Hey Everyone!

I just realized I've never given you the kid's description!

Interference in bold, puns and in italics, magic is underlined.

-text- indicates either texts, or mental "talking".

We get to see Frisk! Yay!

We get to hear the kid's thoughts - they're odd, I know.

We get to hear a bit from Consolas, too; he's an OC.

All Undertale stuff owned by Toby Fox, else me.

...bye *fades into shadows*...

Sans

They'd moved the kid to another room, once they'd calmed down enough for him and Pap to get up. Undyne had tried to come in, but he didn't think the kid could take it, yet, and he was furious with her for bringing them so close to...well, killing themselves. They certainly weren't going to be left alone any time soon,.

He looked over at the kid. Their eyes had shocked him, back then. Still did, now. Frisk's eyes were so dark as to be almost black, and the brother's eyes were, if anything, darker, but this kid...their eyes were a silvery gold. Almond eyes seemed to run in the family, as did the dark hair. Their skin would probably match Frisk's, once they got some actual sunlight...this kid's jaw was squarer than Frisk's had been, their hair straighter, and their cheekbones...he could understand why Tori wanted to get them home.

"...Sans?"

"yeah, kiddo?"

"I'm sorry."

"bone worry about it, kid."

"Sans!"

"heh, sorry kid, i'm a punny guy, no bones about it," he smiled at their groan; they weren't in pain, just annoyed. It was good to see they could act like a normal...hmph. Well, might as well ask, "hey kid, got a question for you."

"...what is it?" Suspicion edged its toe out the door.

"don't mean to be rude, but how'd ya want to be referred to?" They looked puzzled, and he remembered how happy Frisk had been when the monsters hadn't pushed them to choose a gender. Those b...creatures had yet another thing to answer for. "you're gonna get to pick a new name, kid. we haven't exactly been able to find a birth certificate for you. got any ideas?"

Silence seemed to hang out with the kiddo a lot. It felt different than just quiet, like when they were asleep. They seemed to empty the world of sound. It was a little disquieting, heh, "...I get to pick?"

He wasn't quite sure what that tone meant, "yeah, kiddo. you get to live with it, after all."

"...what kinds of names are...normal, for a girl?" He winced. There was no way that was a question a kid should have to ask, and he wasn't really an expert, anyway.

"dunno, don't think there's any such thing, really...give it some thought, kid. no need to rush," Maybe he could get Und- nope, not a good idea. Toriel…? No. DEFINITELY not Asgore, not Pap either...hmm. He looked over at the kid, but they'd - she'd? He'd ask later - gone back to sleep. He pulled out his phone. If there was one person who could help…

-Frisk? got time to swing the hospital by tomorrow?-

The Girl

The lace curtains were gone, replaced by some...thing. It was glittery with spinny bits on, all connected by wire and string. I wasn't sure if it was better or worse than the lace.

My mouth felt goopy again, I must have fallen asleep. What happened last? I fade into my memory viewing room. Memories flick by. They're clearer now than they've been lately, but I doubt they're in order.

-Alright, anyone kept track of time?-

The baby pushes something at me. Apparently words weren't happening today. I put it up on the big screen, as it were. I don't keep hold of images as well as I do words, to the annoyance of the others, but I hope they won't have to put up...oh, yeah. I guess they're not gonna get to leave, are they? I can hear...someone?...shouting at me through the drug fog, and guilt.

-That's Crazy Undyne!-

One of the twins is dragging the other up to the memory.

-Do you remember when we stayed with her, Nessa? She suplexed that car that double-parked Mom! It was so cool.-

-That was SCARY, Nyssa! Dad said she was always weird.-

-Hey, lady, do you wanna see her suplex the car? The big skeleton showed us how to put up memories.-

Nyssa didn't even give me a chance to respond.

-Here, look!-

An image pops up of a blueish fish monster with a red truck over her shoulders. It fades quickly, and Nessa sends me an apologetic smile before taking her twin off to sleep...or, whatever.

-I think this is what you were looking for, kiddo?-

Consolas drags over a memory.

-Mind if I hang around? I think I recognise this guy Sans.-

I feel guilty. He's been in here with me for so long, and he still asks for permission before doing ANYTHING; now, I know what he knew, that he'll never be able to leave.

-Consolas, you don't need to ask permission.-

He gives me an odd look.

-Of course I do. It's your head, your body-

-If I hadn't dragged you in here, you'd be-

-Dead, kiddo, same as I am now. You just gave me better scenery is all.-

He paused, looking around at the mind he definitely knows by heart.

-That boy Sans was right, you DO think it's your fault. Kiddo, I'm not on the list of one's you've failed to save, I'm on the list of ones you have. Don't think for a moment it's otherwise… You wanna see what he looks like?-

I shrug. He looks at me for a moment longer, then puts up the memory.

-Yeah, the boy sure looks like her. Glad to see that nerdy brother-in-law of mine wasn't a total failure.-

I look at him, wondering what he's talking about.

-That skeleton's the spitting image of my sister. Seems I've got another relative or two hanging around I didn't know about.-

I wince, remembering his fury when we'd met the little skelly.

-This one seems okay. What do you think he's talking about...oh, okay. I guess having a name kinda makes sense. What should I pick?-

He shrugs.

- Sup to you, kiddo. You can probably let that human out there know you're a girl, even if you haven't picked a name yet.-

He gestures, and I realise I'm awake, and someone's with me. I go back to my eyes and ears, fading out to real-time, or whatever. The pillow is soft, and there aren't any straps this time. I feel better, too, not as...empty. I roll my head to look at whoever's in the chair.

