Getting to Sans was a good idea, but seeing what he was doing, was a bad idea. Not so much that she cared, more like he was really caring at the moment. Frisk hid in a corner.
Sans was caught in a smooching hold with some other woman. Most likely, that was Cherise.
“Human, get the hell off me!” Sans pulled away. “I got a wife and kids, knock that off.” He rubbed his weird ‘lips’. Damn. He wasn’t even used to his human parts yet and that woman was already kissing him.
“Why are you speaking like that to me?” she asked. “Dod. Why’d you lie about where you live? What do you mean you have a wife and kids? What’s going on?” She reached for him again, but this time Frisk stepped up.
“Get off of him!” Frisk warned her. She grabbed her by the hair and flung her to the door. Some woman kissing on Liberty’s loving husband had placed her in a tough enough spot, but now Sans was getting pulled into without a shred of knowledge of what was going on. “Keep your hands off my man, Cherise!”
Sans sort of scratched his head.
“Dod, get out,” Frisk warned him. “I get what’s going on better, and trust me, you can’t be here.” Ah, Sans figured it out.
“Won’t be far,” he said as he went away.
Good. Now. Frisk gave Cherise a slick smile. The real Dod shouldn’t be far, and the way she had yelled-
“Aw, shit, Cherise?!” Dod came over toward her.
“She came to our house, Dod,” Frisk warned him. “To my house, with my family.” Remembering the family dynamic, she crossed her arms. “If you want to keep your family, I highly suggest you get her out now!” She stomped her foot. “I have to think about how to handle all of this. She deserves so much more than I had planned now.” She glared at the unsuspecting woman. “Get her out. Get on your flight. I will get the next one with the kids. I don’t want to be around you right now with this floozy right here! We’ll settle this once we get back.”
“Yes, Dear,” Dod said, quickly. He went over and gripped the human by the hair. “Damn human, getting me into trouble. Coming to my own house, how’d you find me?” He went out the door with her. “Don’t worry, Lib! I’ll get her into some chains or something. My brother’s got a dungeon, it’ll hold her while we talk this out?”
Frisk just went to the door and slammed it on him, yelling through it. “Get her out of here!”
“Yes, Dear, I love you! Get moving, now!”
Ugh. Finally. Frisk braced herself on the door. She couldn’t kill Cherise, but she couldn’t leave Sans in a situation that he didn’t understand. It could have ended everything badly.
“I gotta take care of them.” Sans came back into the room. “Give me some details what happened? ‘Cause all I know is that woman wandering around in the house and grabbing me.”
“I was taking a shower, and the real Dod came in,” Frisk started to explain. Right away, Sans back seemed to straighten. “I kept it cool, but he was late to leave. His wife and kids were supposed to leave first. Since I was there, he gave away the fact that on a mission, he kissed another woman named Cherise.”
“Oooh, no wonder you had to play drama momma.” Sans whistled. “So that human was Cherise, huh?”
“He kept apologizing. He said it was for the mission, but Liberty was justifiably upset.” Frisk turned around and faced him. “So, even though I’m supposed to not be on duty, he wanted to give me the honor of killing her. Calling her over, and just killing her.” She couldn’t do that. Not a human. Not a monster. “I came to get you, but I put together you were actually Sans from your reaction.”
“Yeah. Getting all up on me.” Sans dusted himself off. “Weird human. Makes sense now. He took the wrong mission and his wife is maaaad. She mention it anywhere on her social?”
“No, but she was angry at every little thing,” Frisk pointed out. “She even said she could wish she could slowly torture the man who came up with mason jars when she couldn’t open one. I would say that over-zealousness meant she couldn’t say anything, but wanted to.
“Kay. So the real Dod isn’t going to kill her. She’s gonna be brought to his brother and he’s heading out at least.” Sans sighed. “Good save, Beautiful. Without that quick thinking, he probably would have got you a gun and held her still.”
No. Never again. “I’m going to bed. Lock all the doors, including the dead locks,” Frisk insisted.
“Already done, all but this one.” Sans went over the and put the dead lock on it. He double checked the door. “That guy, what’d he do?”
“Just a little kiss mostly,” Frisk said. “Nothing that will make the situation tougher.” She noticed though that Sans wasn’t heading to bed. “What’s wrong?”
“We’re supposed to be steady. I got assaulted on these weird lip things by another woman, and you just got mangled into a kiss with the real guy who owns this place.” Sans took her hand.
“Yeah, but they were both accidents,” Frisk mentioned. “No one would know. If anyone finds out, they will think it’s Liberty and her husband.”
