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Frisk promised herself that no matter that went on in the manor she would prevail. She promised that she wouldn't let Sans down because he was doing his best to keep his promise to be happy still. If he could do that it was the least she could do to return the gesture. That Monday, her entire family escorted her to the Aimé manor unwilling to let her simply leave. Toriel wanted to see the man who would look after her little one and make sure that he knew the consequences of failing her and Asgore felt the same. Undyne decided to tagged along to after the changes of the contract were accepted in order to start her inspection on their security. Although the fish woman could be just a goofy as Papyrus at time there was a reason why she was considered the fiercest warrior however Alphys was still present to make sure her wife didn't get out of hand. But even with the limo sent to retrieve them filled with the entire rag tag family, no one spoke. The mood was somber as the others realized that although they would still see her Frisk's presence would be a scarce.

The little girl sat in between Sans and Papyrus with her hand in Pap's and her head resting upon Sans' shoulder. Papyrus was clearly upset when he realized that his favorite human would be gone but after promising to have a cooking lesson with him once a week his sorrow was fleeting. Amusingly enough he seemed to wish her gone just a little bit in order for their lessons to come quicker. Alphys had given her a magnitude of manga books to keep her busy and even made her promise to finish one –ten of the volumes so that they could watch the anime together when she returned. Her parents kept shooting her worrying looks that also held feelings of pride and though she did her best to hide the fact that she knew they were looking it gave her comfort. The only ones who weren't affected were Undyne and Sans. Undyne would frequent the manor almost daily to make sure security was to her liking and even though the little girl told her it wasn't necessary, the ex-royal guard told her that she rather be over prepared than risk an attack. And Sans? Sans was Sans. Even if the others told him not to come visit her, even if they told him she needed to do this by herself there was no stopping a monster who could transverse space to appear and disappear at will.

Besides… Even if she could stop him she didn't want too. Sans was her pillar of strength at times and she knew that if anything was to go down at least she would have his support. "Frisk?" The little girl looked up to her mother as the goat woman called for her attention. "Keep your cell phone on you at all times alright?" "Alright mama." "Make sure you call home every morning and before you go to bed." "Alright mama." "If anything happens make sure you let me know immediately." Frisk smiled softly. "Alright mama." "And—" A snort from Sans interrupted her babble and he ruffled he little girls hair. "Tori relax. You're more worried than the kid is. Nothing is going to go wrong and besides if it does its Undyne's fault." "Excuse me?! Why is it my fault?!" The skeleton winked at her and Papyrus narrowed his eyes. "SANS…" "Well it's a new place not to mention a new environment. You have to learn the rules to this new game Undyne. After all…" His brother could smell the set up a mile away. "DON'T YOU EVEN FINISH THAT SENTENCE!" "We'd understand if you felt like a fish out of water." "SANS!" The collective groan was accompanied by snickering and snorts by Frisk and Toriel. Reaching up the little girl pulled his hood over his face with a bright grin as Papyrus reminded him of how much of a bad influence he was becoming to Frisk.

The somber mood lightened up quickly and when the group arrived they all went their separate ways. Toriel and Asgore were whisked away by Aimé so that they could speak in private. Undyne damn near demanded to see the head of security wanting to challenge them in order to test their worth while Alphys and Papyrus followed behind her attempting to do their best at damage control. In the end that left Sans and Frisk to follow the servants to her new room. After all her stuff was put away the servants departed and in a moment of childishness, the little girl jumped on her bed bouncing wildly much to Sans' amusement. "Trying to fly?" "All humans can fly, Sans." She said it with such an air of seriousness that he found himself looking at her with slight confusion. "Is that so…?" "Of course, technically everything can fly. We just can't land." Her bouncing was stopped as Sans levitated her and brought her before him as she laughing gently. "Well until you learn let's keep our feet landed kid." She nodded but whatever playfulness she built up as soon hushed. "What do you think?" Her laughter died down. "About the manor?" He nodded and she shrugged.

