Finch POV

"Ready?" Sans asks from the other side of the door.

"I-" I mutter.

I look at myself in the mirror. I'm wearing my hair in a plait on my shoulder and I'm wearing that steampunk waistcoat. I cut a hole in my shorts for my tail to come through and I'm wearing tights underneath. I have my gothic shoes on and that clock locket. I decided to leave my wrist protectors. The first step to accepting yourself, right? My new wolf features are blatantly obvious to anyone looking at me. It makes me nervous.

"What is it kitten?" He opens the door and looks at my worried face. "What's up?"

"I-" I swallow. "I'm scared."

"Of what?"

"Not being accepted," I sigh, ashamed of myself. "I don't deserve to be a monster."

"Don't worry yourself," he cracks a joke. "The stress will make you go bald, like me."

"Heh..." I smile at the ground.

"Come on," he takes my hand. "Grab your coat and we'll be off."

"I-" I flush. "I don't have a coat."

He pauses, then texts on his phone.

"Wait here for literally two minutes," he says mysteriously.

We sit in awkward silence on the edge of the bed and suddenly Alphys comes climbing through the window. She clutches a coat and wields a pair of scissors. She does some snipping and then passes it to me. I put it on and Alphys squeals in delight. It's black with white lining on the zip, pockets, hood and sleeves. I pull the hood up. Alphys cut out two slits for my ears. I look like I was farted out of the word anime. It's pretty darn cool.

"Nya!" She squees and hops back out of the window.

"Welp..." Sans says. "That was easy."

"I'm in so much dept to you guys!" I stomp my foot.

"Nah," he shrugs. "She loves buying for you. Where does she even get all this weeaboo stuff?"

"Don't ask me."

We walk to the car. I shiver despite the heat, I'm so damn nervous.

Bad legs. Bad. Stop shaking. Legs! What did I just?- GOSH DARNIT LEGS!

I stumble and Sans catches me.

"Do I have to carry you?" He sniggers.

"Shut up..." I grumble.

"My girl's a dere, a tsundere," he mutters a song that we've all memorised thanks to Alphys.

I take a swing at him with my fist. He catches it in his hand.

"Just sayin hi gets me a punch in the face."

I roll my eyes and open the car door.

"Uh Alphys?" Sans asks. "How are we all gonna fit?"

"We double up!" She declares.

"Isn't that a little dangero-" He starts.

"I SAW IT IN AN ANIME ONCE AND IT WAS CUTE!" She glares.

After ten minutes, we're all crammed like sardines in the car. Undyne is in the driver's seat, Alphys in the passenger seat, Toriel sitting on Asgore's lap in one of the back seats, Frisk sitting sorta inside of Napstablook in the middle back seat and I'm sitting on Sans's lap in the other back seat. We all strap in our seatbelts and mutter prayers for our safety.

"Which song do we play?" Undyne asks.

"PanicImagAtineTheDraTwentyoneDiscgPioloeonts!" Everyone's requests get kinda mashed together.

"Uh," she shuts her eyes and flicks the CD to a random song.

For once, I actually remember something from the ride except from

REMEMBER ME FOR CENTURIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!

"Is there anything else about monsters I should know seeing as now I kinda am one?" I ask.

"We don't grow up," Alphys explains. "It's confusing, so, we start as babies, DON'T ASK ABOUT HOW WE REPRODUCE, I think I'll leave that to Sans when you get to that bridge..."

I blush and cover my face in my coat.

"And then we grow up until we get to a certain age, then we just don't get any older. So essentially, we live forever. Unless we're killed by another being. The age at which you stop growing at varies from person to person, I expect yours is now, so we stay at different ages."

"So some of us are young and beautiful like me whereas some are as old as Tori and Gori!" Undyne grins.

"I'm not that old," Asgore smiles.

"You're four hundred and twenty darling," Toriel points out.

"So I'm gonna out-grow you all?" Frisk asks eagerly.

"In a sense," Alphys shrugs. "Technically we'll be older than you, but you'll out-grow us if that's what you mean."

"Ok," I nod. "So I'm not going to get any older now?"

"No," Sans shakes his head. "But you're still like eighteen or nineteen or something, so not a bad age to stop at."

"How old did you stop at?" I ask him.

"I dunno," he shrugs. "But it isn't much older than you."

Anyway, so

REMEMBER ME FOR CENTURIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!

"SQUEE!" Alphys grins. "MUSIC IS THE BEST! NYA!"

"I believe it's pronounced NGAAAAH!" Undyne shouts.

"I bet Finch could do it really cutely," Alphys turns back to me. "Come on! Be kawaii! Give us a nya!"

I sigh. I put my hands up like paws (you know, like every kawaii (kawaii just autocorrected to lawsuit, I'm sad now :/ ) anime character ever) and bring forward the cutest 'nya' I can muster.

"ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ"

Everyone in the car squeals and tries to pet me.

"Do I look like a dog?" I back away.

"You kinda do," Sans points out.

I scowl and we all lurch forward as the car jerks.

"Whoops," Undyne grins. "Speed bump!"

