Authors Notes: *Sorry, it's a long one* Well then, I am NOT updating regularly! I apologize, but between school and work you guys are going to get very odd updates. I'm going to attempt to upload semi-regularly; we'll see how long I actually stick to that.

Also, it's been pointed out that Frisk is probably a lot smaller than the monsters, so here's a very basic scale: Papyrus is about 2 feet taller than Sans, Sans is about 4 feet taller than Frisk, Frisk is tiny. I'm not giving set measurements, just use your imagination.

Anyway, I haven't got a beta reader so if you see a mistake I missed, just tell me! This counts as practice for me. Moving on, thanks to all who favorite, follow and review they help more than you think.

Chapter 2: New Home

The smell of pancakes and bacon makes its way through the door and I wake up slowly to find myself staring at the ceiling. If I'm smelling bacon and pancakes, it means that Toriel is cooking, and not my bro which is already a slight plus for the day as breakfast spaghetti is…not an ordeal I really feel like sitting through. Not that I don't love my bros cooking. Since we actually can buy fresh ingredients now his spaghetti has improved dramatically. I just can't handle spaghetti every day.

I turn slightly to glance at the digital clock. It's a pretty funny thing; a skull with the numbers in between its teeth. Asgore got it for me, said it reminded him of me cause I'm always smiling. Apparently he does this a lot. Yeah, you're probably confused with the change in perspective. Well, that can be pretty easily explained. I have, let's call it "approximate knowledge" of most timelines, even the ones that I'm only referenced in. Stands to reason I can "feel" this one too, right? Good thing too, because since getting to the surface, everything seems to be lining up. And not in a bad way for a change.

I don't even look up as I hear footsteps coming towards my room, I know it's the kid. It's a part of their ritual that if I'm not up by 10, they come and get me. Which is fairly often. I chuckle as they dive bomb onto my bed and try to give me a hug. "Alright, alright kid I'm up." I steady them and hug them back. Frisk. Yep there's a few different versions of them too, all a little different, most a little crazy. It's impossible to tell which Frisk is "real" because they all are. As real as you or me, right?

"Y'know kid, I can afford to sleep in on Saturdays. And Sundays. And Mondays and Tuesdays…" They cut me off by waving their hands and sign Toriel made breakfast. I nod. "Kinda figured, yea. Doesn't smell like tomatoes. Pap at work already?" Frisk nods happily. Gotta admit, I'm real proud of my bro. He was pretty adamant that he wanted some kind of guarding job, and after all the papers were filled out and everything was squared away, he joined the local police force. He's even taking online classes, and passed his driver's test with racing colors. Who knew he could drive? "Good to hear. You got homework?" The kid nods and wiggles off my bed to let me get up. Frisk is still tiny, and it's hard to believe that this is the human that single handedly liberated a race. "I'll help you after breakfast then, sound good?" Frisk hops a little and nods before heading back downstairs. I chuckle again.

Yeah, Frisk is an odd one. We have no idea how old they are. There's no record of them anywhere, and even after becoming our ambassador (it's partially in name only…. Asgore handles the eh…political side of things) we just kinda guessed. I put them somewhere between 10 and 13, Tori says 9, maybe 10 and Pap says 21. I don't know why. But hey, we got'em enrolled in middle school, and boy is the kid smart. In any case, we got them an Identification Card along with every other Monster in the underground, and Tori formally adopted them. I bought this big old house and now me, Papyrus, Toriel and Frisk all live together. Heh…bet you're wondering how I got the cash. Don't worry about it.

There are still a few things I pop back to the underground for. I still have my "shortcuts" after all. I'm mostly just…prepping. Just in case. I haven't talked to the kid about anything that happened; heck I'm not even sure if they remember anything since no one else does. I do though. It was fuzzy at first, like everything had been whited out but after writing down what I did remember, the pieces began to make sense. And I'm willing to bet the kid knows something they ain't saying.

Still, life is working out surprisingly well. After the initial shock of "Aaah! Monsters! Run for your lives!" People seem relatively ok with us. The whole "locking-an- entire- race- under- a-mountain- for -centuries" thing was just kinda glossed over up here. Took me a while just to find a few decent books on the topic. Got some good information out of them too. But hey, at least I can actually shop without getting stared at now, and kids just love to play with Tori's ears. Asgore's too actually. Yup this whole little city is just picture perfect. I slip into my hoodie and look out the window. It's a beautiful day outside. I hope it stays that way.