AN: This chapter is probably my least favorite in act 4 but it does hold some important plot points. I just had more fun with the others, lol. Anyway, I hope you like it and please let me know what you think. I love hearing from you all :D

Disclaimer: I'm not Toby Fox so I don't own Undertale, that's all there is to it.


Frisk woke up, a weird feeling washing over her in the dim light of her room. She glanced around, hoping to figure out what was causing such a feeling but all that greeted her was the sight of Fluff sitting on the floor, his tail wagging furiously as he stared up at her with adoring, crimson eyes. There had been a dream, one that felt so very real, but she couldn't remember what it was about for the life of her. All she knew was that it included her extended family. Pushing it aside for the moment the skeletal thirteen-year-old threw her blankets away from her body and went about getting ready for school.

"Hey there, Frisky." Her father greeted as she reached the bottom of the stairs after getting dressed and grabbing her bag. "I made poached eggs and toast for breakfast if you're hungry. I've got to head off to work so just put whatever you don't eat in the fridge."

He hugged her before grabbing his coat and heading towards the door, turning back moments later to speak once more.

"Your grandpa and I will be back late but Papyrus will be here when you get home." He revealed and she nodded. "Okay then, be safe and make sure you do your homework."

"Don't worry, I will." The preteen agreed, smiling brightly.

She wanted to ask him about her dream but decided that it could wait, after all, his work was clearly more important. She raced over, wrapping her arms around him in one, final hug before he was out the door on his way to the lab in Hotland. She was proud to be the daughter of such an amazing scientist. Her father had designed so many inventions that had improved the lives of monsters all over the Underground but still, it sometimes upset her that he had to work so hard. He'd told her that it was all for her, that if he didn't work hard then he wouldn't be able to support their family, but she missed spending time with him. In the last few years it seemed as if he'd been working more than ever yet, even so, Frisk knew that if she asked, her dad would drop everything to spend time with her. The problem was that she didn't want to push him. She knew that he enjoyed science and coming up with new ideas. She'd never take that away from him. Yes, maybe it meant there were days where she didn't see him as much as she'd like, but seeing the happiness reflected in his eyes as he worked on a new design more than made up for it.

Walking toward the kitchen, Frisk grabbed a plate and some of the breakfast her father had left for her before sitting down at the table to eat. She only had about ten minutes before she had to leave for school and there was no way she'd let the food her daddy-bones had lovingly prepared for her go to waste. Once she was finished she placed the leftovers in the fridge as she'd been asked and then grabbed her bag, heading out the door into the cold morning air of Snowdin.

"Hey, MK!" She called upon catching sight of her older friend who was waiting at the corner for her.

"It's about time, Frisk." The fifteen-year-old said, smiling as the smaller child raced over to him. "You're late."

"Only by a couple of minutes." The girl replied, pulling up her purple hood to hide her face from the chilly wind that had arisen.

She was about to say more when a soft 'mew' was heard and she glanced around. The sound came again and she realized it was from a small cat that had clambered up a nearby tree and was now looking as if it had gotten stuck on one of the lower branches. Her eyes narrowed with worry as she watched the small animal attempt to climb down but then decided better on the idea and mewed once more. Without a word she raced over and reached up her small arms only to find she was too short to reach the frightened cat.

"Monster Kid, give me a boost." Frisk cried and smiled thankfully at her friend when he knelt before the tree without fuss. "Thanks, Kid, I'll try to be careful."

"Don't worry, you don't weigh that much." He assured as she climbed onto his shoulders. "You're just a bag of bones after all."

The joke was so unexpected that she nearly fell back down from the sudden burst of laughter that tore through her slim frame. She was so distracted that she didn't notice the blush that had appeared on the boy's face. After calming down, Frisk managed to reach up and take the small animal into her arms without any trouble. She was just about to step down when her vision flashed and she saw herself and Kid walking through Waterfall under an umbrella she was holding. They'd come upon a ledge and, after putting the umbrella back in the bin, she'd used his back as a stepping stool to clamber up. Just as quickly as it had appeared, the image faded and she was left holding the cat once more. Shaking her head, the skelechild leapt down and placed the creature on the ground before turning to help her friend back to his feet.

