fun level 74 Original MC Sans and Frisk

Saying not to talk about the past was one thing. To actually accomplish it, was tougher. Sans didn't say anything much to Alphys except she needed to turn her disguiser off and wander around briefly inside a store. She hated that idea, especially when he said he'd be back in twenty minutes.

He couldn't risk staying with Frisk, but he couldn't risk not to do this either. She was waiting in the lot for them to pull up, and he took off without even parking.

"So, Rose, I need what you just got," Sans said to Alphys. "Next time I break." He drove several more miles before he parked in a fast food area, and took her disguiser. He started to adjust it. "Close your eyes, Rose." He looked toward Frisk.

Even though she wasn't a monster, it should still give her some kind of disguise too. Plus, he needed to see if his plan could actually work. He placed it in Frisk's hand and turned it on. "Hide that," he whispered. He took his own and adjusted it too. Please let this work. It was a primitive hiding device, but he was pretty sure he could get it. "Okay, Will you open your eyes, Rose?"

Alphys looked at Frisk, and toward him. "How'd you do that?"

"How's she look?"

"Different and taller."

"Good. Let me see yours." Sans adjusted hers too. "See, the thing about hiding with identities . . . three shorty shorts like all of us are going to stand out no matter what." He looked toward Frisk. "Bonnie, don't be surprised when people are talking to you above your head. You're tall, without really being tall. Hey, what's her hair color?" Sans asked Alphys.

"She's blonde."

"Killer."

"Don't start," Frisk warned him. "So, I have to hide too. I guess that makes sense."

"Rose," Sans said looking back toward Alphys. "Need you to check on the movers. We should have them when we arrive." He put the car back in drive and started heading away.

Not long now. Their new town wasn't far now.

As they pulled up, someone else got out of an expensive car in front of them. "Hello. Mr. And Mrs. Shortensweet?"

"And grandma Shortensweet," Alphys said, making her voice sound older.

"Oh yes, can never forget about grandma," the lady chuckled as she looked toward Frisk. "Such an exciting time, isn't it Bonnie?"

Bonnie? First names. They must have made her a good commission. Frisk shook her hand. "Yes. Very exciting. Barely believe it's happening."

"Oh, a new home is always exciting. Especially for a newly married couple," she insisted.

"Oh yeah, Bonnie just couldn't keep me away," Sans said. "Come on, Shweetums, let's go see the new house."

Shweetums? Please don't let that be what replaces ladykid.

"What about Papyrus and Krisp E. Cream?" Frisk inwardly winced. "Oh shoot, I mean the others. Um."

"You're a lot better at acting when you've got something in your brain," Sans said. "Just relax. Tate and Kitty will be fine for a few minutes." He looked toward the sales lady who couldn't hear them talk but was watching them. "Heh. She's really eager to get inside if you know what I mean?"

"Will," Alphys scolded him. "Be nice to your new wife."

"She didn't marry me 'cause I was a nice guy," Sans said as all three of them followed the agent in.

"It's not furnished, but I'm sure you can manage that," the agent answered. "There is a bathroom at the end of the hall, and one in the master bedroom." She led them on a small tour of the house. There were even upstair rooms. "And this area will be just perfect if and when you want to grace your house with little feet."

"Clickety clack," Sans said. "Probably pretty soon. Better enjoy the time alone while we can, right, babe?"

Babe. "Right," Frisk said, trying to stay in character. Nevermind, Shweetums. Go back to shweetums.

As they were leaving the house, the moving van pulled up. "Right on time," Sans said, gesturing to the agent. "Couldn't have been more perfect, huh?"

"Yes, great timing. Where were you moving from?"

"Far away," Sans settled on. The real estate agent said some friendly goodbyes as Sans, Frisk and Alphys headed over toward the movers. There was another vehicle behind it, filled with workers.

Sans yawned as he said goodbye to the last worker. "Too bad we couldn't have the grocery store deliver."

Yeah, but other than food, it was done. The workers brought everything in. It wasn't all in the best places, but most of it was placed along a wall, making it easier to navigate through. Frisk watched Sans get a little frustrated though. To stay undercover meant no magic, so he couldn't magically move stuff where it needed to be.

When they were all done though, the house looked like a house. An actual house. Like Sans said, all they needed was food. Tonight, they would probably end up ordering out. At least, that's how Frisk felt. Exhausted. Really exhausted.

"Not looking too good there, shweetums," Sans said to her. "You okay?"

"I need a . . ." Wait. Was she allowed to use her matches still? "Match?"

"You gonna start a fire?" Sans said in a warning tone. "Don't worry about that Bonnie, I'll start a fire if it's super important. Otherwise, you'll be fine. Try and lie down."

