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GRADUATION DAY

Spring went by smoothly. The underground was finally used to there being a female human among them, so the monster men were no longer as painfully aroused as they used to be. Frisk was fine with this. However, Sans was unprepared for the amount of hormones his younger self was experiencing. Every chance he got alone in a bathroom, he took care of it. Frisk wondered why he was taking frequent long bathroom breaks. He would sometimes shrug and act like he didn't know. Other times, depending on what food they had, he would blame his long trip on the food. During those times, Frisk was able to accept it as truth and not wonder. But she would really wonder during times when he shrugged it off. They were sitting on the couch watching Mettaton, when a thought hit Frisk's head. She remembered the day Sans gave her the talk, he was in the bathroom making weird sounds. Could that have played a part in the talk? She didn't think about it before. Thinking about it now and thinking the two are connected, she started blushing a light pink. Frisk leaned in closer to Sans and cuddled up to him. Blue tinted his cheeks. Papyrus came through the door.

"I'VE GOT A JOB!" shouted Papyrus.

"Really bro? What you doing now?" asked Sans.

Frisk was also interested to know what Papyrus would be doing to earn his keep.

"I'm a new cook at Grillby's! It's going to be different cooking things other than spaghetti, but I know I can do it! Because I am great!" said Papyrus as he took a dramatic pose.

Frisk and Sans giggled a bit at how cute Papyrus was being.

"Oh, Frisk! You graduate from the ninth grade tomorrow, right? Do you have an outfit picked out already?" asked Papyrus.

"I can't decide. I still have some dresses that Mettaton got for me, but they're all too flashy for graduating the ninth grade, and all my other clothes are bland and boring in comparison to what other students will be wearing," said Frisk.

"Sans, she still gets money from Mettaton because she works for her. Why haven't you taken her to the store?" asked Papyrus.

"I asked her if she wanted me to take her shopping, but she still can't decide what store to go to," replied Sans.

Papyrus narrowed his eyes.

"Gah! Sans, take us to the mall. Frisk, I will help you pick out an outfit for the occasion! You're the princess for crying out loud, you of all people need to look your best!" said Papyrus.

Sans and Frisk got up, grabbed what they needed, and drove to the mall in the capital. Papyrus had to tell himself not to just grab Frisk and rush her around the mall, demanding she try on everything. He was a bit of a shopaholic. When they entered the mall, they were greeted with 8 different fast food restaurants, and the whole food court was packed full of high schoolers and their families. A lot of them had shopping bags that no doubt had new clothing inside them. After all, it wasn't just freshmen who were graduating. Tenth graders were going into the eleventh grade, eleventh graders were going into the twelfth grade, and seniors were going into college to determine what they want to be for their adulthood. Frisk saw Fuku, Brent, and Naomi sitting down at a table together and her baby boy was sitting in a high chair. That's right. Fuku's dad is gone and her mother has been gone, Brent's parents were abusive to him, and Naomi's parents pretty much dropped her when she went insane. The only one at that table whose parents were in their life was Fuku and Brent's son. All they had were each other. Frisk felt bad for being so occupied all the time. She went to go walk towards them, but Papyrus grabbed her hand and took off with her to the nearest clothing store as Sans followed close behind. They walked into Fab Trend 101. The whole store was pink, white, silver, and gold. Frisk wanted to leave this store immediately.

"I think pink complements your eyes wonderfully! Don't you think so, Sans?" asked Papyrus.

Sans had never seen Frisk wore pink. It was such a feminine color. Frisk wasn't a tomboy, but she was in the middle of girly and tomboy. But she absolutely hated anything overly girly, like pink. So Sans decided to have a little fun in seeing Frisk wear something pink.

"I don't know. We'll have to have her try on some items to find out," smirked Sans.

Frisk made a face at him that said, "you know I hate pink!"

Sans made a puppy face, and she rolled her eyes.

"Papyrus, I don't like pink. Can we try a different store?" asked Frisk.

Papyrus was shocked.

"You don't like pink?! Then we must have you try on some clothes right away!" said Papyrus.

