Epilogue:

Friskarino had to wait to come back. Being gone from the Underground as Frisk wasn't easy. Being alone after all that time of being as one. Every Frisk was gone though, except one. Even his brother, BRAVERY, all but gone. He went out a hero, but it still put Friskarino in a hard position.

Friskarino knew Sans would let him stay, even though he most likely picked up that he had some feelings for Frisky. But, he did need to move on. Frisky belonged to Sans, he'd known that for longer than he wanted to admit. Even in another timeline, they belonged together. And if there was any doubt, walking in on that scene in the Hall of Memories, as painful as it had been, was the nail in the coffin.

It had been many a year before he was ready to come back. At first, he didn't think he ever would. Then he met someone. Okay, more like hunted for someone. He had to cross many a dangerous barrier in those days to find his someone special, but he did.

In less than a year they had been married and had a son. He, of course, was still drawn to the name Frisk. So, he named him Frisk. Married and with a kid now, he was quite settled and happy, barely thinking about the Underground again.

Until, it was time to cross over. When the Frisks pulled their last trick and showed the world that re-resets could be freed, it changed a lot of things. Humans weren't so scared anymore, and their souls weren't considered weak. They had lived and accepted that Monsters and Balancers were here to stay now, and weren't going to do anything stupid. Although tension was still high between all three actually, no kind of real war broke out. And, humans slowly gained more rights.

In fact, they were on there way to see Alicia's family on the other side of the Underground. A part of him had waited for the day they could cross. His own son was nearly Chance's age before the big change on him, meaning Chance himself would be older. He wouldn't remember him, or anything they did together, but. How much had he ended up like his old self?

Friskarino walked hand in hand with his wife, holding his son as they came up. As a crossing territory, there were a lot more guards. There was a chance he might not even catch a glimpse of anyone he knew. Which, was fine. He didn't want to interrupt their lives, but, it would be good to see someone.

"Halt!"

Papyrus. He still looked the same as the day they met. Friskarino waved, bringing out his proper papers for crossing.

"You look familiar human . . ." Papyrus was trying to size him up. "I am very good at detecting these things. I know I've seen you once before. Maybe twice. Maybe more. Maybe less?" He rubbed his skull and looked at the papers. "Oh, I remember now."

"We are passing through to see my family," Alicia spoke for him. "It should be in the papers?"

"Friskarino!"

To his right though, he saw her, running right toward him. And, for a moment, several feelings came back. He remembered being FRISK again. Remembered the time all their souls were joined into one. Remembered his little crush on her. But, that was all it had been. He waved as she came by. "Hey, Frisky. Just passing through."

"Just passing through my rear end, Friskarino!" She practically slugged him in the shoulder. "You haven't visited nearly six years." She smiled at his wife and son. "Hi, I'm Frisky."

"Yo," Frisk said, waving. "I'm Frisk."

"The name kind of sticks around," Friskarino said. "This is my son."

"Dead giveaway," she teased him and shook his wife's hand. "Hello."

"Hi. I'm Alicia."

"Frisky."

"Frisk!"

"I didn't do anything," Frisk said looking toward him. "I don't even know these people."

"Frriiiiiisk!"

Friskarino watched a familiar looking boy, running through the snow. Same kind of sweater. Frisk? He snuck behind a Sentry station though, and when he came over on the other side, he was a skeleton. "What?"

"Oh, he did not." Frisky yelled toward him. "Chance Frisk the Skeleton, you better not be doing what I think you are doing!"

"No guilt until proven guilty," her son said as he hid behind the sentry station again.

"He changes?" Friskarino asked her.

"Sans said when they are young, they'll do that back and forth," Frisky groaned. "He likes to pretend to be human, get one of the free treats on special, and then go back in his other form for his other one. He's pulled some not so nice things with that trick. I'm waiting for the day he won't be able to use it anymore." She rolled her eyes. "I try to discipline him on it, but half the time when Sans disciplines he laughs too. It's not easy."

"That. Is the coolest thing ever," Friskarino's son said. "That is one cool kid."

"You changed his name though?" Friskarino questioned.

"No. Yes. Well, he is Chance," Frisky explained, "but when he does something not so good, he was called by his middle name. And, as the years progressed . . ." She sighed and looked toward Friskarino directly. "Take away the soldier training from a magical skeleton child and you are left with one powerful little demon sometimes."

