For Monsterkind, the Surface represented freedom. For Frisk, it's a return to some uncomfortable realities. It all began with a simple wish. When that wish faded, Frisk tried to move on. Except, 'moving on' was not so simple. Emerging from the Underground had put them in a worldwide spotlight. From an unknown child, they had become an icon of great value.

Sans tries to act like his old self, but the damage the resets had caused was inescapable. It doesn't help when you know it's only temporary, lives soul-ly under the control of a young misguided child. (Intense gore warning)

Sans finds a baby…a baby human and must choose what to do from here. (This fic will eventually contain Soriel)