They look...kinda familiar, like I've met them before, only I've not. Their skin looks kinda like some of the wood I've seen, warmly yellow. They're hair is dark, kinda wavy, and sorta piles up on their shoulders in a mess. They've got...something in their hands, a little box that's glowing. The side of their mouth jumps up.

-That's a smile, kiddo, a good one. Not like that bas-like the man who ran the complex. And the box is a cell phone, you use it to call people, or text them. Nah, just look-

I see a few memories that I don't remember

-Understand now? Okay good, now talk to them.-

"...who are you?" My throat HURTS, and I try to hold back a cough, my parents will get mad if I cough. Suddenly there's a hand behind my back, holding me up, and a cup against my lips. I drink, some kind of syrupy thing.

-That would be juice, kiddo. Apple, by the taste.- My throat feels better.

The human who was in the chair pulls my hair back out of my eyes, and does that weird lip thing.

-SMILE, kiddo. It's a SMILE.-

I look up at them, and I see their eyes are a sort of browny color. They set down the empty cup, then point to it, then tilt their head at me.

-I think they want to know if you want more, kiddo.-

I shake my head. They start to lower me to the bed, but I clutch their jacket. They stop, then move their hand over and press something. The bed moves up until they can slide their hand out without me falling over...why are they…?

-They're being nice, kiddo. You should get used to it, it's what people are supposed to do.-

"How are you feeling?"

"...better...who are you?"

-We have to work on your conversation skills, kiddo.-

"Sans' friend…" Their voice trailed off, "My name's Frisk," Oh. No, no, no.

-Easy kiddo. If your parents hated them that much, they can't be that bad-

"You've...heard of me, haven't you."

"...yeah…"

"What'd they tell you about me?"

"...not much...it wasn't good," Major understatement, "...they didn't like losing you...I can't see why, since I don't think they liked having you either." They, Frisk, flinched. What did I…?

-I'll explain later, kiddo. Put it under 'tact', will you?-

"I see. Well, I can't say I disagree, with the having part, anyway…" I felt them shift in my silence.

-You know, most people DON'T like it. Not that I'm complaining, mind. Just saying you should stop being surprised at their reactions.-

"...Sans said they haven't gotten any better at names."

Oh, that. I still don't have any ideas, "...yeah. He said I get to pick…?" It has to have been a mistake.

"Yep. Don't worry about it, though. There's no rush." Oh.

"I...they were angry, that you said you weren't a girl I mean...I...I don't m-mind being called a girl…"

"Oh… Alright," They...smiled at me? "Do you want some help with ideas...for the name, I mean?" Um...yeah, that'd be helpful. I have NO idea what normal names are, and taking someone else's would be...wrong.

-Oh, and I thought you'd make a great Consolas!-

I smiled. His teasing is fun. I look back at Frisk and nod.

"Okay. My frie-" They gulped, then looked at me, and their expression changed.

-That's determination, kiddo. Frisk's famous for it.-

He'd heard of them?

-Yeah, remember the story that guy, Asriel, told you? This is THAT Frisk.-

Oh. I looked back at them as they managed to for the word they were working on, "My b-boyfriend will bring you a list later," They looked happy again, "You might remember him. He was here a while ago...His name's Asriel…?"

-Well, that explains it. No wonder...nah, kiddo, I ain't gonna tell you. It's a grown up thing, kay?-

"...okay…" They seemed more comfortable with the silence this time. After a while, they reached for their pocket, looking at me and tilting their head again. I nodded, and they pulled out their cell phone and started...doing something with it.

-That is what texting looks like, kiddo. At least, human texting. I guess I showed you me doing it with the stylus, yeah? If you have skin, you do it like that. -

After a minute or so, and a few giggles, Frisk looks back up at me curiously, "Flower-fur says he told you about me and the Underground?" I nod, "...I'm the one that usually talks about it...weird. What'd you think?" I shrug. I have no idea how to react to it, "Yeah, same. It was...a lot of things, and they kinda cancel each other out. Scary, exciting, exhausting...yeah."

This silence was awkward again. I didn't think they knew how to talk to me. Well, I didn't really know, either. How do you talk to a mur-

-Kiddo, I will hug you mercilessly if you start thinking like that again, I mean it. I'll get everyone in here, too.-

"Do you hate me?" I started - who was...Frisk?

"NO!" The force of the word surprised me. It seemed to surprise them, too, "...I...don't really know you, but...you've been nice, and...THEY didn't like you, so...I kinda…like you?" They looked up at me, and I could see tears. I HATE tears, they make me want to cry, or hit something, or cuddle whoever's crying, and none of those things...wait. I can do those now, can't I?

-Well, yeah. Maybe not the hitting one. Everyone should be able to cry if they need to, kiddo.-

I felt him step back into the area where he went when he was mad, yellow sparks coming from his eyes. I looked back at Frisk. I guess I can do it, can't I? I reach over and grab their arm, "...I like you...definitely…" Why are they still crying? How do I make them stop?

-Ask them if you can be sisters.-

Who was that? Well, the idea sounds...good, "...hey, Frisk? Would you...would you be my s-sister?" Silence, then- oomph! Ow, that kinda hurts, but...they're hugging me? I...they want to...I wrap my arms around them, careful of the tubes still taped to my arm.

"Oh, yes! Yes, yes, yesYesYES!"

A final note: I have a surplus of uncles, therefore so will everyone else, Undyne and the skelebros not excepted.