Friskarino chuckled. "Still Frisk?"

"Amplified." Frisky gestured to the other end. "Sans will be coming back soon. Papyrus is standing guard over me right now." She waved toward him.

"Great." Friskarino nodded. Even though Sans was always protective, Frisky would always be a soldier. It made sense she would be guarding too. But, that the guard had her own guard. "Things keeping you busy?"

"Some days are kind of nice. Some days I have seen some nasty battles. It's a good mixture. Keeps Sans awake," she laughed. "Never know which one will be which."

"Speaking of which."

Yep, there was that old, familiar voice. Friskarino watched as Sans approached with a couple of burgers.

"He's doing it again," Frisky said to him, gesturing toward Chance. "Sans."

"What?"

"You said he'd give him one more chance."

Sans shrugged. "Did he cause bodily harm or steal GOLD?"

"It can't always meet those standards."

"If it doesn't, then I'd be getting on his case all the time." Sans looked toward Friskarino's wife. "Hi. I'm Sans. Sans the Skeleton. You his wife, and that his kid?"

"Yes."

"Smart and good." Sans still pulled Frisky more toward his side. "Go on through."

As the years passed by, Friskarino watched his son grow up to be a man. Alicia matured along with him, and when it was time to visit his son for graduation, he found himself back at that same spot.

It was almost like a step back in time. While his son was already in his mid-20's, he spotted the original Frisk again. He was making a snowman with Monster Kid. Both. Still kids. Then, he spotted her. This time, she didn't recognize him as fast. While he and Alicia had gotten older, she hadn't changed a day. Her skin was still young and vibrant, her eyes the bluest blue ever. Old feelings crept in again, but it was more of a nostalgia again.

"Hey, it's Friskarino!" Sans seemed a little easier to see him this time. "Hey, Buddy, crossing again?" He looked toward his left. "Where's the kid?"

"Graduating," Friskarino said proudly. "We are on the way to his graduation."

"Flying is just too costly over certain areas right now," his wife admitted, "We are flying most of the way though."

"Nah, I get it." Sans tapped his slipper a few times.

"Frisk!" Papyrus shouted, running toward him. "You naughty little boy, what did you do that woman's- oh hello." Papyrus stopped and looked toward Friskarino. "You look . . . sort of familiar?"

"It's a Frisk," Sans said, "and speaking of which, what did mine do this time?"

"Practicing color changing," Papyrus pointed far to the left. "See the poor Walrus Balancer? She should be brown."

"Pink is cute," Sans chuckled. "Nah, nah, I'll talk to him." Sans nodded. "Go on through."

Friskarino figured that would probably be the last time he'd ever cross again. He lived too far away now from the Underground, moved several hundred barriers away with Alicia to be closer to their son. The years passed by and he watched his son marry and have kids.

Time marched on him quicker than he thought though, and when Alicia died, he felt the same he had the day he lost contact with the last of Frisk. He moved back to his old home, but didn't book the middle flight out. He just couldn't help himself.

Standing there, probably too old to even recognize, he stood by the Crossing Territory. And, she was there. Still, young as ever. It felt like in that area, all of time had just stopped. He handed his papers over to the guard in front of him, his hands trembling terribly. He didn't want that to happen. Looking at his hands, he remembered just how much time had passed by.

And, walking but not running was a simple Skeleton boy, with Frisk's kind of clothes. This time though, he also had on a coat that looked like Sans. Fit just for him. Still, just a boy. He went over to ask Frisky about something, and she directed him to the left. Maybe to find a friend to play with. Maybe not. It was amazing to see him though. That Frisk reminded him of his own son at that age. Whatever age he was now. Monsters matured so much slower, that was clear. At least he wasn't getting into trouble that day.

He almost wanted to chuckle as he watched Frisk walk. He kind of trotted more, like Sans. In fact, he was even wearing slippers like his dad now.

"Yo."

Friskarino turned and heard the familiar sound of Sans again. "Passing through."

"Would have passed through without a word too." Sans closed one eye socket at him. "I would have missed you if I didn't look at you just right, Friskarino. Frisky probably won't even recognize you."

"That's okay." Friskarino took his papers back slowly. "It was good enough just to see them. Frisk growing up any?"

