Red. Purple. Orange. Yellow. Green. Sans looked at all the colors in Frisk's hair. Her skin was different shades, glowing from one to the other. So overloaded with power, power shoved into her, against her will. Even blue was in it, but it wasn't his blue power. His 1% was gone like the wind. They had enough power jammed into her to completely erase his. The only faint detection there was ever his power with her, was the magic forever sealed in her marrow. Even the tips of her hair were now missing it's natural blue.

Sans noticed all the humans standing around, but he could sense clearly, they weren't people. They were monsters, and not from the Underground.

He didn't care about who they were, how they got there, or if they were responsible for the barrier or not! All he knew is that each and every one of them that hurt her were about to die. They just weren't aware of it yet.

"Death. Sentence. Written." Undyne was beside him with her spear. With Sans ring still connected to Frisk, they had managed to teleport out of the barrier. "They stole your wife and took what what was left of yours inside of her."

Sans just stared at her. Bone marrow wasn't enough to be married. He had already reduced her down to 1% for evolution. No one toppled marriage. It took a lot of force, and a lot of monsters to do that. But by letting her have only 1% he just guaranteed it.

Technically, by modern day standards and contracts, he was married, and her only husband. But by monster tradition? By the classic ways of an acceptable marriage? Letting Asriel keep his energy was one thing, it was all about the wife's energy, and what was inside of her.

And. Breaking that. From him. Stealing that from her, and flooding her with their own powers?

"Who's the little guy and the fish?" The one in charge said. He sent a ball of energy Sans' way. Sans not only dodged it, but used the opportunity to pick up Frisk.

"Nimble little thing, aren't you?"

Frisk finally felt something in her that wasn't pain. She tried to concentrate on it, like it was hope. Faith. Like it could save her. Just hold onto it. Whatever that is, hold onto it. She tried to bend her fingers to cling onto her hope, but her body was swayed away so fast. Yet, her hope was still there. All she could hear was static and screaming in her ears from her soul, but she knew with hope, if she could just concentrate, she could make it through it.

Then, she heard different screams. Screams that didn't sound human, and the feeling of the warm hope increased into something she recognized. Sans. Impossible. They raised the barrier, it couldn't be. But, she knew that feeling. That warm, safe feeling. She could now feel her sense of touch coming back. Bone, she felt Sans' strong bone. "I'm still me," she breathed as she felt his bone. Her fingers could curl now. "I'm still me. I'm still me."

"Here comes another barrage, Sans, hold onto the Punk tighter!"

Sans dodged another attack. He calculated the degrees he would need to set up his ultimate weapons again, but first he sent out a fleet of spinning bones back out, and dodged a right attack while Undyne sent out her own strong spear attack, hitting several monsters, several times at once. If they had been real human bodies, that battle would have been over.

He couldn't just teleport away with Undyne. They held power in Frisk's soul, and it was too strong for him to vanquish. He had to vanquish the sources to free her. All eight of her new husbands.

With Undyne's assist, he would do just that, or die trying. Over, over, over, over, over, there! He sent a tunnel of bones swirling through them all, Undyne combined her spear attack, hitting the targets several times over, and then Sans set out five of his ultimate weapons.

Gaster may have been creepy, but he was one of the most brilliant scientists who ever lived, and Sans' weapons, the Gaster Blasters, would eradicate those five.

Shocked and disturbed, the other three monsters he could feel pulsating in hers tried to teleport off, but he wasn't allowing it. He didn't have any extra food. He couldn't get any rest if he needed it, but he had to take the risk to keep the battle going so they couldn't disappear.

Undyne was risking it too. To leave a fellow monster in the hands of multiple husbandry was considered worse than leaving a weak soldier to fend for themselves. She would never do it. "Any food left, Sans?"

"No," he said.

"There is a chance for victory, but a chance we may die too. No provisions. We are both weak, and Frisk may no longer be your wife by true standards. You only left her one percent I'm sure and their power is strong."

"I accept." Sans dodged out of the way with Frisk again. "I accept the chance of it all."

"I do too!" Undyne sent out another barrage of spears, while barely missing another attack of theirs. "Unfair hideous creatures! You don't know real bravery or respect it when you see it! You will pay with everything we've got before we give up to you!"

Long, courageous speeches was Undyne's thing, especially when at the end of her endurance. They took care of five, and had put a dent in the magic body of the other three, but victory was still pretty slim.

"Screw it all, here!" One of Frisk's husbands started to take his power back, but slowing down to do that wasn't smart. Undyne nor Sans granted it mercy, it just made him an easier target. After a barrage of bones mixed with spears, that one was done for.

