Chapter 22: Reunion

I was about to snap out of my child like wonder and get up, when I heard a familiar voice that I missed deeply.

"...frisk?

I snapped my head around to see my Sans standing there with Chara, their faces ones of disbelief.

Sans called out to me once again, "frisk?"

I jumped up, sprinting towards Sans and Chara and flinging myself into their arms. I was so happy that I half laughed half sobbed as tears started to fall from my eyes. "Sans, Chara, you have no idea-"

I felt boney fingers grab me by the shoulders and push me an arms length away, Sans' face was now one of anger. "kid, do you have any idea how worried we were about you?! you go missing for hours, i get a phone call from you that gets interrupted by gun shots- wait, are you hurt, you didn't get shot, did you?" Sans then started to check me for any injuries, and only stopped when he was satisfied that I wasn't hurt.

I felt confusion spread throughout me, "What do you mean? Aren't you curious about where-" Then it hit me. They don't remember. They don't remember anything at all.

Chara stepped in to talk then. "Weren't we curious as to where you've been? Yeah, we're pissed and want to know where you've been for the past several hours." I didn't say anything. I didn't know what to say. Chara sighed as she saw that they wouldn't get anywhere with talking right now, "C'mon guys, we better get home." Then out of no where, she smirked. "Oh man Frisk, mom's gonna kill you."

I felt the color drain from my face, "Hey you guys, why don't- why don't we go get something to eat? You know? 'Cause I am-I am just starving right now!"

Sans took my hand, then Chara's as he got ready to teleport. "c'mon kid, there's no delaying the inevitable."

A whimper escaped from my lips, and I weakly asked, "Are you sure we can't get a bite to eat?"

Sans and Chara just smiled and said in unison, "We're sure."

Sans' blue aura enveloped Chara and I, and with the snap of a finger, we were standing outside the door of our home.

Warmth and happiness spread through me at the sight of home, but all too soon, dread and fear replaced that warmth and happiness.

I looked down at my feet as Chara and Sans made their way to the door. My voice was barely a whisper as I said, "Mom really is going to kill me..."

Chara chuckled as she opened the door and stepped inside, "Yep, you're dead Frisky-poo."

I glared at Chara as I made my way inside, but all emotion but fear fled my face as I caught sight of Toriel.

Toriel was standing at the top of the stairs, arms crossed over her chest, her eyes narrowed down at me. Toriel's voice was honeyed as she spoke to me, "Frisk, can you please go to my room, I'll be in to speak with you in a moment."

"Yes mom..." I weakly replied.

As I made my way to Toriel's room, I glanced over and saw Asriel, throwing me a look of sympathy.

It wasn't long before Toriel made it to the room.

And let me tell you. It. Was.

Brutal.

When I went to bed that night, it was difficult for me to get to sleep.

I couldn't stop thinking about the Sans from the other universe, and how bad I felt for him and the monsters over there. And somehow, the other Sans' jacket had trasnferred over with me, now making it one of my possessions, and making it harder for me to think about the other Sans and how much pain he was in over me.

And not only that, but from what I could see, no one in my universe remembered me dying, not even my Sans.

And because no one in my universe seemed to remember anything, I felt like I was going to explode from not telling anyone about anything that happened while I was dead. I had to shove everything down and not talk about it, and I hated it. Though, I should be used to shoving things down and not talking about them, I do it to my feelings and my past, so why is this so difficult?

By 2:00 AM I had had enough of not being able to sleep, and got up from bed. I stripped from my pajamas, slipped on my shorts with a tank top and a jacket, slipped on some flats, and headed outside.

I soon regretted the decision of wearing shorts in mid November, and hastened my pace as I made my way to Grillby's.

By the time that I had arrived at the bar and restraunt, I was chilled to the bone and in desperate need of warmth. So when I entered the establishment, I welcomed the delicious warmth, and made my way to the counter.

Grillby currently had his back turned to me, cleaning a glass. Though, I knew he was aware that someone had entered the building.

