOO AND GET THE MILK FOR SPAGHETTI!"

Frisk cocked her head to the side and signed, 'Um, Papyrus, I don't think there's milk in spaghetti. Do you mean noodles?'

"NOODLES?! WHO PUTS NOODLES IN SPAGHETTI?!" Papyrus said in outrage. "MY SPAGHETTI IS MADE OF PURE CABBAGE! IT MAKES IT HEALTHY FOR YOU!" Frisk mimed gagging herself, making Papyrus scowl. "WELL EXCUSE MASTER CHEF PAPYRUS FOR COOKING WITHIN HIS NATURAL STYLE!"

"I don't know bro," Sans said, walking in. "For every trap you set with that spaghetti, not a lot of people get trapped by it."

"SANS! YOU SPEAK BLASPHEMY!" Papyrus scowled. "YOU AND YOUNG FRISK ARE GANGING UP ON ME! I WILL NOT ALLOW THIS!"

"Well, your cultinary skills need work," Sans chuckled. "Everyone else seems to have plans for the day Papyrus, so it looks like we're watching Frisk for the day."

"ACTUALLY, YORK'S EXPECTING ME TO DO ANOTHER PAPER ROUTE TODAY!" Papyrus said. "I MIGHT NOT BE PAID, BUT HELPING OUT SOMEONE WHO PAYS WITH FREE NEWSPAPERS IS ALWAYS A BONUS! NYEH HEH HEH!"

"Hey, you got yourself a job. Ah, seeing everyone go off and finding jobs is art. Or, should I say, articles."

"SANS! THAT PUN WAS TOTALLY LAME!" Papyrus said angrily.

"I know bro," Sans chuckled, then looked at Frisk. "So what do you want to do today? I have to go to work in about two hours, so I'm free to take you wherever until then."

'Work? You got a job?' Frisk asked in surprise.

"More or less. I went back and talked to Grillbz. He wants me to pay back my tab, so I'm working for him until I pay it off. I'm sure Grillbz has something for you to do, so don't worry about being bored," Sans said.

"WHY NOT HAVE THE HUMAN HELP YOU WORK OFF THAT TAB?" Papyrus suggested. "YOU'VE BEEN SAVING UP THAT TAB SINCE WE WERE MIGDIT SKELETONS! YOU MIGHT NEED MORE THAN ONE SET OF HANDS TO PAY IT OFF!"

"No worries Papyrus. I'm sure Frisk can handle sitting around. I want to pay this off myself," Sans asked.

"SUIT YOURSELF SANS! I'M GOING OFF TO THE CART! I'LL BE SEEING YOU TWO LATER!" Papyrus said and left the room.

Frisk eyed Sans. 'You're going to make me work, aren't you?' Frisk signed.

"Of course. I'm not telling Papyrus I'm using you for child labor. That makes me look like a bad guardian," Sans said simply. "Besides, I couldn't think of any puns for child labor."

(Asgore)

The old King yawned as he got out of bed. He rubbed his eyes, coming back to the world of the living. He walked to his little stove he had set up in his room and started to boil some water for his morning tea. After the water was boiling, Asgore took it off and added the herbs to it.

Once his tea was ready, Asgore turned to his door, taking a sip of his tea. His eyes widened when he saw a note on his door. Asgore wandered over to his door, taking sips of tea as he went. When he got to the door, he grabbed the note and read it over.

Asgore,

Despite making mistakes, you've been a good king. Maybe you didn't approve most of my business ventures, but you still did a decent job in running the underground. You prided yourself in making things fair for all monsters. And for that, I decided to get you something.

You mentioned yesterday that you might be going into gardening. I believe that this is a great profession for you. I managed to get a bit of money to add into this venture. I've purchased a few things for you to start, including some hedge clippers, mowers, and a few other flower things. I left the rest of the money in an envelope for whatever you need. Everything's out back for you to get started with our yard, then you can move on to other yards.

I respect you King Asgore, even if I don't always show it. I hope you do well with this profession. I wish you luck. Not that you need it, Fluffybuns.

Sincerely, your humble skeleton,

A Garden Lover

"I told Sans the items would find me if it was meant to be," Asgore said with a smile. "I wonder who wrote this note. Perhaps Papyrus. He is a skeleton. Although, he's not really a garden lover. Ah, it does not matter. I guess I can begin work today… right after this cup of tea."

