"Many more of the humans are awake now," Papyrus said as Frisk walked back to where they started. She held her sons in her arms. Tightly.

"Why are they all here?" Frisk asked Papyrus. All of the women were chained together, but their children were free and by their sides. Papyrus just held his finger up to her over his teeth. Getting the hint, Frisk put her boys down. "There you go huns. Do your thing."

Al walked toward a couple other kids that were next to their moms. "Hey, I'm Al. How's it going?"

"Uh? I'm Sarma?" a little boy said. He looked up at his mom who was really freaking out. "Do you know what's going on?"

"Nope, not a clue. Well, we're in the Underground, I know that much. Monsters and stuff. That guy over there is Papyrus the Skeleton." Al gestured to Papyrus. "He's neato."

"I don't know if he's completely neato," Juleyard said, "he seems to have more ego than he needs. Still, he seems to be a nice fella for a monster. He hasn't tried to kill us, and that's a good thing."

"Stay near me, Sarma, stay near," his mother instructed him, holding him so close.

"Oh, I can't take it!" Another woman yelled. "Why are we here?" She looked over toward Frisk. "Why are we here?! Why is there a monster over there?!"

"Easy." Frisk held her hands up. "Like my sons said, this is the Underground."

"Momma, you're hurting my back," the hysterical woman's child said. "A lot, you're straightening it too much!"

"Sorry, honey. Sorry." She patted her daughter's head. Frisk noticed the child's back turned inwardly at a strange direction. She had a hump. She looked toward Sarma, the friend Al and Juleyard just made. His ears seemed to fold down a little more. As she looked at each child being held tightly by its mother, she realized all of them had different qualities to them. A couple kept their mouths open and she could hear their breathing. One of them was blind. Another kept opening and closing its mouth like a fish. Another continually bounced on the tips of its toes.

"I am among some rad kids," Al said. He patted hands and introduced himself down the line while Juleyard just stayed and chatted with Sarma. "Hey there. No need to be shy," he told the little girl with the rounded back. "Look at me, I waddle like a penguin. I also got the fattest fingers in the world." He showed her his stubby fingers. "We all got our own thing going on." He put out his hand and patted her shoulder. "I'm Al. If you forget, just remember that I'm Al-right."

Frisk watched her laugh and come out more from her momma. "Rita."

"Hey, Rita." He waved toward her. "Nice to meet ya."

"How can you just let him go around all chipper like that?" A mother scolded Frisk. "We're near monsters, in a weird world!"

"And it will only get worse from here if you don't start looking on the bright side!"

All the ladies in the room screamed as Asgore came in. Frisk stayed silent though, instead nodding politely.

"Now, I need you ladies to come this way," Asgore said. "Papyrus, please keep an eye on Frisk and her sons. Don't let them get too far."

"Yes, Majesty!" Papyrus grabbed Al and gently nudged up Juleyard right next to Frisk. "There we go. All one big happy family. Now, don't wander off too far."

"Okay. Frisk, we will be back to talk more," Toriel insisted. "Don't be afraid. No one should try anything." Frisk nodded, but doubted she could believe. Asgore still intended to make her pay somehow. As Toriel was leaving she spotted Alphys. Alphys kept her head down and dashed toward King Asgore. Frisk didn't blame her one bit, nor did she expect anything different.

Papyrus edged Frisk and Al up slightly, so they could see what was going on. They saw a large crowd of monsters, including Mettaton who looked like he was covering it for everyone.

All the humans in the line screamed and panicked until Asgore roared at them demanding silence. Then, they went to trembling and holding onto each other tightly.

Toriel moved back towards Papyrus. "Such a brute."

"He's usually a well-spirited monster," Papyrus said to her.

"Not all well-spirited monsters think straight. Or think about what's best for others besides themselves." Toriel crossed her arms. "Nobody came. Papyrus?"

Papyrus only smiled at her. "Yes?"

"What will become of Frisk and her children?"

"Oh?" Well, that was a funny thing to ask. "They will be taken back and my duties as guard will be filled."