Two left. Of course, the strongest ones. Undyne was dripping wet with sweat, breathing hard, but holding her ground. Sans' skull was wet, he wasn't much better off, feeling like he was going to go to sleep any second.

But, the feel of Frisk in his arms, the ring on her finger that still glowed with his, and her hair. Her hair was many shades, but at her very tips, the blue was starting to return. His natural infusion with her was still fighting, even through it all. Gotta. Stay. For her.

"Victory is . . . never assured," Undyne gasped as she clung to her spear. "Gotta. Keep."

Sans watched her faint. Her power was so weak, she was almost dead. He wasn't far off. He couldn't even hold his rattling bones still, trying to mask it by waving from side to side. For Frisk. Not like this. Not with these two!

"I'm still me," he heard being breathed from her. "I'm still me. I'm still me."

"Right," Sans whispered back, "I know ya are, Pal, I know you are."

"Sans?"

"Right here. Ol' Buddy Sans been right here." He felt her fleshy fingers touch his bony ones. All he wanted to do was concentrate on that, but he had to dodge another attack. "Gettin' real tired though, Frisk. Don't know how long I can keep this up."

"Sans. What was that word . . . Jattehoon?" Frisk asked. "Don't give up. Can't give up. Never give up. I am still. Your weapon, Sans."

Heh. "Last time I looked, I couldn't throw ya, Frisk," Sans said.

"You took Asriel's power. I know you can take some of my determination," Frisk insisted. "Eat it like a classic deluxe Grillby burger."

Could he do that? "I don't think that's possible."

"Anything's possible," Frisk said. "Come on, hot stuff, win this and I'll get ya a kiss."

Whoah. Whuh? "You delirious?" If she was delirious, she could be ACTing with flirt. Or was he getting delirious and imagined that last part. Well, even though he was at the end of everything, that single thought almost seemed to slightly charge him. Kay. Little extra power. Probably die, but imagine. Not residue cleaning. Not Frisk just lying there motionless, but actually kissing him back.

If he did win, he had no idea what he'd do next. Everyone was stuck behind a different barrier he knew nothing about. Frisk was still in great amounts of danger, from the contract, and apparently from other monsters who had survived out of the mountain that wanted her strong soul.

"I got a card," he said, "I got a wife that's willing to kiss my actual bony butt." He propped himself up higher. "I have no idea what to do from there, but it's a good enough start." One go. One more go. He dodged another attack, but was putting his all into two more Gaster Blasters. His enemies were down by at least a half-life each, maybe more. If the Gaster Blaster didn't take care of both of them, if he could at least take down one, then instinct should be strong enough that they'd treat Frisk better at least.

Going for two. Going for broke. He took a little energy to tap Undyne. "You got any energy left? One more spear round, Undyne, I think I can win this."

Undyne started to move slightly. Good enough for Sans, and the enemy. Sans moved Undyne with a little more of his energy. Not something he wanted to waste, but the movement stirred Undyne back to consciousness. "Not dead . . . yet . . ."

"One more spear round. We can win," Sans said again. "One more go for victory."

Undyne nodded toward Sans and held her spear tight. "One. More. Go. For victory!"

She sent out a massive barrage of spears, pouring her all into it. One of them actually cried out in pain as he was conquered from the bludgeoning. Sans recalculated his next move, holding his Gaster Blasters in different spots, but the same position for the dose of the same attack twice.

"How in the . . ." the human like creature held his side as he started to bleed out of it. He stumbled a couple feet to the side before he crumbled away like dust, leaving only his clothes behind like all the others.

"Vic. To. Ry!" Undyne yelled. "Vic. To!" She passed out.

And Sans was about to do the same. He slouched to the floor, the battle now over. "Kay. Saved ya." He looked toward Frisk. "Come on, promise is a promise?" he teased her. He felt her fingers moving, but her body was weak.

"She needs power," Undyne said, stirring slightly. She hadn't completely passed out after all, just so weak she couldn't constantly be awake anymore.

"I can't," Sans insisted, "Evolution says that-"

"Can it. I won't tell," Undyne assured him. "Just do your thing. Her life depends on it, Sans."

I'm still me. I'm still me. I'm still me. Frisk felt energy coming back to her. It was light, trying to reach her. Hope. The energy was radiating, but it seemed locked. Familiar, but locked. It was so familiar, but so locked away. How did she know it? Get it. Get it. She could feel such power from it. If she could just.