(Alphys)

Alphys sighed as she approached Neil's office. She had spent the entire night going every single one of her inventions, trying to find her best work. But as she examined each piece of work, she began to realize how crappy of a scientist she was. None of her inventions were worthy for Neil to analyze. She had realized, after the thousandth analysis of an invention that she didn't deserve to work at NAIL Industries.

Alphys sighed to herself again right as she reached Neil's door. She always was a giant screw-up with everything. She screwed up the Determination Extractor. She screwed up all those monsters. It was her fault… and she didn't deserve to work alongside Neil.

Right as Alphys opened the door, she heard voices inside. "Of course darling! She's always been the nervous type! Like, her girlfriend is the only one that gets her to do anything outgoing! Not that I would ever do something so gross."

"Mettaton?" Alphys asked, shocked.

"Oh, good morning Alphys darling!" Mettaton said with a smile. "I was just telling this nice man all about you!"

"Um…." Alphys said, blushing.

"Mettaton here explained to me how you build his mechanical body," Neil said expressionlessly. "It's a hard thing to transfer life from one body to another Alphys."

"W-w-w-w-well, Mettaton wasn't an e-e-e-e-easy time creating," Alphys admitted. "B-b-b-b-but Hapstablook helped with the d-d-d-d-d-d-d-design. Ghost to r-r-r-r-r-robot transfers are a b-b-b-b-bit easier."

Neil raised an eyebrow. "A ghost? You too?" Neil asked.

"Oh yes darling! Doesn't having a physical body feel so refreshing?" Mettaton giggled. "When did you transfer darling?"

"When I became the royal scientist," Neil said simply, looking over at Alphys. "I do have to say, though, with never seeing a human before, Mettaton's body is pretty impressive, almost rivals my own Alphys."

"W-w-w-w-w-w-well thanks Neil! I'm g-g-g-g-g-glad you like the design! B-b-b-b-but I didn't really t-t-t-t-t-try to do my best with it. I j-j-j-j-j-just wanted to give Hapstablook a g-g-g-g-good body."

Neil nodded at this explanation. "Very well then. You have the job," Neil said.

"…W-w-w-w-w-what?!" Alphys said in complete shock.

"Mettaton was your friend and you created him a body to live and feel. That is what I look for in my employees and you are perfect for this job," Neil said in monotone. He then turned to Mettaton. "As for Mettaton… I have a salon owned by my company in this city. It may not be fame, but I look after my employee's friends."

Mettaton's face glowed. "You're so fabulous my darling! I thank you for your happiness and fortune you give to me! Treat me boo well!"

"Will do. Alphys, you start tomorrow. Mettaton, I'll have my people contact you on when you can start," Neil nodded. Alphys thanked Neil gratefully and both she and Mettaton left the room. They walked side by side, being completely silent.

"H-h-h-h-h-how did you know?"

"Someone left me a note this morning honey. I didn't want my favorite boo to suffer. I figured that the greatest thing you ever invented darling, was our friendship."

Alphys nervously smiled, looking directly at Mettaton. After a few moments, Alphys hugged him. "Thank y-y-y-y-you Mettaton. Don't ever not be my friend."

Mettaton smiled down at her. "Of course hon. Always."

(Undyne)

"Wait… you're what?"

"I'm hiring you," the boss said. Undyne, having gotten a call early that morning, returned to the bosses office, expecting him to tell her she didn't get the job. However, much to her great surprise, the exact opposite seemed to be happening.

"But I lost my temper! I went and attacked one of my friends! That cost me the job, right?" Undyne said, flustered.

"Initially… but then I realized how much that anger fueled you," he said. "We need people with that fuel, with that energy to motivate people. I didn't realize what you had until I almost let it slip past me. So, Undyne, you're hired."

Undyne was speechless for a few moments. Then, she jumped and her seat and pulled her hands down. "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" she screamed.

And then…

SMASH!

"Again?" the boss groaned, turning to find his recently repaired window had yet again been smashed by a newspaper. Undyne stared straight out the window and saw Papyrus, who was already running in a panic away from the building, screaming, 'NYEH HEH HEH!'

"PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNK!" Undyne screamed, jumped out the window, falling two stories, and then chasing after Papyrus, completely unharmed from the fall. The boss watched after her, whistling.

"Dang, good thing I watched that video. Otherwise I would have let her get away," the boss chuckled.