“Still a risk.” Sans went back to his skeleton form, and Frisk felt herself changing back to herself too. Courteousy of Sans. “We’ll handle the whole dungeon brother thing later. Bedtime, Beautiful.”
Lousy. Not doing so hot at this. Frisk had fallen asleep next to him. Not curled up with him. Just next to him. Like a friend. It was a good spot to be, at friendship now, considering everything that had happen. But? They needed to be closer. Should be closer. She’s going to be mine, I’m going to be hers, and neither of us could even keep people from kissing us.
His job for her wasn’t too tough. Protect her and his family. Protect his unborn. Get along with her. Mostly? Don’t let someone else try and sneak into his own family! Stupid dog-wolf thing laying that kind of smack down on her. It bugged him constantly. He hadn’t been kidding about the bonnet joke he made with her the first and last night at his house.
She was pretty. Way prettier than any monster he could really think of. It was just impaired between them. The whole killing thing, it can take a toll. But, he didn’t even really see that anymore. How could he? Every time he could get a glance, he could see how good she was inside now. What if I’m not good enough at this. He wasn’t exactly the best in all situations. He had to best in this one, but what if he messed up? Would he end up mooching off the Carlisle’s who’d no doubt get themselves together, or would they just keep him out of their lives forever?
And pair her with someone better. Someone who could give those kids an actual ‘dad’, not a brother fumbling around to figure out what to do.
Oh great, she was up.
“Can I bring my kids in here?” Frisk asked softly. “I mean, our kids,” she corrected herself. She held onto the sheets. “Not that I feel uncomfortable or anything beside you, but some people just popped into the situation when I had my guard down.”
She was worried about them. “Normally, no,” Sans said. “If anyone finds out, it was because we were maternally worried or some shit. Okay?” He got up out of bed with Frisk. They were just lying there, not feeling comfortable for any pajamas yet. Frisk moved out of the room, and Sans waited. The little guys weren’t very big, there should be plenty of room. He watched them all come in with Frisk holding them like groceries.
She brought them between them, getting them comfy, telling them everything was going to be okay. Typical mom stuff. It was typical mom stuff. His mom used to do it, until she was too old to do it anymore. How many years had it even been since he stopped really thinking about her? This whole got family thing is dragging my skull into the past too much.
He got onto his side of the bed, but pulled Juleyard to the other side of him. The last thing he needed was Frisk getting used to the idea that they could be separated at night by two kids. “There ya go, Pal. Better?” He didn’t answer. Of course not. He grabbed Al and tried to move him to the other side.
“Hey, Grabby, ask before you just grab a guy!” Al complained.
“Sorry?” Al was still clearly adjusting. “You sleep over on the other side of your mom.” Sans gave Frisk Al. “Other side.”
Frisk shrugged and put him on her other side. Meanwhile, Sans grabbed her in a friendly way and scooted her closer. “Everybody comfy now?”
Frisk looked at him from beneath his arm that he had wrapped around her. Oh yeah, too buddy-buddy. She didn’t like that position. He pulled her up closer so that her head was closer to his instead of under his arm. “Now everybody comfy?”
“Everybody comfy,” Frisk said.
“I need to use the bathroom.”
“I gotta get some more water.”
“Partly comfy.” Sans took Juleyard out and led him safely to the bathroom so Frisk would feel better. Frisk left with Al, most likely to get them water. When they come back they all got back into the same positions.
“I gotta get some water now.”
“I need to use the bathroom now.”
Sans glanced toward Frisk who shrugged. They each did the same thing again.
“I need to use the bathroom,” Al said to Frisk.
Well? At least one was done for the night. “Bladder all better?” Sans asked Juleyard. He still didn’t seem too interested in speaking to him. “Hey, uh, this doesn’t really change the dynamic a whole lot. Brother or Dad, I still cared about you.” Saying that seemed to have Juleyard lie down and curl even more inward on himself. He was always so outgoing and expressive. He just didn’t understand, he couldn’t pick up a beat. “Everything is going to be okay. You’re even sleeping with your mom and me,” he pointed out.
Juleyard just ignored him. A strange ignore. Not anger, he wasn’t sensing anger. Embarrassment? Shame? Sans lied down but pulled his boy closer, feeling him trying to back away. “Look, okay, life isn’t perfect. Instead of some cool guy like Gaster being your dad, you’re stuck with me. Just Sans. I’m gonna try and pull us through this, but you have to at least give some kind of reaction to me about this whole thing. Sticking your head in sand never works.”