We pull up next to a mountain and step out. One of Sans's shoes is caught in a belt loop of my shorts. It takes some awkward manoeuvres to untangle it. We climb the mountain and look down to see a staircase spiralling down a deep hole. We race each other down, much to the worry of responsible adults like Toriel, Asgore and Alphys. We reach the bottom and enter what Toriel calls The Ruins. They wave at the monsters who stayed underground, complimenting Froggits and consoling Whimsums. Frisk and Toriel share many stories of dogs stealing telephones and talking rocks. We progress to her old house.

"You... replicated our house in New Home..." Asgore's eyes water.

Toriel takes his hand and they enter the house. Frisk shows me her old bed and all her toys, she shows us the kitchen and the fireplace. I look through one of Toriel's drawer.

"Scandalous!" Sans exclaims from behind me. "That's Toriel's sock drawer!"

I snigger and stand up. We all group together and walk down a dark staircase. We walk out of the ruins and the floor becomes snow. I kneel down and scoop up a handful of it. I haven't seen snow for years, no wonder they told me I needed a coat. The pine forest is dark and chilling, branches lie shattered to pieces on the ground like they're nothing. I look around. A few people are visible in the misty air, but I feel like I'm all alone. Footsteps right behind me make me fling my head around. No one's there. A cold sweat starts to break on my forehead. More shuffling. I catch a glimpse of a figure. Still, no one there. I walk quickly onwards, my feet fanatically moving me onwards. Silence. A hand lands on my shoulder. I let out a small shriek and swing at the figure.

"Ack-" Sans puts a hand to his face.

"Oh my-" I cover my mouth. "I'm so sorry-"

"It's ok," he grins. "I shouldn't have spooked ya like that. Man, you hit pretty hard."

I clutch my hand, it's already beginning to swell up from the hard strike.

"Oh-" Toriel walks over. "It's alright my child, I will heal it. I can heal bruises and swelling, but I admit that cuts and gashes are beyond my skillset."

"Thanks," I feebly give her my hand and she heals it up.

"I AM PROUD OF YOUR SELF-DEFENCE SKILLS WOLF HUMAN!" Papyrus beams. "I HAVE TAUGHT YOU WELL!"

"You sure have," Sans winces, rubbing the spot where I hit him.

"You sure you're ok?" I ask.

"Yeah," a mischievous grin dances across his face. "Aww, is my little kitten worried about me?"

"Don't make me change my mind!" I glare.

"Really? Well-"

"ARRERGHDIUSNSNGOSHBFKADBAKFHJSNSNKFJAJSNCIAKCNAKDNNFJKSJDKNFJSKDNSNKSKFJJDJIEHWKAJDWIAK!2£83)-£/£:&16/8£,),7/8&2!/£/£&ハタハタさたら棚ハタハタの沙汰は荒波沢畠様ハラチラわた、マナマナや田渡なた早タナたまはりは、ハタハタら、マラマラ( %¥→^ 206481640965GHHHHH!" Alphys squeals. "KISS! KISS NOW!"

"Uh," I blush. "Isn't that a bit-"

Sans practically crushes my face against his. I let out a surprised squeak and Frisk giggles. I try to act aloof and cool when he explores my mouth with his ecto-tongue, kissing me until my face practically melts under his, but I can't stop my tail from wagging and my ears relaxing. When Sans releases me, everyone is grinning psychotically.

"Kinda freaking me out..." I mutter.

"You two NEED an anime," Undyne says somewhat threateningly.

"Let's pretend to make one now!" Frisk squeals.

"We'll do the theme! You two know the actions!" Alphys grins.

"How do we-" Sans starts.

"BAKU BAKU NYA NYA BAKU BAKU NYA NYA," everyone starts singing.

"Really," I sigh.

We reluctantly do the actions and anime actually feels real.

ฅ^TﻌT^ฅ ฅ^-ﻌ-^ฅ

(How did this story go from a badass surviving a stabbing to a wolf girl doing the actions to a kawaii song? Alphys is tainting me.)

I cross my arms and glare at the floor. How do they keep managing to squeeze the anime out of me?

"One snowy day," Mettaton narrates. "The most tsundere of all tsunderes stands awkwardly displaying submissive body language."

My tail is tucked between my legs and my ears are flat against my head. I untuck them stubbornly and Mettaton sniggers.

"Just get on with the tour," I huff.

This makes Sans crack a smile.

"What's so funny?"

Everyone bursts into laughter.

"Oh kitten you're-" he clutches his sides. "You're too adorable. Ah, you're killing me."

"You're already dead," I point out.

We carry on the tour. They point out their house and Grillby's old place.

"Hey Sans," Undyne says after a while. "Now Finch is half wolf, doesn't that make you a furry?"

"Uh..." he ponders. "I dunno. But that means you're a necrophile!" He points to me. "And so are you!" He points to Mettaton. "And you're a paraphile!" He points to Papy. "And you're an aquaphile!" He points to Alphys. "And you're a ophidiophile!" He points to Undyne. "And Frisk is normal!"

We're all speechless and slightly concerned for his health.

"Never underestimate Google!" He declares.