Epilogue

Frisk's tidy house

Golden sunlight streamed in through the window, bathing Frisk's bedroom in an orange glow. Frisk was dreaming. She was walking down a hallway lined with pillars. And at the end of the hallway, dressed in a blue jacket and pink fluffy slippers, waiting for her, was a very dear friend…

Her eyelashes fluttered. Her dream was fading – for a second, she couldn't tell where she was.

A scene from her childhood. How strange that she should return there in her dreams. It felt like a lifetime ago.

Her alarm clock started chiming. Sleepily, she reached for it, but it slipped off her bedside table and the battery fell out.

The dream faded completely and she couldn't remember any of it.

It's a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming. On days like these, people like me..

..have to go to work.

Frisk, now a young lady, was working as sous chef in a stylish restaurant. Against all odds, she seemed to fit well into human society.

She'd started adding her own recipes to the menu: the number one dessert was the butterscotch-cinnamon pie. When anyone asked her about it, she told them her mother taught her how to make it.

Everyone who worked with her noted her dexterity. They said her knife skills were exquisite.

Frisk wrapped herself in a pink dressing gown, made herself a cup of tea, and went out into her little garden. She'd be working until the early hours of the morning, and this was her one chance to enjoy the fine weather.

Every scrap of her garden was overrun with golden flowers. Ever since she'd released Flowey into her vegetable patch, he and his descendants had run rampant over her garden.. and the neighboring gardens.. far and beyond. The neighbors complained, but no amount of weedkiller or gardening would keep the golden flowers in check for long. The plant was just too tenacious and determined.

Frisk filled up her watering can and drenched her whole garden.

"There you are, Flowey", she whispered. "It's been a hot summer, hasn't it? This will keep you going."

Flowey rarely held a conversation these days, but sometimes, Frisk fancied that one of the flowers smiled and winked at her, before disappearing into the expanse of yellow.

A tinny ringtone made her snap wide awake - MEGALOVANIA. It was the ringtone of her Underground cellphone, which she always kept charged. She dropped the watering can and dashed inside to get it.

She answered the phone. And she heard a voice she hadn't heard in a very long time.

"heya. is anyone there?"

Sans! He was calling her.. from the Underground?

"Greetings!" Frisk replied calmly, though her heart was pounding in her throat.

"…is that..!?"

"Yes. It's me, Frisk. The human."

"heh.. so… it's been a while… you sound.. different."

"Sans, how are you doing? What's happening down there?"

"me? i'm good. ever since you left, things started, uh.."

Frisk held her breath and her heart sank. Surely Asgore had survived what she did to him... "What's happening down there?" she repeated, "Who's ruling the Underground?"

"the queen returned. funny thing is, just about the time you left, the king got into a serious fight.. he got all cut up.. but he won't tell us what happened. anyway, after that, both the king and queen agreed on a new policy: all humans who fall down here will be treated as friends and returned safely to the surface. .."

"They're both well?" asked Frisk, relieved.

"yeah.. it's probably for the best, anyway. the human souls the king gathered… seem to have disappeared. so, uh, that plan ain't happening any time soon. still, both the king and the queen are reminding us that things are ok down here… that we should focus on making this a better place, enjoying good food.. bad laughs.. nice friends. the king and queen.. they're, uh, barely speaking to each other, though they both agree on their policies."

"How about Papyrus? I… really miss him."

"oh he's doing great! he finally joined the royal guard.. since its primary function is, now, to keep wayward humans out of trouble.. to keep'em on the straight and narrow, as my bro would say. every time it snows, he makes a snow-papyrus and a snow-human side by side.. so i guess.. you could say he misses you too.."

Frisk swallowed hard. Her eyes were burning.

"And Mom..? How is she, apart from ruling the Underground?"

"oh yeah! i forgot, your mom is actually the queen! she's still teaching at that library school, although it's, uh, a bit bigger now.. and by a bit, i mean A LOT! every day, she prays that you're staying outta trouble, taking care of yourself.."

"I am! Please, Sans, tell her I'm well. Tell her.. I graduated from cooking school, and I think about her… every… single… day!" Frisk's tears were running freely down, past her chin now.

"sure i will, kid. you know, something else really good happened. alphys and undyne just got married.."

"I'm so happy for them! That's wonderful news." Frisk swiped at her tears, but they kept rolling down her face.

"yeah. there's no way they'd have coped without each other.. undyne's gotten kinda disillusioned with the royal guard ever since it was repurposed. there's nobody for her to fight.. oh yeah! she wants a rematch, cos she says last time she sparred with you, it wasn't fair.."

Frisk laughed. "Tell her I'm shaking in my slippers. What about Alphys?"

"alphys.. she put her heart and soul into upgrading this phone here. we've been trying to reach you, but the technology wasn't up to it. so alphys and me, we worked really hard to invent a phone that could make calls up to the surface. and, uh, that's why it took so long.. heh.. once I tell her it worked, she'll resign as royal scientist. the role is really stressing her out.. the next royal scientist will be.. heh.. can you guess..?"

Frisk's eyes widened. "There's no way.."

"yes. yes it is."

"A lazy bones like you..?!"

They both laughed.

"yeah.. lemme tell you how it happened-"

There was some sort of commotion on the other end of the phone. Frisk heard some panting, and a playful "Bark!" and then Sans started to curse.

"what the..? come back here with that cellphone!"

Frisk listened, incredulous. Sans' voice was growing faint and muffled. The last thing she heard was:

"you mutt.. you are gonna have a BAD TIME!"

Writer's notes:

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