“Not sticking it in sand,” Juleyard finally said. He reached over, gave Sans a hug, and pulled back.
What was that? Sans rubbed his head affectionately. “Still here, no matter what.” At least it was something. Frisk came back with Al again. That little troublemaker. From that smile, he knew Al just caused that trouble to drive them crazy. Was Juleyard in on that joke too? Al used to have a running gag where he’d say what he wanted for supper, then something else, something else, before going back to his first choice. Probably just his way of adjusting to this whole thing.
Frisk was trying to curl up on her side, tucked in with Al. Aw, this is exactly why Toriel and Asgore would not be happy about this. He kept himself on his back with Juleyard on his other side, but scooted Frisk over closer again.
She seemed to get the idea. She scooted Al closer to her side, but she stayed on her back too. Equal attention.
Toriel and Asgore’ Safe House
Josephine kept a tight hold of some coffee. It was three in the morning, but she couldn’t sleep. She watched Toriel approach her at the table she had chose to sat at. The house was decent. The food was decent. Everything seemed fine, except for the fact that she shouldn’t be there. Frisk.
“You’re up again.” Toriel joined her at the table. “You are beyond worried, human. It’s not good for you.”
“Have you had any children?” Josephine asked her.
“Oh. Yes,” Toriel admitted. She placed her paws on the table. “A little boy and a little girl many, many years ago. They are gone now.”
Oh. “Children leave so fast.” Josephine held the coffee cup so tightly, she half thought it would break. “I thought that Frisk might be dead. When I found what happened, a part of me would have rather she died.” She took a sip. “Not that I hate her, but all this misery she’s gone through.”
“Frisk grew up with whatever happened,” Toriel said to her. She stood up and got her own cup of tea, probably her preferred choice. “She is in a decent spot though now. She couldn’t be safer.”
“She’s a mother of two children, and two unborn.” Josephine stared at her coffee. “She was only a child, had everything taken away, and still.”
“Separated,” Toriel said softy. “I know that this looks bad, but Asgore and I have explained. Sans does not want to kick you out of her life. He doesn’t want to lose his children either.”
“I know, and if there is something that we can all out just sign that says he can stay with us, then I’d sign it already to have Frisk back.” Josephine wiped a tear starting to fall.
“We will go over it,” Toriel said, “but at the same time, Sans isn’t going to-”
“-to want us owning his own life. How ridiculous, we’d never own anyone,” Josephine said. “That thinking, it isn’t shared by me and my husband. All we want is Frisk safe, and if that means taking care of the father too, then so be it. She is our daughter.”
“A daughter that grew up to you overnight,” Toriel warned her. “The transition may not be easy. Especially with her having not only children, but a husband. To sign papers, I guarantee he should not just live with you. He is going to want to spend time with his wife.”
“But it was all a mistake!” Josephine’s true feelings came forward again. She clammed up. “He could see his kids. Live with his kids.”
“Frisk will be his too, and he will be Frisk’s,” Toriel said. “If not, he will never sign anything, no matter how lenient you are. By not letting him have a room with her, time with her, or any kind of encouragement to pursue something with the one that should be his wife. He knows you can give her away later to someone else, breaking all bonds with his family.” Toriel took a sip of her tea. “Not only that, but he is going to want his brother too. They are skeletons, and quite connected. Being away from him right now is probably tearing at them both.”
Josephine stirred her coffee. “It’s not easy on anyone.”
“Let Sans have time with your daughter,” Toriel urged her. “Don’t try and take her away with a contract that promises that he can stay with his sons. Give them time, and they are more likely to work out their own way. Their own feelings.”
“Frisk isn’t. Well, I mean? My daughter, it’s just unlikely she is ever going to love a monster,” Josephine said. “She should be with another human when she grows older.”
“That is up to her.” Toriel took another sip. “After they work things out, I’m sure Sans will allow you to live with them too. As I said, countless times, leaving the Underground with you would make him look bad to other monsters. It’s just the way things are, and truly? Is there anything so wrong about choosing one family to be happy with? Someone must take care of someone. If your world kept that in mind, not as many would fall through the cracks.”
“What about Frisk?” Josephine asked, ignoring that observation. “I know she is grown up. I know . . . that I missed a lot of years with the little girl that was my daughter and grew to be a woman.” She almost choked before finishing her sentence. “We need to own her and her family. This Sans, he needs to own her. Can’t she be independent and just take care of her and her family too?”
“She could, but in her position right now, I don’t think that’s a very good idea,” Toriel reminded her. “She’s carrying twin monsters right now.”
