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Frisk smiled as he made his way home from school. Issei and Asia weren't there, which was kind of worrying, but on the plus side, Raynare wasn't following him anymore! Maybe she'd finally got taken back by her boss. Now all he had to worry about was his homework and the three strange men in front of his house.
He paused, staring at the trio chatting in front of his house. One had crimson hair and a bit of beard, the next had black and blonde hair and a black goatee, and the last had long blonde hair. Eventually they nodded to each other before they went up to the door and rang the bell. He crept up behind them, watching as Toriel answered the door.
"Hello, may I help-" She stopped, a look of shock crossing her face before she smiled, "Michael! I 'd never thought I'd see you again, old friend!"
The blond man nodded, "Nor I you, your Grace. I regret I could not help your people during your time of need."
She just waved it off, "It's alright, Michael. I understand the circumstances. Also, I'm no longer Queen Toriel. Just little old Miss Toriel, now." She looked to the man with black and blonde hair, and her smile reminded Frisk of the way she used to smile at Asgore, "Hello, Azazel."
He could hear the smile in the man's voice, "Just 'Miss' now, huh? So you're single again?"
Fwoosh
He desperately ran towards the hose, his goatee on fire. She turned to the last man, her thick bob bouncing slightly as she shook her head, "Apologies, but I don't believe we've met?"
"It's quite alright, ma'am," He offered his hand and she shook it, "Zeoticus Gremory. A pleasure to meet you."
"Likewise," She turned back to Michael, "Do you have time for tea?"
He nodded, "Yes. In fact, there's something we would like to talk to you about."
She ushered them inside, Azazel's goatee still smoking slightly. Frisk waited a moment before circling around into the backyard. Something about this wasn't right, and he knew just how to figure out what…
"More tea, new friend?"
"Er, yes."
Raynare grimaced as the tall, thin man refilled her cup. The tea wasn't all that bad, it just had a bizarre aftertaste.
"I made it with the same herbs I use to make my pasta sauce!"
…That explained it.
"Well, it's certainly… interesting. Now, back to the matter at hand…"
"Right! Operation 'Get Frisk and his Lady Friend to be Friends Again'! Don't worry, I have the perfect plan!"
Raynare sighed in her mind. She had intended to hide out in this treehouse and spy on the brat to see if there was some way to blackmail them into letting her stay, but this fool was already up here. Thankfully, she was able to trick the gullible idiot into believing she was, eugh, sorry, for what she did, and he had trusted her almost immediately. Now all she had- oh by Azazel is he still talking!?
"-then I'll lower the hamster into-"
"Er, Papyrus, was it?" She interrupted, and he nodded, "I think it might be best if I decided on the plan."
"Okie-dokie! Sans did say to make you feel at home, after all."
She blinked, "What?"
"Yeah, that older brother of mine can really make a compelling argument when he wants to."
Raynare blinked again and looked over Papyrus. Massive, toothy grin, blue eyes, shaved head. All in all, he looked like a tall, thin version of Sans.
'Huh… AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!'
There was creak from the entrance of the treehouse, and her head whipped around to see Frisk. He stared at her before looking towards Papyrus.
"Nyeh-heh-heh, this is awkward," He nervously laughed and scratched his cheek before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a folded paper, "Sans said to give this to you if something like this happened."
Frisk pulled himself up and took the paper. He unfolded it and read it for a moment before sighing and tucking the paper into his pocket. He looked at her for a moment before walking to the window that faced the house. Papyrus joined him a moment later.
"Oh, Miss Dreemurr has guests!"
Raynare carefully made her way towards the exit-
"Oh, I'm sorry Raynare. Did you want to see?"
She winced and looked back to see Papyrus offering his spot by the window. Seeing no choice she came forward. Her face blanched when she saw the people sitting on the back porch. Michael, a devil, and-wait, was that-!?
"AZAZEL-SAMA!"
Toriel looked up towards the treehouse, Papyrus sitting in front of the window. He waved, "Hello!"
She waved back, "Hello Papyrus! Are you alright?"
He nodded, "Yes, we were just," He looked to the side for a moment, "I mean, I, the Great Papyrus, was just startled by a bug!"
"Oh, well remember: it's more scared of you than you are of it!"
Papyrus put both hands to his cheeks, "Oh no!" He turned to the side, "I'm sorry, I'm a nice guy, really!"
Toriel giggled and shook her head as she turned back to her guests, "Sorry about him. Now, as you were saying, Michael?"
Frisk was on the floor beside Raynare, one hand covering her mouth and the other making a shushing motion. He carefully sat up, peeking over the edge of the window…
"Well, I'm sure we're all wondering how you broke the Barrier trapping your people, but there is something I feel we must address before all that," Michael's smile fell slightly, "Long ago, there were rumors that one of your people killed a child. The way it was described seemed similar to both you and Asgore."
Toriel's smile dropped, and she was a quiet for a moment. She took a deep breath, "I know the incident you're speaking of. You see, a human child, Chara, had fallen into Mt. Ebott. Asgore and I adopted him, and he became a brother to our son, Asriel." She took another shuddering breath, "The… the years were good from then on, and we had hoped both sides could eventually learn from those two… but…" Her eyes started to water.