Yeah. Maybe that was a better idea. Cause.

"I gotcha, Bonnie!"

Frisk looked behind her at Alphys. "Gladys?"

"Oh, still not feeling too well?" Sans questioned, helping her to stand up straight. "That's Rose."

Oh yeah. Name change. "Thanks, Rose." Frisk needed to lie down. "I'm going to go lie down now."

"I'll come watch you," Alphys insisted as she moved down to the bedroom.

The patterns on the new bedding were floral, with white and blue flowers on it. Kind of pretty. Frisk lied down on the bed as her head kept spinning. At least I'm not cold. Sans wasn't going to bring out the matches unless she absolutely needed them though. Darn. Even though it probably wasn't right to just strike a match and have all her symptoms disappear, it was dang nice to have. She'd miss it.

"Hey, sup?"

"She'll be fine," Alphys insisted to Sans. "Probably needs some food or some rest. Actually, probably both. The little ma . . . umm, babies inside of her should really be starting to grow now."

"Yeah. That's why it was important to finally settle down," Sans said. He looked toward Frisk. "Just take it easy. I promise. I know this might feel hard, but we'll be okay. Trust Willy boy, okay?"

Frisk smiled. Even with a different name, Sans was still Sans. "Okay."

"And, hey, if you start feeling really miserable, just ask for a kiss, shweetums," he insisted. "I'm a good kisser. I can make you feel better, remember?"

A kiss. Rubbing against the back of my teeth. He couldn't say that of course. "Sure I'll be fine."

"Yeah, but if I think you need a kiss, I'm taking it," he said firmly. "Especially since you can't have the things that used to calm you most." He smiled at Alphys. "Let's get on the phone for some pizza, Rose, and then after that, take the car and get a new phone. Your old one doesn't handle calls as good."

"Yeah," Alphys insisted. "Good thinking, Will. New home, only makes sense to get a new phone. I'll stop by a shop too and see if I can't find something else too."

"Microwavables are good."

"For some." Alphys nodded toward Frisk. "I'll be back. No worries."

Sans watched her leave and looked back toward Frisk. She was already out like a light. Yeah, this had to be the next step. Those monsters were going to hunt her down no matter what. Papyrus. Trapped a hundred years in the past. That was rough. He didn't want to think about Papyrus' mind and everyone else's being stuck that way, but he had to look at the big picture.

For the longest time, the biggest picture was nothing but the barrier. Then, the biggest picture was saving the monsters from death by the damn barrier. But now? It was making sure his family survived safely in the meantime.

He kept thinking of the situation more like Frisk with two souls. Those little monsters though, they were actually growing in her. In no time at all, he'd be responsible for two new little lives, as well as Frisk's. He moved over toward her.

She was definitely exhausted. She was trying to help a bit, and he knew she was exhausted enough. She'd been trying to survive Underground, had tried to outwit Undyne's spears, and sent her head on a mental whirlwind remembering everything. This was her chance to finally rest. We'll be okay, ladykid. I promise. No matter how much I want to, I won't connect back under. I won't let us be found. We're getting through this.

Frisk hated depending on others, and Sans knew that. Even though everyone had been trying to protect her, that fact hadn't changed. Even when her emotions went out of control, she wanted to blame more of herself than give into the hormonal imbalance.

"I just can't reach him," Toriel complained as she looked toward Asgore. "Could you get through?" She looked toward Chara. "Chara, I can't reach him."

"It's okay, Tori," Asgore tried to assure her. "Sans is . . . responsible enough. He used to be. I'm sure that he is taking fine care of everything."

"I want to talk to Frisk," Toriel said, hanging up the phone. "The phones not in service. I can't reach the others for some reason, like something's blocking it. I can't . . ." She held her head on her hands. "If I just knew where they were at, we could bring them here with us. They would be safe. She would be safe."

"Look, Sans probably knows what he's doing," Chara insisted. "He's got a huge IQ, and if we can't find him with this new magic connection here, then no one else can either. He probably went under, way undercover. That way Frisk stayed safe, and didn't have to keep being out on those roads."

"Humans have delicate bodies," Asgore agreed. "Chara is probably right, Toriel."

"I can't even reach Asriel." Toriel looked back toward Asgore. "Don't talk to me about humans and delicate bodies. I know how delicate Frisk is right now, and I don't need you to tell me that."

"Is everything alright?"

Toriel looked toward one of the world leaders. They had reached the nearest one called a President, and afterwards, more group leaders had converged on the scene. To bring monsters back, safely, would be a process. Many monsters now preferred living as a human, and even married humans, or were half-monster and didn't even know it. They had blended well into society.

There was another side though that wished they could use their magic, and didn't like to have to hide themselves inside society.