"Umm, hey, MK?" She spoke softly, uncertainty clouding her voice. "Did you ever help me climb up a ledge in Waterfall when we were younger?"

The older child took a moment to think about it, a puzzled expression on his face before shaking his head.

"Not that I remember." He said, looking at her calmly. "Is something wrong?"

"No, no, it must have just been a dream." She assured, attempting to smile. "It just felt like that's happened before."

"Sometimes I feel like that. Mom says it happens to everyone so there's nothing to worry about." Her friend declared before turning to head out of town. "Now hurry up! We don't want to be late for school."

Frisk shrugged it off, thinking it was some kind of weird coincidence, and followed after the boy. The problem was that that wasn't the only time she experienced the feeling of déjà vu. It only happened every so often but it was enough to unnerve the kid. weeks could go by without a trace of visions or the weird feeling she'd felt upon awakening from that strange dream but even so, she knew there must be a reason behind the flashes. Frisk figured that if they didn't go away she'd eventually have to bring it up to her family. That thought frightened her, though. She didn't want them to think she was strange for seeing things that had never happened.

It was several months after her first vision that Frisk found herself walking home with her Uncle Papyrus. As they went to cross over the bridge before the entrance to Snowdin town she froze, fear spiking through her as she caught the glint of sharp metal swinging towards her.

"AIEEE!" She screamed, swiftly dropping into a crouch with her arms covering her head.

The preteen knew it would do nothing to stop the spiked trap from impaling her but at that moment it's all she could think to do... the fear coursing through her bones stopping any semblance of rational thought.

"FRISK!" She heard her uncle call, panic audible in his voice. "FRISK, WHAT IS WRONG? PLEASE, ANSWER ME!"

When the blow didn't come and she instead felt the soft grip of Papyrus' gloved hand on her shoulder, the smaller monster warily glanced up, unshed tears shining in her eyes as she met her uncle's concerned gaze.

"Frisk, you had me so worried." The scarf-wearing skeleton exclaimed, pulling his niece into a soothing hug. "What has happened? Are you all right?"

"I...I'm..." She trailed off, finally pushing herself to look around at the surrounding environment.

There was nothing out of the ordinary. No metal shining in the light, no spiked trap swinging forth to strike her down. The skelechild let out a shaky sigh as she realized that all it had been was one of her more vivid visions.

"I'm fine," The child spoke up, smiling in what she hoped was a reassuring manner. "I just thought I saw something."

"What is it that you thought you saw, Frisky?" The other monster asked, wanting nothing more than to alleviate the fear he could still see lingering in her chocolate eyes.

She hesitated, not sure if she should say what she'd seen or not. At last, she opened her mouth, figuring it wouldn't do any harm to be truthful. Taking a moment to think about how she should word it, Frisk decided it was probably best to just get to the point.

"I thought I saw a glint of metal and I could have sworn I saw a spiky ball thing swinging at me from the corner of my eye." The girl said, sticking her hands in the pockets of her purple hoodie to hide the fact that they were trembling. "But when I looked, nothing was there. I don't understand what's happening. I keep seeing things and it's scaring me! What am I supposed to do, Uncle Pappy?"

As the child spoke, Papyrus felt his eyes widen as dread gripped his soul. He knew exactly what Frisk had seen and unwittingly tightened his grip on the smaller monster. It was obvious that he'd have to tell Sans about what had happened once they reached the house.

"I'm certain everything will work out, Frisk, there's nothing to be afraid of." He consoled, gently rubbing circles on her back before placing a soft kiss on the top of her head. "However, I do think it would be best to discuss this with your father."

Frisk pulled back so she could meet her uncle's eyes, looking at him cautiously.

"Do you think I'm crazy?" She asked lowly, not wanting to hear his answer but needing to know anyway.

"Of course not!" He exclaimed, his jaw dropping in surprise at such a question. "You are many things, Frisk; loving, dependable, helpful, charitable, sometimes mischievous, but you are far from crazy."