"Kind of?" Sans shrugged. "He's not causing trouble every two seconds. More like every . . . two minutes," he chuckled. "My son is a good kid though. My wife is a great wife."

"Great. Family is great. Will be seeing the grandkids in a few more weeks." He nodded. "Can't believe I'm almost great grandpa Friskarino. Never thought I'd hear that in a name. It was good to see you, Sans."

"Ye." He seemed to pause to be searching for something. "Humans don't live real long. I hope life was good for you."

"It was great. No regrets," Friskarino nodded. "I hope your life is great too. I'm sure Frisky and Chance turned it upside down."

"Nah." He chuckled and patted his shoulder harder than Friskarino could almost take. It had been playful, but Sans probably forgot for a second who he'd been touching. "They turned it right side up!" He took his bony hand off. "Ooh, sorry about that. I didn't break anything, did I?"

"No. I'll be fine."

"Great. Come on. Law requires you get a special escort for a certain age. Um, you definitely qualify." Sans gestured to follow him. He followed him in the snow, watching Frisky stand guard. Behind her was Chance, looking at something on the ground. "Oh, see? My kid's learning a new kind of magic, something I never knew. He's learning to grow vines and stuff. He's going to be one strong Monster when he grows up."

"Yep. I never asked before, no reason to I suppose, but Chara and Flowey? They get away okay?"

"Long, long, long ago," Sans admitted. "But, I think Asriel and Chara were both ready to go. Um? I do have one question though? You already went through the whole thing with your wife and kid, right? By the way, where is your wife?"

"She passed away," Friskarino admitted, "five years ago."

"Oh. Sorry." That was about as far as Sans would go on that subject. "Um, anyhow. I know it was a long time ago, but what did you do when your kid first started to go to school?"

"Huh?" What did he mean?

"Chance is going to be going to school soon. Won't see him during the day anymore as much. Feels like it might be kind of tough. He's always around here doing-"

"Frisk!"

"Something." Sans looked back toward Frisky. "Did he cause bodily harm or steal GOLD or money?"

Heh. Almost the same thing he said all those years ago when Friskarino first came through. He couldn't help but smile at that. "You just hang on, Sans. Frisky will still be here. It might even be a good idea to cut back on some day hours to spend time with her. Work can really get in the way sometimes."

"Work gets in the way all the time," Sans joked. "Yeah. Might be a good idea to make some free time. I have a feeling we'll be called into school a lot at first. Chance can be quite Frisk sometimes. I don't know if his teachers can handle it all too well. It will suck being them," he almost laughed. "That and Frisky just started carrying our second. So some time off might be good for her too." When he reached the other end, he waved at Friskarino.

Friskarino lifted his hand partway to wave back and made his way through. The next part over, he actually had a ride before heading to his home.

Sans looked back at the Frisk. Blast from the past. It was amazing how fast humans changed. It was a good thing Frisky did share his lifespan now. He looked back toward Frisky, still cross. Ooh, Chance had been a real Frisk this time. "I'll be on his case all the time if it doesn't qualify," he said as he came next to her.

Amazing though, fragile humans. Every day he and Papyrus watched her the best they could. His wife insisted on helping to guard though, her soldier self not being happy just being at home all day with lots of kids. Although, she was going to have to take some time off. She wasn't showing yet, but there's no way she was going to be battling at any point in that condition.

She hadn't even noticed Friskarino at all. It wasn't surprising, not many would. The old kid didn't seem hurt by it though. Maybe he was even happier that way. "What did he-" Ooh. Frisky grabbed at her stomach. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Just, a small annoying and bony kick." Frisky rubbed her tummy. "Anyhow, Chance is-"

"Anyhow, nothing. You need to start staying at home for a few more months."

"At home?" Frisky groaned as she felt another kick. "I'm not even showing."

"Nuh uh, Frisky Faith." He pulled him over closer to him with his bony arm. "I know you don't remember Chance's birthing, but it's not going to be easy. You need to rest up and a healer's visiting once a week."

"Once a week?" She hated that and leaned into him more. "Can I still move around the house?"

"Bed rest, Frisky Faith."

"But-"

Sans pulled her toward him, tapped her chin lightly and she opened her mouth for him for a kiss. "Bed rest. Stay still."