Frisk groaned as she was dragged along. Papyrus and Sans rummaged through racks and picked out frilly pink gowns, pink blouses with silver leggings, silky light and hot pink short dresses and long dresses. They threw them on Frisk, showed her to a changing booth, and waited patiently. Frisk tried on all the pink items just to get it over with. Everytime she came out in a piece of clothing, Sans took pictures. Then, Frisk yelled out something that they couldn't hear at first.

"What was that?" asked Papyrus.

"I'm not wearing this!" yelled Frisk.

"Aw, come on! The sooner you try it on, the sooner we can leave!" said Sans.

"But this is too much!" groaned Frisk.

"Pish posh! Get out here!" said Papyrus.

Grumbling, Frisk put on the outfit, and came out with her face in a scowl. She was wearing a hot pink tube top, gold leggings, and black stilettos. Sans' hormones went off the charts seeing Frisk show some skin. Her cleavage was visible, and she has a nice flat stomach that dipped inward and curved outward the more it went to her hips. He had no idea she had these curves with how she usually dresses up. He almost creamed his pants right then and there. Frisk noticed a bulge in Sans' pants, and she turned a deep scarlet. She inhaled sharply and quickly went back in the changing room, put on her regular clothes, and stormed out of the pink store. Sans looked down at the picture he had taken of her in the outfit, groaned a bit, then turned it off. Papyrus ran after Frisk, and caught up to her. He didn't grab her, but he stayed close.

"Frisk, why are you so upset? You looked wonderful in those outfits!" said Papyrus.

Frisk stopped sharply and turned around to face him.

"Wonderful? I looked like a slut!" whispered Frisk.

"I do not think you looked like a street walker! You really looked nice!" egged on Papyrus.

"Oh, you would think me looking like that is nice! No! It's outfits like that that will get me in trouble! Not just at school, but in everyday life!" Frisk angrily whispered.

Papyrus felt like crying. He didn't have any ulterior motives for bringing Frisk into that store. He wasn't even the one who put the tube top in her pile, so he really was confused when she came out in that outfit. Then he thought for a minute. It was his older brother who snuck that in the pile!

"Frisk, I can assure you it wasn't me who put that outfit in the pile, nor did I see it!" said Papyrus.

"Oh, you expect me to believe that Sans, who is as much a prude as I am, snuck that outfit in there? He has never touched me inappropriately before! Ever since Toriel announced our relationship to the police, we have only kissed, held hands, and hugged!" said Frisk.

"Frisk, I promise it wasn't me. It was Sans," Papyrus pleaded with his eyes for her to believe him.

Frisk rolled her eyes, then noticed Sans was walking up to them. She quickly turned her head out of embarrassment.

"Sans, please tell her it wasn't me who put that outfit in the pile," begged Papyrus.

Sans wanted Papyrus to take the blame. It would make everything better for him. But he knows that wouldn't be fair to Papyrus who had come so far. He sighed deeply.

"It was me," admitted Sans.

Frisk looked at Sans sharply, then she looked disgusted. She grabbed Papyrus' hand, turned her nose to the ceiling, and asked Papyrus to take her to another store to try on clothes.

"Wh-wh-what about Sans?" asked Papyrus.

"He can think about what he did!" sniffled Frisk.

"I know he hurt you, but I know my brother. It wasn't intentional!" pleaded Papyrus.

"Whether or not it was intentional, it was rude and disgusting of him. Especially considering he knows how tight clothing makes me feel."

Then, Frisk stopped walking.

"Maybe I don't even have to go to the ceremony in fancy clothes. I can be the casual princess of the underground. All dressing up would do, would invite monster men and boys to harass me."

Frisk let go of Papyrus' hand and slowly walked back to the food court. She suddenly felt in the mood for some nice cream and chocolate. Alphys had someone at the mall sell his chocolate. Papyrus went to go find Sans.

"Ah, brother, there you are!" said Papyrus.

When Sans looked up, Papyrus bopped him on the skull.

"Okay, yeah. I deserved that," groaned Sans.

"Frisk is in the food court, saying how she wants to give up on ever being girly because wearing feminine clothing is an invitation for attack. All because of the stunt you pulled. We have to convince her that the clothing isn't what's evil. What is evil is the intentions of the monster men who view her as a sexual object in sexy clothing. I know plenty of monster women who wear girly clothes and can't get a man to fall in love with her. So I know for a fact, that Frisk can wear these clothes and somehow find a way to be confident in herself even with the men who will no doubt turn their heads," said Papyrus.