Once again, Frisk's sockets filled with tears although this time it was due to the happiness and relief she felt upon hearing the words her uncle had spoken. Smiling brightly, the brown-haired child launched herself back into Papyrus' arms... refusing to let go until several minutes had passed.

"Well then, should we get going?" Pap asked, holding his hand out to the girl after she'd stepped back.

"Mmhmm." She hummed, taking his hand in her own and pulling him forward.

The tall skeleton laughed as he was nearly dragged home, though the concern he'd felt earlier was far from forgotten. If his niece was truly beginning to remember her past life then Sans needed to know... even if just so he could prepare himself for whatever was to come. His brother had made so much progress over the last thirteen years, he was finally healing, and Papyrus would hate to see him hurt again. If Frisk turned away from them after all this time there was no doubt in his mind that it would break Sans, maybe even beyond the point of return, and he would do anything to avoid such an outcome.

As home finally came into sight, Pap came to a halt, reaching out to stop Frisk as well. She turned to him, a puzzled look on her face and he was quick to speak.

"Frisk, I think it would be best if you go to your room so I can speak with your father." He revealed, causing the child's face to crumple in apprehension. "I only want to explain what happened on the bridge. I'm sure he'll be worried and want to come talk to you as soon as we're done. There is no need to be frightened."

That seemed to reassure the small skeleton and he breathed a breath of relief when she nodded.

"I guess," She agreed, still slightly uncertain, though she nodded soberly as she hefted her bag higher on her shoulders. "Umm, do you think I should tell dad about everything?"

"Yes, that would be for the best." The royal guard said in agreement. "The more he knows the easier he'll be able to figure out what's going on. I hate to admit it but stuff like this is over my head, it's a good thing your father is such a smart cookie, is it not Frisk?"

That caused the child to laugh, her anxiety quickly melting away as Pap smiled encouragingly before leading her the rest of the way towards their house.

"We're home..." Frisk called as she threw the door open and raced in, jumping into her father's arms as he stood up from the table where he'd been sorting through papers.

"Heya, kiddo." Sans voiced, catching the smaller skeleton and spinning her around. "You must really have missed me today. It's been ages since you launched yourself at me like that. You doing okay?"

She nodded, face buried in his sternum. Sensing something was wrong, Sans wrapped his arms around her in a tight embrace as he sent a questioning look towards his older bro. They had a silent conversation as Frisk stayed securely wrapped in his arms. Sans could see that there was something important his brother wanted to say but knew he wouldn't say anything while Frisk was present.

"Why don't you grab a snack and head up to your room, baby-bones." The stocky skeleton stated more than asked.

"Okay, daddy." She said before rushing off to the kitchen and grabbing a couple of cookies.

As soon as Frisk had raced up the stairs and the skelebros had heard the door shut behind her, Sans turned to his sibling for answers.

"What's up, Pap?" The smaller monster asked at last, hands in his hoodie pockets as he gazed up in concern. "I can tell you're worried and it's obviously because of Frisk. What happened?"

"Brother," Papyrus began, hesitating slightly before taking a deep breath. "I fear that Frisk is beginning to remember her past."

Sans froze, unable to process what he'd just heard. A few seconds later a nervous chuckle escaped his mouth as his eye lights disappeared.

"What are you talking about, bro?" He mumbled, face turned towards the ground as his hands began to shake.

"You heard me, Sans." The taller being stated softly, wishing he didn't have to confirm his brother's fears. "Frisk is remembering the timelines. From what she's told me, she keeps seeing visions. Frisk doesn't know it yet, thinks she's going crazy, but what she told me matches up with everything you've described when speaking of the other loops."

The breath caught in Sans' throat as it was expelled in a rush, almost as if he'd been punched in the sternum. This was everything he'd ever feared come to life. He wasn't ready to tell his beloved little girl about their shared past. Yes, he had promised to do so one day but he'd thought he'd have more time to prepare. Then again, Pap had said that she was only getting flashes. If that was true, he may still have time. Realizing the only way to know for certain is for him to ask his daughter about it, Sans slowly nodded his head.