"But Chance is going to be beginning school this week?" She reminded him.

"Well, you are just too weak for this week. I'll reschedule. I'll handle it," Sans promised.

She pulled at his other bony arm. "Please My Legendary Fart Master? You know I hate staying still."

"No and No, Frisky Faith. No and no and no. Papyrus and I will take care of it." He patted her nose with his bony finger. "Your mission is to rest up so the next one coming is healthy, Frisky. Got it?"

"You just had to hit me with that." She groaned but hugged him tightly. "I can't believe he's going to be starting to school. It feels like just yesterday he was learning to talk." She groaned again.

"Papyrus!" Sans shouted. "Yo. I have to leave, Frisky needs to get to bed. This one inside her has a bone or two to pick with her."

"Ooh, ouchie." Papyrus saluted. "I will stand guard over all five areas and watch Chance!"

"Five?" Sans questioned. "Who else's are you watching?"

"Alphys and Undyne. They aren't back yet," Papyrus uttered annoyingly. "They took off two hours ago saying something about checking water PH balance. I don't even know what that means."

"I don't think you want to know," Frisky teased Papyrus. "See, Sans? Papyrus is busy enough. I just can't leave."

Sans didn't listen and dialed them up. "Hey, Alphys? You done checking PH balances yet 'cause I need to get home already." He tapped his slipper. "Uh huh. Excuses. Cuddle and sex time later. You don't think I want to go home and ravage Frisky all day in our bed in all kinds of fun positions?"

"Sans," Frisky warned him. "We aren't going through that again."

He pulled the cell away a few seconds. "What? I'm not telling them that I had sex with you over my defeated enemy like I did everyone else. They know already."

"Yeah. Everyone knew. The day of." She didn't sound too happy. "Whenever you meet someone new to the town, that's the first thing you say before your name!" She sounded steamed. "I cuddled and had sex with my wife over my enemy's bones. Hi, I'm Sans. Sans the Skeleton."

"You're right," he noticed. "I should flip that around." He moved back toward the cell. "So? Frisky's getting shish kabobbed over here with bones and it's not in the right way like I do it."

"Sans, you sometimes . . ." Frisky just hung her head.

"Great." Sans hung up the phone. "They'll be here in five minutes. Keep your eye on Chance, Pap. If he does anything too wrong, give me a call."

"If he does anything wrong, call," Frisky corrected him. "Alright, fine. I will accept . . . bed rest."

"That's my good soldier. Come on." Sans picked her up, bridal style.

"I can walk you know. Not this, don't carry me all the way home like this," she complained. She kicked her feet back and forth. "Why?"

"I dunno." He rubbed his skull across her forehead. "I was just reminded how precious life is sometimes today. I mean, I know it always is. My life wouldn't be anything without you and Chance. But, sometimes things happen that . . ." He turned back a second and looked in the direction Friskarino went. " . . . that kind of reminds you of what you have." He turned back and headed home. "Beddy bye." He trotted along with her in his grasp. "We won't be able to have sex for awhile, but I'll cuddle with you extra tight tonight." He heard another audible groan. "Bed rest isn't the end of the world, Frisky Faith. You'll be back up and moving around before you know it."

"Hey, dad, where are you taking mom?" Chance asked as he came around the corner from them.

"Home, son." Sans winked an eye socket at him briefly. "You be extra good for your Great Uncle Papyrus. Your mom needs bed rest."

"Uh. Okay. Hey, can I play with Monster Kid though?" Chance practically jumped up and down in his slippers so much, Sans could hear his bones rattle.

"Yeah, but, if I hear about you getting on top of a Sentry station again?" He warned him. "I better not, I mean it. And Monster Kid should definitely have known better."

"I could go ten times as high," Chance said but then covered his mouth. "I mean, hypothetically guessing?" He kicked his slippered foot in the snow. "Okay, no Sentry climbing. So, can I?"

"Yeah, just try and be good. More Chance. Less Frisk." Yeah right. His son took off and he proceeded to take his Frisky home. "Come on my feisty Frisky Faith. Time to go home." He trotted along at a simple pace. The pace he was always used to. A pace that said he had nowhere special that he really needed to be. A pace that he used to use every day of his life before and after he first met FRISK.

It was his favorite pace, but it was the best when he could hold his Frisky while walking it too.

THE END