A/N: I have officially decided that every 3 chapters there will be one that has a sort of game instead of fanfictions. Also, Frisk told everyone about what happened with Asriel and breaking the barrier. If you want your fanfiction to be on here, please P.M. Me or send me a message in that little review box on the bottom. I might ask a few fanfiction writers if I can use their fanfictions, but for now, just tell me if you want your Undertale fanfiction here. Just give me the name. Thank you and have fun!
"Hey, Alph. Yeah, we're gonna be having some company over tonight."
"H-how come?"
"Well, let's just say-"
Suddenly unsure of what Undyne would tell Alphys, Frisk seized the phone. "Undyne and Sans got in a fight and kinda destroyed our house."
"Is everyone okay?"
"Yeah, everyone's fine, but we might need to borrow your guy's house for awhile. S'at okay?"
"S-sure! Come on over!"
"Great, thanks," she hung up the phone and handed it to Undyne. "Hope you two didn't have any plans for awhile," she sneered.
Behind her, Gaster let out an audible cough. "DON'T FORGET ABOUT THE DARE IN THE CLOSET," he reminded them.
"Oh! And by the way-ay-ayeay, I needed to ask her something anyway-ay-ayeay," she sang, glaring at the skeleton, who raised his hands innocently, showing the holes in them clearly.
"Come on! Are we going or not?"
"I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO SEE THE NEW HOUSE OF ONE OF MY COOL FRIENDS, NYEH HEH HEH!" Papyrus cheered.
Slowly, Undyne turned to him, grinning like a mad fish... lady... thing. She took a step towards him. Then another. Suddenly, she lunged at the skeleton and put him in a headlock, rubbing his skull with her knuckles. "Fuhuhuhu, now that Frisk's going to be there, we can finally have that pillow fight!"
"You mean the one where you throw the whole couch at Papyrus?"
"Yep!"
At the same time, Papyrus struggled in her grip, fixing his gaze on something over Frisk's shoulder. "BROTHER! QUITE BOONDOGGLING AND HELP ME!"
"heh, dontcha' mean..."
"SANS DON'T!"
"bonedoggling."
"Hey guys, shouldn't we get to Alphys and Undyne's house? It's getting late," Frisk pointed out.
Finally, Undyne released Papyrus. "What are you waiting for?" She demanded.
They looked back at the rest of the inhabitants of the home before it was destroyed, Toriel held a (go figure) whining Flowey while talking to Asgore, about what, they weren't sure they wanted to know, judging by the look that Toriel had painted on her face. "Come on, Goat-mom!" Frisk called, smiling at her adopted mother.
With another glare at Asgore, she padded over to the group where she was quickly informed about what they were doing. "Are you sure about this, my child?" She asked tentatively, rubbing her daughter on the head. "Even after everything that happened with Alphys?"
"I forgave her long ago," she answered simply.
"That takes true strength," Toriel praised. "Let's get going."
-At Alphys's -the word "lab" has been scratched out- House
"Hey Alphys, I had a question," Frisk asked when they had arrived. They were sitting in the living room at the time, Toriel somehow finding the ingredients scattered around to make butterscotch-cinnamon pie, and the smell of it wafted through the room. Sans, Papyrus, and Asgore had left shortly after arriving, leaving just Flowey, the gentle goat monster, herself, Alphys, and Undyne.
Alarm brightened her gaze. "Y-yeah?"
"Well, is there a way to rewire the DT extraction machine to... move SOULs instead of DETERMINATION?"
"Why would you do that?"
"Well, I'd love to have Asriel back, and not just because Flowey is the biggest nuisance I've ever met, but I really miss him."
"Well," she shifted her feet on the floor. "Th-there would still be a chance to... to... bring Chara back with him?"
"I'm willing to take the risk," the girl answered, DETERMINATION lighting her eyes.
"E-even then, I'm not s-sure if I could do that," she admitted. "But... well, what happened to the six human SOULs Asgore already collected? When Asriel destroyed the barrier, he returned the SOULs to the monsters, but surely that means he put the human SOULs back where they came from?"
"That's a good point," she agreed thoughtfully. "I'll ask Asgore to see if he knows."
Suddenly, something soft and fluffy hit Frisk in the back of the head. She turned quickly to come face-to-face with another pillow. Undyne smiled mischievously. "Not now, Undyne," she waved the fish-lady off. "I'm doing something."
"What is more important than the MOST EPIC PILLOW FIGHT IN HISTORY! NGAAAAAAH!" She demanded, smacking Frisk in the side of the face again with yet another pillow.
"One word: Fanfictions."
Suddenly, Undyne and Alphys were flanking the girl, looking at the fanfiction page with her. "What's on there? What does the "x" mean?"