"And what happens to her children if something happens to Frisk?"

" . . . I don't know?"

" . . . even you," she said strangely. "Fine," she said harshly, a lot of emphasis on the F. She seemed to be in a bad mood and went back toward Asgore.

"One minute," Asgore insisted to the crowd. He waited until Alphys came back to him. "Is it ready?"

Alphys nodded. "Yes. Any human out of control can be instantly neutralized by my potions. I had Sans start passing a free bottle out near his posts."

"Good." Asgore held his hands up to address his audience. "Before I do this, I remind everyone not to hurt their human. They are scared, that is it. Scared humans do things. If need be, use your potion, but use it only a little. A drop is all it takes, and you don't want your human to be scared of you. If you did not pick up a potion, talk to Alphys. Now, moving on. As many of these humans had males before, and this is not . . . the most expected thing, this will all take time. If." Asgore held his finger out. "If you kill or harm your human, the other will be taken away."

"Could you tell us exactly what you're talking about, Majesty?" Mettaton asked from in front of his camera. "Not everyone knows, including me, and I should know everything!"

"While unfortunately our families above were continued in horrible conditions," Asgore said to Mettaton, "some were not. Those lucky few lived on the outside surface with no knowledge of what happened. But now, I draw the line there."

"Hey, did I miss anything?" Sans asked from beside Papyrus. He had a hot dog in his hand.

"You are late," Papyrus complained to him. "Asgore is explaining what is going on to Mettaton and his audience."

"Oh. What is going on?" Sans looked toward the humans. Thirty women and children? Not exactly good considering he was distributing potion out today that was supposed to neutralize their souls. Which, he had no idea what context they were using that for. And of course, no Frisk. He . . . didn't quite know how to feel about that.

Cute kid. Demonic monster wiping everyone out. Ate monster candy politely. Killed Papyrus. Had fun with puzzles. Topsy turvy, topsy turvy.

"Why do you draw the line there?" Mettaton asked Asgore. "I don't think the audience or I understand the line?"

"Yes. That's because the humans are going to scream again," Toriel interrupted. "As they should. It is expected."

"Monsters come first," Asgore said to Toriel. "We deserve our fair share. Consider it nice I am allowing the mothers in." Asgore moved toward a human and took her daughter. She was frightened and wanted to fight back, but didn't. "I won't hurt her. Keep your soul in check, thanks to our Royal Scientist, we aren't helpless anymore to you." Asgore picked up the little girl carefully and brought her over.

Toriel smiled at her. "What's your name?"

"Rita."

She was slumped a lot more forward than a human should be. Sans bit into his hotdog. "What's up with the new humans?"

"Aaron." King Asgore moved as Aaron came forward. He did not bother to flex. "Rita."

Aaron stared at the human. "I am Aaron.;)" He smiled and picked her up. "Welcome!;)"

"Oh no, you must be careful with her," her mother insisted. "Rita?!"

"I know how to hold her;)," Aaron said. He looked toward Asgore and nodded. Asgore pulled out a single chain for the human. He attached it to her and took the other one off, freeing her from the chain gang.

"Listen, human," Asgore warned her. "If you cause too much mischief or try running away, you will be sent away and you'll never see your daughter again. Is that clear?"

"Huh?"

Toriel sighed. "It can't be helped," she said to the child's mother. "I am sure things will get better, but until then? Tell her, Aaron."

"Rita is relation to me. She's part Aaron.;)" Aaron told the human woman. "And if you're nice, you can stay with us. If not, I will have to kick you out of our lives.;("

"Huh?!" Rita started to kick.

Yep, all the humans were now screaming.

"Oooooooh." Sans just shared a look at Papyrus. "Humans actually doing that? Dang. Insert whistle here." Why were they doing that? Creating half monsters?

"Stop the screaming!" Asgore warned the human women.

"But, it's not true, it's not!" Rita's mother insisted. "Rita's different, yes, but I never did anything with a monster!"

"And no Aaron would have done anything with a human;(," Aaron shot back. "Be lucky to have this Aaron.;)"

"I am married!" She insisted to Asgore. "Rita is not any monster's, I was faithful to my husband!"

