Would That Make You Happy?

Frisk is your child, the result of a teen pregnancy, but they've always been told that you're their older sister. In an effort to get away from your own abusive mother, the two of you end up falling into the Underground, where Sans is startled by this abrupt change in what had become a predictable pattern of events. Maybe your presence is what is needed to stop the endless cycle of Resets.

After many struggles, both internal and external, you and your found family reach the surface, only to face even more difficulties from the society you weren't sure you'd ever see again. You meet new friends and encounter people from your past, though for good or ill, you're not sure. Sometimes it's difficult to tell kindness from cunning.

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21. A New Houseguest

Two questions immediately form in your mind. You waste no time in voicing both of them. "What do you mean her house burnt down and what is she doing here?"

Sans is at your side before you notice him there, hands clenched into fists at his sides. "bro, what were you thinking, taking frisk to undyne's?" he asks, surprisingly stern. You're reassured by his presence. "do you realize how bad that could have gone?"

Frisk tries to protest as you pry their arms off of you and move yourself bodily between them and Undyne. You and Sans close the gap between you, forming a protective barrier. The fish-monster frowns, still staring elsewhere. Papyrus wrings his gloved hands, looking between the two of you as nervous sweat springs up on the side of his skull.

"Mom—"

"Papyrus!" you snap, in what you think might be your 'mom voice'. It makes Undyne finally look at you, her eye narrowing. 

"bro, c'mon," Sans says, sighing.

"AH, YOU SEE... I TOOK FRISK TO GO SEE UNDYNE, BECAUSE SHE'S MY FRIEND! AND I KNEW THAT IF ONLY THEY HAD THE CHANCE, THEY COULD BE GOOD FRIENDS, TOO." He starts to wither under your furious stare. "BUT I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WAS RIGHT! THEY WERE HAVING A VERY PLEASANT TIME, AT LEAST UNTIL THE KITCHEN CAUGHT FIRE. AND THEN THE REST OF THE HOUSE. AND IT WAS PARTIALLY MY FAULT, SO I TOLD UNDYNE SHE SHOULD COME STAY HERE WITH US!"

"Papyrus I told you this was a bad idea," Undyne says, going to his side and patting his arm. She's still glaring at you. Instead of feeling guilty for upsetting Papyrus, you're more pissed off that she's acting like she's comforting him because of you. "I'm sure I can talk Alphys into letting me stay with her."

"Good," you mutter under your breath.

"maybe that's for the best," Sans adds.

"BUT UNDYNE, YOU HATE HOTLAND!"

"Well, I'm clearly not wanted here," Undyne says.

"Moooom!" Frisk protests, the 'o' sound rising and falling in a long, drawn-out whine. You grit your teeth. "You shouldn't be so mad at Undyne."

"I have every right to be mad with her! She tried to kill us! Yesterday!"

"But she said she was sorry. She apologized to me and everything," Frisk says, tugging on the back of your blouse.

"HUMAN, WHILE I UNDERSTAND YOUR CONCERN, I MUST PROTEST." Papyrus is looking oddly serious, reminding you of his behavior that morning. "UNDYNE IS MY FRIEND, AND SHE IS IN NEED OF MY ASSISTANCE. IF YOUR PLACES WERE REVERSED, I WOULD DO THE SAME FOR YOU. AND, WELL, THIS IS MY HOUSE AND IT IS WITHIN MY RIGHT TO OFFER IT TO UNDYNE, JUST LIKE I OFFERED IT TO YOU WHEN YOU NEEDED OUR HELP."

You aren't sure what to say to that. He's not wrong, but the thought of Undyne staying in the same house as you and Frisk just sends your blood pressure skyrocketing. You're fumbling for some other argument, aside from 'she tried to kill us' since you've already used that. As you search for the words that don't come, you feel another hand on your back. Glancing over, you see Sans looking up at you, a question in his eyes. You feel his support slowly slipping away.

"bro's got a point," he says, shrugging. "trust me, i know how you feel. but i've got a feeling that if you talk to her, you guys might come to some kind of understanding."

Betrayal bites deep, looking down at Sans. Him too? "How can you be okay with this?" you hiss, feeling more angry than rational. "Especially after earlier." You look pointedly at the table, and you see Sans flinch.

"if she still wanted to kill you, she wouldn't be wasting time on being nice to frisk. undyne is many things, but she's not subtle," he says, trying to make you understand. But you don't want to understand. The kind way he's speaking just pisses you off. Why doesn't anyone else but Undyne see what a terrible idea this is?

The sudden sound of Undyne's roaring laughter catches you off guard. She rolls her shoulders, grinning at you. "Well, Sans isn't wrong!" she says, laughing a bit more. "Trust me, if I still wanted to kill you, you'd know it! But I meant what I said when I gave up on fighting you yesterday, and I'm not going back on my word to Papyrus." She flings her arm across Papyrus's shoulders, pulling him off-balance and digging her knuckles into his skull.

"AHH, UNDYNE! PLEASE DO NOT NOOGIE ME!" he cries, struggling but hopelessly caught in Undyne's grip.