"It means... actually, I'm not sure. Sans x reader... what does that mean, that Sans is the reader or something?"
"Shall we find out?"
You look nervously at the skeleton. He is shorter than you, wearing a heavy blue jacket, two pinpricks of light making up his pupils. He appears to have a permanent grin on his face. "you look worried," he remarks.
"I have a bit of a problem," you answer honestly.
He moves a bit closer to you, letting his hand gently brush your leg. "anything i can help with?"
You can't help but lean in to the skeleton, your faces just inches apart. "No one can help me now."
He reaches out and embraces you. You enjoy his touch more than you thought you would.
"Ooh, someone's gettin' spunky," Undyne commented. "Shall we go to the next one?"
Suddenly, the front door slammed open, revealing Papyrus holding a bag of paints and a shirt draped over one of his bony arms. Next to him, Sans was wearing a shirt of similar color, a turquoise blue with red letters saying, "Favorite Brother" and an arrow pointing opposite of Papyrus and instead at Asgore.
"Lemme guess, Papyrus?" Frisk asked. Asgore was wearing his Mr. Dad Guy shirt, which reminded her of what she needed to ask.
"heh, he's cool. of course he would pick out cool clothing."
"Didn't he go cool clothes shopping yesterday?"
"he was checking out what they had."
"And can I safely guess he's "improving" the shirt as we speak?"
"yep."
"Hey, I just realized," she said suddenly. "Where's Gaster?"
"Oh, h-he's checking out what's left in the underground labs," Alphys answered.
"Ah, hey, Goat-dad, can I ask you something... in private?" She turned to the goat monster.
"I suppose," he nodded, looking slightly alarmed.
Frisk led the way out the door and to the back porch, where there was two rooms and a wall in between them and the others. "I was wondering... what would have happened to the six human SOULs when Asriel returned the SOULs to the monsters?"
He looked thoughtful for a second. "Gosh, I'm not completely sure. Perhaps in the old SOUL holders? How come?"
"Oh, nothing. Something I wanna try next chapter."
"What?"
"Nothing, nothing. Okay, thank you, Asgore!"
She sprinted back to the front door and barged into the house. "Hey, punk! You should read this!" Undyne laughed as she burst in through the door.
I turned away from him. "wait... kid, is that you...? you've... grown..."
"It's been nine years, Sans," I answered softly. "Trust me, I haven't forgotten about you for a second."
"it's been rather bonely these last few years," he agreed.
"I haven't been able to get you out of my head. Especially our... last... few moments together before I had to leave."
"i will never forget that, for as long as i live."
"It was fantastic. You're fantastic."
"Ew, Sans and I? Eh, I could do sooooooooooo much better. And tell me, why does poor Sans get all the ships?"
"NYEH! WHY CAN'T I, THE GREAT PAPYRUSI! GET ANY SHIPS! I'D MAKE A COOL CAPTAIN!" And Papyrus, being the little cinnamon bun he is, completely missed what they meant by ships.
"Heh, how about this one?"
"wut are you ding here?" sd BalkStar s he waked up.
"I'm sorry!" mewoed StarKit I didn't men too!'
That's ok" sed blackStar. "no wons perfeck.""no that's not true." Said Starpaw, offed. "StarClan is.""Waht do you mena?" wemed BlackStar.
"well the give us all this halpand stuff" said Starpaw. "without them we wold be lust." She said.
"I gess that's ter" BalkcStar said, "besid I didn't relly mean that newway.
"o really why?" said starpaw. "becus yo are."
'WHAT' YOWLED sTaroaw jumping away BlackkStarTried to nugle her. "WHAT ARE O TRIG TO DO MOLE STRAEP ME?1?"
"The heck did I just read?" Frisk asked, her eyes fixed and remote. "Heck, put me back on that Sans x reader fic, I don't care, just turn that off."
Undyne obeyed, but pretty soon, they got bored so they started the pillow fight. Frisk nearly drowned in pillows the first minute in. "Taste my pillows of justice! NGAAAAAAAH!" Became Undyne's battle cry. Finally, Toriel softly padded into the room, which had piles of pillows everywhere (where did that one come from...?) and everyone either curled into balls (Frisk, why do you look like a cat when you do that?) or sprawled out (hesh, Undyne, can you take up any more space?) With a smile and a tiny sigh, she placed a plate next to Frisk, on said plate was a large, thick piece of butterscotch-cinnamon pie and a small cup of tea before rubbing her daughter's head gently and padding off again.
A/N: Coolios to anyone who has read Starkit's Prophecy. Um, I do not own Undertale, any of the characters, and Starkit's Prophecy belongs to xdarkrosesx. Cya, peeps!