AN: Hi! So… I know I usually stop writing for ages… But its writers block I swear! Oh, I'm not doing the old stories now! I just wanted to explain why I abandon stories, I can't think of what to put for them is all.

Geno walked into the common room, blood dripping against the freshly washed carpets… "You should really get that sorted out." The girl, who turned out to be called Hermione, told him.

"There's no point, I had a bag on my face for a week once, the blood just flooded it over time, see it's not dripping, it's just pooling on the edge of my face and dropping off, so it's actually flowing out." He told her, wiping the blood away only for it to stay on his mouth, "See?"

"Oh…"

"Not to mention all that DETERMINATION inside ya, it's giving you more blood as it leaks out over time." Death added, from his place next to the bleeding boy. Geno froze as he shivered, his parental instincts activated. "Uh oh…" Death muttered, getting ready to stop him if he fainted, instead he teleported, forcing his powers to move him without using a door as a shortcut…

Slytherin Dorms.

The 7th years looked at the 4 year old child hiding inside a trunk that they had snagged on the train as a prank, knowing that with how shabby it was that it had to be a Mudblood's or a Weasley's. "Why is there a kid in this thing?" One of them asked confused, another shrugged with a cruel smirk.

"Probably a Mudblood's sibling they smuggled in, let's show the Mudblood's what happens when they mess with Slytherin." He told them, grabbing the struggling child by the arm and transfiguring a knife, holding it to their mouth. "Hold still Mudblood! This might sting a little!" He told the child as they cried silently.

"Frisk!" A voice shouted as a pale boy, Harry Potter, or Geno as he preferred, appeared in front of the boys, getting an excited squeal from the Mudblood. "Get… Away from my kid." He told them angrily, the Slytherin's laughing at the First year's stupidity.

"Nah! We're gonna show you what happens if you mess with us!" The leader told him, pushing the blade against the child's mouth harder, and causing blood to drop, behind the others a first year Slytherin mouthed something to Geno, a gold tooth glinting in his mouth along with the red eyes getting his attention. Let me distract him, he'd mouthed. Geno nodded slightly too him, the door bursting open as Death walked in as well, making sure nobody died yet.

"Uh… Boss?" The Slytherin asked, looking at something.

"What?" He asked turning around, the knife still in the child's mouth.

"Behind you." He said smirking, as the idiot turned around to find Geno standing over the knocked out Slytherin's angrily.

"Oh sh-" He started to curse before getting punched hard in the back of the head, knocking him out, falling backwards and the knife dropping out of the mouth and into his hand.

"Heh… Thanks." Geno muttered, grabbing the child and trunk, pressing a switch on the trunk that shrank it into his pocket, and holding the child like a baby.

"No problem man." He smirked, as Death went over to Geno worried.

"We need to go, Frisk'll… Well, you know what I'm trying to say, and as much as I hate my job… I have to do it." He told him with a sigh.

"Right!" He shouted, running through the doorway and vanishing as he passed through, appearing in the hospital wing, Frisk's mouth bleeding heavily and draining them of blood, their DETERMINATION low ever since the LOAD SCREEN was turned into a home…

"W-What's going on here?!" The nurse shouted, not prepared for this on the first day.

"No time to explain!" He shouted, showing them Frisk, almost out of blood.

"Right… Blood replenishing potion first!" She decided, grabbing one and pouring into Frisk's mouth as she healed the cut with a quick spell, soon Frisk was back to normal.

"Thanks!" He shouted again, running out and taking a shortcut to the dorms where he reappeared to chaos.

"WHAT WAS THAT?!" Hermione shouted in his ears, noticing he was back and getting everyone's attention.

"Shut up." He told her, adjusting his hold on Frisk as they gripped his jacket scared. "You're upsetting Frisk."

"Isn't that the kid you told us about…?" Neville asked him.

"Yeah… This is Frisk." He told him with a small smile, messing with their hair silently.

"What happened?!" Hermione asked him confused. "You just vanished."