His voice was soft as he spoke, "Welcome to Grillby's, what may I get you tonight-" When he caught sight of me, his eyes seemed to widen. "...Frisk?" Then the fire monster did something that I had never seen him do before. Grillby literally hopped up and over the counter, and embraced me with a warm hug.

I returned the hug just as warmly, before confusion hit me. "Wait, Grillbs, you remember everything? Everything about me dying, and becoming a sort of ghost in this dimension? You remember?"

Grillby nodded, and led me to a booth to sit with him. "Of course I remember everything, I remember every reset and timeline and such. Why do you ask?"

I bit my lip, gnawing on it gently. "Well, no one else seems to remember anything about the incident at all... Not even Sans."

Grillby seemed surprised for a moment, but the surprise melted away. "Yes, that is not unusual. Sans does indeed remember the timelines like me. Most, that is. There are some, particularly bad ones, that he has seemed to have blocked out. You being murdered would naturally be one of the worst ones for him to bear, given his feelings and such for you."

I took no note of what Grillby said about Sans' feelings for me, and instead vented about my frustration. "Well it's difficult to be one of the only ones who remembers the incident. I can't go and talk to him about anything that happened there since he has no memory of my death happening, and if I keep this pent up, I'm afraid I'll burst! What do I do Grillby?"

Grillby was quiet for a moment, before speaking in a gentle voice, "Well, you could always come discuss things with me. I wouldn't mind it, really."

I tapped my foot on the floor, the sound echoing throughout the empty establishment. "But I don't want to be a burden for you, and it's really not fair to dump my problems on you."

Grillby reached across the table and took my hand in his, "Frisk, you'll never be a burden to me. Don't you even think that you'd ever be a burden to any of us." I took a moment to think about it, and gave a small nod. "Okay, thank you, Frisk. Now, I have a question." I motioned for Grillby to continue, "Who's jacket is that? And why do your eyes have a strange... tint to them?"

The question took me aback for a moment, "Oh, uh, well... The jacket is from the other Sans. I don't know how it came back with me, but... here it is. And my eyes... I guess it's just a sort of, side effect from my soul?"

Grillby's features took on a sort of concerned look. "Soul? What about your soul?"

Oh. He didn't know. My voice was quiet as I responded, "Well, when I was in the other dimension, something... happened." Grillby gave me a look, and I continued rapidly. "So my soul was starting to shatter because of the great burden of my emotional state, and somehow the monsters in the other dimension saved me, and now my soul just sort of has a rainbow kind of thing going on."

Grillby was stunned into silence, so I just slid out of the booth and got ready to show him what I meant. "It's a bit difficult to explain, Grillbs, so I'm just gonna show you." I gently tugged on my soul, coaxing it out of my chest. Instead of the entirety of the soul itself being a myriad of colors, the outline of my soul was one of ever changing hues, while the inside of my soul remained the brilliant candy red that it always was.

Grillby slid out of the booth and cautiously approached me and my soul. "Frisk, this is astounding!... Does anyone else know of this, anyone at all?"

I shook my head, "No. No one has had the chance to discover this yet."

Grillby examined my soul for just a bit longer, before questioning me again. "And your abilities? Do you have any new or unique abilities that you didn't have before?"

I sort of shrugged, "I don't really know. Once again, I haven't had a chance to test anything out."

Grillby nodded, "Yes, that it understandable... Frisk, I think you should head home, it's getting quite late." Grillby closed the space between us and gave me another hug before letting go once more. "Remember, you can come disuss things with me anytime. Okay?"

I smiled and nodded, "You got it Grillbs." I made my way to the door and waved goodbye before stepping outside. "Bye Grillby, I'll see ya later!"

Grillby smiled and waved, "Until next time, Frisk."

I was having a wonderful dream about being the frenchiest fry of them all, when all of a sudden...

"FRISK!" The excited voice of a certain little girl reached my ears. "FRISK, GET UP!"