The reason they had been in a war, a war over taking souls, had been vanquished. Time, technology, and magic all eliminated the problem. It was nearly impossible to attain a soul from a living being, and it took many strings and great difficulties to attain even one soul from the dying or dead. There was no reason to fear soul stealing anymore.

Humans though, they had gone on living, with the vast majority never knowing monsters existed. Nearly 95% or more of the population thought monsters were just myths that scared children.

So far, it seemed there was a small deal being made. Land in a faraway area, almost undetected nearly hundreds of years, could be a natural place for monsters to live. The land was already set aside for them. It could be used for the monsters who didn't want to hide among the citizens. The world would go on, without anyone knowing about monsters.

At least for now. Neither her nor Asgore was completely fine with that answer. They should be able to roam free, and they should be able to be known. They didn't want to be called into being just a fairytale, that wasn't fair. What if a monster got discovered over here, and because no one understood it or that it wasn't hostile, it was killed? That would be horrible.

They each seemed to agree though, that getting established was first. Sans and Frisk would be able to take care of the barrier problem, while they focused on making this new habitat more inhabitable. They had seen pictures, and it was absolutely breathtaking. There were even animals in the area inside of it that mankind could never have spotted before. This would be their area.

If they wanted to leave the area, they would need to have some kind of disguiser to leave. Once the threat facing monsters with the barrier were done, and once the monsters were settled down and safe, then a course to inform the public would be discussed.

And only then.

Toriel wanted to reach Sans and her daughter to tell them the wonderful news, and to get an escort and get them there to her for their safety. But, they couldn't be found. Sans phone kept saying out of service. Alphys phone was now out of service. She didn't know what else to do. No one matching their description had been seen or found yet. The surface had some powerful magic connections to, and their was even a whisper magic that could now be used. Looking specifically for anyone saying Sans, Frisk, or Alphys. Monster language. Magic matches. Anything that might seek them out. A couple of hits, but nothing solid enough to detect.

But, perhaps Asgore was right. Perhaps the fact that none of them could find them, meant that others couldn't either. Still. If only she could know Frisk was safe.

But, Sans. She trusted him to split the soul inside Frisk, and she had to trust him one more time.

Frisk arose from the bed, holding her head. Her exhaustion seemed to pass. She looked out the window and saw how dark it had been. She headed out the door and saw Sans and Alphys just relaxing in chairs. There was nothing much to do yet. No TV. No internet. Only Alphys was surfing on what looked like her new phone.

"Hey, shnookums, you're up," Sans said from his chair. "How ya doing?"

Great, now she was shnookums.

"Good." Sans looked toward Alphys, almost like they were sharing a look about something. "Naps are good."

"Will," Alphys said toward Sans. "Isn't there something you want to tell your wife?"

"Tell me?" Frisk asked. She looked toward Sans. "What is it, Will?"

"Oh, Rose just is . . . just concerned about little stuff," Sans said. "Nothing really big."

Frisk looked toward Alphys. It didn't seem like it was nothing big. "What?"

"Just a reminder that you're my wife," Sans said offhandedly.

Oh. "I know that," Frisk told Alphys. Sans didn't hide that fact. There was still something else, but Sans wasn't going to say it.

"We ordered pizza," Sans said. "Didn't come with any beer, sorry."

"I can't have that anyway."

"Oh yeah," Sans shrugged. "Didn't even come with ketchup either. Who sends something out without catsup?"

"We'll go shopping tomorrow," Alphys said, smiling at Frisk. "Just us girls?"

"No."

Frisk knew that one was coming.

"Okay." Alphys looked toward Frisk. "Can you come with me for just a few minutes alone out there?"

"Nope."

Frisk knew that was coming too. Sans was way, way too protective of the little souls. He didn't let them out of his sight for anything except apparently their own house. Sounded strange. Their house.

"Okay." Alphys looked toward the left and then back toward Frisk. "Then can I talk to you alone here?"

"Why do you want to keep talking alone to Frisk?" Sans interrupted yet again. "I mean, Bonnie. Shoot."

"Personal stuff," Alphys said.

"What personal stuff can she possibly know?"

Alphys groaned. "Fine. I-I guess I might as well ask now. How do you deal with your feminine problem once a month, because if I can't use magic-"

"Nevermind, you can talk privately," Sans decided, heading out the room. "I'll take a nap. Fifteen minutes. Wake me up in fifteen, Bonnie. You know the drill."

Frisk watched him leave and turned toward Alphys. "Well, since we don't have magic, it's really just some-"

"I don't really need to know," Alphys said. "I just find the only thing that gets guys to leave is to say something like that." She smiled at Frisk. "I'm happy for you, Bonnie. You're getting settled into a new life, which is great. Much better than being on the road. But, Will isn't going to get better, he's only going to get worse in his protective state with you."

