Walking around the Monster Kingdom. Frisk did what she could to feel better. Knowing she’d never see anyone she ever knew again wasn’t easy to be happy about. Knowing her mother had chosen to become a part of the shattered to try and help also didn’t help. Alone. Feeling downright sick and a part of her wishing she’d been erased like everyone else. She kept it together as best she could, for Sans.
She wasn’t alone in her newfound misery. She still had one other. “I never knew the Monster Kingdom was this close to the beach. The oceans pretty.”
“Yeah,” Sans said simply. His choice for words had been as many as her. The usually silly comedian hardly had much to say. When he did, he tried to stay positive, but usually turned negative, then gave a quick sorry. Without his brother being there anymore, ever, it would also take it’s toll. “Pretty.”
They’d been out for a few hours, neither of them exactly ready to go to their new home. While Frisk felt gracious to Gaster and Blaster for helping them out, when they went ‘home’. It felt like . . . like that was really it. Like they signed, sealed and delivered the deal. They couldn’t stay out forever though.
“You ready?” Sans asked simply.
Of course not. Frisk nodded politely. She felt Sans arm around her as he tugged her to walk with him. He’d been doing that all day. Sweetest monster alive, or the loneliest. Frisk didn’t know, and she didn’t question. He felt like her lifeline. The last of her connection to the real world. A real world that was no longer real. No longer existed.
Sans had already been given directions which way the place had been. It was no surprise it wasn’t too far from the castle. Yet, Frisk stopped as Sans cursed a second.
“How in the?” Sans touched in front of him. His hand couldn’t proceed at first, but then it pushed through.
“Was the setting too high, brother?!”
Impossible. Frisk just stared, her mouth hung open. Papyrus?
“Papyrus!” She felt her whole body get whipped right along with Sans, running straight toward him. “How the hell?!”
“Frisk’s mother,” Gaster said as he came out the door. “Where have you been? We’ve been waiting. You standing around out there at all hours isn’t healthy you know. We have clean clothes, clean bedding-”
“Papyrus!” Sans let go of Frisk’s hand as he held his brother just as tight as he was held.
A minute. Sans only let go for her a minute. While her mind wanted to wrap around the fact that they weren’t alone to come back, and that Sans would be okay with his brother again? She looked at her hand. She wanted Sans to hold it again. She wanted someone from her time to hold it again. ‘Cause then, it existed. In some form. With someone else who remembered it.
But he wasn’t coming back to it.
He found the only thing he needed to be happy, and it had nothing to do with her. She tried to smile, but it was strained. It’s all really gone. She went past Gaster into the house. She couldn’t handle a welcome yet. How terrible have I become? I’m not the world. I don’t even feel apart of it anymore.
“Hey PG, why so glum?” Blaster came over from the kitchen toward her. He pulled her into a little hug. “I hate glum people. Cheer up.”
“What are you doing holding her?!”
Frisk was surprised to hear Sans’ voice behind her. Almost instantly, she felt Sans comforting grasp, clinging hard to her hand and pulling her away, almost toward him.
“It’s called comfort?” Blaster said. “She was almost my future Niece-In-Law. What, I can’t comfort my own almost family?”
Frisk didn’t hear Sans answer him back. Instead, he answered her. “Anyway, Beautiful, Papyrus made it through thanks to your mom again.” He patted his brother’s back. “She’s . . . she was a pretty good almost Mom-In-Law.”
“Smart but sweet. Determined but compassionate,” Frisk agreed, her eyes starting to brim with tears again. “Even shattered, she never lost that.”
“No. It’s because she chose to shatter, she must have kept it,” Papyrus said. “Now, now.” He came over and gave Frisk a hug. “It will all be fine somehow. We’ll get through this, we have each other! And we must be thankful for that. Plus! I still had a barrier I had been working on in my coat. I put it up around the house so far. Many improvements, but if they attack in the meantime, at least we have a small area of safety. Which is by no means that small.”
“Yeah, this place is huge,” Blaster agreed. “It used to hold over 100 relatives.” His voice softened. “Most of them went away for war. The ones that did, never came back. So, a lot never made it back. We ready to eat yet?” He looked toward Gaster. “Your kids made it back, Dadster Gaster, can we move on with dinner yet?”
