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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19. She's Playing Piano

Doesn't this idiot remember that the fish-bitch tried to kill you yesterday?

Frisk twitches as the familiar voice creeps into their mind, but doesn't give it the satisfaction of a response. It had been quiet so far today. Traveling with Papyrus through Waterfall had been fun, and made Frisk happy, and when Frisk is happy the voice tends to go silent. But facing down Undyne's door (a door made of teeth long and sharp like those of the house's resident) sends a little shiver of worry through Frisk. And that worry gives the voice its chance.

There's the sound of piano music coming from within, and it's so pretty that at first Frisk thinks it must be a recording. Then, the notes fall out of tune, stop altogether, and loud muffled cursing fills the silence. There's a sharp banging sound. Silence. Then the piano starts again.

I told you. You can't trust anyone. Everyone is gonna let you down. Even if they're too stupid to realize what they're doing.

Papyrus glances behind him where Frisk is hiding behind his knobby knees. Crouching down so he's at eye-level, a big gloved hand ruffles Frisk's hair. They hide the urge to reach up and smooth it out again. Why is everyone so obsessed with doing that?

"DON'T WORRY, FRISK! I'M CERTAIN YOU AND UNDYNE WILL BECOME THE BEST OF PALS. AFTER ALL, YOU BOTH HAVE EXCELLENT TASTE IN FRIENDS ALREADY! YOU'RE BOTH FRIENDS WITH ME!" Papyrus grins at them, beaming for a moment, before he glances away, suddenly looking a little unsure. "AT LEAST, I HOPE THAT UNDYNE IS STILL MY FRIEND..."

Though they're not sure why, Frisk feels confident that everything will be just fine. There's something familiar about all this. As Papyrus lets out a little, worried sigh, Frisk reaches out and pats the big skeleton's shoulder. "Of course she's still your friend! And I'm sure she'll be my friend too," they say, grinning.

The voice is quiet, but if Frisk wanted to put a name to the strange feeling in the back of their mind... they'd call it 'bored'.

Papyrus hesitates, and then his huge smile is back. He shoots back up to his full height, rests his hands on his hips, and the trailing end of his scarf gives an enthusiastic wave. "THAT'S THE SPIRIT FRISK! OKAY, TIME TO HELP YOU TWO BECOME FRIENDS!"

Frisk steps up beside the skeleton, who rests an affectionate hand on top of their head. He uses his other hand to knock loudly on the intimidating, toothy door. The piano music stops, and a moment later the smooth scrape of teeth replaces the sound as the home's entrance opens wide to reveal Undyne. She's dressed casually in a pair of jeans and a black tank-top that shows off the toned muscles in her arms.

For a split-second her mouth breaks into a friendly smile, then instantly sours as she looks between Papyrus and Frisk.

"HELLO UNDYNE! YOU WEREN'T ANSWERING MY CALLS SO I THOUGHT—"

Undyne turns her back on them with a look of disgust, and the jaws of the door slam shut. There's a moment of stunned silence as Papyrus just stares, confused. Frisk gives the skeleton a wide-eyed look, unsure of what to do.

"Um..."

A muffled roar of anger comes from inside the house. Then a loud bang that rattles the windows. Frisk is about to suggest that maybe they should come back later, when the long fangs of Undyne's door snap back open.

"I should be kicking your ass right now, you JERK!" Undyne shouts, jabbing a sharp-nailed finger into Papyrus's face. Her yellow eyes flick down to Frisk, narrowing to dangerous slits. "And YOU. What are YOU doing here, you little squirt? Your mom know you're here?"

"I THOUGHT WE COULD ALL HANG OUT! MAYBE YOU CAN GET TO KNOW FRISK BETTER...?" Papyrus says, giving Frisk an extra pat to the head for emphasis.

Undyne sneers at him, crossing her arms over her chest. "What so we can be friends? I'll NEVER be friends with your humans. They are the ENEMY of everyone's hopes and dreams!" She starts to turn away again to go back into the house. "So why don't the two of you just give up and go home."

Papyrus huffs a loud, overdramatic sigh. "DANG... WHAT A SHAME, FRISK. I THOUGHT UNDYNE COULD BE FRIENDS WITH YOU. BUT I GUESS... I OVERESTIMATED HER. SHE'S JUST NOT UP TO THE CHALLENGE."

Freezing in place, Undyne slowly turns to look over her shoulder. "CHALLENGE?! What?!" She turns all the way to face the human and monster outside her door, gritting her teeth. "Papyrus, you think I can't be friends with THEM?" Her head falls back with a humorless laugh. "What a joke! Fine, I ACCEPT. And when I'm done with you squirt..." Crouching down, Frisk doesn't even flinch as she presses close, fixing them with a piercing stare. "We're not just going to be friends. We're going to be BESTIES."

There's a feeling of disgust from the back of Frisk's mind, and they have to resist the urge to laugh.

An odd feeling creeps into the back of your mind, like something is wrong. You mull over it for a moment, unsure of the cause, but eventually put it aside. You're with Sans, Frisk is with Papyrus... Everything is fine.