Papyrus had Sans by the front of his shirt, and was speaking in a low tone. He was serious. The bulge went away in his pants. He messed up bad. And he knew it. Sans and Papyrus went to the food court to look for Frisk. She was sitting next to her friends, and they were all eating ice cream. Frisk hadn't even touched her ice cream yet as she had her head down and her shoulders were shaking. A sign that she is busy crying. Naomi was soothingly rubbing her back. Naomi looked up and when she saw Sans, she glared at him hard and drew her finger across her neck. Ignoring her threat, Sans walked over to the table.

"Frisk, can we talk in private?" asked Sans.

"She doesn't want to go anywhere with you!" interrupted Naomi.

"I don't recall you being Frisk, or me talking to you in the first place, kid. I'm talking to Frisk," lightly said Sans.

He had to remind himself that Naomi and her friends are all still hormonal teenagers.

"Well, I'm talking for her because you have her bawling her pretty eyes out! So, for now, I am Frisk," replied Naomi.

Fuku and Brent stayed quiet, but it was evident in how they were making the atmosphere feel, that they were equally disturbed and upset with Sans. Sans rubbed his face.

"Frisk, I don't want to speak to your friend. I want to speak to you. If you don't start talking to me, we're going home and talking there so I don't have to deal with drama," said Sans.

He said it as nicely as he could.

"She doesn't- hey!" shouted Naomi as Sans lifted Frisk with his magic.

Papyrus grabbed Frisk's ice cream and chocolate, then ran after them. Sans used his magic to silence Frisk's sobs. He didn't want her to embarrass herself by crying so loud. They got to the car, he set her down in the seat, Papyrus buckled her in, and they were off. When they made it back to the house, Frisk was done crying loudly, but she was still crying. Sans unbuckled his seatbelt, and opened the door. He didn't step out yet.

"Are ya coming in?" asked Sans, who was gradually losing his mind.

Frisk ignored him and crossed her arms.

"Oh my gosh you are such a kid sometimes," Sans muttered, but clear enough for Frisk to hear.

He used his magic to bring Frisk inside the house. When he set her down on the couch, Frisk walked upstairs and locked herself in their room. Papyrus walked up the stairs and knocked on the door.

"Do you want your ice cream and chocolate?" asked Papyrus.

"You eat it," said Frisk.

Her voice was muffled from the bed. Papyrus, knowing Frisk better than that, put her ice cream and chocolate in the freezer for when she would want it later.

"I know her style, so I'll be right back," said Sans.

Papyrus nodded and turned on the TV. He was unsure of what to do. Sans came back through a portal, saying "ow" multiple times. Through the portal, you can hear Naomi, Fuku, and a crying baby.

"Seriously! They could have ruined her new dress!" exclaimed Sans.

Papyrus went to look at it. It was a short sleeved dress that was a royal purple with a white lace around the abdomen. It was simple yet elegant like Toriel herself. He even bought her royal purple flats, and a golden flower headband. Papyrus smiled.

"I don't remember seeing these in the mall anywhere," said Papyrus.

"Seriously? Toriel has her own store where she sells fashion similar to her own. Frisk looks to Toriel for inspiration in a lot of things. Fashion is no exception," said Sans.

"I guess I never noticed because when I was with Mettaton, whenever I tagged along with her, she would go into the other stores on the other side of the mall," said Papyrus.

Sans nodded.

"Yeah, I don't see Mettaton going near stuff like this," agreed Sans. Sans and Papyrus waited all night for Frisk to come out. They gave up waiting at midnight.

"Good night, bro," yawned Sans.

"Good night, big brother," yawned Papyrus.

Sans tried opening the door, but it was locked. Rolling his eyes, he made a shortcut into the room. When he was inside the room, Frisk was on the bed, snoring. Her constant crying made her nose stuffy, and her eyes and cheeks were wet.

"Guess she finally tired herself out," Sans said softly to himself.

