***Here we are, yet another story! I thought of this last night, but fell asleep before I could actually write it out. But I'm here now! Anyways, a certain character belongs to me, Sans, Papyrus, Toriel, and Frisk all belong to Toby Fox, and let's dive right in!

Chapter One: It Started With A Message

Papyrus felt his phone buzz in his pocket one day while on his break from the restaurant he'd begun to work at after everyone had moved to the surface. He took it out to see who was messaging him. It was from an unknown number, and the message itself was just as mysterious.

Hey, Papyrus. I'm coming back soon. And don't worry... Sans already has seen this message.

That was confusing. Papyrus went and dialed Sans' number.

"Yo."

"Brother, I just got the weirdest message from a number I didn't know."

"Was it about someone coming back soon?"

"Precisely!"

"I got one a few minutes ago. Said that exact thing."

"Who do you think it is?"

"I dunno. I can't think of anyone. But then again I am the bonehead of the two of us, so what do I know?"

"Sans, your puns will be the death of me."

"That's a bit of an exaggeration. Can't you make like an ice cube and chill out?"

"SANS!"

"I'm just messing with ya. Anyways, Whaddya think about this weirdo message?"

"The Great Papyrus thinks it is very suspicious. If it were just a prank, then it would be one of us. But the person has both of our numbers, and knows who we are! And not to mention, they seem to know that we have some sort of relation to each other."

"Well, I still think it's just maybe a prank from someone who's a friend of ours or something. But if it makes you feel better, then we'll keep an eye socket out someone who's looking for us. Does that make you feel any better?"

"Yes."

"Good. I don't want ya to run around all afraid of whoever this is."

"I wasn't afraid! The Great Papyrus is never afraid!"

"Sure."

"What?"

"Nothing. I'll see you at home, Paps."

"Goodbye!"

"Bye."

Then, both brothers hung up. But, they were still both curious. Who give them that sort of message?

XxX

That night came. Sans and Papyrus had gotten no more messages from the mystery person and both had decided not to bring it up that night at dinner to Toriel and Frisk.

But they would all soon know about it.

The doorbell rang while they were all eating. "I'll get it," Toriel volunteered. Then, she got up and went to the front door. When she opened it, she was a bit confused.

"...can I help you?" she offered, trying to be polite to the stronger at her doorstep.

The person was a skeleton monster. She was tall, and still a bit bulky. She wore a purple sweater with a white lightning bolt decal on it, jeans that were slightly torn, and black combat boots. A black crossbody purse was across her torso. Her expression was relaxed, but that could've been due to the cigarette in her mouth.

Her eye sockets were strange, however. While her right one had a light, the left one didn't. As she moved to take the cigarette from her mouth and hold it between two fingers, it was made more apparent that she was wearing black, fingerless gloves.

"Name's Kabel. I didn't know the queen took up residence in this house," she said.

"Oh, I'm not a queen any more. Call me Toriel, I insist," Toriel said. "I was planning on it," Kabel replied as she walked inside.

Toriel shut the door and also went inside. "Anyways, what are you doing here?" she asked.

"Looking for Sans and Papyrus. Do they live here?" Kabel asked, looking around. "Yes. Why do you ask? Are you a friend of theirs?" Toriel guessed.

Kabel took another drag from her cigarette before placing her free hand on her hip.

"I have a right to see my older brothers, don't I?"

***Yep, I went there. And yes, Kabel's name is font. It was only right that I give her a font name, since Sans and Papyrus have font names. Anyways, be sure to leave a review on the way out, and I'll see you all in the next one! Bye!