Authors note:

I just want to clear some things up: Part of the following chapter is similar to a recently released chapter of Krimsun's fiction "Till the Grave", however, I didn't intend to copy him. I had the idea in mind before even publishing the first chapter of this story, which means before Krimsun released his chapter. I actually got the inspiration for it from the very popular cartoon series "Avater: The last Airbender", when Aang acidentally hurt Katara with firebending. It's really awkward though cause this now makes me look like a plagiarising fool. I'm not, I swear. At least not intentionally. SO to remedy my feelings of guilt, I urge you all to check out their fanfiction. It's really well written and frequently updated. Don't waste you time on this amateur sh*t, read their story instead. Anyway, enjoy the chapter ^-^.

One month later

"Wake up, sleepygoat!", Frisk shook Asriel until he opened his eyes, "You don't want to be late for your first day of school, do you?"

Asriel was NOT a morning person, but he managed to get up anyway.

"Get dressed and come downstairs, mom made snail pie for breakfast!"

And with that Asriels sluggishness vanished. He dashed to his dresser and put on his usual grren-yellow sweater with his black shorts and ran downstairs.

"Good morning my children! Are you excited for your first day of school?", Toriel asked.

"Yeah I am!", Frisk yelled enthusiastically.

Asriel, however, didn't seem too excited about going to school. He looked down at the ground. He was worried he would get bullied for being a monster. He knew that teens can be cruel, but his mother told him not to worry.

"Whats wrong, my child?"

"It's just that I'm worried I won't be accepted by the others. Being a monster and all."

"Hey Az.", Frisk took a hold of Asriels paw. The two had gotten quite close to each other in the past month, neither of them had confessed their feelings yet though. "You really shouldn't worry that much. I doubt that anyone will bother you, and if they do, I'll show them what happens when someone touches my bro!" Frisk playfully punched Asriels shoulder.

"Alright,", he smiled, "you promise?"

"Pinky swear!", Frisk said, as he held up his pinky.

The two boys sat down at the table and had their pie.

"So, Frisk,", Asriel started, "how is school? What do you do all day?"

Frisk thought Asriel was playing him.

"You kidding me? Have you never been to school?"

Asriel shook his head, his ears flopping left and right.

"Nope. We didn't have public schools back in the underground. Everyone was homeschooled."

"Oh. Well basically how it works is you get a timetable instructing you which lessons you need to attend and where and when you need to attend them. Then you sit in a room for an hour while the teacher… you know, teaches you stuff. That's basically it. Sometimes the teachers will prepare exams, you'll need to study for those if you want to get good marks."

"Sounds simple enough. Maybe it won't be so bad after all."

They finished their pie, kissed their mother goodbye, grabbed their bags and headed out of the house. The school was only a ten minute walk away from their home, so they traveled by foot. When they arrived, they still had twenty minutes to spare until their first lesson started, so they walked to the registry to receive their timetables. A friendly lady greeted them in the office.

"Names and class, please.", she said to the two boys.

Frisk spoke up before Asriel could. "Dreemurr, Frisk and Asriel. 3a."

She rummaged around in a drawer and handed them two timetables. They headed out of the office.

"Looks like we got maths in first and second, literature in third, magics in fourth and fifth, lunch break in sixth and PE in seventh and eighth.", Frisk explained.

The teens headed for their classroom and started off with their day. Maths wasn't a problem for either of the two, Asriel was good at it because his father taught him well, and Frisk seemed to just be a natural. Literature, however, was hell for the two. Neither of them were even remotely interested in what the teacher said, so they just daydreamed throughout the entire lesson. Then there was magics class. Frisk felt really weird being the only human in a classroom with ten other monsters. Then, a voice echoed from outside the door.

"mornin', class."

A voice the two teens knew all too well. A chubby skeleton stepped through the doorframe.

"i'm mr. sans, and i'll be your magics teacher for the year. i specialize in blue magic."

Frisks and Asriels eyes widened and they looked at each other with a big smile of disbelief. Blue magic was something they were both very lackluster at, and having it taught to them by Sans was something they could have only dreamt of. The other kids in the class had no idea who this skeleton was, but the two boys did: He was the best blue magic tutor in the universe.

"seeing as it's everybodys first time using blue magic today, we'll start off easy."

He pulled out a box from under the table as his hand glowed a bright cyan. A wooden sphere, about two inches in diameter, magically floated to every student in the classroom and landed on their desk. They all looked very impressed.

"if you want to make that hing float, you'll need to imagine a zero g environment, like outer space for example. concentrate all your energy into the sphere in front of you and just make it float, you know? is' not that hard.", he instructed the students.

Everyone seemed to have trouble getting the sphere to leave the desk, except for a certain two students: Frisk and Asriel. They were both proudly hovering their spheres in front of their chests with a grin across their face.

"very good you two! hey, goat kid, what's your name?", Sans pointed at Asriel and smiled.

Asriel looked confused and dropped his sphere due to lack of concentration.

"Sans, it's me, Asriel."

"asriel, huh? gotcha. you will also adress me as 'professor sans'."