"I'm afraid . . . that's how they got away with it," Asgore said to her. "You were having trouble conceiving and searched for help. That is what most of you have in common. Husband or not, it's not biological to them. They . . . were doing something with monster and human together. They refused to share any details. With us, or you. And we will have the marriage terminated anyhow, once you sign your half of the paper," Asgore said. "In order to stay, you have to sign."

"Why?" She whined. "So I could let some monster have me too?"

"No, so you'll survive," Asgore corrected her. "You are mother to a monster, that looks human. When that word gets out, where would you go? Who would accept your family?"

The woman wept. She looked at her husband's signature on the paper. "It's not his signature."

"It is. Each human willingly signed away. No human man wants something that bore a monster. That is the truth of your world." Asgore pointed to Aaron. "Sign it and move along with Aaron, or don't, and leave your daughter forever. We have more to do."

"Wow. Wow. Wow!" Mettaton waved on the camera. "Holy smackadoodles! Did you hear that?! Some monsters are actually now appearing as humans?! Oooooh, the excitement is too much to bear!"

Asgore did the rest of the humans a little faster, each one signing their papers now beforehand. Altogether, it was tough and heartbreaking. Yet, happy too. Especially as some monsters Sans hardly ever saw actually got called forth.

A little human who continually hopped lightly with webbed little hands was brought forth. Asgore waited. Seeing as the related monster wasn't coming out, he went ahead and got another child. When he came back, the little hopping girl was gone.

"Where is she?" Asgore looked back toward the little girl's mother. She was gone too.

Sans chuckled. "Too bad, So Sorry, they must be camera shy."

After Asgore took care of the rest of the business, he moved back toward Frisk he slightly pulled out from the shadows. "I will speak with you soon again." She nodded.

Still alive? "How's the former Kid and her kids?" Sans thought that mess would be over by now, with Toriel taking the children.

"Asgore already spoke to her, but I best get back to my duty. I won't leave her until she is safely out of the Underground."

"Good idea." Maybe Asgore came to his senses? "I better get back to serving hot dogs. Got behind having to serve those potions. Tell me when we get our baby sister. See ya, Pap."

He noticed though, out of the corner of his eye socket, Toriel. She looked . . . angry.

At him. What was that about? Eh, he'd find out soon. Not like it was the first time someone's been mad at him, although the words coming from that look. 'Just like any other monster' and 'no sense of responsibility' and 'I thought I knew him!' and 'complete innocent'. Just a jumble of things. He'd have to talk about whatever was on her mind later. He was behind on his work and it was a complicated day. He wanted to get off on time. Although, he also wanted to do something else. Especially with Frisk now being in the Underground again.

Sans' and Papyrus' House . . .

Sans went home and unlocked the back door. But?

It was gone. Everything. Gaster's old machine, the blueprints, everything. It was all gone. Who took them? No one had access that he knew of. He looked around for a clue, but the room was completely empty. He would have to figure it out later. Maybe Papyrus wanted to go in the back and he took everything out, thinking it was junk? Sure. Empty an entire room without even asking. That wouldn't be like him.

Still, Sans had a job to do, and the way things were working, he'd find out who stole everything.

Back to the Castle . . .

Frisk stayed out of the way and watched the proceedings. The humans? Their children. They were like hers, half monster. She wasn't the only one who had that, and they were actually being kept down in the Underground with their children.

She was honestly a little surprised Papyrus didn't say anything about his own relation to hers. Did he know that they were an ancient relatives? Maybe the 'ancient' part of it just wasn't close enough to care. And if Asgore didn't tell him, there was probably a reason. She did not want to make him mad in any way right now.

Frisk stayed with Al, Asgore, Toriel and Papyrus in the castle while Alphys walked in. Alphys kept her eyes down.

"Mm. Um? Blood. Arm." Alphys gestured to Frisk's arm. Frisk put her arm out there, making Alphys take a small step back.

"She is okay, Alphys," Toriel said to her.