"It's alright… But the stares will get used to… And the hatred." If he had a eyebrow he would have raised it but before he could question she spoke up. "I'm the monster chick. I heard some of them call me that the last time I was here. They aren't to please that I'm staying but they are too afraid to say anything aloud." Taking advantage of floating the girl moved so that she would hover just above Sans so she could place her hands on his shoulders as she grinned. "I'm not afraid though… It just means I have to try harder and watch myself. Good thing I have a really scary skeleton guard dog." "Woof." Chuckling, Frisk pressed her forehead to his as the monster took her into his arms while releasing his magical hold over her. "Just promise me you'll stay out of trouble kid." Frisk pulled back and cocked her head to the side. "I never find trouble." "Oh really?" "Really. Trouble just so happens to have a bad habit of finding me." He didn't laugh at this and in truth she didn't expect him too because they both knew it was more than true. "Things won't be as smooth as you think they will be…" "I know but you know you can't spell Frisk without risk." "Ha, ha. Where ever have I heard that one?" He placed her down on her feet and locked eyes with her. "Don't you go carrying the world on your shoulders, kid." Genuinely, Frisk smiled before taking his hand in hers.

"I promised I would remain strong; I promised I would do my best and I intend to. Don't worry about me, Sans. No one will hurt me here." To that the skeleton rolled his eyes. "Famous last words kid—" He found himself cut off as the little girl wrapped her arms around him and hugged him close. "Thank you, Sans… For looking after me…" For a time he only stared down at her but his hands moved upon their own admission after a light sigh left him and he found himself petting her hair fondly. "Tibia honest kid, wouldn't have it any other way."


She winced but never made a sound even though she wanted nothing more than to cry out as the switch came down upon her hands. She kept her eyes narrowed at her instructor and managed to keep them trained on her as the switch came down once more. It didn't take long after her lessons had begun for Frisk to realize that she absolutely hated the world she had willingly joined. It wasn't because of the content she was being taught, no. She actually enjoyed learning new things, always had but the problem lied with the changes in behavior that was expected of her. The way she was supposed to talk, the way she was supposed to act, the way she was supposed to greet people, the way she was supposed to engage others; the slew of mannerisms tossed upon her was so heavy that she found herself not only over whelmed but frustrated. When she had originally signed up for all of this Frisk had believed that all she would have to do was excel within the lessons but what she didn't realize that part of the lessons was changing who she was.

Nor did she understand that leaving home meant dealing with people who hated you just because you existed. She was used to that of course, the inhabitants of the underground literally hated her because she was human even if they loved her now. Nevertheless try as she might to hide her suffering it as getting harder and harder every day. Most of the manor's staff were nice and polite to her even going so far as to treat her as their boss' own. Others? Others in the manor saw Frisk as nothing more than an abomination. An unruly little brat who unleashed monsters upon the human world and posed a threat to them all. She doubted Aimé knew of their views for if he did surely he would fire them or at least move them from her day to day activates while she lived on site. However it wasn't her place to say or point these things out. Dodging Undyne's spears was a lot more challenging than dodging words after all.

There was one nail that seemed to pierce through her determination to push through regardless of her initial resolution. That nail came in the form of Helen, that miserable piece of work who Aimé assigned to be her etiquette teacher. That horrible woman who made Frisk's life a living hell since the first day they met. She absolutely hated her and Frisk dealt with it day in and day out for the past month. She never complained when the woman punished her unjustly for small mess ups, when she hit her or made snide comments Frisk just let it slide. She had been through much worse in her life time but even she had her breaking point. It wasn't as if Helen's hatred wasn't returned either. Frisk despised the old gnat and she said that with confidence more and more as the switch continued to abuse her palms. Helen was the ring leader, the one who gather all those who were iffy about monsters and turned their uncertainty into hate and fear. She was the one who held on to her own determination, the one who dreamed about being able to make Frisk fail in the eyes of Aimé.

Constantly, Frisk caught the woman speaking ill to her family on a regular bases when they would come to pick her up for the weekend or came just to visit her in her spare time. This time however the woman made the grave mistake of insulting Papyrus while he and Frisk were conducting a cooking lesson. By insulting the food Papyrus made with love and care and telling him that no real human would ever eat his trash the woman unleashed the flood gates. How could she? From the get go, Papyrus always did his best to make friends with everyone. He even went as far as offering a homeless human his scarf once and yet here her beloved friend stood feeling horrible because of one cruel woman. Messing with her was one thing, but no one messed with her family. The child ambassador made sure she gave the older woman a tongue lashing she would never forget and as she did she memorized the look of shock upon the woman's face.

