A/N: Hello again! So this chapter's a bit shorter, so another chapter is coming soon. We're still on Sans, and are observing everyone's initial response to this. Enjoy!

Sans

Frisk had gone silent after I said 'what' again. Once I got over my shock, which took longer than I would've liked to have admitted, I woke everyone up. We were all huddled around Frisk in the living room.

"H-Hel...lo..." Frisk choked out. They were clearly new to speaking, as their voice was hoarse from lack of use.

"Oh, my child..." Toriel whispered in awe, kneeling down to rest her hands on their shoulders, slowly pulling them in for a hug. "My child...your voice is beautiful..."

Frisk nodded, smiling shakily.

"Ha! I knew you had it in you!" Undyne cheered happily, roughly patting them on their head.

"THIS IS AMAZING, HUMAN!" Papyrus exclaimed, nearly tackling Toriel and Frisk. "YOU'RE VOICE IS SO COOL! IMAGINE HOW IT'LL SOUND WHEN YOU USE IT MORE! I'M SO EXCITED TO HEAR IT BECOME EVEN STRONGER! OH, WE CAN GO OUT SINGING SOON! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WILL GIVE YOU POINTERS! MAYBE EVEN METTATON WILL SING WITH US! WE WOULD BE UNSTOPPABLE!"

"It's still too hoarse for that," Asgore spoke, calming Papyrus. "But I know it'll become rich and strong soon!"

"R-Rich and strong, huh?" Alphys pondered. "I w-wonder what brought this on...and what your voice will, um...sound like..."

I knew what she was referencing. She's always been more curious of what Frisk's gender was. Guess that's the scientist in her. Funny enough, from what we've heard, it was still ambiguous what gender Frisk was. After all, it's a kid. Their voice is going to be high and cracking at this age no matter what gender they are.

I stood slightly back and watched them all gush. My bones were trembling. This was so weird...it felt a bit like a dream come true. This was finally something I'd never experienced...something new. My friends were doing something I've never seen them do before. It was nice, but...overwhelming. For once I didn't know what to do.

"you uh, sound good kid," I applauded, patting the kid on the back. "so, uh...what got you talking?"

Toriel withdrew, smiling less. "That's a good question. Why do you choose to speak now, my child?"

Frisk suddenly seemed to be...uncomfortable? "I-I..." They shakily shrugged.

"didn't you have a nightmare?" I ventured. This was bugging me. frisk said he was sorry...about what? he couldn't possibly mean...

Frisk shook his head quickly, smiling shakily. He said nothing this time, resorting to his old method of communication.

Before they could speak, Frisk's communication could best be compared to a dog. People say they can talk to their dogs; that they can just sort of sense what the dog is trying to say from their body language and the sounds they can make. Frisk was like that with us. They didn't need to say anything; somehow, we always just understood what they were trying to tell us.

Now they were denying having a nightmare. I raised a brow, finding that suspicious. "what? but you just told me you did."

"Frisk doesn't have to discuss anything they don't want to, Sans," Toriel spoke, the honeyed voice of a loving mother aimed at Frisk, and the edge of a mama bear's claws aimed at me.

I chuckled nervously. There was no point in trying to interrogate him with everyone around. guess I'll just...wait. "alright kid, i get it if your voice is to horse to talk about your nightmare."

The pun went by Undyne and Papyrus, but Toriel cracked up, while Frisk and Asgore chuckled, Frisk seeming happy to be saved.

It was nice to see them react to a new joke. One I hadn't told them yet. It filled me with joy, and I momentarily forgot my anxiety.

"M-Maybe it has to do with your ninth birthday?" Alphys pondered. I considered that possibility, but than I met Alphys' eyes. She had noticed Frisk shove off the question I had asked too, and was also suspicious. She was just being nice and covering up for Frisk...for now. Smart girl.

Frisk took the opportunity and quickly nodded.

"THAT MAKES SENSE! AFTER ALL, I FEEL LIKE I GET GREATER EVERY YEAR!" Papyrus reasoned.

"We'll discuss what it could be later," Toriel assured, calming the kid. "For now, we'll enjoy your new voice later. It's late, my child, and you need more sleep to enjoy your birthday."

Frisk nodded shakily, everyone peeling themselves off of them.

Everyone bid Frisk a good night as they made their way up the stairs. I saw Frisk glance at me briefly, almost looking regretful, before quickly looking away and running upstairs.

Everyone was going back to sleep. I, too, climbed in to my sleeping bag to appease everyone. Even though sleep would be impossible with my buzzing brain.

My head was still reeling with all the possibilities. This was turning my whole world upside down, of course. My whole reality up until this point has just completely changed. And to top it all off, there's a kid who may have all the answers, and I can't even talk to him yet.

i definitely want to. i just can't right now.

Plenty of thoughts went through my head. I wondered what I would do to talk to Frisk in the morning. I wondered if I should even go to sleep. I wondered if something completely new was going to happen in the morning, like it theoretically should. And if...if this meant there were really no more-

don't be stupid, pal. you know hoping gets you to nowhere but despair.

I thought it'd be impossible to fall asleep given the situation. But funny enough, I knocked out despite everything. Maybe it was the stress, and I was coping or something. Whatever, I guess it didn't really matter if I slept or didn't sleep, anyway. Nothing mattered.

I woke up at around 8:00 A.M, which was earlier than usual. But it wasn't a peaceful awakening. I felt something sticky pressed against my cheekbone. Still groggy, I reached at it, peeling it off me. I realized it was a sticky note. who the hell...? why a sticky note? Blearily opening my eye sockets, I examined the note. I blinked after reading it. I read the short note again. Than again, still analyzing it. My heartbeat rose, my breathing quickened, my bones rattled. After reading it a few times, I felt the note slip from my grasp.

"Sans? Is something wrong?" Papyrus asked, only slightly quieter since it was morning.

I didn't respond.

Now, I've seen plenty of things in my extended life. I've experienced a lot. Especially jokes. I consider myself a funny man, worldly in the realm of comedy. That's why I prayed that this wasn't some twisted joke.

Written on the note, in poor, unrecognizable handwriting, was 'NO MORE RESETS'.

A/N: ooo spooky. Lol so yeah Frisk is a bundle of secrets right now, and I plan to keep them like that until a bit later. I do plan on making Frisk and they're development an important part of this story, along with the development of Sans and Roma. Speaking of Roma, we'll see her in 2 chapters. Sorry for the wait, but it won't be long since the next chapter also isn't long. Alright, thanks for reading! Please review, follow, favorite, etc if you liked it! Thanks again, have a good one!