Husband? He really called Sans, husband. They never did that unless they were ACTing.

As Papyrus left, Sans continued. "I know this marriage thing feels weird, 'cause we've been friends. It's only gonna get weirder, Moonkose. We are going to be doing things each day, to determine where your spot is."

"My spot?" Frisk asked.

"Uh, yeah?" Sans nodded. "I've been close enough to rule out some already. You're not daughter or even sister. So, you could be neutral. That means you actually went with Papyrus' energy in some way, but since I'm related to him, that connection is still there. Usually bonds as close friends."

"Okay," Frisk said slowly. "Instinct drove to me to Papyrus, but because you're his brother, it was close enough?"

"Yeah, that's one," Sans said. "Or, you could be my lover and the one I truly love above all others or some poetic shit like that. Or umm? I could have absolutely no lovey-dovey feelings and it's just all out hot passion brewing between us at like all hours. That's called a Luster. It can be a combination too." He put his feet up on the coffee table. "Evolution will know."

"But we're just friends," Frisk said. "It either has to be sister or neutral."

"Nuh uh," Sans said with certainty. "Just 'cause you pair with my brother's instinct as sister, doesn't make me your brother. It's not a blood thing, it doesn't work like that. It's a monster energy thing. Family doesn't find its way that way. Hell. Heh heh heh heh. You could be 'mom' to me."

"Uh?" Frisk blinked. "That's possible? I'm much younger than you."

"Don't worry, you aren't mom either," Sans told her. "I've felt you out enough, I know you aren't that."

"Well." Frisk shrugged. "We're friends then. Neutral."

"Never know," Sans insisted. "We could be friends, but at the same time, you could be more drawn to getting my energy inside of you than keeping a friendship. Everyone lies to themselves all the time, especially monsters who really wanted a wife. Someone to hold every night, emotionally or physically."

But? "We can't be anything but friends," Frisk said.

"Well, aren't you so sure of yourself," Sans said. "Miss Frisk don't like dem bones. How do you know that? I ain't even seriously taken you out."

"Because you don't like guys or girls sexually," Frisk said. "Right?" This conversation was getting weird. "I don't know how it works."

"Uhhh?" Sans put his feet back down. "Could you come back on that a second again? What do you mean I don't like guys or girls?"

"Oh. Alphys and Undyne told me when we first accidentally got married," Frisk said.

" . . . say whaaaa?" Sans stood up from the couch. "Nah, nah, I'm all about girls! Not that being a lone monster is bad or nuttin', but that's not me and, I'm always thinking about girls!" He looked toward Frisk. "I mean, not about you. Well, maybe. But nah, I'm not like that." He pushed his hands toward Frisk. "Well? I'm not like that either. You know? I'm not always thinking about you sexually. If I do. It's all infusion confusion!"

"Oh?" Oh no! "Oh, I'm sorry! They just told me so many times that I needed to be careful. I didn't want you to ignore me like you did Toriel," Frisk confessed. "I'm sorry, Sans."

"Toriel was the one who told them?" Sans asked. "How long ago?"

"I don't know?" Frisk shrugged. "I think many years ago."

"You were always ignoring her," Papyrus said to Sans as he came back in, interrupting them. "She had to make her own assumption at some point."

"That I didn't like anybody?" Sans whined to Papyrus. "I mean, there's nothing wrong with that or nothing, but, I ain't like that. And she thought . . . that?" Sans growled. "Oh dear, Sans is ignoring me," Sans mocked her voice, "and it couldn't possibly be the fact he wants to stay friends. He must have no sexual desire to be with anyone throughout eternity." He moaned. "My gaw!" That wasn't fair. There were a lot more monsters in the Underground now too. No wonder he still felt so isolated! How many of them thought that? "Yeah, well, I'm married now so screw them all." He picked up his phone. "Don't like guys or girls? Show you who doesn't like girls."

"I'm sorry," Frisk apologized. "There was nothing wrong with it. Alphys was that way for a long time she said." Sans ignored her apology.

"Sans, what are you doing?" Papyrus asked.

"Sending Alphys and Undyne attachments of some of my 'girl' collection."

"Sans?! Your wife is right there!"

"Yeah." Sans looked toward Frisk. "Umm? If you're neutral, like my best friend, you can laugh your ass off about it later. If you're my true love, sorry. If you're my Luster, then we'll cover much more on this topic later."

"Sans?!"

"Well I gotta go with something, she's one of the three, or a combination!" Sans said. He chuckled as his phone made a beep. "Yep, Undyne gets it now." He texted back on it.