"Took what I call a shortcut, it's easier if I'm moving when I do it but… I was so worried… Frisk and my trunk got nabbed, and one of them was gonna cut Frisk's mouth up…" He explained as most of the females in Gryffindor watched him play with Frisk, making sure to stay quiet.

"Y'know you're going to have to explain how you've had chats with Frisk if you're 11 and they're 4 right?" Death asked him, getting ignored by the boy.

"What's going on in here? Go to bed, all of you!" McGonagall demanded, walking in annoyed, freezing when she saw Frisk. "Is that a child?!"

"It's mine, Frisk was getting attacked and I kinda… I had to save my child…" He explained sheepishly, before he was taken, along with Neville and Hermione since they had already established themselves as his friends, to the headmaster's office.

Headmaster's office.

Geno sat in the chair, with everyone else watching him, Frisk in his lap. "Alright… Where do I start?" He asked quietly.

"Perhaps… The beginning, I find that it's an interesting place to start, although sometimes with those Japanese picture books I find myself reading the end first…" Dumbledore said, trailing off into his thoughts.

"Yeah… The start's good I guess. But first… Let me tell you a little story called the undertale." He said, settling in for a long story. "Long ago, two races ruled over the Earth: Humans and Monsters. One day, a war broke out between the two races and after a long series of battle, the humans were victorious. The greatest of their magicians sealed the monsters to the Underground with a magic barrier. However, this barrier was not a perfect barrier.

Many years after the war, in 201X, a human child climbed Mount Ebott for their own mysterious reason. It is said that those who climb the mountain never return. The child discovered an enormous hole in the mountain and fell in while trying to get a closer look. After that, the story began… The child was Frisk, a simple 7 year old child, wandering inside an underground cavern full of monsters… Monsters… That were just humans with different form, skeletons, fish, goats, ghosts… You name it, Frisk had so many adventures, with the ability to control time itself with their DETERMINATION… But, one day… After restarting the tale, Frisk had a thought, what would happen if they killed everyone? And while it hurt so much… They pushed on, never stopping in their quest, hating it but unable to stop… Because, the first human child was possessing them, eventually, they had killed all but three monsters… Asgore, the king… Flowey, a SOULless golden flower… And Sans, the skeleton. He knew what would happen if he fought them, eventually he'd die, so… He went into the lab of a friend that had evacuated everyone somewhere… And he took all of her DETERMINATION, in vials for experiments, he drank it all, getting stronger, over time Frisk got closer to killing him, but he always stopped it, after… 536 tries they landed a hit on him, he was incredibly weak and they very powerful, as he stumbled away to die he found he had control over the timeline due to the vials… He found himself on the LOAD SCREEN of the timeline, doing so, but… He was still there, his right eye and skull melted to the point where he, using glitches he hid his eye behind a white cloud… The first human eventually gained so much DETERMINATION that… Frisk lost their body, ending up on the LOAD SCREEN with Sans, watching the timelines when they could as a new Frisk and Sans took their place, Frisk just another clone but Sans… The new one didn't remember the timeline RESET's… Just knowing they happened and guessing what they did each time… After a long time, Sans changed his name, and a long time after that, Frisk was like his child, and he their father… Then… Something happened, and they woke up as humans, Sans or Geno… Finding Frisk as a new born baby when he was 7… And that's how I ended up here." He finished, as they realised that he was talking about himself. "Yeah… Shockin' right? I still have control over the timeline though, but I'm just holdin' on to it, Frisk's DETERMINATION is growing back over time now that we're alive, and some of my old traits stayed, the blood and cut for one, also another Sans from a timeline is helping me while invisible." He added, as Death appeared to them.

"Death follows you everywhere you go…" Neville muttered, getting the joke.

"Yeah, thought it was funny at the time since he stalks me a lot." He explained, sighing. "Can I get a room of my own so Frisk won't upset anyone? They're still little at the moment so…" He trailed off.