Hey guys...I'm sorry if this one is kinda short for the time you waited. Or long. I've just been dealing with stress and depression over society and this thing. I didn't know if I would wait 'til next week, but I decided to get off my fat ass and write this. Seriously though, I do kinda have depression. I just wrote this fanfic in the first place to show what I can do. I expected more feedback and reviews...but nobody else came and joined our special Hell. Hey. Share this with your friends. I'd be glad. Thank you, and enjoy chapter 5…Also before you read this, there are SOME references from Frisk's Geno-run, but they reset in a point where Chara is still in them, but not far enough to affect Post-Genocide Pacifist runs. Cya.

5. On the Way

Asgore woke up puzzled and nervous. "What the f- was I talking to myself when I came in?" Yeah he was. Honestly it felt like he had to. Maybe due to some godlike being writing our story. Whoa. No need for deep shit today, my friend.

The note taped to his front door yesterday struck him again. He forgot to pack. Hopefully the "God-like being" writing our story thinks of a miracle to happen. 'Remember, no deep shit...alright?'

Asgore stood up and slowly walked towards the kitchen, away from his king sized bed. First thing on his mind: Tea. Tea no matter what. Too bad nobody was here to share the soft, warm, burning, honey-like taste of tea with him. At least Frisk likes it, but it's way too early in the morning for that right now. What time? Oh. Not so early. Around maybe 5 o' clock. But he still just sat down in a lonely chair, leaning on a lonely table, in a lonely kitchen, in a lonely 2,700sqft home.

"Oh well. Time to pack."

Another "I'm super depressed" came from the room upstairs. Sans screamed it a little louder than before.

"SANS! WHAT. DID. I. SAY!?"

"you tell me!"

"...NO!"

"ok"

Papyrus, making his daily rounds of "fresh" spaghetti, heard a loud 'THUMP' from upstairs now. He immediately threw down his pot of "golden silky manna from heaven" and walked quickly, but quietly upstairs to Sans' room. He hesitated as he approached the flaming door. He may have been in his room before, but the flames escaping to fresh air from under the door still intimidated him. He finally grabbed hold of the knob and turned it slowly. Once it reached its maximum turning point, Papyrus swung open the door with no regrets.

"SAN-"

Papyrus found Sans – his jacket getting sucked in by a nearby tornado – face first into the carpet. He muffled something…

"hm mm umm..."

"WHAT?"

Sans finally – but reluctantly – lifted his head and spoke out three amazing words…

"..."

"..."

"...help me up..."

"Sans I swear to fucking Christ if you keep this up for too long you will regret it and trust me you will for I will fucking tear your bullshit eye sockets apart you fucking hear me?"

Sans' eyes were huge and filled with extreme surprise, guilt, and anxiety. Never before has he been this close to having a heart attack.

"...ok pap-"

"Sans, get Mettaton's chainsaw..."

"no!"

"Then, FUCKING CALM YOUR SHIT!"

"ah, that's better."

"IT IS AND I HATE IT. JUST GO DOWNSTAIRS AND DO SOMETHING WITH YOUR LIFE!"

"bro, you don't understand."

"DON'T YOU DO IT..."

"skeletons..."

"NO..."

"...are already dead..."

Papyrus screamed his usual scream. The one filled with unbridled rage, and hate, and sorrow, and death for anyone's ears.

"never gets old, papy. Never, gets, old."

"Ugh."

Sans remembered another terrible one.

"hey pap, remember when you said you were making a sophisticated dinner party with the usual spaghetti theme then you asked me to make spaghetti themed cards?"

"YES, I DO SANS. WHAT ABOUT IT?"

"well here's a card..."

Sans held in his laughter to hard he almost burst as he handed the card to Papyrus. It read:

"Benvenuti nella nostra cena ! Abbiamo un sacco di spaghetti di così buon divertimento!"

Papyrus sweat nervously as he tried to read the card.

"BEN VENOOTI NELA NOSTRAH KENA! ABIAHMOH UHN SACKO DIH SPAGHETTI DIH COHSEE BOO-ON DIHVERTIHMENTO!?"

"hey, it's the official language for spaghetti."

"SSSSAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNSSSSS!"

Sans finally burst out laughing, "oh my god I'm seriously crying right now please send halp!"

"UGH. I'M FINISHING MY SPAGHETTI. AT LEAST I'M DONE PACKING MY LUGGAGE!"

"oh."

"I WILL SEE YOU IN A BIT SANS."

"ok."

Sans remembered about that. He hadn't packed, but was he really going to do it? Yes he was. Anything for, her… No time for being a lazy-ass fuck!