(Grillby's Bar)

'Sans, this is child labor.'

"Aw, come on Grillbz! You want me to pay off my debt, so having a helping hand will pay it off twice as fast."

'I would typically agree with you… if you were actually working.'

Sure enough, inside Grillby's bar, Frisk was wearing the typically waitress outfit and was taking orders from people ten times older than she was. While this was happening, Sans was laying on top of a table, appearing to be asleep.

"I'm working Grillbz! I'm just on break."

'You've been on break since you got here.'

"Exactly. I got here at lunch time and now I'm taking my lunch break."

'What am I going to do with you Sans?'

"Maybe get me a burger? I'm kind of hungry?"

'I am too! Extra crispy!' Frisk signed as she passed by Grillby.

Grillby rubbed his eyes. 'I don't think you guys understand the point of paying off Sans' tab. The point is to earn money to get it paid off, not go more into debt.'

"Yeah, but working is hard," Sans shrugged. "Look Grillbz, I don't see the point of working. Why work when I can relax? I'll pay off the tab eventually, I promise!"

Grillbz sighed. 'You aren't proving anything,' Grillby signed, making sure Frisk wasn't looking.

"I'm proving that I can make the family happy. If Frisk is happy and I can make the others happy, then I'm happy."

'No, I don't think you know how happiness works Sans.'

"All that matters is everything will be solved by tonight. I'll pay off the tab when I get the cash," Sans said simply. "I'm happy as can be Grillbz. Everything will fall into place."

Grillby sighed silently again. 'You've been this way far too long, my friend,' Grillby signed. 'Things won't change overnight.'

"They will Grillbz. I have things taken care of," Sans shrugged. "Yo, Frisk! Get me a beer!"

'Sans! She's way underage!'

"Fine then, Grillbz, you get me a beer!"

'Ugh… the things I do for you.'

(Toriel)

Toriel was kind of shocked to get a call that morning to return to the school. After registering Frisk, Toriel figured that she was no longer welcome anywhere near the building. But, nonetheless, she had gotten a call asking her to come right back, much to her great surprise and slight reluctance.

Toriel arrived at the school and went for the office. She saw no teachers or children, which she was fine with. She loved the children, but that teacher… she wasn't the best person Toriel had come across.

Upon entering the main office… for some reason, there was a mood change from the day before. When Toriel had walked in before, there was a type of gloom holding the room back from true happiness. However, today, there seemed to be a brighter light in the room, a happier light. Toriel was surprised to see Mr. and Mrs. Kind dancing together in the office, their faces beaming with the most happiness she had ever seen.

"Good morning," Toriel said kindly, still shocked by the amount of happiness in this room alone.

"Oh, Toriel! So nice to see you again!" Mr. Kind said with a huge smile. "I would like to apologize for the other day. Mr. Friendly isn't really the best man in the world, so the fact you had to deal with him was our bad."

"It was not your fault," Toriel assured. "Although, I do not wish to provoke Mr. Friendly's anger again. Was there a problem with the paperwork for Frisk? If her signing is a problem, I can always have a friend of mine come interpret for her."

"No, no, it's nothing to do with the paperwork," Mrs. Kind giggled. "Honey? You want to tell her?"

"I got promoted," Mr. Kind said. "The police arrested Mr. Friendly for some pretty atrocious things he's done in the past. Several members of the force were arrested as well for aiding him in his deeds. Long story short, the school board hired me to replace him."

"Congratulations," Toriel smiled. "But… why did you call me?"

"Simple. I'm hiring you," Mr. Kind smiled. "Mr. Friendly wouldn't let you teach, but I most certainly will. I'll have to interview you and assess where you'd work best, but other than that, you seem like a wonderful lady."

"I'm… flattered," Toriel smiled. "Thank you for giving me a chance."

"Of course! Monster or not, you're still a person. I'll treat you with the same respect I treat everyone," Mr. Kind said, smiling dearly at Toriel. "Also, I'm planning on expanding the school to except monster children as well. They wouldn't hurt the human children, would they?"

"Oh no, not at all. Most children are non-violent, so I wouldn't worry about a thing," Toriel reassured.

"Good," Mrs. Kind nodded. "I'll try calling a few monster families in the area Mr. Friendly rejected children for. We'll make sure things are fixed up with them and try to integrate their children in school."

