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.


83. Kindness

Sans wasn't expecting to find the two of you in the break room together but, well, this just makes things easier now doesn't it? Curious and perhaps a little anxious to have someone share his opinion of your new friend, he asked Alphys to join him in surprising you and Undyne for lunch. He considered mentioning him to them in advance but the scientist in him didn't want to taint the results of this... test of sorts. If they didn't like him he wanted to know it was on Deacon's own merit.

He'd heard the tail end of your conversation as Undyne pushed open the door, but not enough to get any real context. If Deacon has a problem with being around magic, then he sure is on the wrong damn mountain. The reasonable part of his mind thinks that maybe he's just trying to understand you better, but it's squashed under his own growing dislike of the guy, coupled with the lingering funk from his nightmare. Maybe this wasn't the best day for him to be around Deacon again but it's too late now. He's here, he dragged Alphys here, and Undyne is already headed towards the two of you. 

"Hey Hope!" Undyne says, flashing a toothy grin as she waltzes up next to you and wraps her arm around your neck to give you an affectionate noogie. You yelp and try to duck away but she's too strong for you. You're a little flushed when she lets you go, trying your best to smooth your hair. "Look who I found: a couple of nerds that wanted to surprise us on our lunch break."

Deacon is still leaning forward on the table, taking it all in as Sans and Alphys approach him. He admits to himself that seeing the two of you sitting there together, with him giving you that friendly smile and sitting just a bit too close for his tastes, caught him off guard. It must have shown on his face because when Deacon looked up at the door their eyes met for just a second before he could find his smile. He thought he'd be able to muster up some casual indifference for the guy. Some sort of neutral emotion for your sake. But the second Sans walked into the room he could feel that uncomfortable, gritty, nagging feeling he's started to associate with Deacon. And no matter how hard he tries he just can't shut it off.

Well, if there's anything he's gotten good at after years' worth of Resets it's faking a smile.

You're watching him expectantly as he walks up behind your chair, reaching up for him as he leans down to nuzzle your cheek. You make a small, pleased sound, kissing the side of his face before he straightens and rests his hands on your shoulders. "This is a very nice surprise, hun," you say reaching up to squeeze his hand. Then you turn to look at Alphys and Undyne. "Guys this is Deacon, Deacon this is Undyne and her girlfriend Alphys."

Sans watches carefully as the three of them regard each other. Deacon gives a friendly smile, standing up from his chair to circle around you and Sans and offer Undyne his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you both," he says.

He has to give him a little bit of credit for not appearing more intimidated by the fish monster. Even in her red and black tracksuit with the jacket tied around her waist she cuts an imposing figure. It's the eyepatch. And the teeth. And the fact that she's almost a full head taller than him and could suplex him with hardly any effort (that's an amusing thought). She looks at his hand and after a moment she takes it and gives him a firm handshake.

"I'm the gym teacher, gotta keep the little squirts in fighting shape!" she says, grinning. The muscles in her arm bulge as she tightens her grip on his hand, and she laughs when he winces a little. "You're pretty strong," she says, her smile fading as she gives him a scrutinizing look. "Do you fight?" She hasn't let him go.

"S-sweetie you don't just go up to people and ask them if they f-fight," Alphys says, giving Undyne a small touch to her side.

"What, why not? Fighting is cool!" she says, looking over at you. "Is that a rude question?"

"No, it's fine," Deacon says with a good-natured laugh. "I wouldn't call it 'fighting' it's more for self-defense. I know some aikido."

Undyne blinks. "That sounds made up, like from an anime."

"Oh, that's a type of martial art! Th-that's so cool!" Alphys says with a quiet gasp.

Releasing Deacon's hand, Undyne gives him a soft punch in the arm that makes him wince, though he hides it well. "So it is like something from an anime! Hey, punk, you'll have to show me sometime."

Deacon rubs his arm, but he's still smiling as he nods. "Sure, no problem. I mean, I'm not an expert or anything but I know a thing or two about teaching. If you want, I can tell you about the philosophy and how it was developed—"

"That sounds like nerd stuff," Undyne says, throwing her arm around Alphys's shoulders. The doctor makes a little squeak of surprise, blushing. "I'm sure you'd love it, you nerd."

Alphys bobs her head up and down enthusiastically, giving a nervous laugh. "Y-yeah I would, actually!"

Offering his hand to Alphys, Deacon shakes her hand too. "I'll see what I can do. I've got some books at home, I'm sure I could loan them to you." He rubs the back of his neck. "I just... have to find them first."