“I have already found the location of the future lab. My equipping magic location indicator picked up the extra waves coming from the displaced object,” Gaster said as he continued to eat his own fish meal. “They aren’t coming out in full force yet. I did sneak in and gain some supplies, but it seems Doctor Void has his own mess to clean up.”
“Yeah,” Blaster agreed. “Turns out a lot of his scientists aren’t following his plans. They all thought it was some kind of time travel that would happen,” he said as he took another bite of his own meal. Beans, nuts and fish. “Boy oh boy, new nephews and Lost Girl, you want to talk about a show stopper? They just realized what you already knew. Home is gone. They traded everything for the ‘now’ to make their green world. They don’t see green though, they are seeing red.”
“Serves them all right,” Papyrus said as he poked at his fish. “Getting involved in that place, they each should have known the risk.”
“Yeah. So getting stuff is real easy,” Blaster said. “Gaster’s already fixing up another one of those barriers that’ll fit around the main kingdom area. While we can’t exactly hide from the new folk’s tech forever, humans don’t live forever. They’ll eventually all die out and the humans of today have no chance of penetrating our defenses. In other words-”
“Stay behind the barrier bubble we create,” Gaster said as he looked toward Frisk. “Especially you. You are a fragile human, siding with monsters. If we are found and you are outside of protection, disastrous things could befall you.”
“Yeah, and we ain’t nowhere near your momma,” Blaster said to Frisk. “She’s shattered and powerful but her heart chose the location above and below that mountain to stay to watch you over time. Can’t get everything.”
“I know,” Frisk agreed. “Momma isn’t satellite TV.” It wasn’t funny. It was terrible to say that. It was more spot on to Sans’ weird humor moods that made him feel better.
“She’s just basic cable.” Yes. Spot on his weird humor. Why did she feel compelled to do that?
“I think the human needs some rest,” Papyrus said as he looked toward Frisk.
“I’ll help her to bed,” Blaster said standing up.
“I’ll help her to bed,” Sans corrected him, standing up first. He felt a tug from Papyrus telepathically. What?
Uncle Blaster likes Frisk and he isn’t afraid to show it, Sans. You should tell her how you feel, before he does.
“Come on, Frisk, our room – I mean your room- should just be upstairs.” Sans tugged her up gently. “A nap would do you good.” It doesn’t matter, she wouldn’t be into him, Papyrus.
How do you know that? Plus, she just lost everything. She’s very confused and depressed. Clingy. Clinginess can cause great regret.
Yeah, it can, and I won’t use that to gain her either. He walked up the stairs with Frisk.
Alright, Brother. But you confessed how you felt about Frisk when you were considering her your Step Auntie. Don’t let the real thing happen.
“Don’t even know the rooms yet yourself, New Nephew!” Blaster laughed as he pointed up stairs and came back over to sit down. “Sans is fun.”
“I told you not to press them,” Gaster scolded him. He looked toward Papyrus. “Don’t worry about him, he’s not seriously after Frisk.”
“What?” Papyrus asked. “Why do you even care? You just met them.”
“Life sucks. But sometimes, life sucks harder if you don’t make it balance.” Blaster bit back into his fish burrito. “I don’t know if they need to bump some alpargatas together or not.”
“What?” Papyrus was still confused. What strange phrase was he trying to say?
“The human moistening his dry bones,” Blaster said again. “Ow!”
Gaster had kicked him below the table. “Be nicer.” Gaster pulled a machine off his counter and placed it on the table. The screen was lit up blue. He put in some coordinates and red started to occur.
“X-ray porn,” Blaster said. “I don’t think it will catch on.”
Gaster slapped his own skull, and then pointed back to the screen. “I am checking on Frisk’s health. Blue is normal activity, and green is more of a soul activity. She has red bursting in the middle.” He turned it back off and placed it on the counter. “The wills are still inside of her. Their level of intellect or actual consciousness of the situation would have them glowing more of a pink. They cannot communicate at all.”
“Red? So kind of dead will?” Blaster asked. “Probably.”
“I don’t want to hear this anymore.” Papyrus pushed his food away. He had started to grow fond of the other half of his nephews. They were good, decent, and deserved to live just like everyone else. Yet, he shouldn’t say that over the meal, so he thought of something else. “The human is sad and being kind. Your food is not gentle on her stomach.”
“It’s all natural,” Gaster said.
“Yeah. I made it myself,” Blaster criticized Papyrus. “You don’t think my food’s safe?”
“I’m saying a barbecuish tortilla with fish isn’t what she is used to,” Papyrus said.