"Tori, you don't have to…" Azazel was many things, but he would be damned (again) if he let one of his old friends torture herself like this.
"It's alright Azazel. Chara… got sick one day. There wasn't a cure, and no matter what we tried he got sicker and sicker," she sniffled, "H-his last wish was to see the flowers of his hometown, and when he died Asriel tried to bring him there..."
"…And the humans saw a monster carrying a child's body, and assumed the worst." Zeoticus grimaced, "Ma'am, you have my deepest condolences. No one deserves to lose a child like that."
She gave a small smile, "Thank you, Mr. Gremory."
Frisk ducked back down.
Chara…
Asriel…
Sniff
He looked to Papyrus, who had tears on his eyes. He put his hand on Papyrus' and squeezed, and he was immediately pulled into a hug.
"…Frisk?"
He looked out the window, and saw the four of them staring at him and Papyrus.
'…Oops.'
"…and he was able to save everyone and shatter the barrier." Toriel smiled, and she nuzzled Frisk, who flushed red as the other's smiled.
"What you did was very brave, little one." Michael said, "Even when your life was on the line, you still refused to fight, and saved countless lives."
Frisk scratched his cheek. He still got embarrassed when others brought it up.
"That does bring up a good question. Who's still around from back then?" Azazel asked, and Toriel put a hand to her chin.
"Well, Gersun is still around. I believe he owns an antique shop now. Aside from him, I'm afraid that Grillby, Asgore, and I the only ones from that time."
"Not even Gaster?" Azazel asked, and Toriel shook her head.
"No, I'm afraid there was an accident in his lab, and nobody could find him since. Alphys took over as head scientist after that."
As much as Frisk didn't want to admit it, it might be best that no one knew what happened to Gaster…
"Well, we already knew about Grilby." Zeoticus commented before taking a sip of tea.
Frisk frowned, thinking about that for a moment.
'…Uh-oh.'
"Oh, he's already gotten in contact with you?"
'Uh-oh.'
"No, I mean in regards to last night..."
'UH-OH!'
"…when Frisk interrupted my daughter's Rating Game yesterday."
"…Rating Game? I'm afraid I don't know what that is."
"Well, it's-" He saw Frisk subtly shaking his head, and the man stared at him for a moment before smiling, "it's when two Devils try to become more popular than the other. Your son got 'Grillby' and two other flame elementals to help break the tie."
Frisk let out his breath, and Toriel hugged him tighter, "Well done, my child."
Michael laughed, "Well, this has been wonderful, but I'm afraid I must go now."
"Same." Azazel stood.
"It was a pleasure to see you three," Toriel waved as they left, "Stay safe!"
Frisk waved as well, but he couldn't help but wonder what in the world was going on. Sure, Devils and Angels weren't a stretch to believe in, all things considered, but Toriel and Asgore knew them? Why wouldn't they mention something like this?
Toriel hummed, "You know, it's getting close to the anniversary of when you broke Barrier. We should go out to celebrate! There's this wonderful restaurant-"
Frisk grimaced as she spoke about the restaurant. He would go, sure, but he still had bad memories of the last restaurant he visited…
"…You'd be dead where you stand."
Frisk stared in horror as Sans' eye sockets went blank. Sans… would have killed him? If, if Toriel hadn't made him promise, would he…
His vision blurred as he saw the skeleton's eyes go back to normal, and then flinch back.
"…H-hey, lighten up, bucko…"
Frisk's vision got blurrier, and he sniffed.
"I-I'm just joking with you."
Frisk couldn't help it. He'd been hurt so many times before this. He'd been beaten, burned, cut, and a dozen other things. He'd had people hate him, try to kill him, for next to no reason. So, he did what any child would do in this situation.
"WWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAA!"
Frisk ran from the hotel, vision a mess from tears. He didn't know where he ended up, he just knew it was warm. He had curled up into a ball at that point, crying for however long…
Sans had apologized, of course, but the damage was done. Before Frisk could think of darker things he was suddenly lifted into the air.
"Haha, you let your guard down, punk!"
He smiled as he looked down to see Undyne holding him towards the sky. She pulled him into a hold, and started ruffling his hair.
"Who's the queen of the sea!?"
He laughed as he called her name, and she set him down, practically beaming.
"And don't you forget it!"
He saw Toriel and Alphys giggling as Sans and Papyrus' smiles grew.
"Well, we were going to celebrate the Anniversary, but I suppose the restaurant will do for your coronation as well." Toriel joked.
Sans, however, went rigid, before a bead of nervous sweat dripped down his head.
Well, this was going to be an awkward night.
The boy's sat in their suits, waiting for the girls. Frisk had to admit, he was actually interested in seeing Undyne of all people in a dress. Alphys' door opened, and she came down in her old black and white polka dot dress.
"How do I look?" Alphys' blond bob cut managed to stay in place as she twirled.
