A.N. Last chapter everyone. Thank you for staying with me on this wild ride. I appreciate all of you! Thanks for staying DETERMINED.

Plans were finalized, people packed, and followed Arial in a procession of hope and grief, as she traveled home. This final stretch of the Underground was taken slowly, as people filled the ranks silently. Even the babies were silent, as the holy feeling of freedom gained by loss filled the air.

Everyone had a ribbon around their wrist- a ribbon cut from the wrapping of the presents the child's mother had given them, because at least one present per family was given, regardless of personal knowledge.

They left Snowdin, more of them slipping into the line. By now, the communication had chained through the whole Underground, and by the time they arrived in Hotland, Sans was able to let his magic fade, the bone stretcher dissipating, to put Arial in the first, and hopefully last, royal coffin.

A memorial was made, and at the end of it, on its own, the soul of Arial escaped her capsule, and they could hear her DETERMINATION as the other souls joined her. One by one, they fused, a healthy faint image of Arial floating.

"Thank you everyone!" she called, wings spread behind her back. She floated over them, hundreds of them, dropping feathers of hope, mercy, and compassion. Sans felt himself drawn to the image, as Arial delicately landed next to Frisk. He hadn't even realized Frisk was there, but felt pulled to join them, and Seraph trailed behind his father, hope wide in his eyes.

A hurricane of magic fell upon them, visually obscuring and fast, but doing no damage. People were distracted from the sight, as the barrier shattered.

But in the ears of Sans, Seraph, and Frisk, there was a collection of voices, merged, that spoke to them. Within it, the other humans souls spoke. Within it, Chara spoke. Within it, Gaster spoke. All of them spoke together, the same thing.

"This is our gift to you."

And as the hurricane faded, Frisk was slumped against Sans, his arms wrapped around here, as Seraph cried by their legs. But the room was lighter, as they turned to face everyone. In Frisk's arms, was a tiny newborn, a skeleton with white feathered wings, and padded with magic in a human shape, glowing blue and transparent, wide white eyes looking out in awe.

They were smiling, all of them, and their tears faded, the blue magic drifting into the baby, who giggled in pleasure. And as one, the room celebrated.

Arial! In who freedom comes! Angel of the prophecy!

And baby in one arm, Frisk took Seraph's hand with the other, who took Sans', and as a family they met the outside.

000

The land's beauty was amazing, still, Asgore thought, watching the new family in front of them. The ledge had been expanded into a temple, with staircases down one side, and ramps and elevators for those who couldn't walk.

At the bottom, hundreds of humans stood, regular workers, still dusty, cheering.

Frisk turned back to the monsters, who were taken aback.

"These are the humans that helped build your home! They are so excited to meet you!"

And the monsters let out a cheer. In a natural movement, they mingled, following the guides slowly to their new home. There was enough land having been purchased up that it became a small gated city, with conservatories, apartments, some for monsters that need speciality locations like frozen weather or swamp water, a market place, a theatre, and.. the first official restaurant, Grillbyz.

At the entrance to the town was the city sign "Freedom, Montana - Mercy, hope, compassion"

0000

The Undertale Festival had been the biggest event of the nation, and was going to become the greatest event of the world, perhaps the century, Frisk realized, as she stepped out, the press in the wings, largely ignorant, wearing the royal robe her father had given her.

She tucked her hair, which normal braid was also pinned up with Sans' bones, the possessive skeleton always happier when he could sense her. The festival was doing so well, but this could make or break them.

She abandoned the podium immediately, sitting on the edge of the stage, mic in hand, security keeping her just 10 feet away from the crowd.

"Hey everyone," Frisk said kindly. "You guys probably know me by my pen name, Toby Fox."

The room went quiet in anticipation, and with a smile, brought her soul out. She found herself fearless, even as she knew she was being recorded, internationally.

She stood, taking a step back. "But you also know me as Frisk Dreemurr." Carefully, she pulled her soul back in. The curtains rose, and it was her family, her monster family. The world seemed to stand still, and many a person sucked in a breath, when the one they knew as Sans walked forward, carrying something under his jacket they couldn't quite see. The one they knew as Asriel was being held by Papyrus, with a big smile, and when they got to where she was, Asriel flung himself into his mom's robe, hiding.

"There's lots of people here, mommy," they heard, almost muffled. They didn't seem to realize everyone was hearing him.

A bony palm rested on the furry child's head. "you're fine, Seraph, i've got you," Sans consoled. Braver, the named Seraph popped out and waved and called out "Hiii!" before tinting blue and hiding behind Sans.

"Daddy they are looking at me..!" he whined. Sans rolled his eyes, and handed Frisk the bundle he was holding.. The tiniest, glowing baby bones with angel wings.

"she doesn't like being away from you for so long," he told her, grinning, one eye closed. "tibia-nest, she was getting bonely."

They were in their own little world, as Frisk gave a dramatic huff and Papyrus rolled his eyes, before she leaned in and gave Sans a kiss against his teeth, him flushing blue.

They were shocked out of it quickly, as a squeal echoed from mid audience.

"I SO SHIPPED IT!" a high feminine voice cried, before the young teen covered her face, embarrassed.

It was only seconds later an equal squeal came from stage. "YOU TOO?!" Alphys shrieked, bouncing in delight. Everyone turned to her, and she got nervous, poking her fingers together. "Ahhah.. um.." Undyne gave her a noogie.

"You are such a dork!" she cackled, before planting a kiss on her head. "That's why I love you so."

The audience started excitedly cheering, and Frisk smiled at Sans, their hands wrapped around each other as Arial cooed softly, and Seraph ran back to hug his now grandfather, Asgore, Papyrus trailing after.

It wasn't perfect, it never was going to be. But that was life, and Frisk was okay with that.

The fact that this story has ended happily, fills you with DETERMINATION.

A.N. And this is why I consider this story "Angst with a happy ending." I have other Undertale fics written- Pretty much all of them beyond a few one shots are unfinished. The unfinished ones may never get finished. Would you guys still like to see them?