As they're talking, Sans can practically feel the happiness radiating off of you. He shifts to stand at your side so he can look at you, meeting your eyes as you turn to him. You're smiling, relief plain on your face. Guilt settles heavy in his chest. Why had he wanted Alphys and Undyne to not like him? So that he wouldn't feel like the only one, that's why. What the hell is wrong with him? He shouldn't be so frustrated that they're getting along so well, but he can't help it.

He's being ridiculous. His smile falters as he lets out a quiet sigh and your brow furrows a little as you watch him.

"Hun are you okay?" you ask him quietly while the others are distracted.

"i'll be fine," he says, hoping that it's true. He still doesn't want to admit to you how he feels about your friend because that's just it. He's becoming your friend now and he doesn't want to get in the way of that. Besides, what can he even say when you ask him why he doesn't like him? That he just has a bad feeling? That isn't a good enough reason. It's not even bad enough that he feels like Deacon's a threat it's just... annoying. Like a fly that just won't go away, buzzing around his head.

"HEY, are you two dorks coming?" You and Sans both turn to look at Undyne as her voice cuts through the room. She jerks her thumb towards the door. "Deacon's going to show us some of his fancy aikido."

"What? Guys, I don't think that's a good idea," you say, rushing to your feet and shaking your head.

As much as Sans thinks it would be funny to watch Undyne suplex Deacon into the ground, he has to agree with you. Any sort of fighting can't look too good...

"You're right. It's a GREAT idea! Come on, the gym is empty right now, it's the perfect time," Undyne says, walking over to you and throwing her arm around your shoulder. She drags you along with her, ignoring your protests. "It'll be fun."

You both know that once Undyne sets her mind to something it takes a hell of a lot to get her to back down. So with a resigned shrug, Sans follows you and the others, mildly amused with this turn of events.

You think this is a terrible idea. As you watch Undyne drag out a set of tumbling mats (at your insistence) you try to think of something else to say to try and get them to stop but she and Deacon seem to have their minds made up. He's kicking off his dress shoes and rolling up his sleeves before pulling off his ID and sticking it in his back pocket. The lanyard hangs out but he doesn't seem to mind.

"Alphys can't you say something?" you ask her, biting your lip and giving her a pleading look.

Alphys is hugging Undyne's jacket to her chest, wide-eyed with anticipation as her gaze follows her girlfriend. "I'm sure they'll be fine," she says, not even looking at you. Oh wonderful, so that's why Alphys was going along with this. Doesn't she get enough of Undyne now that they live together?

Sans is quiet on your other side, standing with his hands in his jacket pockets. You nudge his shoulder and he looks at you. "Sans, can you make sure that he doesn't get hurt? I'd rather apologize to him about you using your gravity magic on him than apologize to Toriel for Deacon getting beaten up by Undyne on his first day while I watched."

"sure, babe. i'll make sure no one gets hurt," he says, shrugging. He pulls his left hand out to hang at his side.

Deacon and Undyne both step onto the mat, facing each other. She's giving him a wide, toothy smile that makes you nervous. You silently hope that she restrains herself, and doesn't go too overboard.

"Okay, let's do this!" she says, curling her hands into fists and flexing her arms.

"So, I won't go into the boring nerd stuff," Deacon begins, winking at Undyne. She barks out a laugh. "But I will say that the idea behind aikido is to use your opponent's strength against them. It's very... reactive. It's a style meant to disable and immobilize, not harm."

"What? That's not very cool..." Undyne says, looking a bit less enthusiastic than she was a minute ago.

"It would be good to use if, um... if a h-human tried to attack you," Alphys says, her voice trailing off as she gives Deacon a nervous look. "J-just in case. Asgore said he doesn't want any humans getting hurt, if we can help it. Even if they try to instigate something."

Undyne makes a face, shifting on her feet. "Yeah, I guess that's true," she says begrudgingly. 

"Here, I'll show you. Pretend you're going to punch me," Deacon says, gesturing towards his chest and widening his stance.

Shrugging her shoulders, she draws back her fist and then lunges forward a lot faster than you know Deacon meant. You flinch, biting back a gasp as he twists out of the way, holding his hands up. "Hey, hey, whoa! I said pretend!"

"That was me pretending," Undyne says, grinning. 