"Like a million yen." Sans gave her a thumbs up.
She blushed, "Y-you three look good too."
Toriel's door opened next, and the four of them blushed hard. Toriel was wearing a long purple dress with a split along the thighs. You could hear the straps supporting the top of the dress straining, and as she pulled on them Sans fell backwards.
"Oh, I knew I should have had this tailored," She looked towards them, "Sans? Are you alright?"
He shot back up, still blushing, "Yup. Fine. Dandy."
"Oookay, then." She turned towards the stairs, "Undyne, dear, are you alright?"
"I'm not coming out!"
Toriel frowned, "Is something wrong?"
"T-this dress is too much!"
"Undyne, I'm afraid we have to go now, or else we'll be late."
She was silent, and as the door creaked open Alphys made a noise before falling backwards. Frisk only just caught her, and he felt his jaw drop. Undyne's hair was still in a ponytail, but was now curly and fell onto her chest over her left shoulder. Her sleeveless dress was navy blue, a long split along her legs and the straps formed a sort of collar. She'd even put on a light blue eye shadow, lipstick too!
She looked to the side and fidgeted, "W-well!? Say something!"
Alphys made a noise.
"I'm with her." Sans nodded.
"I can't believe one of my heroes is so pretty!" Papyrus had his hands to his face.
"Oh, you look so beautiful, Undyne! How come we've never seen a dress before?" Toriel walked around her to look her over.
"I never had a reason to," She looked towards Frisk, "What, got n-nothing to s-say!?"
He didn't think words could describe how beautiful she looked right now.
Her face went scarlet, and he realized that he said that out loud…
'What the hell, brain!?'
Papyrus had driven them to the restaurant, and Sans whistled as they pulled up.
"Swanky."
They parked, and the maître d' showed them to their table, lit by a single candle. Frisk looked around. This place was really fond of red cloth. Red tablecloth, red napkins, red… hair? What was Undyne-
…That's not Undyne.
"Dreemurr-san?"
'Of course.'
The Occult Research Club approached, and Issei's jaw dropped. He knew where he was looking, and had a feeling he was going to be a problem tomorrow.
"If I had known you would be here, I would have invited you! It was the least I could do!" Rias smiled at him.
"Oh, you must be Zeoticus' daughter!" Toriel stood and held out a hand to Rias, "You're father told me about how Frisk helped you in your Rating Game."
Rias shook her hand, "Yes, I owe him a lot. Perhaps we could share a table? I'm sure I could convince the staff to accommodate us."
"Why, that would be wonderful!"
Frisk tried not to groan. He absolutely called it.
The next few minutes was spent with Issei staring at the various breasts at the table (Frisk was trying very hard not to note the fact that Toriel's were practically resting on the table), Sans trying to teach Asia to pun, Undyne talking sword techniques with Kiba, and Papyrus talking with Akeno. Alphys was part of that conversation, but she had turned red and was sort of in and out at the moment. That left him with Koneko, the white-haired girl putting away a surprising amount of food. They had only given each other nods, but the silence between them wasn't uncomfortable. Rias and Toriel were talking about his past exploits, but neither seemed to truly understand what the other meant. Rias seemed to think that Toriel knew the truth about what happened during the Rating Game, and Toriel seemed to assume Rias knew they were Monsters, and about the Barrier. How neither of them managed to figure it out was beyond him. As the night went on, Toriel tapped her fork against her glass.
"Everyone, we have something we'd like to say."
Rias nodded, and she looked towards Frisk with a smile, "Dreemurr-san, I want to thank you for helping me and my peerage. More than that, it has come to my attention that you've helped many more people. So, I propose a toast." She held up her own glass, "To Dreemurr-san!"
He felt the heat rush to his face as the others smiled and raised their own glasses.
"To Dreemurr-san!"
"To Frisk!"
He smiled, and clinked his glass to theirs. Maybe tomorrow wouldn't go so bad after all…
'…You know what, I can't complain. I Murphy'd myself on this one.'
Frisk knew Sans' letter had a point about letting Raynare stay here. He didn't like her, but he couldn't find it in his heart to really hate her, as strange as that sounded. How bad were her actions compared to what the others put him through, really?
Still, she didn't seem to understand that meant letting her live in the treehouse, not in his room.
The woman was sitting on a futon by the foot of his bed, giving a smug smile after he woke up.
"It appears the fat one has decided to offer me some kindness, unlike some."
"Big-boned, thank you very much." Sans' voice floated through the door, and Frisk glared in his direction.
He was going to have words with that skeleton after school.
AN: I had never smiled so hard at an Undertale video as when I found the comic dub for 'Dinner with Sans'. Not a lot of meat to the chapter, but I felt like an intermission was needed. This is the day right after the Rating Game, hence Rias and co. being at the restaurant to celebrate. Frisk's party was a spur of the moment thing (yes, I know getting a reservation on the same day is near impossible, but roll with it), so inviting Asgore sort of slipped Toriel's mind. Fear not, goat dad will be making an appearance in the future, as well an explanation as to how he and Toriel know Michael and the others.