"Oh, Sans." Papyrus looked toward Frisk. "Would you like some cake, Sister? I made it for you." He reached his hand out and took her to the next room. "Don't mind Sans. He doesn't know who you are yet." He took the knife for cutting the cake. "Not only that, but he got rid of the 1% of Asriel I told him not to. That's going to make him a little more erratic."

"But you really do?" Frisk asked as she started to cut the cake. "You think I'm your sister?"

"Yes, and I would have been there straight away to hunt for you too once discovered again," Papyrus said, "but Sans is just as protective of me, and he will move fast to keep me from doing things like that."

"Oh." Frisk nodded. "Sorry? I'm getting used to all of it." Oh no. She felt them coming again.

"Share it," Papyrus said. "It's okay. You've been infused. You must feel something too."

"When my momma, my dad, and my sister were killed, I rebuilt," Frisk said. "Even though she was my cousin Maxie, she was closer to my sister. In every way. And my Aunt, she was like my second mother. I knew them as my family. I was as close to them, if not even closer, then I ever was with my original family. And. I."

She felt strange, warm arms wrap around her.

"Ah. I knew it affected humans too." Papyrus' soft voice was heard above her. "It's alright, Sister. Don't be afraid of the connection you feel. Hold me as tight as you want. I'm not a cuddle bunny, but my body was made to withstand anything."

Frisk held him tightly. She hadn't broken down on any monster so far about her feelings. Yet, it felt so genuinely right. Papyrus was a sweet and understanding monster. His presence was always comforting.

"There we go. Much better." He hummed a gentle song in a different language to her while she was in his arms. He even gently rocked her.

That feeling. That particular feeling. She hadn't felt that since she was eight years old. She felt his hand caress the back of her hair lovingly. This isn't what a brother does.

"Oh. Well. This is a different feeling." Papyrus tightened his grip on her slightly and continued to rock her. "No matter what happens, you won't lose any more of us. You are sheltered down here. Even though you are cold, other humans couldn't survive it in here. Even if they come for you, Frisk. I will do everything in my power to make sure no one ever hurts you again."

Sans appeared in the doorway. "I made Alphys curl up in a ball with that one!"

Papyrus groaned. "Leave it to Sans to interrupt a nice moment." He looked down at Frisk. "Feeling better now?"

"Yeah." Frisk nodded. She looked toward the cake. Welcome Home, Sister. It really would be different this time. Although the chill was getting to her again, but she felt a little warmth start to envelope her.

"Just a little power, Frisk," Sans said as he took the knife from her. He held it up in the air with his magic. "Don't get used to it, you can't have much energy for too long. Just enough to warm up a little while you're getting cake." Frisk watched him swing the knife three ways on the small cake. He picked up a small plate, and a slice of the third cake, and handed it to Papyrus. "Yours."

Papyrus got the piece that said 'Sister'. Only, he took the knife and smeared the word. "Not quite. Close though," Papyrus said to Sans.

Sans shrugged. "The mystery of Frisk continues." He scooped up the piece that said 'Welcome'. "And this one's all yours, Frisk."

Frisk smiled. She got the piece that said 'Home'.

Home.

As they played a quiet game of scrabble through the night, Frisk was starting to get huge chills. Real chills. What's the temperature outside for real? She didn't want to complain. "S-s-s-sans? W-what's the t-temperature?"

"Mildly cold. Maybe 18 below 0?" Sans glanced at her. "I already gave about as much power as I could for a bit without messing up evolution." He tossed his new word down. "Game over."

"Duh?" Papyrus complained. "That's short, and not even a word."

"I just said game over, not that I won," Sans said. "Come on, Frisk. Time for bed."

Move? She had to move? She was trembling in her heavy cloak and she had to move? Maybe the bed will be warmer? Added with her cloak at least.

"Use that determination," Sans teased her as he helped her up. "Little jaunt upstairs, come on."

Frisk followed dutifully. "Are you going to tell me yet?"

"What?" Sans asked.

"What Papyrus suggested?" She watched Sans stop in front of her just a moment, and then continued.

"Room, Frisk. We'll talk in our room." Sans grabbed his key and unlocked his door.

Frisk walked in. Different bed. Different covers.

"You got pajamas now, excellent, right?" Sans moved toward his closet and opened it up. "That half is yours. You can get more later. I just got you started."

Whoah. She had some dresses, a lot more shirts, a lot more pants, and even more than a simple pair of shoes at the bottom. Stripes. Polka dots. Much more her thing.