I rolled onto my back, putting my arm up to my eyes to block out any light. "Mel, lemme sleeeppp..." I groaned.

I heard running footsteps, and in the next moment, Melody had jumped on top of me, knocking the wind out of me. "Frisk, it's time to get up and do your job!"

I shoved Melody off of me and sat up, catching my breath. "And, what's- what's my job Mel?"

Melody frowned, "Being Ambassador of Monsters of course, what else?"

I looked at Mel as she sat on the edge of my bed, blonde hair tangled with her bright blue eyes and small frame. It was so good to see her as little her and not a more grown up her. I smiled as I ruffled her hair and swung my legs over the bed. "Hey Mel, guess what?"

She looked at me, suspicious. "...What?"

I got a goofy grin on my face as I said, "I loovveee you!"

Melody's face split into the cutest smile I'd ever seen, and I was getting ready for an 'I love you too', when she said: "Well that's nice, but I'm afraid I only love one other..."

My grin was wiped off my face as I looked at her, and confusion was soon evident. "What? What do you mean?"

Melody put her hand up her her forehead, closed her eyes, and put her hand over her heart. "You mean, you don't know? Oh, my sweet sweet little sister..."

I frowned, "But Mel, I'm older than you."

Melody continued as if she hadn't heard me, "I cannot love you, Frisk, for I am in love with none other than... food." Melody giggled and jumped off my bed, racing to the kitchen.

I sat there for a moment, comprehending what just happened, before jumping up from my bed. "Hey! Melody, I'm the one who's supposed to be in love with food! You're the one who's supposed to be in love with dogs or something!"

Melody shouted back, "Nuh-uh, I'm allowed to love whatever I want!"

A grin was plastered on my face as I entered the kitchen, "Actually, you can't love food."

Melody pouted and crossed her arms, "Oh yeah, and why not?"

I swiped a plate of bacon from Toriel and ate a piece, holding the plate out of Mel's reach. "Because I'm married to food, and you can't eat my spouse, it's unlawful. So, you can't love food, for food loves me as I love food. I rest my case."

Then, because this child is my weird sister, Melody got this look. You know the look. The look that all little kids get when they get an evil idea in their mind. Melody had that look. And that's when she tackled me to the ground, making me almost drop and waste all that good bacon.
Almost.

When the plate went flying out of my hands, a rose pink aura surrounded the plate. And for a moment, just a moment, I thought that it might have been from the other Sans. But that was impossible. So naturally, it took me a moment to realize that the aura was mine.

No one had noticed that the plate was floating and surrounded by an unfamiliar arua, so I took that chance to just let it drop; I wasn't ready to try and explain my ability when I had no idea what my abilities were. So the plate hit the ground and shattered, sending shards everywhere in the kitchen.

Toriel jumped from the sound, "Girls, calm yourselves right now! Go to the dining room, now, before you break another plate."

So we complied, totally not in fear of the wrath that Toriel could unleash any moment.

In the dining room, everyone else was seated and eating breakfast... Well, everyone besides Sans and Chara.

Chara was currently on top of and pinning Sans to the ground, smirking. As I passed, I only heard her say, "I win, comedian."

I felt a pang in my chest, and my thoughts immediately went to: They like each other.

As I made my way to my seat, I shook my head, trying to rid the thought. But then more thoughts invaded.

If they didn't like each other, they wouldn't be sharing secret smiles and joking around like they were.

They wouldn't be talking to each other more than they talk to you.

I gave one final shake of my head before forcing a smile on my face and the thoughts out of my mind, ready to eat breakfast.

Everyone was chatting, talking about things as if everything were normal, and I hadn't died and gone to an alternate universe. And because I had now experienced that other universe, I didn't really know what to say.

Luckily, I didn't need to say anything, because Asgore spoke up then. "So Frisk, today is a big day isn't it? The first meeting between the Ambassador and the humans. How do you feel?"