And in return Helen snatched her up by her hair. In return, she yanked the child out of the room ignoring Papyrus' protest and his assurance to Frisk that he would stop the human woman. For protecting her beloved friend's emotions she was to be punished by lashings and she didn't even care. She wasn't going to let Helen upset those she loved the most. Tightening the gaze of her glare upon the woman she soon found the switch coming down harder upon her palms.

"Stop glaring at me, little freak! You will learn to watch your mouth around your elders! Aimé may have requested I make sure you a lady but I will not deal with a child who acts like a monster! The fact that he even thinks a little fiend like you could join high society is laughable!" The woman must have noticed Frisk bristling once more for the switch stopped her bubbling determination from rising up once more. It was…Hard. It was getting harder and harder the more time she spent on the surface to not dislike humans; to stop that dislike from rolling over into hatred. Honestly she may have been wrong, no she knew her actions were very wrong, but Frisk understood why Chara wanted nothing to do with them. She understood why they wanted the surface to burn but she wasn't Chara. No, Frisk was stronger than Chara in every way. "You are a so called princess and its time you act like it!"

Sneering, the woman continued to speak with each lash. "To think a stupid child like you set those abominations free-! Aimé may have hired me to teach you but know that you will fail. You and those creatures are what's wrong with the world today. I read the history books—do you think people won't remember what the dead prince did? How he killed that young girl? Those villagers were right to kill him, to put him in his place as well as the others and history will repeat itself!" Frisk looked up and for the first time in her life she felt an emotion she hadn't allowed herself to truly embrace since Chara resided within her soul, hatred. "I can't wait for the world to see them as they truly are and kill them all before—" "Shut up." Helen blinked at the sudden intrusion of Frisk's voice before scowling. "How dare you—!" "I said shut up you old bat. You will not talk about my family like that! You will not talk about him like that!" It was almost in slow motion and truth be told neither of them noticed to door opening behind them. However, as the switch came down once more Frisk found herself unwilling to back down once more. Reaching out Frisk ripped the switch away and shoved the older woman back.

Eyes ablaze, Frisk stared the woman down before stepping forward as she snapped the switch in half. "People like you are the reason why the world is the way it is. People like you are the reason they were locked up for nothing. They aren't the problem, you are. This world doesn't just belong to you! Even after the monsters were locked up humans continued to conquer each other over land, over money, over stupid beliefs and imaginary gods! You caused your own problems!" The woman reached out to snatch Frisk by her hair but missed as the child automatically dodged. "And what would you know? You're nothing but a bastard child who was probably thrown into the mountain! A child who isn't even cared for by her own race!" Frisk didn't hear the footsteps of three figures approaching as her inner rage rendered her deaf. "Raised by goats, a fish, a lizard and a pair of unnatural skeletons! You may be a treasured child around here but don't you forget to the eyes of sane humans your nothing but a freak—!?" The child's feet were off the floor instantly as she lunged forward and never did she even think to use mercy… How dare this woman talk so badly about her family? About Asriel? She didn't know anything and she never would. Yet despite her wish, Frisk didn't get close enough to attack the woman as she wished. Before she knew it she was enveloped by a familiar blue magic and pulled away from the woman as two other pairs of feet approached in haste.

"Monsieur Aimé-!" The manor's owner looked down at the etiquette instructor with pure disgust and disappointment. Yet before he could say away his attention was captured by the sounds of Frisk throwing an ungraceful tantrum. "LET ME GO! LET ME GO!" Sans brought the child to his arms and once in his grip kept an iron hold over the thrashing little girl. "THAT'S HER, SANS! THAT'S THE WOMAN WHO SO VIOLENTLY SNATCHED FRISK OUT OF HER ROOM! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, DID NOT HAVE TIME TO PULL FRISK BACK BEFORE SHE WHISKED HER OUT AND—! …FRISK?! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR HANDS?!" Aimé looked towards Frisk as the wounds were brought to his attention and moved to get a closer look however he was quickly stopped by the look the eternally grinning skeleton threw his way. "Don't worry about it." "I—" "Don't worry about it. Right now, perhaps its best if you put that…thing some place safe where she can't run away. Monster or not, one call to the police will end in a child abuse charge." The color drained off of Helen's face but anything she would had said to defend herself as cut off as Sans spoke on. "Not to mention, if Tori and Asgore found out Frisk was being harmed here… Well, I know more than a hand full of monsters who would be willing to go to war over our… What did you call her? Oh yes…" The lights in his eyes went out and his grin grew demonic in nature, so much so that one could have sworn that at any moment his teeth would part. "Our freak. I believe that's what that human called her. But I feel this goes a bit beyond simple child abuse."