"OMG, THERE'S NO WAY THE DEVELOPER CAN DO THAT. WHY WOULD HE DO THAT?! WHY WOULD HE TRAP THE PLAYERS?!"

"Uh, I t-think it's called, the p-plot?"

"Oh. Right. But who in the name of fuck would do that?!"

"Them."

"Oh. Right. Anime's intense."

"So, y-you haven't s-seen SAO's intro?"

"Is that intense?"

"Y-Yeah, it's p-pretty intense."

"Then no!"

Undyne and Alphys finally finished watching that one episode. In that time span they've accumulated 10 instant noodle boxes, 8 pillows massed into a huge cushion, 2 plates of spaghetti-coal, 1 messy hair-do, and 2 pairs of wrinkled pajamas. Not so bad this time.

After the end credits, the TV went showed static. Undyne held Alphys closely and whispered, "This was amazing..."

"W-W-Well, when i-isn't it amazing?"

"Never..."

"H-Hey, I just remembered something."

"What is it?"

"Sh-shouldn't we be p-p-packing our s-stuff?"

"Oh yeah! I forgot!"

"..."

"..."

"…A-And?"

"Let's go do it now!"

"Do you have everything ready, my child?"

"Mm-hmm! Everything, Mommy!"

"Good..."

Frisk walked over to the front window and pressed their face on it, looking out to the neighborhood.

"We should be leaving in a few more hours."

"How long?"

"About 2."

"I can wait! But..."

"Yes, my child?"

"Where are all of us gonna meet?"

"Outside."

Frisk had a large smile on their face," WHERE, OUTSIDE?"

"Uhh...Our home."

"THANK YOU. =)"

"And, doesn't Papyrus know how to drive us there"

"YES"

"Then...we...are fine for the rest of the day..."

Frisk's face went back to normal. One more time and he would finish...it.

Everyone finished packing their stuff and met outside Toriel's home. Little did they know they were gonna have a bad time. Wait. Warm, moist towels aren't so bad. Everyone was bunched in a group, but not too close. Unfortunately, in this Hell of a group, Asgore stood next to Sans. Asgore murmured.

"Fuck my life..."

"what?"

"Oh, nothing."

"whatever."

Sans also hated this position of grouping, but Toriel's porch wouldn't let them go anywhere else.

"Hey, Undyne, did I tell you the story of when I killed you, but you had spiky hair and armor and laser eyes? =)"

Everyone heard that.

"WHAT?"

"what?!"

"My child?!"

"W-W-What!?"

"What?"

"Yeah. I heard the song you played on your piano that time! ="

"What the fuck..."

The conversation ended shortly when everyone was silent with fear.

"Sorry."

Alphys shuffled a little closer to Undyne and wrapped her arms around her. Papyrus just had thoughts of spaghetti after that. Several minutes passed and they were still crowded. Sans slowly walked towards Toriel's front door and knocked.

"hey tori, c'mon out, we're feelin' pretty bonely out here."

"SANS YOU IGNORANT, PATHETIC, WHELP."

"ok."

"THAT DOESN'T EVEN MAKE ANY SENSE!"

"ok."

"UGH!"

Toriel finally opened the door to a small sea of shuffling monsters, and one human. She looked surprised, but relieved at the same time.

"Let's go..."

"cool, papy's car is two-rowed so undyne, alphys, and papyrus are in front, while you, asgore, and frisk are behind them."

Asgore had a sigh of relief, "So where are you going to sit, huh?"

"i'll be lying down the floor. next to tori."

"Fuck my life."

"L-Let's go already!"

Undyne suplexed all of the bags into the trunk (carefully). Once they all climbed into the car, Sans stood in the middle of it then fell back-first onto the floor of the car's back row, landing next to Toriel. She giggled. Sans smiled modestly. Asgore groaned in pain. Not physical. Emotional.

Everyone but Papyrus looked at the setting sun as they entered an urban area. Frisk smiled at the memory of the sun before they met everyone, but now it's better with their new family.

"Ahh, this is soo nice!"

"It never ceases to amuse me as well, my child."

"Hmm," Asgore just stared at the sun. He thought it was beautiful yes, but it now symbolized something. His family. His friends. Yes, they may like him, but once everything goes down, he's completely forgotten. Asgore stopped staring at the sun and looked ahead to see a large lit-up building in front of huge things (they looked eerily similar to Tsunderplane) making ear-bleed inducing sounds whilst taking for the skies. He imagined it smaller, but the bigger the better.

"IS THIS IT, LADY ASGORE?"