Oh shiz... Why'd you have to put me on the spot?! I showed no sign of being nervous though, my voice was calm. "Well, I guess I'm just anticipating the meeting. I'm fairly confident in the area of answering questions about you guys, and I think I'm pretty prepared."

Sans gave me a weird look, "wow, sounding so professional kid. ya aren't at the meeting just yet, relax."

I wound my foot around Sans' chair leg, and tipped him backwards, having him land on the ground. "Professional? I'm offended! Why would you call me such an atrocity?!" Sans glared at me, but he was smiling. So I continued my dramatic scene, with my hand over my heart and such. "Melody, hold me, for I am wounded and am not able to support myself. Chara, Asriel, avenge thy sister! Avenge me!" I gave a dramatic sigh, and went limp, making Melody struggle to hold me up.

I watched through slitted eyes as Chara and Asriel pushed their chairs back so roughly, that the chairs toppled over. They each went to the pantry and grabbed a baguette, then raced to the dining room once more. Then Chara and Asriel both screamed in unison, "WE SHALL AVENGE THY SISTER, FRISK!" That's when they both jumped onto the table, baguettes aimed at Sans, "PREPARE TO BATTLE, SKELETON FOE!" Then they pounced, trying to get a hit on Sans, and failing. Even though they took Sans by surprise, they were no match for his dodging skills.

Laughter filled the room as their antics wore on, and I was sitting with immense joy as I watched the battle progress. "Go Chara, go Asriel, you can defeat him! You must defeat him to avenge me!"

And then, it happened. Chara was keeping Sans busy with her amazing baguette fighting skills, and that's when Asriel striked. Asriel had snuck up behind Sans, and while Sans battled Chara, Asriel lifted Sans' shirt and jacket, and plunged his baguette in between some of Sans' ribs.

Then it was Sans' turn to be dramatic. Sans clutched his side as Asriel yanked the baguette out, and cried out, "alas, my wondrous fighting skills were not enough! frisk, my love, i am sorry for wounding you, but you have wounded me far more than I did you... papyrus, my brother, you must avenge me!"

Everyone turned and looked at Papyrus for his reaction. Papyrus only took a bite of his pancakes, and said, "NO BROTHER, I'M SORRY TO SAY THAT I CANNOT AVENGE YOU."

Sans shot up, and truly looked wounded. "what? paps, why?"

Papyrus took a sip of his orange juice, "BECAUSE YOU CURSED MY LIFE WITH YOUR PUNS."

That's when I let out an unlady like snort, which led to my laughter, which then led to everyone else's laughter.

When everyone's laughter subsided, Toriel decided to interrupt before anything else happened. "Well, this has certainly been an eventful morning..." She said as she smiled. "But I'm afraid we're going to have to cut it short. Frisk, Asgore, you have that meeting with the humans soon. You guys need to go get ready for that. And as for the rest of you, we're going to have to find some jobs so we can support the household," She concluded.

I finished up my breakfast and went to get ready for the meeting. I decided to wear some black jeans, with my black flats, and a white shirt with a cream colored button up jacket. I decided to do my hair up in a tight bun, and made sure that I was ready to go.

When I was ready, I met Asgore up in the living room, waiting for Sans to teleport us. Sans quickly took our hands, and with the blink of an eye, we were standing in front of the city courthouse.

Though I seemed calm on the outside, I was crippled with anxiety on the inside.

Sans didn't let go of my hand when we got there, and he said, "frisk, be careful with what you say. and good luck."

I felt calmer when he said this, and I rewarded him with a smile. "I know. I'll have to keep my cool in there, and I'll definitely have to use my words cautiously."

Sans gave me a weird look once more this morning, and then nodded, and was gone in an instant.

I felt a warm hand on my shoulder then, and looked up at Asgore. "Are you ready, Frisk?"

No.

"Yes, I'm ready."

Woopwoopwoop!

Another chapter! Man, I've really been feeling inspired lately.

Otays then, whoever reads this, I hope you've enjoyed this chapter.

Until Next Time~