Aimé could feel his blood run cold at the skeletons internal fury. He may have not been the one holding the switch but he knew in his eyes he blamed him just as much as the woman and to some degree he couldn't blame him. He had promised that Frisk would be safe in his care, that the child would come to enjoy her stay. Who knew how long Helen had been doing this or what she had said to the girl? All he could do was hope the child ambassador didn't call upon her family for such acts against her. She would truly be with in her rights to but it would end badly for both sides. Clearing his throat he attempted to stay strong. "This will not happen again, I assure you. I will cleanse my staff of all those who share in Helen's beliefs and let them know once more Frisk's importance. I—" "Papyrus." The abrupt interruption caused the taller skeleton to jump and he looked at Sans silently. "I need you to do your thing and take Frisk to her room bro. You know what to do. Besides no one can stay upset after you showered them with your greatness." For his brother his tone and expression softened significantly and Papyrus responded in kind as he took Frisk into his arms. Even in her blind rage Frisk calmed her thrashing in Pap's arms knowing better than to continue on so violently with him. "YES! OF COURSE! FRISK NEED THE GREATNESS OF HER NUMBER ONE HERO TO OVER COME THESE TRYING TIMES! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS WILL MAKE SURE SHE RECEIVES ALL THE NUTURE SHE NEEDS!" "I know you will Pap."

Frisk never adverted her eyes away from the woman as she was taken away but just as the door was about to close she looked up and met Sans' eyes. It was going to be alright, she knew everything was going to be okay but that didn't make her feel any better. Papyrus set her down upon her bed once they arrived safely within her room. He kneeled in front of her smiling softly as relief washed over him. "FEAR NOT FRISK! THAT WRETCHED WOMAN WILL NOT BE ABLE TO HARM YOU ANY LONGER! AIME AND SANS WILL RESOLVE EVERYTHING AND THEN YOU—!" "Stop it. Just… Stop it." The skeleton looked shocked as Frisk stood up and stomped her foot down. "Everything will not be alright Pap! You can't just smile and wish things away! There are a million humans who think the same thing that she does! A million more who will act like she does! Why are we even here?! The Underground may have been cramped but it was safe! It was home not this place! The humans would rather see us dead than let us live in peace! Even though they don't deserve it they'll steal our happy ending away again!" Once more the little girl stomped down before turning around and grabbing the dressings on her bed. Ripping them off in a rage she soon found herself in the taller skeletons arms thrashing to be free.

"…I AM AFRAID FRISK." That one sentence caused her to stop in her tracks. Though he was open with his thoughts Papyrus always seemed to keep his true emotions just under the surface. They weren't hard to figure out like Sans' were no but for the sake of the others he never really spoke them aloud. So she stopped her temper tantrum and slowly looked up with the feeling that she should absorb every word.

"I TOO FIND MYSELF QUESTIONING AT TIMES IF THE SURFACE IS REALLY WORTH IT. EVERYONE STRESSES OUT SO MUCH ABOUT IT AND IT SEEMS THAT EVEN THOUGH WE THOUGHT LIFE WOULD BE EASIER UP HERE IT HAS JUST GOTTEN HARDER." Sitting down with her on his lap, Papyrus offered her a comforting smile. "BUT… LOOK HOW HARD EVERYONE IS FIGHTING FOR LIFE ABOVE GROUND. LOOK HOW FAR WE'VE COME! I'VE FOUND THAT NOTHING THAT ISN'T WORTH IT ISN'T WORTH FIGHTING FOR! THAT'S WHY I CHOSE TO SMILE THROUGH THE HARDSHIPS! THROUGH OUR STRUGGLES! BECAUSE JUST LIKE WITH THE BARRIER I KNOW ONE DAY WE WILL PREVAIL. ONE DAY WE WILL MAKE IT THROUGH THE HATRED THE HUMANS THROW AT US AND LIVE IN PEACE!" With each word the little girl's anger dissipated and as he held a hand out for her to take it disappeared completely. "ALL IT TAKES IS A LITTLE MERCY!"