Sans is asleep. Given his track record of napping so far you aren't surprised in the least, especially considering your earlier activities. Now that you think bout it... that's probably the most physically active you've ever seen him. His head is pillowed on your shoulder, one arm thrown over your middle and his feet tangled with yours. As you watch him, he makes a small noise, frowns, and his arm twitches. His fingers curve around your hip and he tightens his grip on you, then slowly relaxes.

You're not tired, though you feel a bit hungry. It's around lunchtime, you suspect, but you can't bear the thought of moving. Closing your eyes, you think that maybe you'll try to get a bit of a nap, too.

Your stomach lets out a long, low, droning gurgle. Sans trembles, a soft, sleepy laugh warming your skin. "if you're hungry, babe, don't let me keep you. go get yourself a bite," he mumbles, nipping your collarbone for emphasis.

Huffing a quiet chuckle, you roll away as he releases you. "I guess it would be pointless to lie and say that doesn't sound good. Do you want me to make you anything?"

Sans makes a disinterested grunt you take as a 'no'.

You hear him shifting to get comfortable as you scour the floor for your clothes. You don't feel like walking around the house naked. That's just asking for someone to come home early and walk in on you. As you keep searching, you almost miss seeing your underwear draped over the top of the treadmill. How did it get there?

"Want me to turn off the light?" you ask, pulling your shirt over your head. Maybe you'll take a shower and change after you eat something.

"this is fine," he mumbles, burying his face into his pillow. "i'll get up soon."

"Don't worry about it."

Sans lets out a weak sound of protest, but you're pretty certain he's asleep. As you close his bedroom door behind you, you wonder if there's a reason he always needs a nap to get through the day.

After an awkward —and very hot— cup of tea, Frisk and Undyne watch each other from across a rather damaged table. Papyrus is making a racket in the kitchen, getting out pots and pans to start cooking at the fish-monster's instruction. As far as she was concerned, if he was going to be at her house, the least he could do was show her how his skills were coming along.

Undyne is much calmer than she was when Frisk and Papyrus arrived. Instead of being angry she just seems uncomfortable.

Eager to lighten the mood, and try to get on Undyne's good side, Frisk gives her a bright smile. "You play the piano?"

Undyne's eyes narrow. "Yeah, what about it squirt?" she says, like she's suspecting an insult. Catching herself, she forces herself to relax, giving Frisk an admirable attempt at a smile. "Do you like the piano?"

Frisk never shows any sign that they notice her initial reaction, instead nodding enthusiastically. "I always wanted to try and play an instrument, but we could never afford it. I heard you play earlier, it was really pretty!"

Expression softening, Undyne's smile eases into something a lot more genuine. "Yeah? Thanks, kid." Her grin widens and she jumps to her feet. "Hey, you want me to show you some things? Papyrus and I really bonded when I was teaching him stuff. THAT'S the best way to make friends! And as you learn more and more about the piano..." Undyne circles the table, seizing Frisk by the shoulders and pulling them out of their chair. "WE'LL ONLY BECOME CLOSER THAN YOU CAN EVER IMAGINE!"

Undyne throws her head back with a laugh, carrying Frisk over to the piano and shoving them down on the bench. "Afraid?! We're going to be best friends!"

"THAT'S THE SPIRIT, UNDYNE!" Papyrus calls excitedly from the kitchen.

Despite her loud, boisterous enthusiasm, Undyne is surprisingly patient with Frisk as she goes through a few scales. When Frisk is able to pick out a short tune, she gives a whooping cheer, clapping them on the back. Even though the wind just got knocked out of them, Frisk laughs, giving Undyne a blinding smile that the monster can't help but return.

"Not bad, squirt. You may be a pathetic weenie, but at least you've got something going for you," she says, laughing. Her expression softens. "Hey. I'm not exactly good at this kind of stuff, so just... whatever. Look, I just want to say that I guess I'm sorry for trying to kill you. And your mom."

Frisk nods, giving Undyne a quick look and picking at the piano keys again. Not quite sure what tune they're trying to replicate, Frisk feels strangely nostalgic and part of them thinks they should be hearing the sound of rain. "It's okay. I forgive you."

"That simple huh?" Undyne makes a disbelieving 'tch' sound between her teeth.

"Yeah. You just wanted to help everyone."

"I guess so. I don't think your mom is going to be quite so forgiving."

Frisk shrugs. "Probably not."

"Not that I blame her." Undyne pauses, then nudges Frisk with her shoulder. "Don't tell her I said anything, but she was pretty badass yesterday. I'll give her some credit, I admire her fire."

Nodding, Frisk gives a pleased laugh. "Me too."

There's a loud hissing sound coming from the kitchen, and Undyne looks over at Papyrus. With an annoyed noise, she gets up from the piano and goes to see what the skeleton is doing.

"You're doing it all wrong!" Undyne shouts, trying to push Papyrus out of the way.

"I'M DOING IT THE WAY YOU SHOWED ME!"

"You have to stir harder!" Undyne grabs his shoulder. "Harder!" Papyrus is stirring so hard the sauce is sloshing out of the pan. "HARDER!"

Frisk is starting to get a bad feeling about this.

"Let me do it!"

"BUT UNDYNE!"

"Argh, no wonder! The heat isn't high enough. It needs to be HOTTER!"

Frisk is definitely getting a bad feeling about this.

   
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