For as long as he could remember, five-year-old Harry Potter wished he was anywhere except his "home", and that term was used loosely. He never saw the place as a home. It was more of a prison. Every day, he was forced to cook and clean like a servant for his "family" as payment for them taking him in. At least, that's what his uncle said.

Uncle Vernon wasn't nice to him at all. He would throw things at his head, yell at him for existing, and beat him near to death if he missed a spot sweeping. Dudley would bully him at school and never let him be happy. Harry never understood why, but each time, he'd attempt to tune out of the pain. He'd pretend he was somewhere else, someone else, until it was over. It helped him not feel it, and sometimes he'd wake up after and see he was bandaged and mostly healed. He never knew who would tend to his injuries, but he was thankful.

The day everything changed, Harry was sweeping the tile beside the door as Dudley watched something on the telly and Harry dared to sneak a peek. A small child was standing beside a furry goat looking monster, no wait there were two of them on either side of the child. They were wearing regal looking clothes and smiling at the child as they moved their hands quickly while a short skeleton interpreted. Harry recalled that being called sign language and mostly used by people who couldn't hear well.

There were many other creatures in the crowd when the camera went over it. Aunt Petunia swooped in soon after and froze, looking at the screen. Then she quickly grabbed the remote but Harry had already heard what was said. The monsters who had been freed a year ago were promoting the integration of human children and monster children in schools.

Harry quickly went back to his chores but his mind was racing. How great would it be to live with the monsters? They looked so nice, and the human child looked to be happy with them.

Aunt Petunia looked over at him and Harry averted his eyes to the ground. She muttered 'freak just like them' and pointed for him to move outside to the garden in the front. Harry hurried out the door.

"Bitch." A voice said in Harry's head. That was normal, this voice was always so angry. He, because the voice told him that he was in fact a he, didn't like the Dursleys and voiced it. Harry sighed as another voice chimed in.

"Harrison, we've talked about this. No swearing in front of Harry." This voice was also male but was kinder. He was always singing to him as he cried from his injuries.

"Piss off Hadrian. He's old enough to swear too."

"You know she doesn't want him to swear. If you make her cry, he'll get upset."

"Tch." With that sound, 'Harrison' fell silent. Harry shook his head.

"Sorry Harry, you know how he is with her." Hadrian said in his soothing voice. Harry shrugged it off and got on his hand and knees to start plucking the weeds when he heard his aunt clear her throat. He looked up at her and saw she held out a few pounds in her thin hand.

"Go get something to eat and don't come back for a few hours. Your uncle is coming home from work soon and I want you out of his way when he does." Shoving the pounds in his hand, she turned and went back into the house.

Harry wasted no time in dusting off his hands and hurriedly walking to the nearest market. He waved back shyly at a few of the monsters who had moved into the neighborhood as they waved at him. He wished he could live with them.

"Harry! We should get that candy right there!" A childlike voice shouted excitedly in his head as he walked in and passed some chocolate. Harry winced at the sound and kept walking. He wouldn't encourage this again. That child never stopped if you gave in, he learned. Unfortunately, in his attempts to get the child to be quiet while he looked for something he could savor, he ran into someone and fell back onto the ground. He immediately began apologizing whilst looking at the ground.

"Oh my, are you hurt child? I'm sorry for knocking you over. Oh, hello Harry darling." Harry looked up to see a robot smiling at him with their hand held out. He happily took it and thanked the robot for helping him up.

"No problem dear. Do be more careful alright? Wouldn't want you to get hurt." He received a warm smile that made him smile in return and the robot walked away, seeming to have seen a friend. Harry had met Mettaton this same way two months ago actually. They sometimes traded recipes before Harry had to run back to the Dursleys. Mettaton was so kind, Harry and all the voices found themselves wishing Mettaton was his father.

Harry hurried around the store looking for something before a crowed formed. He ended up in an isle of what seemed to be mostly spaghetti noodles. A tall skeleton was investigating the boxes with interest as it held a cell phone to where it's ear should have been.

"I AM SERIOUS BROTHER; THIS IS A TRAGEDY!" It was saying loudly. "THERE IS NO SIGN OF THE BRAND I USE. HOW AM I TO CREATE MY FAMOUS SPAGHETTI FOR THE CELEBRATION NOW!"

Harry tilted his head, blinked, and suddenly was watching his body move on its own. Not again, he thought tiredly.

The skeleton looked down at his body and let out a noise that may have been from joy at seeing him.

"HELLO FRIEND HARRY. ARE YOU ENJOYING YOUR DAY?" Then it seemed to frown for a moment and knelt down to gently touch his shoulder. "YOU ARE HERE BY YOURSELF AGAIN AREN'T YOU? THIS IS TOO OFTEN NOW." He realized he had his phone still on a call and his face brightened. "BROTHER, PLEASE INFORM THE QUEEN THAT WE ARE MOVING AHEAD OF SCHEDULE." And he hung up.

Harry only stared blankly, trying to get his own attention. Why did his body have to go and interrupt his friend? Wow that was a weird sentence. He turned back to his friend and noticed that he was being stared at with a sad and knowing expression. The skeleton gently sat on the ground and held out his arms, and Harry's body moved into them automatically. Harry was in shock and tried to get back, but he couldn't do anything.

"THEY WILL NOT HARM YOU ANY LONGER HARRY. I SWEAR IT." Harry suddenly was back in his body and was surprised to feel himself shaking.

"I'm sorry mister Papyrus, I don't know why that always happens." Harry looked at the ground and made no move to escape the hug. It always helped him calm down after he came back to his body.

"IT IS ALRIGHT HARRY. WILL YOU JOIN MY FAMILY AND I FOR DINNER TONIGHT?" Papyrus was so cheerful but he also sounded nervous. Harry found himself nodding and squeaked suddenly when Papyrus stood up, Harry still in his arms, and quickly left the store.

That night, Harry found out that Mettaton and Papyrus were together, there were other universes with different versions of the monsters, a few monsters had children his age, the human child ambassador was kind and helped him learn basic sign language, and that he didn't want to ever leave.

He sleepily voiced this to Papyrus who shared a look with Mettaton and took a deep breath to show Harry a piece of paper.

That night, Harry was officially adopted by Papyrus and Mettaton and never had to return to the Dursleys. His aunt had signed the paper apparently and Harry was free. He cried tears of joy and was all smiles all night.

Over the next few years, he was diagnosed with Dissociative Identity Disorder, a few of his alters (the voices he had heard) were adopted by other Mettatons and Papyruses, and he and his family became quite famous. It was perfect.

Then, of course, everything had to go and get ruined. Thanks life.

Thanks for reading! More info will be given in later chapters since the ending was brief and totally rushed. Hope you enjoy! Leave a comment of things you want to see in this story!