Mercy. Mercy is what gained her the family she always wanted. Mercy is what granted her the best friend a girl could ever ask for. Mercy broke the barrier and mercy is what saved her from herself. Sometimes people only needed mercy, to be proven wrong and even if they still didn't' push past their self-righteous behavior as long as she stuck to who she was she would always win in the end. Frisk took Papyrus' hand with a small smile and chuckled as tears pricked at her eyes. "Papyrus, you really are the greatest…" "NYEH-HEH-HEHE!" His infectious laughter lived up to its reputation and the child giggled in kind. "Papyrus?" "YES?" "Can you go make me a big bowl of spaghetti? It would really cheer me up." The skeleton's grin grew and after setting her to the side carefully he struck a pose. "I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WOULD BE MORE THAN HAPPY TO MAKE YOUR MOST FAVORITE MEAL IN ORDER TO CHEER YOU UP! YOU ARE, AFTER ALL, MY FAVORITE HUMAN!" "Thanks Pap."

The two exchanged grins and she watched as he left the room. She counted to twenty and when she was sure he was really gone she took off. Running through the halls, ignoring the restriction of her suit, she followed her instincts knowing very well it would take her to where she needed to be. She was a fool. She was a goddamn fool—didn't she just entertain the thought that she was better than Chara? And yet here she, the child who navigated her way through a world of monsters with a pacifist's attitude, needed to be reminded about the strength of mercy. Determination surged through her and she pushed herself to move faster. She didn't have a lot of time she had to make sure she got there to stop him. She had to make sure she showed Helen who she really was.

A screech sounded off and she knew she was going the right way. It took her another minute before she arrived and when she did it wasn't a moment too soon. Her feet didn't allow her to take in the scene; she didn't need to. She knew he was standing there with his gaster blasters out. She knew an armada of bones were hovering around them just waiting to be thrown. She knew the woman's sins against her were bad enough but the sins against his brother was the only incentive he needed. And Aimé wouldn't have stopped him, oh no. He knew very well that it was this or face the wrath of her parents—or so Sans would have him believe in order to have his way. But she also knew, as the bones came flying in their direction, that she would make it in time. She knew he would never hit her and as she came to stand above the crumpled form of the woman who had struck her, she was proven right. The bones came to stop just before her face and Frisk never fidgeted. She could have touched them if she had only stuck out her tongue but the distance of them to her face didn't worry her one bit. "Frisk what are you doing—?" Twice in the face of this little girls determination the monster was rendered speechless as she smiled at him. She captured his gaze unwaveringly and time seemed to stop around them as an inaudible conversation took place between the human and he skeleton. As if he was given a silent request, the skeleton allowed his body to relax once more as he banished his weapons.

It was more the sound than anything that let her know that he did so for once his body had relaxed her turned her back to him. Kneeling before the terrified woman Frisk did what neither Aimé or Sans believed themselves capable of. Holding out her hand she replayed Papyrus' words over and over in her mind and in her heart. Some battles would require her to do things differently yes and she would have to learn how to properly play the game of politics… But she also knew now that she couldn't let them change the core of who she was.

After all, sometimes all it took was a little mercy.


I AM A MOTHER.

Now that I got your attention-I got a puppy on the nineteenth of Dec.

Do you know how hard it is to do anything with a bouncing baby puppy around?

At 8 am I typed a word and due to him that one word only became two words at 12 am.

Lawd someone give this baby some Ritalin.

Puppy nonsense aside I am getting back into the flow for this story. Thinking about revising Dead Men to see if I get interested again after doing so.

Might help a lot.

Expect a chapter between today and the 29th for this story tho-up next is Sans take.

Later,

~Muuds.