"Uh." Alphys cleared her throat.

"She undid all she did wrong and saved the Underground," Toriel told her again. "She has no LOVE. She will not hurt you."

Alphys finished drawing her blood without a word. Alphys moved toward the right to her son, Al. "I need to take some blood from you."

"What else is new?" Al held his arm out for her. When she lifted up the sleeve of his shirt to get to the top of his arm, she gasped.

Papyrus moved over to look. "Egad! What is all of that?"

Frisk looked over to Al. "Track marks."

"For what?" Toriel asked.

"I don't know," Frisk said, "I can't ask."

"Oh, human." Toriel closed her eyes.

Al chuckled. "No worries. I'm fine. It's just a thing in life. So are we doing this?"

"Yeah. Maybe the other arm." Alphys took his blood. She went toward Juleyard and gathered his blood with the same amount of worry from him. Minimal.

She stepped toward Papyrus. "Papyrus the Skeleton?"

"Yes?" Papyrus asked.

"I need marrow."

"Uuhh . . . ouch?" Papyrus laughed nervously. "No. That would hurt. There should already be some from when I was a wee Skeleton. Why do I need to give more?"

"I've been doing this down here with everyone, Papyrus," Alphys said. "Your marrow was used to make our potion. This next one will reinforce our barrier. Now, can I have your arm?"

"Wait? Uh, wait? Can we wait?" Papyrus watched Alphys coming over with her special magic needle.

"It's okay, I have another shot that will soothe the hurt afterwards," Alphys smiled. "You can do it."

"Oh, this is going to be a big hurting." Papyrus looked away and held out his arm. "Owwwwww! Owwie Owwie! Oh, the pain!"

"I haven't done it yet," Alphys said to him. "Stay still and close your eyes."

Papyrus closed his eyes. "Is it in now?"

"No."

"Eh. Yet?"

"Almost."

"Eeeeh. Is it in now?"

"Yes."

"Owwie! Ow ow!"

"It's already out," Alphys said. She held the vial of his marrow. "So is the soothing injection too, so you should feel relief."

Papyrus sighed with relief. "Good."

"I need Sans' marrow too," Alphys added. "After that, we'll have almost everyone's."

"Papyrus will have to help with that one," Asgore assured her. He looked once more toward Toriel. She was eyeing him oddly. While a waste of time, the time delay was important, and thinking Frisk would be gone for some time, it should keep Toriel away. "After he returns the human back to where she belongs. Until I have need of her again."

"Yes, sir! I will safely take Frisk back home with her children, you can count on me!" Papyrus announced proudly.

Hot Dog Stand One Hour Later. . .

Sans munched on another hot dog. Business was slow. He watched as Alphys and Papyrus walked up to him with something in her hand. "Sup? Hot dog?"

"Uh? Actually, I'm here for your marrow," Alphys said.

"No, don't tell him tha-! too late." Papyrus threw his hands up in the air.

Sans was gone.

"Saaaans! This is important! Demanded by the King himself!" Papyrus kept yelling. He touched his forehead. "This way, Alphys."

Grillbys . . .

"Sans!" Papyrus shouted as he opened the door to Grillbys. "No shortcut, it's demanded by the King!"

"Ah, come on." Sans slid off the chair. "Collecting marrow hurts, I don't wanna. Kingdom's already got some."

"I, Papyrus, bravely did it! Nyeh heh heh! With very little whining. Okay, lots of whining. But you can do it too, Sans. I believe in you."

"Maybe to-marrow," he said trying to take another shortcut out.

"No, no!" Papyrus caught him before he reached the side. "Not happening, Sans. Sit down and let Alphys get this done. It's needed for the barrier."

"No one wants to see this," Sans said. "They'll hurl up a burger."

"Everyone divert your eyes!" Papyrus announced to everyone. He looked back to Sans. "There, taken care of. Now. Alphys?"

Sans looked away. "This is boneified cruel- Ow!"

"Done," Alphys said. "And this one is for the pain."

"Ow, ow, ow! That one didn't help with the pain, Alphys!"