“Aw, you’re just mad that your whole existence was wiped out,” Blaster remarked. “Don’t take it out on my food. I cook real good food. Only one who makes fun of my food is Gaster.” Blaster crossed his arms. “And even he watches it because I am an awesome cook. I’m gonna make a restaurant one day, just you watch. I mean. As long as I don’t die.”
“You aren’t going to die!” Gaster yelled at him. “Stop worrying, we know what’s coming, and I won’t let anything happen to you. You are staying safely behind barriers just as Frisk is.” He bit into his food. “After that, we’ll kill the humans that are a threat.”
“Kill them?” Papyrus complained. “No, no, no. We do not kill.”
“Uh, yes, yes, yes. We do kill,” Blaster corrected him. “This ain’t no time for wishy washiness. We gonna smoke ’em with their own technology.”
“True. We can’t fight human souls,” Gaster agreed. “However, their fragile system in their body can be destroyed with airborne corruption so very easily.”
“We don’t want to hurt the planet, or get anybody else sick that don’t need to pay,” Blaster said. “But we sure as hell are gonna fry them up. It’s also gotta be short lasting too. Won’t do to fry up that many humans and just leave them there to waste away.”
Papyrus’ mouth just dropped. “You can’t eat humans! That is just . . .” Saying barbaric would not be the right choice of words. He was hundreds of years into the past. Eating humans who died actually happened. “Human carcass is terrible. Get the core working, and we can eat food that will have no waste left after digestion.”
“Eh. I heard it’s terrible,” Gaster agreed. “Also separating food from foul, beast, human and fish would be tricky in our cooling system. Frisk would feel ghastly if she accidentally ate human.”
“Quite. Yes.” Papyrus would too.
“The core is still a ways off. Meanwhile, food is getting more scarce. All we got is our crops, the ocean, but the majority of meat is being gated by the humans,” Blaster complained. “Go break a gate and you get too close to human women, children, and the elderly that didn’t go to war. They are already super jumpy, and I don’t want to be responsible for accidentally escalating the war even more.” He slouched back in his chair. “We’re geniuses so we got out of it, but something stupid like that and we’d have to suit up.”
“Yes. For some pheasant or quail, it’s not worth it,” Gaster agreed. “I don’t want to fight. It’s not what I’m good at.”
“Then the core. We can work on it. Oh?! I will work on it with you!” Papyrus said, realizing something important. “I could help my dad work on the core! We could work together on a project!” He stood up. “A father/son team!”
Gaster shirked back slightly. “Eh? Oh.”
Blaster just chuckled.
Frisk’s Room . . .
“Not the nicest view, but it’s not too bad.” Sans turned and looked at Frisk, sitting on the bed. “There’s something I got to tell ya.” Frisk moved to curling up on the bed. He moved toward her side. “Because you had wills inside of you, it kind of jumbled up the whole balancing thing.” Frisk just stayed still. “You and your other self-”
“I don’t want to hear about her!” Frisk grabbed her pillow and threw it over her head. Hay fell out of it making her sneeze cutely. Something she didn’t want to be at the moment. “She ended up with everything. With Flowey. With my children. I end up losing everything to be sent in the past for no reason at all. Not in particular, not for being anyone else.” That wasn’t balanced. That wasn’t fair.
She felt the pillow being lifted off her head. She sneezed again.
“Hey? I thought it was okay news,” Sans told her, moving the pillow away again. She sneezed again. “You allergic to hay, you definitely in the wrong time.”
Frisk sat up more slightly, feeling him edge closer. She flopped her head onto his shoulder before she even realized she was doing it. “What is it?”
“Other Frisk got the babies,” Sans said. “Yours. It was a one way deal to choose a timeline. If they had gone with you, they’d be dead. That would have made us even sadder.”
Not the best news. It was something. The other part of me. But her mom couldn’t help her anymore. At least they weren’t dead through the process of the travel backwards. “That’s. Something.”
“Tori and Asgore,” Sans said. “You’re right. Everyone’s prepared though, the humans don’t stand a chance. But? It don’t mean everything stays gone. Time moves. The little monster kids now will have kids. Humans will have kids. Your mom and dad will eventually be born. I’ll be born with Papyrus, guarantee that.” He patted her back lightly with little circles. “Everything circle’s back round, keeping it all complete.”