"Look," she says to you, releasing the skeleton. He takes a step away from her with a nervous look. "I get it. If you don't like me, I understand. But I won't do anything to upset this doofus," she jerks a thumb at Papyrus, "and that means being friendly with you two weenies."

Frisk giggles from behind you. Undyne smiles at the sound, and you feel a little bit of your fire start to sputter out.

"So if you don't want me to stay, I respect that. Just say the word. But do you really want to disappoint Papyrus?" She gives you an accusing look, challenging you.

Papyrus has a pleading look on his face. Frisk is making a high-pitched whine. Sans sighs and shrugs his shoulders. Undyne just waits.

You're honestly feeling a bit attacked right now. With a frustrated sigh you feel the last remnants of your resolve fracture into tiny bits and scatter to the wind. "Fine. I know when I'm beaten," you blurt out, shaking your head and scowling. 

You look at Sans and he gives you a small smile of thanks. With your anger and shock diminished, your thoughts turn to just minutes earlier, and you're glad that you didn't make things worse for Sans.

"OH EXCELLENT, I'M SO HAPPY!" Papyrus exclaims, and Frisk lets out a high-pitched cheer. "IT'LL BE JUST LIKE A SLEEPOVER!"

Undyne flexes her arm, grinning and punching Papyrus in the shoulder. The skeleton's grin turns to a wince.

"hey bro, so where is undyne gonna sleep?" Sans asks.

"WELL, FRISK AND I AGREED THAT THEY WOULD STAY WITH ME! MY BED IS MORE THAN BIG ENOUGH FOR THE TWO OF US. AND I DON'T SEE WHY YOUR GIRLFRIEND CAN'T STAY IN YOUR ROOM." Papyrus gives his brother a sly look, and you hear Sans splutter next to you.

"h-hey, now, i dunno if that's a good idea... you can't just make those kinds of assumptions for her," Sans says, his voice sounding a little higher than normal. You look over at him and he's blushing blue. He ducks part of his face into the fluff of his hoodie.

"WAIT hold on a second!" Undyne's eyebrows shooting up. "Sans. This human is your girlfriend?"

"OH YES! THEY HAD ALL THIS TIME ALONE TOGETHER. I CAN ONLY IMAGINE WHAT SORT OF SALACIOUS ACTIVITIES THEY WERE GETTING UP TO. NYEH HEH HEH!" You're starting to feel your own face start to turn beet red as Papyrus gives a knowing wink (again, saying 'wink' in a high voice as he does it).

"Mom, what does 'salacious' mean?" Frisk asks, with the kind of innocence only a child can muster.

You feel your sins crawling on your back.

"hey kiddo, why don't you go change into some clean clothes, huh?" Sans blurts out, giving an awkward laugh. He gives Frisk a nudge. "maybe go take a shower before dinner? get that smoke smell off of you?"

Frisk makes an annoyed sound. "Mom do I have to?"

Papyrus looks confused. Undyne's lips are twitching, and it looks like she's trying not to laugh.

"Yes sweetie." You turn to put your hand between their shoulders, pushing them towards the stairs. "Go on."

Frisk takes a few steps, then casts a suspicious look at you over their shoulder. "You just want to talk about something without me listening."

"Yes. Now go."

Frisk stomps up the steps, letting out a loud groan of annoyance but doing as they're told.

Sans clears his throat, glancing up at you and then away. "you don't have to stay with—"

"I want to," you blurt out, interrupting him. Your face feels even hotter than before. "If that's okay with you."

Sans's eyes widen slightly as he looks up at you, blue spreading across more of his face. He gives a little nod, shrugging his shoulders to hide his face in his jacket for a moment. "yeah, of course," he mumbles.

"OH MY GOD! You two are such DORKS!" Undyne roars, howling with laughter.

You're seriously starting to rethink your decision.

With the house nearly full to the brim with people, it's hard to find a moment alone with Sans. It doesn't help that he seems to be avoiding any space that isn't occupied by at least one other person, probably for the sole purpose of making sure you can't question him. Even worse, he's going out of his way to crack even more jokes than usual, going so far as to drive Papyrus into a fit of shrieking.

It takes a few minutes for him to calm down again, after much coaxing from Undyne. You never would have thought that she was capable of being so kind with Papyrus, though your knowledge of the fish-monster is rather limited. You imagine she must have to do this often, judging from the practiced way she puts herself between the brothers and casts Sans an annoyed glare. Sans just gives her a big, wide grin, chuckling as he slouches on the couch next to you.

You don't like this. You can't get the image of him with his face in his hands, sobbing, out of your head. He's not okay. But he keeps acting like he's just fine. How long has he been doing this? Long enough to be a master of it, at least. You hope he trusts you enough to tell you what's wrong.

Sans looks at you, raising an eyebrow as he slips his fingers between yours. You let him, but feel your frown deepen. With Undyne and Papyrus distracted, he leans closer to you. "stop looking at me like that. i'm fine," he murmurs.

"You're not fine," you hiss.

"babe, let's not do this right now," he says, giving you a frustrated look.

"Fine," you say, voice flat. You take back your hand and stand from the couch, ignoring the startled look on Sans's face. "I'm going to go start cooking dinner," you say, loud enough for everyone to hear you.