"Thanks for telling me, Pappy." He said, voice quiet and slightly uneven as he fought to control his breathing.

It had been quite a while since he'd last had a panic attack but he'd just come pretty close.

"You are welcome, brother." The older skeleton declared, eyes narrowing in worry as he placed a soothing hand on the comedian's shoulder. "Are you going to be okay, you are more pale than normal and I know this has upset you greatly."

"I'll be fine, just need some time to think is all." He confirmed, eye lights finally reappearing as he met his sibling's searching gaze, though he could tell Papyrus was debating whether or not to believe him.

Finally, the other being nodded and released the shoulder he'd been holding, stepping back towards the kitchen with a decisive look in his sockets.

"I will whip up a nutritious meal while you talk to Frisk. It should be ready by the time you are done." With that, Pap turned and headed into the other room, leaving Sans standing there with a tremulous smile slowly appearing on his face.

He could always count on his bro to be practical in situations such as these. Most monsters wouldn't know it having only ever seen his exuberant and loud personality, but his older brother was very down-to-earth and always seemed to know what to do to get Sans' mind off his worries. The thirty-seven-year-old knew that no matter what happened, he could depend on Pap and it made the ketchup lover feel much better about the conversation he was about to have.

Making his way upstairs, Sans knocked on the door leading to Frisk's bedroom. As he waited for his little girl to say he could come in, the skeledad felt his nerves spike once more. He heard her call and only hesitated a split second before forcing himself to push the door open and enter the room.

"Hey, Frisky, Papyrus told me you've been seeing some strange things." He said, making his way over to sit on the bed beside his child while ignoring the dog that was trying to jump on him. "Care to talk about it?"

"I... I don't know what's going on." Frisk said in a voice that shook from withheld tears. "I just keep getting these flashes of things. It's like they are memories but none of them ever happened!"

Sans could tell that even though he was upset and worried, Frisk was far more frightened than he was. At that moment, he was able to push his own fears aside in order to comfort his baby girl.

"Hey now, it's gonna be alright." He spoke in a hushed voice, pulling her close to his side. "Just tell your old man what you've seen and I'll try to help, okay?"

Upon receiving a slow nod, Sans held the preteen tighter against him, wrapping his arm around her to offer much-needed support.

"It started when MK and I were walking to school one morning," She began, telling him everything that happened since that first vision.

He listened in silence as she went on to tell him of the other incidents that had occurred. Seeing Mettaton as a square, TV looking, robot even though Sans knew she'd only ever seen him in his humanoid form. Running through Waterfall and hiding amongst the weeds as spears rained down around her. A secret lab hidden beneath the one in Hotland, filled with monsters she'd never met. More and more of her visions she recounted to her father, never knowing that what she'd seen had actually been real and Sans listened closely to every memory she recounted. Standing above ground, looking up at a bright orb in the sky with her family around her. Six colorful souls floating in glass canisters. Coming across a ghost who was pretending to sleep in the Ruins. A long, columned hall filled with birdsong and golden light...

Sans couldn't take it anymore and softly hushed his little girl, holding her tight to his chest so she couldn't see the way his left eye glowed blue at the mention of the Judgment Hall. There was no way in hell she should have known about that place! He'd never taken Frisk through that bloodstained corridor... not even once. Instead, whenever they had to visit the palace he had just teleported them in. The slipper-clad skeleton had wanted to forget that that awful place even existed.

Taking a breath, Sans focused back on his daughter. It was clear that Frisk's memories of her past life were beginning to reemerge but it was also clear that they were returning at an extremely low rate. Breathing a sigh of relief, Sans decided that it wouldn't hurt to wait a while longer before revealing her past to her, though he knew he had to say something to assuage her fears in the meantime.

"I think I know what's happening, Frisky." He spoke, slightly guilty that he was hiding the truth from her but knowing that she wasn't ready to face what had happened all those years ago.

"You do?" She asked, hopeful eyes shining up at him as he held her close.