“But we’ll never see it,” Frisk said softly. “Our future will one day exist, but we’ll never see it.”
“Wrong. It’s here. It’s now,” Sans said. “My dad, my Uncle, and my bro. I never imagined it. We still have Tori and Asgore. This time, Asgore isn’t gonna go nuts. Heck, when they have their kids . . .” He shrugged. “Don’t worry. Was at least a hundred years away. We’ll be dead. I suck at comfort talk. Point being. New future. New beginning-o, you know? So.”
“Yeah.” New future. She lifted her head off of his shoulder. “Sorry about that.”
“No worries. I don’t mind a little Frisk time on my shoulder,” he joked. “I’ll see you in the morning.” She nodded and watched him walk away, only to turn back again.
“Frisk. Um?” He jiggled his jacket. “Uh.” He scratched the top of his skull like he wanted to say something. “There anything else you-”
“Will you stay here?” Frisk asked him. “I don’t want to face the night alone after all this. I’d rather have you beside me again.”
He blew out air somehow. “Yeah, no problem. You bet.” He came over to the bed and tried to squeeze in. “Wasn’t looking forward to the first night either.” He lied down and Frisk hugged his side. She didn’t even care how that might appear to him. Her determination was waning, and she needed support. She was getting it from Sans’ presence as much as she could. Tomorrow, she would be the reliant and determined Frisk she’d always been. For that night? She just wanted to be held.
The Lab . . .
“Tell us how to get back!” A woman grabbed Doctor Void’s lapels jerking him forward. He was already tied up, and soon he would be in a cell. “I need to get back home to my family!”
“They don’t exist,” he simply said again. “We’ve reached our ultimate goal. We need to go out and get as many boss monsters as possible that the lab can handle. Then, we can raise the little ones. Start the process. By the time our time rolls around again, we will have our green paradise. This is what we all agreed to.”
“No. No,” another scientist yelled. “It’s not true! It was supposed to be fueling some kind of time travel. That’s what you said!”
“How else would you come?” Doctor Void asked. “This is terrible. We are at the precipice of the change. If only someone hadn’t turned the dial up on the abnormality.”
“The shattered speaks.” A woman with long red hair pushed him “To get back home, we know what we need.”
“That’s not the way it works.” Doctor Void tried to free his legs. “Let me go. Accept this. We have the technology and the time to get this done right for our future.”
“For our future? I left my six month old and my three year old for a sanitation job!” Another man yelled from behind the woman. “I am getting home to them, one way or another.”
“They don’t exist. Nothing exists.”
“Not according to the shattered.” The woman with long red hair went and turned up the sound even higher. “It says there is a way back home, through a machine called the core up here.” The messaging fizzled. “It insists we only went through time travel, and we can get back home. This isn’t a reset.” The message continued to fizzle. “If we collect the boss monsters?”
“There. It agrees,” Doctor Void insisted. “Collect the monsters.”
“Why would collecting the monsters lead us home, when you said previously we could never get back?” The woman with long red hair pushed him again. “I don’t trust you.” She looked at another man, right across from her. “Doctor Curtis, what do you think we should do?”
“Doctor Void is completely all this way out from his time, and still gungho about the process without considering the loss of his world,” Doctor Curtis answered. “I would take that to mean he has excess determination. If this is the case, we can lock him away into the extractor. We should then determine where the core is, and use it’s magical and technological strength to amplify it.”
“What? No!” Doctor Void yelled. “No, you can’t do that! I’m the creator of the green paradise! Me, me!”
“Everyone get to your stations. In this era, we are looking for something quite specific. Margot?” Doctor Curtis gestured to the woman in long red hair. “Use you powers to help, Maplethorpe.”
“It’s not Maplethorpe.” She didn’t correct him though. His tongue couldn’t pronounce her family’s name. If only Dodingo were here. Her brother would set them all straight. Right now though, he didn’t even exist. There was no way to go back into time and change what had happened. She had been in such deep undercover nearly five years straight now. Trying to find a way to free the monsters that had been used as experiments.
Only to end up in the past. While a part of her yearned for the future back, she knew she had a new opportunity. To make sure the monsters were never taken in the first place. I’ll use my powers to help alright. The only way she knew how. She got behind the machine’s computer, and held her fingers out at length. Hiding behind the keyboard, no one saw the light flames coming from her tips, that were also causing a misfire of error buttons being pushed.
So that she could attach some information to the core itself.