Frisk knew what was going on, and giggled. Asriel seemed to understand now as well. Sans apparently took his job very seriously.

"and you, human, what's your name?"

"My name is Frisk, Professor Sans."

"how come you two are so good at blue magic? have you practiced it before?"

Asriel saw the opportunity and took it.

"I dunno, guess I just had it in my bones "

The entire classroom was filled with laughter. The students joked around for a few moments before Sans returned order to the classroom.

"alright, since all of you are so fond of getting hit in the funnybone, why don't we try something a little harder this time?"

Sans lifted his left hand which was surrounded by a white aura and summoned a footlong bone on each students desk. The teens all wow'd in amazement.

"try to levitate this bone a few incehs above the desk and spin it around its own axis."

Again, Frisk and Asriel completed the task quickly, while the other students desperately tried to get the bone to spin.

"don't give up if you don't get it the first time. blue magic is one of the hardest magics to learn and master. you can take the wooden spheres home with you, they're a good object to practice your skills on."

Everything went well that day, but then something happened. The bell rang one last time, and the students began their journey home. Frisk agreed to meet up with Asriel in front of the building so they could walk home together, but he didn't turn up. Did he forget to meet me here? Ten minutes passed and Frisk decided to go look for Asriel. He found him where he suspected him to be, in the locker room. But something wasn't right. He sat alone on a bench, and he was sobbing. His ears and hands were covering his face.

"Asriel? Are you okay?", Frisk asked, concerned.

He removed his hands from his face and looked up at Frisk. He was bleeding heavily from his snoot and had a black eye. There was a large open cut on his cheek, blood mixed with tears pouring from it.

"Holy shit Az, what happened!", Frisk screamed in shock.

"I hate it here. I'm not going back.", he sobbed.

"Az, who did this to you? Tell me their names!", Frisk demanded.

"You said you were going to protect me. You pinky swore."

Asriel felt betrayed. Betrayed by the one he cared for the most. Frisk was ashamed he couldn't keep his promise.

"Asriel, look, I didn't know-"

Asriel jumped up from the bench, knocked Frisk out of his way and ran upstairs and out of the building.

Frisk needed a moment to recover. He felt guilty about breaking his promise, Frisk knew he messed up and wanted to apologize. He walked back home, alone. Toriel and Asgore were out for work, so he was alone with Asriel. He opened the door and found Asriel sitting on the living room couch, desperately healing his wounds. The cut on his cheek was healed, but it left a scar. He was still crying tears of betrayal. Frisk slowly approached him.

"Asriel, please listen to m-"

"Leave me alone!", he snapped at Frisk.

"Look, I just wanted to apol-"

"Apologize? Do you think an apology can fix this? I knew this would happen. I told you in the morning. You swore you would look out for me.", he yelled.

"Asriel I think you're overr-", Frisk was cut of once again.

"Overreacting? OVERREACTING!? Look at me!", he pointed at the scar on his cheek, "There were three of them! They came at me with a knife! 'Fucking monster scum', they said! If I hadn't used my magic to defend myself, they would have killed me for fuck's sake!", Asriel was bawling.

"Asriel, I didn't know that it was this serious! I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. I'll make it up to you, I promis-"

Then, in a raging frenzy Asriel created a fireball as big as a watermelon and threw it straight at Frisk, with full force. His heart filled with blind rage and disgust.

"FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU AND YOUR PROMISES!", he shouted at Frisk.

Frisk tried to create a shield, but he wasn't anticipating the attack from his best friend. The friend he loved more than anything in the world. He screamed in agony as the fireball made contact with his arm. His feelings of deep regret and guilt vanished in an instant, replaced by an overwhelming feeling of betrayal. He grabbed his right arm, there were blisters all over it. The pain was unbearable. He looked at Asriel with those eyes. Eyes that just said: "Why?". He was just standing there, looking at Asriel in disbelief. Tears welling up in his eyes. Asriel's facial expression slowly changed from rage to regret.

"Oh shit…", he whispered to nobody in particular.

Frisk ran upstairs and into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. Asriel could hear his cries of pain from one floor below, through a closed door. Asriel sat there, thinking about what he had just done.

I just hurt him. Frisk. I hurt him because he was trying to apologize to me for a mistake he didn't make. What have I done?

Asriel didn't know what to do. He knew an apology couldn't make this right. Nothing could. He hurt his friend, his brother. The one he loved. He still heard Frisks cries coming from the bathroom, trying to numb the pain by running cold water over his arm.

I burnt him. I burnt his arm because I was too stubborn to accept an unneccessary apology.

Meanwhile Frisk was one floor above Asriel, thinking about what just happened.

Attacked in my own home by my own brother for trying to apologize. I loved him… How could he do this to me?

Frisk managed to stop crying somehow. He was so hurt, he was scared Chara would take over his dreams again. Heartbreak, gief, betrayal, despair. He felt not a single happy emotion at that moment.

There was a knock at the bathroom door. Frisk turned off the water. The pain returned to his arm, making him flinch.