"I think you're remembering all the stories I told you when you were younger." He said, taking comfort in the fact that it was partially true. "Sometimes our minds bring up memories that we've forgotten in strange ways, like through dreams or by having something trigger a flashback of sorts, which is probably what happened in your case. I used to tell you all kinds of stories of what the Underground was like before you were born. I'd sit there, cradling you in my arms, and just talk about everything and nothing. You really should have been too young to remember so I'm not surprised if they seem really fragmented to you."

Frisk was staring at him with an inscrutable look on her face and he could feel sweat begin to build on the back of his skull. Then she smiled brightly and it felt as if his anxiety drifted away like a breath of fresh air.

"So I'm remembering the stories you'd tell me back when I was a little baby?" She squealed, excitement causing her voice to rise in pitch. "That's so cool."

She wrapped her arms around his neck in a tight embrace which he returned fondly, glad to see the remaining fear vanish from her eyes.

"Thank you, daddy!" She said, nuzzling her face against the soft fabric of his hoodie. "I'm not scared anymore now that I know they were just stories."

"That's good, kiddo. I'm happy you're feeling better." He expressed, guilt flaring once more but he quickly pushed it away. "Now, how about we head downstairs and eat some of your Uncle Pappy's delicious cooking?"

"Yea, I'm starving! Those cookies didn't fill me up at all." She shouted, jumping off the bed and racing out the door. Sans followed close behind, shaking his head at his daughter's youthful antics.

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Frisk stood in front of the mirror in Toriel's house, fixing her ruffled hair after it had gotten messed up while roughhousing with Asriel. The others were currently in the kitchen, gathering the dishes her Grandma had prepared to take outside for their picnic. The whole group was here, something that hasn't happened for quite a while, so it was nice to see them all together. She could see how relaxed her dad was when he was surrounded by their friends. Sometimes, when he didn't think she was looking, the skeletal thirteen-year-old could see him tense up... looking over his shoulder as if something were trying to get him. She'd heard the story of what had happened with Flowey and the timelines and, although she didn't blame Asriel for what he'd done when he was soulless, Frisk wished she could take away the pain her father had experienced because of him. She couldn't even begin to imagine what it would feel like to watch everyone die again and again while being powerless to stop it!

Glancing back at the mirror, she took a deep breath. It wouldn't do to dwell on things that were outside of her control. Pulling the brush through her brown locks once more, she smiled, about to turn away when a new vision flashed before her eyes.

She was staring into the looking glass as a pair of familiar brown eyes gazed back. She couldn't see any other part of her body... only the eyes. As the girl looked on in uncertainty the brown shifted into a bloody red and a voice echoed softly to fill the air around her with whispered words.

'I'm sorry...' The voice trailed off, seeming to drift away on the breeze before sounding once more. 'Please, help me...'

Then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the vision faded and Frisk was left staring at her normal reflection once more. Breathing in a few deep breaths, the young monster managed to calm herself. That vision had brought back a long-forgotten memory of a nightmare she'd once had. Yet, even now, all she could recall was a pair of glowing, red eyes. The words seemed familiar but she couldn't quite place if they'd been in the original dream or not.

"Who are you?" She inquired, voice no louder than a whisper as she met her reflection's eyes, wishing it could answer all her questions. "Why do you need help?"

Before she could say any more, a voice called to her from down the hall and she turned to see her father idly walking towards her with his hands in his pockets.

"Hey, kiddo, you coming out or are you just gonna stay there staring at the mirror?" He commented even as a grin split his face. "Although, to be honest, I could really see myself doing the same thing."

Frisk couldn't help but snicker at her father's pun as he snaked an arm around her shoulders. It was such a normal occurrence in her life that it just made all her worries wash away. The memory of red eyes faded quickly as she happily let the older monster lead her out into the yard, being greeted with excited calls as soon as she passed through the door. By the end of the gathering, Frisk had once again completely forgotten about the dream she'd had when she was a little child.


AN: So that's the end of this chapter. Hope you enjoyed it. Please let me know what you think! My motivation depends on your reviews ;)