A/N: An extra scene that takes place much farther into the future.

You can take it or leave it. I just wanted to add it either way. Enjoy!
The playground was filled with screaming children all around Frisk's age. Frisk hung back and off to the side as they watched the kids climb across the various floating and colorful playground equipment. This school was strange to them seeing as they had just moved here with their family. They missed their momma and papa. Their twin Chara had already run off to search for their elder brother Asriel amongst the many children. Chara had told Frisk to stay put so they would be able to find them again.

Frisk shuffled their feet, staring down at the band-aid across their knee. It could've easily been healed with the salve that their momma had, but Frisk had liked the little cartoon monster designs that were on it so they could deal with the little sting of pain each time they shifted their weight. They looked back up to dodge backwards as a monster and human rushed by, the human swinging from the flying monster's arms. Frisk watched them wanting to try too. They wondered if they would make many friends.

There was a longing in their chest that they couldn't explain. Some of the children they had seen today reminded them of dreams that Frisk sometimes had, but they couldn't remember what the dreams were about. It was probably because of all of the monsters. They missed people that they couldn't even recall. Chara thought it was silly for Frisk to miss friends they never had, but Asriel had always been sympathetic even if he didn't understand. Frisk wondered if they were just being weird.

"hey kid." Frisk tensed up at the sudden voice behind them. It sounded scary, but . . . familiar? "don't you know how to greet an old friend? turn around and give me a hug."

The words echoed through Frisk's head. They knew those words from somewhere. They didn't hesitate to turn around, only to come face-to-face with a dark-skinned boy who looked to be a couple years older than then. His hair was the color of snow, but his bright blue eyes sparkled with a humor Frisk somehow knew from the very core of their soul. Beside him was a boy from Frisk's class who was clearly his brother. His name started with a P, Frisk believed. He pointed at Frisk.

"SEE?" He shouted. "THAT'S FRISK! THE ONE YOU'VE BEEN DREAMING 'BOUT, RIGHT?"

The older boy chuckled, his eyes softening. "yeah, sure looks like it." He opened his arms with a shrug as an offering that Frisk could take or leave. "whadd'ya say, kiddo? hug for old times' sake?"

Frisk didn't know this boy's name, but they knew him somehow. They didn't hesitate to throw themselves into his arms, burying their face into his jacket-covered chest. "Sans!" They whispered, the name springing to their lips.

Another laugh rumbled in the boy's chest. "heya, frisk." As another pair of arms wrapped around Frisk from behind, a warmth replaced the longing in Frisk's chest. They'd found them.