"Frisk, please forgive me! Please! I'm an idiot, I know I am, I regret everything, please just forgive me!", Asriels voice was desperate and filled with regret.

Frisk could tell that Asriel was really sorry. Not just a "I'm sorry for what I've done"-way, but in a "I couldn't live with myself if you don't accept this apology"-way. Still, he wanted to see how serious he was about this.

"Frisk I beg you.", Frisk heard him cry from the other side of the door, "I can't tell you how shit I feel right now. I care so much for you. I couldn't live without you!"

No response from Frisk. There was a short pause from both ends, before Asriel spoke up again.

"Please…", he whined and fell to his knees. The word was so distorted from his crying Frisk could barely make out what he said.

"I love you…"

He whimpered those words so quietly, intending them to be heard by only himself.

But Frisk heard them.

Then there was a silence that lasted several seconds until Frisk opened the door. Asriel was cowering on the floor, quietly crying into his hands. Firks looked down on Asriel, and Asriel looked up at him.

"Asriel,", Frisk said, "do you know how many times I reset the timeline trying to save you?"

Asriel stood up and looked into Frisks eyes. He shook his head slowly.

"M- maybe a hundred?", he guessed. But he doubted himself immediately afterwards. Frisk wouldn't reset the timeline one hundred times just to save some random goat kid he'd known for a few minutes, would he?

Frisk smiled faintly. "One thousand eight hundred and twenty-six times. I counted every single one of them. It took me three years."

Asriel tried his best to reply.

"O- one th- thou- thousand-", but he was cut off by Frisk.

"Yes Asriel, one thousand eight hundred and twenty-six."

"Wh- why?", Asriel couldn't believe it. He knew Frisk did a lot for him, but he didn't know that it was THIS much.

Frisk took a step closer to Asriel, now a few inches away from his face, and took a hold of Asriels right paw.

"Because you did all the right things in life, and got punished for it. Because everybody deserves a second chance. Because you of all people deserved to live the most."

He paused for a moment and blushed.

"Because I love you, Asriel. I don't care if we're technically siblings. I don't care if we're both guys. I love you. I always have, I always will."

"F- frisk… I l- love y-", he tried to speak, but was silenced when Frisk placed his hands on Asriels furry cheeks.

"I know, I heard it."

And those were the last words that were spoken before Frisk pulled Asriel towards him and closed his eyes as his lips made contact with Asriels. Asriel thought he was dreaming for a moment, but he also closed his eyes and moved his hands to gently embrace Frisk. It was their first kiss, and both of them wanted it to be with each other. Asriel broke it after a few seconds and looked right into Frisks eyes. They are as beautiful as ever.

"What will mom and dad think?", Asriel worried.

"I don't care."

This time, Asriel was the one who initiated the kiss. Both their faces were a bright crimson color. Asriel hesitantly opened his maw and pressed the tip of his tounge against Frisks lips, pleading for entrance. Frisk wasn't expecting Asriels move, but he opened his mouth and allowed Asriels tongue to enter it as he slid his own tongue into Asriels. They both moaned quietly as they explored every square inch of each others mouth. They both wanted this moment to last forever, but Frisk broke the kiss after what seemed like a minute, a sting of saliva connecting the tongues of the newfound lovers. They were both panting heavily.

"Who would have thought that all it took for us to confess our love was one stupid argument that almost ended our friendship?", Frisk asked.

"Not me, that's for sure.", Asriel frowned a bit, "I'm really, really sorry for that by the way, I don't know what got into me."

"It's alright Asriel, I forgive you. The pain is almost gone, anyway.", Frisk said, as he gave Asriel a quick peck on the lips, "I love you so much, Az. Don't ever leave me."

Asriel returned the quick kiss.

"I won't. I promise."

"Too soon, Azzy.", Frisk giggled.

'Azzy'. That nickname ringed in Asriels floppy ears and filled him with happiness.

"Mom and dad are probably gonna come home soon, what do you want to do?", Asriel asked.

Frisk thought for a second.

"I think we should hold off on telling them for now. I'm not sure how they would react to us being…", he paused briefly, "You know… a couple."

Frisk looked into Asriels eyes and gently caressed his ear. It felt so warm and soft. They both blushed slightly.

"That's fine by me.", said Asriel, "I think I'm gonna take a nap. All this crying and arguing has gotten me tired."

"Sure,", Frisk replied, "Wanna cuddle together?"

And with that they made their way into their room and into Asriels bed. Frisk lay on his side, facing away from Asriel while Asriel wrapped an arm around Frisk and clutched him tightly. It was like that one time when Frisk had a nightmare, only this time Frisk was aware that Asriel was spooning him. Both of their faces were red like a tomato, but they didn't mind. They were happy they finally found each other, and within two deep, simultaneous breaths, the two lovers were sound asleep.

Authors note:

Sadly, that will conclude my first ever fiction. I feel like I learned something. This was great english practise, as well lol. I'll leave it with an open ending, so should I ever decide to come back to this story, I could, but I don't think I will. Thank you all so much for taking you time and reading this fiction, especially those who favorited/followed or wrote a review. You're the best, I love you all. Peace!