"Okay well pretend a little more gently, please. I want to show you this slowed down, so you see what I'm doing." Deacon positions himself in front of her again, taking a deep breath. "Okay, try again."

"Undyne, be nice!" you call out to her, giving her a stern look as she glances over at you.

"I am being nice!" she says, rolling her eye.

"And no magic!"

"I wasn't going to!"

"Okay, I'm just making sure."

"Are you done, Mom? Can I play now? Or am I in time-out?" she asks, sticking her tongue out at you.

You mimic her, then laugh. "Fine, go ahead," you say, making a shooing gesture with your hand.

She looks at Deacon and he nods patting his chest. "Okay, slowly this time."

Undyne goes in for the fake punch, a bored look on her face until he reaches out and, with practiced motions, twists her wrist, slides past her, and grabs her elbow and turns with his other hand. It forces her down onto one knee as she grunts in surprise. Then he immediately lets go and takes a step back, offering her a hand to help her to her feet. She regards him for a second and takes it, eyeing him with curiosity as they settle in across from each other again.

"Okay, how did you do that?" she asks.

He walks her through the steps, even slower this time as he explains each movement. It's fascinating to watch, and you can see that Deacon really is a good teacher. He's patient and repeats the steps few times until Undyne seems to get it, then lets her practice it on him in return. For a moment you're worried that she's going to hurt him on accident, but she's careful with him. You feel some of your nervousness start to ebb.

"I like him. He's so nice," Alphys says, fidgeting beside you.

"We definitely could have gotten someone a lot worse," you agree. "I'm glad he and Undyne seem to be getting along, I was a little worried. She can be a little..."

"S-scary?" she finishes with a laugh.

"Yeah." You glance over at Sans, and he's just watching Undyne and Deacon. "What'cha thinking?"

The lights in his eyes flick over to you, then back to the two on the mat. "trying to decide when would be the best time to introduce our new friend to my old pal, the whoopie cushion."

You snort. "Well, thank you for not doing it at Tori's last night."

"good comedy is at least half timing."

"What's the other half?"

He looks over at you again, holding your gaze. "knowing your audience," he says with an affectionate smile.

You smile back, cheeks warming. Shifting a little to stand closer, you nudge him gently. He wraps his arm around you and pulls you close, letting you lean against him. "That was cute, good job."

"i try."

Undyne dances away from Deacon as he feigns a grab at her, a wide grin splitting her face as she rolls her shoulders. "OKAY, how about something really cool! Show me something AWESOME!"

Running his hand though his hair, Deacon is getting a little sweaty but doesn't show any signs of getting tired. He smiles back at her, wiping his forehead with his sleeve. "Alright, something awesome..." He reaches his arms over his head and stretches up on the balls of his feet before settling back down with a satisfied groan. Then he narrows his stance, turning his side to her. "Do you want to see it at full speed or slowed down?"

"Full speed!" she says, flexing and pumping her arms.

"Okay, then run at me and try to grab me," he says, beckoning her with a flap of his fingers.

With a loud bellow, Undyne charges forward, arms outstretched as she reaches for his middle. Deacon sidesteps and grabs one of her wrists, folding it towards her stomach and shoving down, flipping her over her own hand. She lands heavily on her back and you can hear the air get knocked out of her lungs.

"Sweetie are you o-okay?" Alphys calls out, taking a step forward.

"That was AWESOME!" Undyne crows, raising her arms in the air from her spot on the ground.

Alphys laughs nervously, wiping her forehead and sighing.

"We're doing that again," the fish monster says, leaping back to her feet and turning to face Deacon again.

Laughing, he nods but is barely in position when she starts barreling towards him again. This happens twice more before Deacon starts to look a little winded, and goes to try and tell Undyne to stop. But she doesn't hear him and, with a roar she launches herself at him again. Right as she's about to reach him Deacon lets out a loud gasp and something bright, glowing, and green pulls free from his chest. Caught off-guard, she runs right into him and with a loud smack from their impact, they fall to the mats.

Undyne quickly rolls away, scrambling to her knees and staring at the green Soul hovering over Deacon's chest. "That isn't me, I didn't use my magic on it I just... ARGH I'm sorry I got carried away," Undyne blurts out, gritting her teeth.

"Deacon, oh my god are you okay!" you call out as he groans, then stares wide-eyed at his Soul.

As you rush forward to check on him you can hear Sans and Alphys behind you.

"alphys... what does green mean again?" Sans asks, hesitation in his voice.

"Uh... k-kindness, I think."


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