“Then, one day? She could if she wanted?” Josephine asked. “She could get away if she wanted from him? From us? Raise her own family?”
“Yes. Anything’s possible,” Toriel said, “but it wouldn’t be right, right now. There is more than just her and children involved. Sans has a role in her life, to be a good father, and they are still working it all out.” She stood up and put her tea cup in the sink. “It won’t be solved in a day, but if you believe in your daughter, then you should trust her to make it through this, and relax.” She smiled at Josephine. “I have played the worrywart before. In the end, worrying did nothing to save them.” She fell quiet. “They were still quite young when they died.”
“I’m sorry,” Josephine apologized. She didn’t know they died, she had assumed they had grown up. She had no idea how old monsters lived. “I didn’t mean to bring your own bad memories up.”
“Yes, well? If I couldn’t endure the bad, I’d never remember the good about them. I can’t forget them. Their little faces. Their little laughs. I’d give anything to have them back, but, I must settle for their memories.” Toriel scooted her chair in. “I think it’s time for bed.”
Josephine nodded, and joined her in standing up and scooting her chair in. “Thank you,” she said. “For what you and your husband are doing. I know we haven’t seemed entirely grateful, but we are. This whole situation is just very stressful. It’s hard to believe all this happened just because Frisk wanted to go exploring at night.” She sighed. “If it had been the other resort, she would have been fine. We should have gone to the other one, but the one we picked had a discount.” She closed her eyes. “I traded my daughter’s childhood for a discount.” She shook her head. “I’m sorry. Like I said, we are grateful. Without you, we’d be dead right now.”
“That’s not true. Sans would be watching you extra close, tempers would be very high, but he would not have left you.” Toriel smiled. “He’s a good monster, him and his brother. You’ll see.”
“Yes. I hope so.” Josephine smiled at Toriel. “Not only do you take care of us, you even share your time and words with us. Thank you, Toriel.”
Surface . . .
Doctor Curtis looked at the barrier. She should have been forced to come up by now. “I want ten men to go down there. No more, no less.”
The man in charge looked at Doctor Curtis like he was on something. “You want my men to go through the torch?”
“Their human. It’s designed to let humans survive,” Doctor Curtis said. He watched as ten men went into the barrier and waited.
There was a terrible scream and several pitches of worry coming from the hole. “Ask if they see anything.”
“Are you mad?! Hello, hello?!” The man in charge was trying to hear from them. “Screw it, pack this up! No amount of money is worth my men’s lives.”
“It’s worth two of them,” Doctor Curtis said. “In a typical group of ten souls, two will come back to the beginning, with one being sacrificed to the torch each way. Their lives are inconsequential though, and I can bring them back later.” Still, no go. “Fine, but they made it to the other side of the torch. The only way out is to go through it again.” He folded his arms. “In the meantime, they are bound to find out what happened to Frisk Carlisle.”
“Man, that was screwed up,” one of the men said that went through the torch. Their job was in no way, shape, or form to have ended up in that situation. Safe? Ha! They just watched one of their men get burned to death, screaming on the other side, never making it through. Humans were supposed to survive a torch, it was the reason for it in the first place.
Not everything was designed to be equal though. If it was supposed to be used to incapacitate someone, then it would be a little more dangerous. If the person it needed to incapacitate had a strong soul though, it became downright deadly for weaker souls.
Still, if it was dangerous, their boss should have let them know about it!
Their families. Their homes. Seeing what happened, they knew what would happen if they went through again. One of them would be killed. They each kept going in the opposite directions. There was nothing but charred up remains of objects here and there so burned up, they couldn’t tell what anything had been. Even a bridge area that was probably covered in water had burned to hot to survive as anything but barren land.
Farther and farther. Some parts to a lab survived, the general ruins, but nothing inside was any good. Still, they continued onward. The only other option was to go back through the torch, and sacrifice one of them. Before they stooped to that, they kept going until they saw the end of the barrier.
When they reached the end, there was daylight. They were high on a cliff, with daylight. “Damn it,” one of them said as they all felt immense relief. “This is the one time I’m happy to see a barrier containing monsters gone!”
They would each reach out to their boss, before quitting their job and suing him for every penny he had.
Curtis stared at the other side of where the barrier should have been. It was where the survivors had come out in that ‘terrible mixup’ on how strong the torch had been. They made it through to the end, and it was obvious where his Frisk was now at. With the monsters. Anything to survive. He looked out at the great, deep area. They would set up camera and film. If any monster decided to come back to where their old home had once been, he would have them.
In the meantime, the monsters were out there. Somewhere.