"Yes, Papyrus."

"WOWIE! THEY'RE SO FREAKIN' COOL!"

"gee pap seems your flying up to cloud 9."

"SANS, NOT IN FRONT OF THIS MASTERPIECE OF A BUILDING!"

"T-T-These b-buildings look more a-advanced in anime."

"They sure do, right Punk?"

"Yah!( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )"

"Um, who infected this child with this level of kinkyness? Sans?" He started sweating nervously. "no, he was born with it."

"hmm ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )"

Once Papyrus found a slot to park his rental, everyone breathed in some fresh air – even though the fuel of the planes that wafted through the summer breeze was horrendous. They all walked towards the flashing building with smiles on their faces. Frisk was being swung by both arms, back and forth, being held by Papyrus and Undyne. "HIGHER, FRISK?"

"No!"

"Whatever you say, Frisk! I would fly to the moon if I could!"

Alphys turned her head quickly. "But t-then...you'd be g-gone!" Undyne's smile grew larger. "Exactly!"

"Hmm."

Once they opened a very, VERY, large door, they finally entered the large miracle of a building. A large 'SWOOSH' of cold, crisp air flew through them, enough to make Undyne's hair wave a little. They all stood in awe as they were being shoved and pushed by other civilians, but that was the least of their worries. They just. Stood there. Sans shook it off. "c'mon guys. We gotta get a move on, or else we'll get trampled by some plain planes."

"BUT SANS, WE ARE NOWHERE NEAR THEM."

"oh. wrong timing."

"I-I f-f-feel like w-we forgot s-something." Alphys gripped her MMKC sweater tighter to her body, shivering.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

They all shouted at the same time:

"THE BAGS."

Undyne ran with Asgore as fast as they could back to the rental before it drove off with some ugly piece of lard. They found the car safely where they parked it. Before getting to the trunk, Asgore tripped, slamming his horn into a tail light, cracking both the tail light and his horn. He slid off the tail light and lied on the ground, his head sideways, facing the tire. He almost fell unconscious. Undyne stared at him with despair and worry. Soon, she quickly opened the trunk, grabbed the bags, and called Papyrus and Sans. Papyrus ran while Sans took the short way, and teleported to the car.

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH ASGORE, UNDYNE?"

"He's fine, Papyrus, just help me with these cases, and quick! You too, Sans!"

"watevs." Sans stared at Asgore, smiling his devious – but not murderous – smile. He then teleported back to the large, cold structure, holding the large bags on the way through time and space.

"Urrrgghh." Asgore groaned deeply in the asphalt. Undyne greatly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Heh, get up Asgore, you'll be fine. Be determined, and get up!"

"Urrrgghh..."

Undyne snapped a strap on some bags then threw them on her shoulders. She bent down, and tried to carry Asgore back to everyone.

"C'mon! DETERMINATION!" With enough (but not enough to kill her) Determination, she lifted him, barely off the ground, and ran to everyone waiting. Toriel, Alphys, Frisk, and Sans all stared at her as she walked by them with a look of bewilderment. "Well c'mon guys! We're gonna miss the flight!"

Sans felt weird when she said that. He – as the Undernet calls it – cringed…? He didn't know, but he felt as if a presence beyond him was here. A force not only godlike, but a force writing every thought he's thinking at this moment. Like he's in a story. Maybe his life's "Story" had an author. And maybe that author, "Cringed." when he wrote the word, flight. Was he afraid he was going to be seen as unprofessional for writing this simple word? Was he afraid that everything he wrote so far was leading up to a happy-go-lucky ending? No, he had more to write. Sans can't end his life now. 'How many chapters you disgusting force?' Probably over 20. Sans shivered and continued his life. Or the author did.

"Sans? Sans are you alright?"

Sans awoke from his weekly life recognition status and was surprised to see a crouching Toriel.

"huh? Tori? yeah, im fine. i guess...i just had a sudden realization."

"And, what was that, Sans?"

Was he going to tell her? 'stop asking what im gonna do with my life.' Oh sorry.

"i just realized we were gonna have a good time, after all!"

"After, all?"

"yeah."

Toriel held her arm around Sans' neck on the way to the buildings "Help Desk" (which was an oxymoron). Sans' face just went a little blank as he kept walking forward with her to everyone else.

Ugh, I know it's supposed to be Toriel x Asgore, but my friend forced me to do this. Anyway here's something you can do. Find all the times Frisk acted kinky in the entire book, I lost track. That'd be hilarious. Also remember to review, follow, fave, share, and stay tuned. Cya later!