Toriel smiled. These were the kind of people she wanted around her. People who didn't care what type of person you are. If you're a child, you're important. And if you live… you're even that much more important.

(Flowey's Room)

"You seem cheerful! What's got you all happy?" Flowey asked as Frisk came into his room. Sans was present as well, standing near the door. Flowey acknowledged him by subtly flicking a petal toward him, but Sans either didn't notice or didn't bother responding.

'Well, Sans took me to Grillby's again and he and I worked! Being a waitress was fun!' Frisk signed, silently giggling. 'Also, everyone came home cheerful today! Well, maybe not Papyrus, but I don't blame him, since Undyne was chasing him again.'

Flowey flicked his petals. "So your friends got a happy day today, did they?" Flowey said, subtlety glancing at Sans.

'Yep, they sure did! Mommy is going to be working in my school! She says she's teaching Kindergarten, which is two grades below me. Undyne got her job, Alphys got hers, and Mettaton helped Alphys and got a job too! Daddy began a garden today too. Maybe when you're a good boy, you can help him a little!'

"Maybe," Flowey said indifferently. "What about Papyrus? You didn't really mention him."

'Papyrus is always happy, no matter what situation he's in,' Frisk signed. 'I don't think he really wants another job. He enjoys himself with the newspaper, so I bet he'll stick with it, even if he finds another job too.'

"Sounds like fun!" Flowey said. "Well, nothing going on with me down here. Just rotting away… like those idiots should be doing…"

'Flowey,' Frisk signed sternly.

"I know, I know! Just thinking out loud!" Flowey said. "Why don't you go paint a picture or something?"

'Ok! See you tomorrow Flowey!' Frisk signed and cheerfully left the room. Once Frisk was gone, Sans shut the door, leaving him and Flowey alone.

"You helped the others get the happiness, didn't you?" Flowey smirked.

"I've changed. I will do anything to make my family happy, Frisk included. She's happy because the family's happy. I think you owe me an apology," Sans said.

Flowey thought for a moment… before laughing evilly. "No… I don't think I do," Flowey said, his smile that of the Devil. "You haven't changed at all Sans."

"What?" Sans asked flatly.

"You made everyone happy, sure. But why did you do it?" Flowey asked. "Not because you wanted to. Because I challenged you to. I questioned you and you had to prove me wrong. But all you did was prove me right. You don't really care for them. If you truly cared, you wouldn't need me prompting you to do it."

Sans clenched his fists. "You really are petaling me toward punching your lights out," Sans said. "Maybe I haven't changed. What does that prove?"

"That people like us can't change who we are, despite desperately wanting to," Flowey said. "I will always want to kill you all. You will never, ever care for anyone. And you won't ever trust Frisk."

Sans scowled, and started to open the door. However, he paused for a few moments. "You're wrong about one thing Flowey," Sans said.

"Oh? What's that?"

"I reacted to your bet in the first place," Sans said. "I might not care… but I cared enough to do something. Gives you a little inscentive to ponder over change, doesn't it Flowey?"

Sans then left the room, sealing the room behind him. Flowey stared at the door, then turned back around. "Oh Sans… you really are an idiot," Flowey laughed.

BN: And there you guys have it! I said this was going to have some sort of plot to it! And thus, the plot has begun! Thinking over the heaviness of the game, I realized that Flowey and Sans share something in common. They both know things the other characters don't. Flowey can break the fourth wall and Sans remembers the timelines. Both characters know the other knows something, but they don't quite know what it is. I figured the best way to go with this was to have a sort of conflict between Flowey and Sans… but it's kind of different than most other conflicts. We'll have to see where this leads. (Keep in mind that when Frisk has reset before, she hasn't done neutral or genocide and Frisk doesn't remember the resets.)

I also kind of wanted everyone to get a foot in the right place before things went to cheese. Everyone got a job and everyone seems happy where they are. I feel as though this is a good first note to leave on, so let's end here while we still can!

That's all I have to say right now. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! Let me know in the reviews what you loved about the chapter. Also, if you have an idea about an episode for one of the characters, be sure to let me know! (Side characters, like Muffet, Nabstablook, Mad Dummy, and Burgerpants will appear every so often as well.)

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Next Time: It's the first day of school and Frisk is really excited for it! With a special class for those who can speak sign language, what could possibly go wrong? (Frisk Episode)