You don't bother waiting for a response before leaving the room.

You're being unreasonable, you know, but you're having trouble caring. You're frustrated, worried, and trying to adjust to the fact that the woman who just tried to kill you yesterday is now one of your new temporary housemates. What had happened to your life?

Pulling ingredients out from the fridge (you actually use it to store things other than numerous containers of spaghetti now) you nearly squash a tomato on accident as you move it out of your way. Grimacing to yourself, you remind yourself to be more gentle with the rest of the produce.

Normally Sans would be keeping you company in the kitchen, or Frisk. But everyone else is out in the living room, and you're in here alone. Their voices carry through the small house, but suddenly you're struck with a familiar sense of loneliness. But you have no one to blame but yourself. You came in here, you're the one that snapped at Sans just for doing his best at his way of coping with whatever's wrong... 

You let out a frustrated sigh and get to work on dinner, letting your mind empty as you focus on the task at hand. This is better. You pour a dollop of oil into a frying pan and turn on the heat as you slice up some strips of chicken (you're fairly certain it's chicken).

"So, what's cooking?"

You jump, startled by Undyne's sudden presence in the kitchen. Her voice is loud (not quite as loud as Papyrus's) and forceful, much like herself. Sans is right; Undyne is not subtle.

The fish-monster comes up beside you, squinting down into the pan as you start frying up thin strips of chicken. She's never been this close to you before, and you realize that she's of a height with Papyrus, if not almost taller than him. Your eyes are right at the level of her collarbone. Now you know how Sans must feel when he's talking to you.

"Chicken," you say, lamely. It takes you a moment to gather your wits, feeling yourself a bit on edge with the monster towering over you. "Chicken and rice, with broccoli," you clarify.

"Hmm," she says, sounding unimpressed.

Yes, well, it may not be a fancy dish, but it's one of the few things that you had on hand that would feed an extra unexpected mouth. You resist the urge to tell her that. You also make a mental note to go shopping (again).

With all the sliced chicken sizzling in the frying pan, you turn your attention to a large head of broccoli. As you fetch yourself a knife to start chopping, you catch sight of Undyne fiddling with the stove.

"What do you think you're doing?" you demand, pushing her hand out of the way and turning the heat back down. "You're going to burn it."

"You're doing this all wrong! It needs to be hotter!" she insists, reaching for the stove again.

Without thinking, you smack her hand. "What did I just say?"

Undyne gives you an incredulous look, like she can't believe you just touched her. Honestly, you can't believe you just touched her. Shit.

"Look, I know what I'm about here," you say, pushing forward with sheer determination in lieu of sense. "I've been cooking for my family since I was Frisk's age. I've got this."

"Fine, whatever," Undyne says, giving you a scrutinizing look and raising her hands in a mock surrender. She doesn't take her eye off you as she moves away to lean against the back of a chair. "How old is Frisk, anyway?"

"Six," you say, turning back to the cutting board and the waiting broccoli.

"And you're their mom right? How old are you? You don't seem that old." You can feel her bright yellow eye poring into the back of your head.

"Twenty," you answer, grudgingly.

You hear Undyne exhale sharply. For a moment you're not sure if she's going to say anything. "Frisk is a good kid. Better than me at that age, I was a bit of a punk," she says, and you can hear her shift her legs, judging by the scrape of denim. "Picking fights with anyone that looked at me funny. Even went so far as to challenge King Asgore to try and prove I was the strongest. Emphasis on TRIED. I couldn't land a single blow on him! And worse, the whole time, he refused to fight back!"

You glance over your shoulder to look at Undyne. She's got a reminiscent grin on her face, and the way she's just standing there in the kitchen with you, keeping you company... You can almost think there's a chance you might be friendly. This must be the side of Undyne that Papyrus became friends with. The side that Frisk saw when they went to her house. 

"I was so humiliated," Undyne continues, shrugging her shoulders. "Afterwards he apologized and said something goofy... 'Excuse me, do you want to know how to beat me?' I said yes, and from then on, he trained me."

"The King? He trained you?" you ask, surprised.

"Yeah. He's tough, but he's got a big heart," she says, and you can hear the friendly affection in her voice. "So, one day, during practice, I finally knocked him down. I felt... bad. But he was beaming! I had never seen someone so proud to get their butt kicked. Anyway, long story short, he kept training me. And now I'm the head of the Royal Guard!"

You look back at her again, and she's got a faraway look in her eye. After a second, she catches you looking. "Sorry, the point I was trying to make is that you kinda remind me of him."

"Of Asgore...?" You're not really sure how you feel about that. You don't know much about him, to be honest.

"Yeah," she says, snickering. "You're both total WEENIES."

You level an annoyed look in her direction. "At least I don't go around trying to kill little kids and setting my house on fire."

Undyne just laughs. "Look, I said it to Frisk, so I'll say it to you: Sorry for trying to kill you yesterday."

"I accept your apology," you say carefully, looking back down at the cutting board. "But I hope you understand if I can't just forgive you as easily as they can."

"I think I'd be disappointed if you did," she says.

You can't help it, but for some reason that makes you just a tiny bit proud. 

   
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