"Got undergarments too." Sans moved toward the drawer. "Covered everything by the book."

Frisk went over. Socks. Panties. Bras. And lingerie?

"By the book. Lingerie's for another night," Sans said. "I gotta cover the three bases you could be." He moved away from the dresser. "Don't have to wear those yet though."

Yet? Did he say yet? Frisk took a pair of panties and a bra. "I don't want to sound wrong, Sans, but?" All of that costs money. He bought her an entire wardrobe when before he could barely afford the minimum. "How did you afford all this?"

"Settlement," Sans said. "That's all you really need to know."

"A settlement?" Frisk looked back toward him. "Is that what happened before 3:00 with that human?"

"You could say that, yeah," Sans said. "Let's just say . . . royalty did kinda wrong to us. So I got permission for an evolution marriage, and a decent settlement to make sure you're healthy and safe. Especially right now. Okay?"

"Yeah, okay." She grabbed the things but still huddled up in her cloak. She really didn't want to get undressed. "Can I just have this tonight?"

"Heh heh. No," Sans chuckled. "You can use it to get dressed in though. That'd be a fun challenge to see."

"Uh. Uh."

"Awww," Sans teased her as he left the room. "Five minutes. Leave the cloak off and jump in bed."

Oh gaw. "I'm freezing."

"You won't be for long. I'll warm up the bed when I get back."

As Sans closed the door, he caught Papyrus waiting by his room. "Going to bed too?"

"Worried. Confused." Papyrus shrugged. "I was so sure it was sister."

Sans bounced on his feet. "If it's mom, I've gotta be there when you tell her. That'll freak the human right out," he chuckled. He noticed Papyrus didn't shift even one bone at the joke. "Holy crap, Frisk isn't resonating asyour mom, is she?"

Papyrus shook his head. "No."

"Oh, good, 'cause I was just joking," Sans said.

"But I believe the energy resonating between us . . ." Papyrus wasn't as forthcoming.

"What?!" Sans felt something stir in him. "I mean, um. Uh? You already said a long time ago there was nothing romantic there. Long time ago. Long, long time ago. You know? 'Cause Frisk is my wife now?" he pointed out. "Mine? Not?"

"No, no, Sans. Nothing like that," Papyrus assured him. "That thought is purely disgusting, I've made that clear. That's why I thought-Brother?"

"You don't know the way you stooge!"

"You're the stooge!"

"You're the stooge!"

Frisk tried to free herself, but she couldn't teleport. One minute, she'd been getting dressed in some polka dotted pajamas and about to get in the covers, and the next, she was abducted by two people who came into her room and teleported away!

"Well, we gotta find the way out. The Underground only had one way out, and we gotta get out before it happens."

"Before what happens?!" Frisk demanded, trying to kick herself free. Then, she felt more power rise in her. She looked at her ring. It was glowing bright. Sans?

"Don't even try it, we know what you are trying to do. It'd be by the castle. That's what John said. Keep going."

Frisk closed her eyes. They were teleporting all over the place. They don't know the Underground, if I can break free, I'll be fine! How to break free? But, they found it. They visualized it just right.

She was at the entrance of the Underground. "No, I refuse to go!" She continued to kick and scream. "Let me go!"

Frisk found herself aboard another ship. She looked out the windows and saw the Underground but then. "No. No, no, noooo!" She screamed.

The entrance was sealed by a barrier. Who? How? Now?!

"Are you going to be noisy all day?"

Frisk watched as her soul started to show. "No, only monsters can do that. Only monsters!"

"I've been known to be called that," the man in front of her said as he reached his arm out toward her soul.

To Sans and Papyrus, trying to keep up with the teleporting . . .

"It's exhausting, I can't keep up," Papyrus said to Sans. "It's like teleporting a hundred times!"

"Can't give up. Frisk is being taken." By someone who could teleport of all things.

Then, they heard screaming. Terrible screaming. Realizing they weren't far from the entrance, they ran towards the screaming.

"The barrier is back up?!"

No. No. Not again! Sans and Papyrus both ran to the barrier, finding a good deal of the Underground already there, banging on it as well. It was not black or white, but see-through, and wavy like water. Outside of it, the humans kept their weapons down but also looked perplexed.

"We've been good!" Someone screamed.

"Never hurt anyone!" Another one yelled.

"Not again, not again, not again!" So many voices. So many shouts of protest.