"It'll feel better, I promise. Thanks, Sans."

"Yeah, no problem, come shove a needle straight into my bone whenever you feel like torturing me." Sans rubbed the site where the needle went in. "Ouch. I'm going to need a bone-dage."

He actually got a couple of laughs with that one. No one really wanted to laugh when Sans hurt himself, but any other time, he could always light up Grillbys.

"Alright, I wasn't bone yesterday," Sans said making more monsters laugh. "What's this for?"

"Records for our kingdom," Alphys mumbled as she took off, "and protecting ourselves."

"Protection or records?" Sans asked. "That was bone-teresting."

"Sans, you aren't even trying to get away from bone in your jokes!"

"Yeah, my funny bone doesn't work right when it gets hit. It gets bone dry." He got up. "Any word about our baby sister yet? I wonder if she's going to like the trombone as much as me."

"Sans. Really."

"You know what you call three bones together?"

"Am I going to regret this?"

"Bone, bone, boooooone. Pretty dramatic sound, huh?"

"Saaaaaans!"

In the Lab . . .

Alphys didn't mind Frisk before. She thought she was awesome, making her way through it all but never harming anyone. She wanted to be just as neat. Just as understanding.

But now? Frisk almost destroyed them all, including Undyne. She killed Undyne. She actually killed Undyne. She did so much.

She did so much.

Frisk had no idea how much she did.

Frisk had no idea what she could still do.

Alphys never met Frisk before the reset, but their signatures resonated when she watched through the cameras. The cruelty. The worst being the fight with Undyne. When she first looked in a machine that read souls, it was the first time she knew true fear.

Undyne saved monster kid and Frisk hit her with a force that was hard to fathom! And then, Undyne started to come apart, but she stayed. She stayed together and she fought. And she fought! She became Undyne the Undying with a strength that was unbelievable.

And still . . . Frisk killed her. Alphys had little time to grieve as she was quickly moving out everyone for evacuation to save them from the human who was full of so much hatred, that she just killed and killed and killed!

And that human that walked through the Underground, covered in dust, was someone she had once felt sorry for . . .

Alphys covered her eyes again, once more crying. Undyne was purposely staying away from Frisk because she knew Asgore wanted the final blow.

Still, Asgore should have just gotten it over with, even if it wasn't fulfilling but this? This just felt worse, so much worse. Claiming she was taking marrow from Papyrus and Sans, so that she could inject Sans without looking suspicious.

Alphys didn't understand what was what, but she answered her phone as it rang. "H-hello?"

"Sup. Can't get two words in with Asgore now so figured his royal scientist would help here?"

"Sorry. Um." Alphys rubbed at her eyes, trying to get them to stop crying. "Yes?"

"About our relation?"

"Huh?! How did you find out about that?!" Alphys flew off the handle. "I'm sorry. Toriel, right? I'm sorry, it's just that, it all . . . I'm sorry!"

"For what? I'm talking about our baby sister. It was on the paper. What do you mean Toriel said something?"

"Oh, nothing! I'll call myself and find out for you." Alphys quickly hung up and dialed Asgore on his private phone. Normally she wouldn't bug him, but for Sans, for this, right now she would. Especially afterward, he would want to cling to family as much as possible. "Um. Sans called about his baby sister?"

"Baby sister?"

"Yes?"

"The Skeletons don't have a baby sister. What do you mean?"

"The . . . the sheet. Their paper sheet said they have a baby sister I guess?" Alphys questioned. They have one, right? Oh Alphys, don't have messed this up! "Please tell me they have a baby sister, Sir?"

"Oh. Oh dear, we must have confused them when we fixed their sheets again. I will clear this up, thank you, Alphys."

"But everything else went off right, right?" Alphys asked him. "They don't know? They won't know? I-I don't want anyone knowing. I-I . . . I . . . I just need Frisk dead. I have to have her dead. They shouldn't know."

"I'm sure it's a small thing. We'll get it cleared up. It will be fine. It's almost over, Alphys, I promise. Nothing will happen."