Worse? "Shouldn't us being all hidden like this make him feel easier?"

"No. I mean, we're safe. He knows were safe. He knows, deep inside, there's not even a reason he shouldn't give us some privacy in our own home to talk about stuff. I mean, really, fifteen minutes? Will can't sleep for just fifteen minutes."

"Then why do you think it's going to get harder?"

"It's just the way things work from . . . where we are from," Alphys said. "He's going to just get worse and worse, especially when the little ones are born. Unless you kind of help him."

Oh. "I'd love to help," Frisk smiled. "I want to help however I can."

"Will you have sex with him?"

" . . . could you repeat that, Rose?"

"Well, maybe not full sex, but if you make him feel like you are his, then he'll start giving you more space." Alphys patted her hand. "I know it's odd to ask, but you did create the little ones under forced perception magic. I bet Will didn't tell you that magic can't work one-sided."

Okay. This was getting to be an uncomfortable conversation. "Will is, um."

"When did you start to like him?"

Frisk felt her face getting warm. "Uh. I don't, um. It wasn't like . . . all at . . ."

"It's mutual," Alphys said, knowing she wouldn't continue more. "Like it or not, where we are from, and because of what we are, certain things happen. It was bad enough he secretly liked you, but you being pregnant with his babies puts it over the top, Bonnie. Look, I-I don't want to intrude. I don't want to, you know, seem mean. Put you into a weird position. Something will have to give though. If not? You might find yourself completely trapped next to him in every event of your life, for the rest of your life. I mean every event too."

"Every?"

"Every."

An unfulfilled need? "If I'm not with him, then he'll never . . ." No, wait. "It was the unexpected happening."

"Sure."

"He cuddles at night for the babies."

"Of course."

"He didn't want me to ride with my brother 'cause he . . . um . . ."

"He'll ask."

"What?" Frisk looked back at her, falling out of her reverie.

"He'll do it in an off way. I don't really know how he will," Alphys admitted. "He clearly has a need, but he isn't expressing it. He's discontent with who he's been. His depression over the years. All of it adds up. So." Alphys waved her paws around each other slightly. "Just, be prepared to be real . . . real you."

"Real me?"

"Yeah. The one who just wants everyone happy because it's, well, um. He's probably going to . . . make it sound like he's doing it for you. It might not be real soon. Maybe not even for months but eventually, his inner monster is really going to want you. Monsters on average have three times as much, um, stuff happen when they are pregnant. Instinct. Reasons." She exhaled. "Oh, I finally told you. I feel better."

Doing it for her? Instincts? "Um. I'll . . . keep it in mind."

"He is super protective of being near you so much, he doesn't even see it yet. Even when he didn't remember. It's . . . it's that deep, Bonnie." Alphys leaned her head forward. "Do you know how much more he was around you this time you-know-where, then when you were eight?"

Frisk didn't really know. She. Maybe a few extra?

"Constantly. I was watching you, remember?" Alphys reminded her. "I have cameras all over, and he was all over. And he was . . . and . . ."

"What?"

"He was just . . . it was easy to see how into you he was." Alphys blushed. "Sorry. But. So. What kind of makeup do you have here?"

"Oh. Makeup?" Frisk said. Did she just go from saying Sans was stalking her Underground, wanting sex, to makeup? "I don't know, I don't do much of that. I'm more of a tomboy in that area." She shrugged, noticing Alphys wasn't changing the subject. "Maybe. Perfume? A new dress? Why do you ask?"

"What kind of makeup do you wear?"

"Not much."

"If you could?"

"I've worn lipstick before."

"Any other kind of makeup?"

Why were they talking about makeup?

"Makeup?" Sans popped around the corner. "Well, at least that's more tolerable."

"Do you think she'd be nice with perfume?" Alphys asked, winking at Frisk.

"Not really. Not much can cover up her natural odors."

"Will," Frisk warned him. "Be nice."

"You be nice. I usually don't say anything. Eh, at least it keeps you warm." Sans took a seat again to relax.

Frisk looked toward him, thinking about what Alphys said. He wouldn't really, right? We're friends. Just friends. He's not going to ask that. I mean, sure we are technically married. But. Would he really do that?

And if he didn't, just how protective would he get?

End of Chapter

Multiverses: When a multiverse is revealed, I will share info about it below. Some are important, and a couple only show up a bit.

fun level 74 Original MC Sans and Frisk

fun level 66 Missing Frisk: This dimension is missing Frisk and missing Asriel. Gaster is alive and well, and works with Sans and Papyrus. It contains a machine that increases the strength of a soul heart.