She would be using full magic, with the humans beaming whatever information she was dictating to them. There was no wifi or internet in that time, reaching out with her own power was the only way to find it. “This might take several days, people. Get the barrier up on the entrance. We don’t want any medieval humans coming in because they think were sorcerers.”
The Next Day
“Ooh, it’s PG. Hey, PG.”
Frisk watched Blaster come toward her. “Hello, Blaster.” So far, she’d been sitting around, doing nothing. She wanted to at least grab something to help clean, but Gaster didn’t want her to. There were still many skeletons that would one day come home, and he didn’t want them suspicious of her before they got to know her.
“Where’s Sans?” He asked as he leaned over the couch, not very far from her.
“Out with Papyrus and his dad,” Frisk said. He should know that. “They’re fishing. Papyrus wanted to go fishing today.”
“Ah.” Blaster kind of hopped onto the couch. “Great. So? Welcome to our abode. I didn’t get much of a chance to talk to you yesterday.”
Yesterday was a day from hell. Frisk shrugged. “Didn’t miss much.”
“Oh, I think I did. I think I missed a lot,” Blaster said. “Me dying caused poor Gaster too much pain. He died by his own creation. That creation led others to survive. Until you came blasting along. Then you had to pay and had kids. Then Sans separated you. Then you were getting used to a new life with Sans, little monsters, and pregnancy along with your family. Then you realized your mom was actually the person Sans thought was Gaster all his life, and now you’re here. Changing history.”
“Thousands of monsters will live. I know.” She should at least try to smile about that.
“Yeah, but to you, it murdered your future.” Blaster sat closer. Strange. She could feel a lot of Sans and her son in him. Different traits. Different monsters. “But to me, it saved me. I figure I owe you a little. You want some fish?”
Frisk looked at the fish in his hand. Not even cooked yet. “I’m fine.”
“We can take it outside and cook it. I know your tastebuds can’t handle raw things. Come on.” He stood up and took her hand. “I got a setup just outside. One of my favorites.” He didn’t let go of her hand once she got off the couch. “So my other nephew said my fish and flatbread bean nut combo didn’t agree with your tummy. Let’s see if I can do better for you.”
Outside, Frisk sat down. There was a plate already next to her.
“So?” Blaster set some set-up sticks on fire underneath a steel looking beam of fish. “I bet things are different around here for you. I bet things got different up above too, huh? That double timeline wasn’t a blast?”
“The double timeline was just fine,” Frisk said a little bitterly. No. Not down that road. “It was different. It was fine.”
“Yeah? I bet it wasn’t that great.” He pulled off the fish and sat down next to her. “Got tied together into fate with the only purpose of correcting a past. Never got a chance to just hang out. Meet someone different.”
“I met different people.” She wasn’t confined. Okay, she had been, but she still met different people. “I tried to marry someone. For my children,” she said softly.
“Not for you though,” Blaster said as he handed her some fish. “Meet someone to just hang out with. Didn’t you ever do that?”
Frisk smirked. Hang out with? “Sans and I . . . hung out,” she said. “We were sort of forced, but it wasn’t the same.” It didn’t feel like it. Sometimes it did, but he felt like she’d want to hang around him no matter what.
“Ah. I see. Darn it.” He took a bite of his own fish. “I was hoping I could comfort you and me. I haven’t had anyone since this whole stupid war started just because of a little monster and Asgore. And you? You looked like you could use a little physically magical bit of good time too. Nothing relationship stressful, just some relaxing endorphins pulsing through your body.”
Well? At least he was honest. “Not even remotely interested.
“Yeah, I get it. You’re all into Sans.” He shrugged. “One day the girls’ll come back.” He blew on his fish. “It feels weird knowing you’re supposed to die.”
“Yeah.” Frisk knew that feeling. She watched as he handed her another piece of fish. “I’m good.”
“Come on?” He joked. “Who doesn’t eat a second fish on a date?”
Oh. Ha. “I guess I can be the first with you?”
“Well, you can’t say I didn’t warn you, Sans.”
Hm? Papyrus’ voice. Frisk turned and saw Gaster, Papyrus and Sans. All holding some fish. Papyrus was wearing an old hat with a fishing rod. He must have been deliriously happy spending time with his father. Gaster was carrying a basket of fish, while Sans was just staring at her. Just. Staring. She shirked back.
