Frisk sat at the front of the school, not really doing anything except waiting. The day was over. It was time to go home. They would walk like they usually did, but today they wanted someone to take them home. They rubbed her arm, which was thankfully covered by Their pink and blue sweater. One of the school staff pushed her way through the crowd of children and came to the entrance of the campus.

"Frisk Dreemurr!" She shouted.

Frisk stood up and walked over to her. "A skeleton is here to pick you up. I assume you know which car is his?" The woman said softly.

Frisk only nodded and signed 'Blue Family Car'.

The woman nodded with a small smile and signed a response. 'Yes. That's right. He's around the front of the school.'

Frisk smiled a decent sized smile and signed a quick 'Thank you!' Almost excitedly.

Frisk walked through the crowd of children and headed to the sidewalk that led to where her ride was waiting.

"Are to going to tell them?" the voice of their ghostly companion, Chara, spoke. They appeared next to Frisk.

Frisk was the only person that could see and hear the ghost child. Frisk shook their head in response to their question.

"Why not?! You shouldn't let that asshole get away with this!" Chara growled out of concern.

Frisk just shook their head as if to say "Violence isn't the answer." Chara groaned and crossed their arms. They floated next to Frisk angrily for the next few moments.

Finally, after what felt like a life time of walking, but was in reality only five minutes, Frisk reached their ride. A familiar blue hooded skeleton was waiting outside the car. They spotted each other.

"Heya kiddo." The skeleton greeted.

'Hey Sans' Frisk signed back.

"How was your day?" Sans asked as he stopped leaning against the car.

Frisk shrugged in response to his question. 'It was okay' They signed.

The child opened the back seat of the car and got in. They set their backpack down on the seat beside them. Sans got in the driver side a moment later. "Well. You don't look like a trash bag, kiddo, so why are you so down in the dumps?" He asked.

Frisk giggled at that, their bad mood brightening a bit. Frisk hated lying. Especially to Sans. So they decided to tell him a half truth.

'Linda being her usual self. I'm just a little frustrated with her is all' Frisk signed. This was true. But that's not what was bothering them. At least not all of it. Sans could feel that something was up, but decided to leave it be. Prying would only hurt them both.

"I could always give her a Bad Time..." Sans trailed off.

'No. It's not like she's a murderer. Can we stop talking about this and get going please?' Frisk signed.

"Alright, alright," with that, Sans started driving home.

Frisk waved their hand in the view of the mirror when Sans was stopped at a stop sign. 'Radio! Please?' They signed before making a cute puppy face.

"Heh. Sure thing kiddo." Sans said before turning the radio on and tuning it to a random station. Which happened to be the news station.

"The Biter has once again struck indiscriminately. Four-"

"Ugh, nope." Sans cut off the radio and set it to the best station he could find.

"Shot through the heart and you're to blame! You give love! A bad name!"

"There we go! What do you think kiddo?" Sans asked as he looked in the rear view mirror. Frisk was too busy doing air guitar to the tune of the song to respond to Sans' question. "Guess it was a good one." Sans chuckled as he began driving once again.

After a few minutes of driving through town in silence, the radio the only noise in the car, Frisk had something else to say once they reached a red light.

"What is it kid?" Sans asked as he looked in the mirror.

'Can we please stop at Muffet's? I wasn't able to get lunch today and I'm really hungry' Frisk signed.

"Sure thing kiddo. I'll go through the drive thru." Sans said as he put on his turn signal.

Turns out Humans had switched to a paper printed currency in the time the Monsters were underground. Muffet had raised ten thousand gold to start a restaurant, and found out everything she needed amounted to ten of those coins. So she used half of her savings to start a food chain, and donated the rest to a children's hospital.

Sans pulled into the plaza and headed towards the drive thru. There was a bit of a line so he decided he'd talk to Frisk some more.

"So kid. Do anything special today?"

'Well...I got the highest score on a test. Thankfully it was in a room with one of the good teachers so my grade wasn't changed or something stupid like that.' Frisk signed.

"Heh, that's good news kid," Sans said with a chuckle. "Anything else?"

Frisk flinched a little before holding their arm. They looked away from Sans' gaze and softly shook their head. They could feel Chara urging them to tell Sans.

"...Are you sure kid?" Sans asked, having caught the flinch.

Frisk gave him a shaky nod before holding up nine fingers. They were saying they wanted a number nine. Sans sighed and nodded. "Sure thing, kiddo." He told them with a wink.

Sans pulled up to the drive thru window and cleared his throat.

"Hello welcome to Muffet's what can I get you?" the cashier's voice came.

"I'll have two number nines." Sans said before blinking. "...A number nine large. A number six with extra dip. A number seven. Two number forty fives. One with cheese. and a Large soda."

"Um...uh...can you say that again...?"

"Sorry. Reflex. Ahem. Can I have two number nines please?" Sans asked, doing his best to resist saying it again.

"Yeah, just come up to window,"

Sans pulled up his hood to hide his embarrassment as he pulled the car up. He handed the cashier ten bucks. They handed him the food, "Have a nice day."

Sans nodded his thanks and drove off. He handed Frisk their bag before leaving the plaza and getting back on the road.