Someone nabbed Frisk and put up a barrier. "Uh." Sans stared. "My wife." He felt his brother try to hug him. "No. Can't." He noticed his ring still glowing. "What are they doing to her?"

To the ship Frisk was on . . .

"Let go, let me go, I refuse to just let you take my soul!" Frisk yelled as she kept trying to fight the power off. "Never, never, never, I refuse!" She was surrounded by different people who somehow had the ability to get to her soul like a monster.

"This is really the one who did it?" One of them asked. "This whiner?"

"The owner may be a whiner, but it doesn't change the soul. Don't forget the other one."

Frisk yelled as she felt something attack her like a whip. It felt like Flowey did the other time. Then, she felt it again, and again. Her vision went bleary, she couldn't make anyone out through the pain they were putting her through.

"Frisk, not you too?!"

Not you too? Frisk looked to the side of her. Through her poor vision, she recognized that orange. No one wore orange like her.

Gloria was in the same position, her soul exposed as well. Asriel was back to his flower self, doing everything he could to save his wife from the brutality of her soul being- aaaAAaAh! Attacked!

It hurt like the other attacks, but Frisk tried not to squeal as she saw Flowey lending his support for her too. He must have still had good in him, even if he couldn't keep his form anymore.

"Where the hell is your husband?!" Flowey yelled at her. "I can't protect both of you!"

"Who's the flower?" One of the people above asked.

"The Prince. Didn't you even study the Underground before you came?" another one answered.

Frisk felt her body go limp as she felt another whip against her soul. What were they doing? What were they trying to do?

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Flowey yelled at Frisk. "I can't save you both, even in this form!"

He had to save his wife. When Flowey's physical thorns left her soul, it was like an electric shock. Her body fell to the ground. She tried to crawl. I'm still me. No matter what! Another lash on her soul. I'm still me! I don't care who invades my soul with their evil power, I'm! Another lash. Still! Another lash. Me!

"Nah, it's the one crawling, that's definitely the one," one of them said. "Holy heck. She's still moving. She's gonna be a good one. Let the other one go, we don't really need-"

Frisk wasn't surprised that she heard parts getting torn and scraped apart. She would bet it was with Flowey's thorns. He didn't have seven souls, but he was still powerful, and protecting his wife, making him that much more powerful. He would take out every monster there that hurt her until it was done, or he was dead.

"Holy hell, that thing is strong! He killed all three of her husbands!"

Good. At least Gloria would get out.

"Asriel!" Gloria moved toward his form, once her soul was better again.

"I'm sorry. I can't be your prince anymore."

Frisk tried to lift a finger. It can't end this way. I need help. Please.

"I don't need a prince," Gloria insisted as she hugged his stem. "What girl doesn't love flowers?"

Frisk laughed. Even with all the pain on her soul, she couldn't help herself. "Flowey, get her out of here!" Somebody. Help.

"It laughed." Frisk watched as Flowey wrapped his gentlest vines around Gloria and teleported out while one of the men approached her. "All of this on her, and she laughed. She even spoke. Damn, she's a strong one." She felt herself being lifted up. "Looks normal. Looks like any ordinary pathetic girl, but what a soul. Imagine the strength of the monster she could bear."

"Monster?" Frisk tried to look at them. "You're . . ." It couldn't be. They looked human.

"Did you really think all the monsters left somehow found peace in the mountain with each other?" one of them asked. "Hell no." Frisk felt herself getting strangled as he lifted her up. "So easy to kill, but a soul so strong." He loosened his grip on her neck.

Frisk tried to adjust her vision. Still, human. "You look human."

"Nine brutal districts left in 311. Seven of those not accepting treaties or their means. Don't you know why?" He dropped her back toward the ground.

Ow! Frisk tried to keep moving away. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run.

"Clearly when the districts were drawn out, they had to keep us back from their peaceful areas. Keep us from taking souls or getting rough," he answered. "So? We didn't get a barrier. The worst monsters who created the largest offenses, were sealed. Not within a place. Within these hideous human forms."

Kept in human form?

"Fortunately," he mentioned as Frisk felt herself getting dragged back. "Us and that barrier were also linked. For fourteen years, we've been trying to get ourselves more . . . reputation," he stated. "Without revealing that fact. Then up you pop, and well, who could resist this one? A human soul that bonds strongly to monster. Most would be dead after just two husbands. Most monster women can't even handle five, but look at you? Eight darling men to take care of you."

Run wasn't working. It wouldn't work. Somebody. Help. Somebody help. Help me! Please, anybody!

Somebody finally came.