Whoah. Okay, there it was! There was her energy. Not just her energy, but her body was tingling, bristling with the accepted action. She hungrily took more, converting it into the food her soul needed instead . . .

"Hey. Romeo," Undyne said as she tried to lift a finger. "Now what?"

Sans held Frisk and transported them back to the hole of the Underground. Actually going through the barrier. He saw the usual plethora of people aiming at him and Undyne from the other side.

"Sans!" Papyrus called as he reached him. "Brother, are you okay?"

"Rest." Sans looked down at Frisk. Somehow, him and Undyne had been able to escape the barrier with his ring, and even go back inside. It must have somehow connected to more than their power connection, but a soul connection too.

"We'll get this down," Undyne said to King Asgore, but she was still so weak. Her and Sans.

"I gotta . . ." Sans could barely keep his eyes open. He only had enough for one more round. "I'll see you, Pap, after a nap."

He zapped him and Frisk back home, to their bed. Her pajamas were torn to shreds. If she knew their real condition, she'd be upset with how close he'd been, but that didn't matter. With the very last of his strength, just basic radiating, he warmed the bed so Frisk wouldn't freeze. His eyes started to close. "Moonkose. Never . . . any . . ." Different.

Frisk was the first to stir in her bed. She yawned and rubbed her eyes. She looked beside her and saw Sans. His poor skull was just covered in sweat. His tuxedo from that night was torn to shreds.

Frisk looked at her clothes. Her polka dotted pajamas didn't look any better, sliced in several directions. Barrier. Underground. They were back Underground.

And that fact was coming back ten-fold, knowing the barrier went up. How and why?

Her soul had hurt so immensely. Her body still hurt from all their mishandling of her. But, she didn't feel anything unwanted inside her. As she looked at her hair, she saw nothing new. Brown with thin light tips of blue. The tips looked shorter than usual, but were still blue.

Frisk didn't want to wake Sans up. It was clear he was battling for his very life to save her. Somehow, he managed to come. Flowey. Gloria. They had to be somewhere out there too.

Food. She could use a recharge. She didn't have any. She felt around Sans, but he had nothing either. Sleep then.

If someone grabbed her again, she was toast. Her heros were zapped, but staying awake weakened wouldn't do any good. She closed her eyes, but noticed Sans' bony hand. Sans. Cracking? He was really on the verge. She rubbed her hand against his, and watched as their strange rings glowed again.

The ring? Is that really how he managed to get through the barrier? "Well, 'Jattehoon'," she said, trying the funny new word on her lips again. "I am a high maintenance wife, huh? Opposite of what you needed." She sighed and continued to rub the crack in his hand. Would he have that forever now because of her? She pulled her head closer to his sweating skull. Her funny skeleton pal, being so crazy strong. She still couldn't get over that. How fast he had taken out Garland and all his guards.

Then, she remembered the energy in her mouth. That. Energy. Why did Sans' energy always feel so . . . good? He had no flesh. No hair. Odd, funny little eye sockets with lights that darted around. A mouth that never opened, yet mysteriously always managed to eat. Among other things. No, no, now was not the time to start any blushing. Although . . .

/"Yeah." Sans looked toward Frisk. "Umm? If you're 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."/

She could feel her cheeks starting to heat up. What's wrong with you? This is Sans for crying out loud, Frisk, that was just joking! Weird joking! His specialty! Well? She was married to him. No, no, it doesn't mean I'm just going to start feeling this way. That way, that way! She tried to correct herself. I am not. No way, not sweet lovable punnable way too puzzling secret keeper Sans! Wouldn't happen. Couldn't happen. Never happen. I mean, he was the only guy she didn't care if she farted or burped around. She never had to worry about her appearance or if she smeared her lipstick. If she fell down too many times. Her manners while she ate. Sans didn't care about things like that.

And in history, only monsters and humans that were highly similar even had a chance of attraction to each other. Except, that Gloria still doesn't care Asriel is Flowey. He did start off as a dashing Prince goat to her. Still, goat. Kind of similar. Just as tall. Didn't have goat hooves, regular feet. Furry with horns, that was the biggest changes. But, Sans? Bones. All bones.

Energy. Incredible energy, but still? I mean. Is there even a way for a human to . . . what the hell am I thinking?! Gaw, her thoughts were going everywhere! Just smitten 'cause he saved you. Although he's done that before more than once. No, no, I'm just confused because he saved me and now only we're married and, oh my gaw, Frisk! He's freeing you in around a year, knock it off!

Human hormones. One of the few things that was hard to understand or defeat.

Even worse when they left your cheeks pink as hell when the funny guy you were fantasizing about was now looking straight at you.