Frisk silently ate their food for the rest of the ride home. About ten minutes later Sans pulled the car into the driveway. The house was decently large in size. It was really a small mansion. It had to be big to fit all of them.

"Home sweet home kid." Sans said to Frisk before getting out of the car.

Frisk sighed to themself before exiting as well. They threw their trash in one of the dumpsters.

As the skeleton and child entered their home, Frisk tugged on Sans' jacket.

'I'm going to go to my room for a bit. Come get me for dinner?' They signed.

Sans had a worried looked on his face but sighed and gave in. "Of course kiddo." He said, ruffling their hair.

Frisk smiled a little before running off, heading up the stairs.

Sans watched their retreating form with a sigh. He walked over to the living room. The tv was currently on and playing anime. But neither Alphys or Undyne were home right now. Guess the weed got bored of playing Smash bros in Frisk's room. Sure enough, Flowey was sitting on the table in his wheel pot.

"Heya weed." Sans said as he walked to the couch and unceremoniously flopped down.

"Hello Smiley Trash Bag." Flowey grumbled.

Flowey could immediately tell something was bothering the skeleton. He did his best to ignore it and just focus on his show, but eventually he grew fed up with the feeling he was getting off of the skeleton brother. He groaned in frustration and spun around to face the skeleton who had been lost in thought.

He blinked at the sudden motion and noise from the living plant. "Uh...what is it?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I can tell something is bothering you. The vibe you're giving off is ruining my show. So tell me what the fuck is on your mind and maybe it'll keep you from moping around anymore." Flowey said with a huff.

Sans chuckled humorlessly. "Better watch that mouth kid. Tori hears ya sayin' that kinda language she's gonna shove soap down your throat. Or in your case stem."

Flowey rolled his eyes. "Just tell me." He grumbled.

Sans sat up and sighed, resting his arms on his legs. "Fine, but I'm not telling you because you asked."

"Whatever." Flowey grunted.

"It's Frisk. They're hiding something and I'm worried." Sans told the flower.

Flowey instantly lost all trace of his usual attitude. Frisk was about the only thing he could feel any sort of attachment to, and if something was troubling that kid, he would do anything he could to eliminate said trouble.

"Do you have any idea what it could be about?" Flowey asked.

Sans rested his elbows on his knees and intertwined his hands in front of his face. "Well. They said something about Linda, but I have my doubts that's all there is to their mood. Whenever I approached the subject they seemed almost...I don't know. Scared. Doubtful." Sans told Flowey.

"It's not like them to hide things...anymore." Flowey said.

Both of them tensed at the implication of those words. Flowey quickly steered the conversation from that horrible rabbit hole of memories.

"Uh...maybe they just...dropped their lunch today and is embarrassed to admit they wasted their lunch money!" Flowey said. "I doubt it's that." Sans deadpanned.

"Me too." Flowey sighed. "Let's just... wait until dinner... maybe after they eat they'd be willing to open up."

Sans looked at the ground, deep in thought. "Maybe. God I hope it's nothing serious..." Sans sighed.

"So do I," Flowey said, still clearly worried.

Meanwhile. Frisk was staring at the mirror. They saw Chara sitting where they were in the mirror, glaring at them angrily.

"Frisk. You need to tell somebody." They stated simply. Frisk grabbed their arm and shook their head.

"If you won't tell anyone...then I won't talk to you until you do."

Frisk whimpered and shook their head. "...N...No...don't...leave me..." They spoke. Chara knew this was torture for their best friend, and they hated themself, but they had to get Frisk to tell.

"I'm not going to leave, but starting now I won't talk to you." With that they fell silent.

Frisk looked down at their lap, their hands clutching their pants. Their tears fell on their hands. Frisk looked down at their lap, their hands clutching their pants. Their tears fell on their hands.

"...I'm scared...I don't want them to be disappointed in me...I'm afraid that they'll...decide I'm more trouble than I'm worth..." Frisk whimpered.

Speaking so much was really uncomfortable for them.

"...Mom would never do that to you, and neither would anyone else. This is your family, a real family."

"Causing trouble makes you a Bad kid...Bad Kids get punished..." Frisk said as if they were quoting someone.

"Stop it. That isn't you talking. It's them. They don't matter anymore."

Frisk took deep breaths and calmed themself. "...I'll tell them at dinner. If someone asks." Frisk said, rubbing their arm.

"No. You have to tell them no matter what." Chara said firmly.

"But-"

"No Buts!" Chara said as they crossed their arms.

Frisk looked at the ground and nodded solemnly. They pulled out their menu and Saved. Just as a precaution.

Chara sighed as they looked at Frisk's scared form. "If you want...I can take control of you and tell them," Chara offered.

Frisk shook their head. 'I'll do it myself. You're right, Chara,' They signed.

Chara gave them an understanding nod. "Alright. Remember I'll be right there with you if you need me," Chara said.

"...Though talking to me in front of everyone might be a bad idea...heheh...sorry." Chara said sheepishly.

Frisk smiled and snickered a bit. 'Don't worry about it' They signed.

Chara giggled a little and floated around the room before settling above Frisk.

" * The knowledge of the fact that you have a family, a real family, that always has your back. Fills you with determination." Chara said, giving Frisk a ghostly hug.