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Frisk was secretly tired, tired of killing, tired of being kind, so when Toriel asked him if he wanted to stay with her, the boy was thoughtful until he remembered.
His mother, his beloved mother was waiting for him, probably worried and distressed after his disappearance and although time did not pass as it normally would, she would be there waiting for him, as it always did.
After a couple of routes he had found an ending for everyone, he had managed to vent and finally despite being tired he felt full, so while Toriel took Asriel's hand in hers he decided it was time to go home.
"I have places to go," the boy said smiling and Toriel and Asriel knew that the little boy would be fine.
He watched the sunset for a few minutes before carefully descending the mountain, the monsters camped in the forest before appearing in society so Frisk, greeting them all, headed home.
Or so he was about to do when Sans cut him off.
There was silence between them, Frisk looked at him in silence, their eye sockets were darkened so they knew the skeleton was serious.
"Why did you decide to leave?" the skeleton asked him. "Usually you stay with Toriel and then restart."
"I have someone I want to see." Frisk replied. "And this time, there will be no more restarts."
Sans looked at him incredulously, it was the first time he said it, but he didn't believe it. The first time, when they reached the surface, he felt so happy, so full that he wanted to be friends with Frisk as much as Papyrus wanted him, however, things changed when the little restart caused a genocide throughout the underground.
Sans watched him in silence.
"Do you promise?" he said.
"I promise," Frisk reaffirmed.
The skeleton made way for him and the boy quickly walked away, leaving his new friends behind to go meet his mother.
Being worried is not enough for what you felt at that moment, after that tremor you panicked more than you were, the police were not helping, they announced that your little one could have ended up missing in the mountains like those children several years ago, you kept your hopes high, you hoped for the best, but deep down you were preparing for the worst.
You tried to tidy up the house to get rid of your nerves, the tremor a while ago made you think about how scared Frisk may have been, although you knew him well and knew that he would overcome adversity, tidying up your home you arrived at his room where sitting on his bed you shed a couple of tears until you fell asleep.
You were woken up by the sound of the doorbell on the first floor, fearfully you went down the stairs thinking it could be the police, you looked at the time, it was midnight so it couldn't mean anything good. You opened the door and you were greeted by nothingness itself, until you felt a tug on your pants and let out a shriek.
“Frisk! “you exclaimed and then hugged him with all your strength and squeezed him against your chest, fearing that the child would disappear in what you thought could be another dream.
The child returned the hug while you scolded him between sobs.
The next day you got up early to prepare breakfast for Frisk, being stunned to see how countless monsters were coming down the mountain. You called Frisk to see what was happening only to realize that he was leading the crowd.
“FRISK “you exclaimed leaving the house in your favorite pajamas. The child looked at you silently along with hundreds of monsters, but you were not afraid at that moment. Your priority was to protect your son from any danger.
But the child did not even flinch. Instead, he pointed at you with his hand and invited you to come. You felt the glances of your neighbors through the windows, but you ran towards the child and placed him behind you.
You had heard in your life about monsters locked in a barrier, but you assumed that all those stories were mere legends to entertain or scare children, seeing them in front of you was totally different.
"This is my mom," Frisk said, causing the monsters to relax and some of them waved at you.
You smiled as best you could, raising your hand as a greeting as well.
"It's a great pleasure to finally meet the human's mother, my name is Toriel, I'm a great friend of her son," said the former queen extending her hand, behind her was a child who looked like her in a green and yellow striped sweater.
"I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS," exclaimed an exaggeratedly tall skeleton that scared you out of the shock. "THE HUMAN'S BEST FRIEND."
"That's a lie!" exclaimed a fish woman. "I am the human's best friend!"
Everyone introduced themselves one by one and your face felt a little sore from smiling so much. Frisk introduced them one by one. There was a skeleton that seemed to look at you with distrust, but hey, you weren't complaining.
“Ah- can I offer you some tea? “you said, remembering that you had breakfast ready for you and Frisk.
“Oh! It would be a pleasure!” Toriel said before following you to your house.
Sans looked at Frisk for a few moments looking for any sign of falsehood, then looked at you with distrust. How could he trust someone who had raised a demon?
Sans, Papyrus, Undyne, Alphys and Toriel along with Asgore and Asriel entered your home, which you were grateful for because it was spacious enough to hold them all. The skeletons along with Alphys and Undyne watched the television, although Sans looked slightly out the window at the helicopter flying over the neighborhood.
“So, what do you do?” Toriel asked, looking at the kitten-shaped pancake you had offered her and taking a bite. “You have to give me the recipe for this, please.”
“I'm a judge, and of course, it would be a pleasure.” You answered.
Sans looked at you, smiling sarcastically, such irony.
Asgore explained to you that they wanted to integrate into human society peacefully, and as you listened to his story, the story of how your little son made friends with everyone in the underground and managed to finally free them, you looked at Frisk playing in the garden with Asriel and his toys.
“If I may know...” Toriel murmured “Do you know why Frisk fell down the mountain?”
The guardian of the ruins didn't have a very good view of you, however, she knew Frisk's longing to return home, so she didn't think so badly of you.
You sighed quietly, rubbing your eyebrows.
“Do you know what bullying is?” you asked.
By the time you finished narrating Toriel brought her hands to her mouth to hold back a sob as you took a sip of your coffee.
“Poor boy, how can they torture him like that?” you questioned.
“I've transferred him to many schools, but he always ends up being bullied.” you answered.
Toriel decided not to delve further into the subject and drank her milk and coffee.
Then came the big shock.
“FRISK IS WHAT?!” you exclaimed.
Asgore took a sip of his lavender tea while lowering his head, all his courage to speak up went down the drain when Toriel looked at him contemptuously.
You sighed quietly, what had your boy gotten himself into?