“You’re. You.” Sans pointed at Blaster. “You said you were spending the day at Flameboys.”
“Came back early. Caught Frisk awake. Had fish,” Blaster said.
“I wasn’t dating, it was . . .” Why did she feel so flustered? It wasn’t like Sans was even tied to her at all. Time went backwards, there was nothing that should be between them forcing them together. Maybe it was just her future self feeling a sense of responsibility? Still, that look. The feeling. “I dated Papyrus once?” No, that wasn’t it!
“Whoah!” Blaster laughed. “Never guessed that one. Are you sweet on Papyrus?”
“No!” Frisk buried her head. Now Papyrus probably felt bad. What was up with her? She watched as Sans tugged Blaster’s jacket, making him sort of ‘stand up’ instantly, and walk away.
Sans magically shoved Blaster against the other side of the house. “What do you think you’re doing, trying to date that human now?” Not cool! Juleyard was gone. Al was gone. Jewel. Sunburst. Her dad. Her whole future. Her mom was shattered. “You are not messing with my human right now, of all times. You got that, Uncle Blaster?”
Blaster pulled himself away from being pinned up on the side. He dusted his sleeves. “Wow. Jealous much?”
“What?” Sans griped.
Blaster shoved his hands behind his head. “She laughed and smiled with me. She even flirted with me. Mister ‘I was once her kids’ father’ didn’t like that. Why is that?” He put his hands in his pockets. “You feel like you still own her, or you feel like you actually like her for her?”
Sans didn’t know if he wanted to stay, or thrust his Uncle back at the wall again.
“This is a war-torn world, Nephew Sans.” Blaster pulled his hands out of his pockets and straightened back up. “You never know when that morning will come that the humans finally come charging up. If the monsters you grew up with are coming back next month for a switch up, or you’ll never see them again. If that brave girl you loved is out battling and gets your next letter. That’s my reality,” he said. “Welcome to it.”
“You think I haven’t gone through my own shit?” The nerve. “I didn’t have it much better.”
“You didn’t have it the same way, or you wouldn’t be doing this. You wouldn’t waste time.” He moved closer to Sans, almost even faster than Sans could track him. “You don’t just say ‘hey, how you doing?’ when your friend gets back for a bit. You take them out all day, buy them anything they want, and say anything that’s been on your mind. ‘Cause there might not be a next time. And that special girl?” He poked Sans in the chest. “Next time you see her? You don’t just take her out for a burger and awkwardly deal with the fact you like her. You give it everything you got! You tell her how you felt! You tell her in the letter, and if you ever see her face to face, then damn it you better do what you can with her when you can!” He backed off. “She won’t be there next time. And everyone else will just be filler. And you just hope that one day you’ll find someone like her. But you never do, and you just die.”
” . . .” Sans rubbed his chin bone. So far, Blaster hadn’t acted like he knew or cared much about anything except his own death. “She lost everything,” Sans said. “Now isn’t the time to march up to her and admit how . . .”
“Nah. Let her feel alone in this world. Let her think nobody loves her, and that everyone’s just putting up with her.” Blaster shoved his fish in Sans’ hand, and then went away.
“I can’t believe you are doing something so stupid,” Gaster breathed at Blaster as he came back toward him. Blaster shrugged, grabbed the fish basket and went inside. Gaster tagged his brother along inside. “Don’t just walk away! I told you to leave the human alone!”
“Couldn’t.” Blaster looked back toward the door. Not seeing Papyrus, he continued. “If it looks like a herring, acts like a herring, and tastes like a herring? It’s not cod.” He shoved some of the royalty notes in front of Gaster. “I don’t know how the first little monsters of theirs tasted, but according to this, they didn’t act or look like they were forgotten.”
Gaster looked closely at the notes.
“Double timeline was destroyed. They were brought over same way as everyone else. Why weren’t they forgotten?” Blaster watched Papyrus come in. “Hey, Nephew? Fishing with your dad fun?”
Gaster stared at the notes. The second set had not been split, it made sense they only went with one Frisk though. Gaster had his focus more on what to do to keep the humans from invading them, more than just that detail. That is what is so great about him. Gaster saw a big picture, while Blaster saw the smaller things. Such a tiny detail of life that didn’t matter to many, but them. The children. The mixed-up with double willed children? They haven’t been born yet.
Jule and Yard. Sunburst and Al. They weren’t just typical kids.
They were the unseen shattered.