"Hey."

"Uh, hey?" Stop blushing. Stop blushing. Stop blushing. "You saved me again? Yip?"

"Yep," Sans answered. "Drained though."

"I can hear it," Frisk said. "Your voice is husky- I mean ragged!" She corrected herself. Too tired to notice that mix-up. She wanted to back away too now, she was like right next to him. "Do you get frequent flyer miles whenever you save me or something?" she asked.

"Nope. Just, responsibility of a husband to his wife," he said. "I am. You can't lose it. I never lost you, they can't beat me. Don't care what they do." His cracked hand touched her finger. "Forever in your bloodstream."

Forever in my bloodstream. Hearing him, and seeing he was fine, her own body was taking a backseat to everything now, letting her need for rest overtake her. Forever in my bloodstream . . .

By the Barrier . . .

"There we go," Frank Clipper said as he shined a basic class 3 barrier breaker over the hole of the Underground. Poor monsters were beside themselves with absolute worry. Even this many years later, a little barrier could cause such strife. After it came down everyone occupied the twenty five feet of property they now had extra, and stared out at the sky, breathing the air. Some even stood on each other's head, to feel the freedom

Frank had started working with the monsters while he was still fresh, learning all of his skills in his twenties. They sent him in because they wanted someone who knew what they were doing, but they didn't send in their best experienced men since they didn't know what the monsters would do back then. Now, he was 37, and still trying to find that line between professional helper, in between messenger, and employed worker.

Breaking barriers wasn't even in his job description but when Initiative heard what happened, (not long with the plethora of men always watching the hole) they of course placed the class 3 barrier breaker responsibility with him.

"Oh, thank goodness. Oh, thank goodness." Queen Toriel was still repeating her thanks to him. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

He just represented Sans and took money and respect from the royalty, and he was being thanked? Monsters. He'd never understand them. "No problem. That was a very weak barrier. It would have evaporated in a day or two but Initiative thought you'd be beside yourself with worry, so it's taken care of."

"Thank you so much!" Frank felt the queen hugging him. Monster hugging. Someone help him. "Have you seen my son and daughter?"

"No," Frank said, trying to remain completely still. "Just here to take care of the barrier. Now, it's none of my business," he said slowly. It really wasn't. He shouldn't be asking. "Has Kudera contacted you yet?"

"I'm afraid we don't know this Kudera," King Asgore said. "Nothing except what Cromwell told of us."

"Okay. Just making sure," he said. "His information is classified, but he doesn't have the best . . . past. Domains who have the OJS have much more higher technology boosts. A barrier of such degradation, it seems like one of the nine domains that don't use the OJS are the culprit. If so, here." He held a barrier fortifier. "This is a 490 barrier fortifier. If you feel scared or unarmed, make sure your residents are all inside the Underground before using this." He handed it to King Asgore. "The reverse trigger will nullify it. It will put a barrier up for three days that is of class 2 strength. Plenty high enough to keep domains like Kudera out of the Underground." He picked up his phone. "Phones still work through a class 2 barrier as well as wifi, radio, and satellite signals. So just pick up the phone and warn us if you suspect something wrong. And, um, when you get more information about what happened, just let me know."

So far, no one knew much except that their fighter Undyne, the sentry Sans, and his human wife Frisk Shades had made it back through the barrier and were exhausted and sleeping. With Undyne's skill level, Frank knew that it had been a serious battle.

And he feared what that meant. "Day or night, just call if anything happens again. I'll get permission for another barrier breaker. There is never a need to feel like . . ." Like they were ever trapped in the mountain again. "All barriers are temporary except the blue ice barrier class 6. Unless a barrier looks like its frozen solid blue ice, they will all eventually evaporate. Most in days. Even the second strongest can't last more than six months." It actually took a different way to break that barrier too, but only Civilization and Peacemaker had access to it. "Goodnight. Let me know how it goes. Oh and." Ten O' Clock at night, but since he was there, and they were all so rattled anyhow, he would go ahead and present it to them. "The peace talks and information that Frisk Shades and Prince Asriel provided has awarded you an extra thirty feet. The space is being worked on tomorrow," he said.

He felt his hand getting anxiously shook all around. Okay. Not his doing, and nothing compared to what they would gain soon if talks with Civilian and Peacemaker continued the way they were. "Yes. Congratulations. I need to get going." He took his hand back and headed back down. The monsters had mostly been watched and a little 'hosted', but it looked like the Underground Kingdom was finally making some real progress.

But if. If his worries were true? Which side would the Underground fight on?