AUTHORS NOTE

Sorry for no new updates in a while! I've been busy, dealing with personal stuff, and I've been stuck on what to write for a while now. Finally, a new idea! Sorry it's somewhat short, I'll try and make them longer from now on haha. For the rest of today, I'm going to try and fix most of my spelling mistakes and such on different chapters on here! If you see any mistakes, just message me, or send a review, I appreciate criticism!

Sans sighed, a mix of sadness and stress.

Being the only brave customer there, he glanced around the abandoned restaurant, jukebox playing in the corner.

Grillby himself was sadly staring at the ground, sighing along with him, - or something that looked like a sigh - and sat down a few seats away, not speaking.

More silence followed, until the jukebox stopped, and the sound of crunching feet slowly got closer to the two.

"What the?..." Sans turned around, just in time to see the human child, and of all people his brother, standing in the doorway.

Papyrus smiled sheepishly. "They dragged me along…" He quickly shifted his fully black eye sockets to the ground.

"Kid, why are you here?" They gave him a sad smile, coming over to sit next to the skeleton, then wrote something down on their notepad.

You looked sad.

Silence.

Then, Sans got up, and hugged them, taking Frisk by surprise, but followed with them smiling, seeing his one dwindling yellow-colored eye, was no more, and was replaced with somewhat normal white ovals.

Assuming he was alright now, Frisk hugged tighter, but soon enough let go, afraid they might've been hurting him somehow.

Sans stood back up straight, and looked around the now silent diner, seeming confused now, seeing that Grillby had gone somewhere else.

He probably was scared he assumed.

Sans grinned at the child, then at his brother, and practically ran over to him, just to give him a hug.

Papyrus looked as if he was going to cry.

Frisk smiled happily, and was about to silently leave the two brothers, to move on, when suddenly they got pulled back, in a blue light.

Startled, they frantically tried to escape the blue-colored force, but only moments later, gave up, tired of trying already.

Sans snorted, and moved his hand, also glowing in the blue light, down to the ground, bringing Frisk back on their feet.

Unbalanced, and not ready for the sudden impact with the floor, they fell backwards, cowering in fear as the shorter skeleton approached them.

"Kid, are you okay? I'm sorry for scaring ya." He gave them a worried look, still grinning. He held out his hand to help them get up, and they took it, nodded their head at his apology.

"Look, I didn't mean to scare you to death, but Undyne…" He grasped for the words, looking at the ceiling for a few moments, before speaking again, "I just don't think someone like you is ready for her. No offense, heh."

Frisk nodded their head, taking the hint that this 'Undyne' was probably not the easiest monster to befriend down here.

They gulped, and tilted their head, silently asking the two, Why did you stop me, though?

It's not that they thought the two skeleton brothers were bad in any way, it's just they'd have the same fate, no matter if they had any warning, or just waltzed right up to the monster.

Sans turned around, and whispered to his brother, making him have a surprised look on his face.

"Me? But…" Sans nodded his head, grinning a little more brightly now.

Now, Papyrus faced them, looking around the room, obviously scared about what he was about to ask, or say to them.

"Sans has… He has asked me to fight you. He says I could train you to just get a feel for battle? And I assume by the look on your face you don't want to hurt anyone…"

Frisk nodded their head, already making up their mind they'd rather murder themselves than hurt anyone else here, even if they were monsters.

But a friend is a friend, and they wouldn't back down now.

"So, will you allow me to train you? Not that I'm very helpful…"

They nodded their head, short brown hair shaking slightly along with their movements.

"Good luck, kid. He's the best, trust me."

And suddenly, in a wave of blue light, and a feeling of vomiting, they were suddenly, what they assumed teleported, to a snow-covered location, with no footsteps anywhere, whatsoever.

"Let's start then."

And as they turned into what they now called their "soul-form", where their original body seemed to fade away, becoming almost transparent and only their bare soul was showing clearly, they fought with him, both of them out of breath, panting loudly, as a smaller figure watched them from afar, eye glowing blue.