He softly and gently took off her jacket and shoes. He then took off her regular clothes, and put a nightgown over her, then tucked her in. He then smoothed her hair. He took off his regular clothes and put on his pajamas, crawled into bed, and fell asleep. Frisk inched closer to Sans, and they both subconsciously put an arm around the other. The next morning, Frisk's mind put what happened the day before in her subconscious. So, she remembers going to the mall, but she doesn't remember the fight or the temper tantrum she threw. But she was surprised to see the outfit Sans had bought her. She thanked him, put it on, did her hair up in a bun, put on some light makeup, and came downstairs. Sans almost dropped his food on his lap. Frisk looked elegant.

"Oooh! Frisk, you look so very nice! You look like a proper princess indeed," sang Papyrus.

"Thank you," thanked Frisk.

They ate breakfast together and chatted away. Sans was wondering why Frisk wasn't still upset about yesterday, but decided to let it go for their sake. They got to the school, and Frisk joined her class in the assembly while Sans and Papyrus found a couple seats in the middle of the adults sitting down. The Queen walked up to the microphone. Everyone stood up, bowed, and sat down.

"My children, you all have done excellently thus far in life. I have a difficult request to ask of you all. I would like each and every one of you to aim higher next year, no matter what your goals are. I am certain you all have heard of my daughter by now, am I correct?" said Toriel.

The adults and almost every one of the kids started murmuring in confusion. An adult stood up to say something.

"Your majesty, how do you have a daughter? In our history books, it says you once had two sons, one being a human, and that they both died. Did you have a secret affair?" asked the adult.

Toriel's smile went into a sad frown.

"N-no. My daughter isn't my biological daughter. She is someone who fell down six years ago, however. My child, please stand up," called Toriel.

Frisk sighed and stood up. The spotlight shone on her, as everyone turned to look at the elegant looking human who was wearing an outfit that slightly resembled Toriel's style.

"This is my daughter, Frisk Dreemurr. I announced her before, so I am not sure why no one remembered," said Toriel.

Frisk flashbacked to when she and Sans wiped everyone's memories. Then she smiled a bit. The darn device to wipe memories broke after one use. The adult that was standing up, made an oh face and sat down. People started murmuring to each other, some saying how "unprecedented" this was, some saying how gorgeous she looked, and others saying how this was a trick of some sort because humans can't be princesses. Toriel heard them all.

"I know what you all are thinking. How can a human one day be ruler of all monsters? Simple! We don't judge other species. When I once had Chara and Asriel, I thought to myself, if anything were to happen to Asriel, Chara would become the King of the underground. So back then, I considered letting a human rule. She has proven to be different from all the humans who have forced us underground, though! She is kind, compassionate, loving, and as an added plus, she is extremely determined. Because of that determination, she is able to come back after death. So even if something happened to her, she could keep coming back until she dies of old age. So, I definitely think she will be fit for the job. She will marry someone when she is 18. But I won't say who. She wants him to be a surprise," winked Toriel.

Frisk smiled and sat back down.

"Now, to start the ceremony!"

Toriel called out names, and each monster she called came up to her to receive a hug and a shirt that said "I graduated from a freshman!". However, when Frisk was called and she came up to Toriel, Mettaton EX came out from behind the curtain to give her a grammy! She was also given a bouquet of flowers, and then she took her hug and shirt. Frisk was about to walk off when Toriel stopped her and turned her to face everyone. Everyone stood up and bowed to Frisk. Then they took their seat, and Frisk went to take her seat. She felt uncomfortable.

"Well, life is about stepping out of your comfort zone every now and then. They were going to find out about me sooner or later anyway," thought Frisk.

"Wow. You're kind of a superstar now. Well, even more than you already are considering you still work for Mettaton," whispered Fuku as she bounced her son on her knee.

Frisk looked at her son and thought, "I'm going to be a leading example to every single baby that's been born this year."

"Yeah. I guess I am," replied Frisk as she looked back down at Toriel as she continued giving hugs. Everything Toriel did and said was so fluid and elegant. Frisk felt like there was no way she could be like Toriel. She was so...perfect. And Frisk was awkward. Or so she felt herself to be. The ceremony was over, and everyone's three month vacation started.