Chapter One

"SAAAANS!"

The peaceful Sunday morning was split by a shout.

"YOU DIDN'T PICK UP YOUR SOCK!"

"Good morning to you too, Papyrus."

"I ASKED YOU TO PICK UP YOUR SOCK LAST NIGHT AND YOU STILL HAVEN'T!"

Frisk smiled to herself. It was going to be a normal day. She rolled over and slid out of bed.

"DON'T PUT IT BACK DOWN!"

"Ok."

The two skeletons were bickering as usual. Frisk left her room and went downstairs. "Good morning!" She announced cheerfully.

"HELLO, FRISK!" Papyrus scooped her up in a hug. "I HAVE ALREADY STARTED MAKING BREAKFAST!"

Frisk looked at the stove. Pancakes with noodles mixed in the batter were cooking. A jar of marinara sauce stood nearby, ready to be poured on the food.

"Er, looks... Great, Pap. Real... Unique."

Papyrus beamed. Behind him, Sans winked at Frisk.

"So, uh, what's the plan for today?" The smaller skeleton sat down at the table. "We going anywhere special?"

"Nah, I thought we'd just hang out at home. Relax for a while." Frisk smiled. "After all, we went bowling just yesterday."

There was a yawn and everyone turned toward the stairs. Toriel was making her way toward the kitchen.

"Hey, Tori."

"Good morning, mom!"

"GREETINGS, YOUR MAJESTY!"

Toriel smiled. "Good morning everyone. Papyrus, you really don't need to call me that. I'm not the queen anymore." She gave Papyrus a reassuring grin. "Although I do appreciate it." She sniffed the air. "Goodness, is someone cooking something? It smells..." She trailed off, seeing Papyrus' excited expression. "...absolutely delicious!" She finished a little over enthusiastically.

Papyrus was overjoyed. "I KNEW THAT SPAGHETTI PANCAKES WOULD BE GOOD!"

"Yeah, I thought it was pasta-ble they'd work out." Sans offered. Toriel laughed as Papyrus groaned.

"Come here Frisk," she said, spreading her arms for a hug. Hugging Frisk, she whispered in her ear. "Don't worry, I'll make some normal pancakes."

Frisk whispered back. "It's ok, I'll try them. They can't be that bad."

Another figure came shuffling down the stairs. Undyne's hair was a mess and her good eye was half closed.

"You guys are so loud," She complained. "How am I supposed to be well rested when you guys are shouting about socks at 7 in the morning? I need to be ready for battle at any time!"

"GOOD MORNING, UNDYNE! I HAVE INVENTED A NEW FOOD!" Papyrus excitedly brought the tired fish to the stove. "LOOK AT MY CULINARY CREATION!"

"Nice! I can't wait to try it!" Undyne grabbed Papyrus in a headlock. "I told you those lessons would help you!"

"PLEASE DON'T NOOGIE THE SKELETON!"

"Then don't wake up the fish!"

Sans smirked. "Hey Undyne, where do fish sleep?"

"Why do I get the feeling you're gonna tell me no matter what I say?"

"In a riverbed!"

Undyne shifted her headlock to Sans as he chuckled. "Aw, come on, you're smiling." Suddenly, her arms closed around nothing. Sans was sitting in another chair, feet up on the table.

"You know I hate it when you do that." Undyne complained. "It's freaky. One second you're there, and the next... Poof."

Sans just shrugged as Papyrus stacked pancakes on a platter. "BREAKFAST IS READY!" He announced proudly, bringing them to the table. Frisk cautiously took one,

Undyne grabbed several and Toriel looked torn between taking one or cooking her own. In the end she decided to placate Papyrus and take one.

"What's wrong, Sans? You not hungry?" Frisk asked, pouring marinara sauce on her pancake.

"Nah, I'm fine. Don't worry about me."

Frisk shrugged and took a bite. Her eyes lit up and she took another. "Wow, Papyrus, this is really good!"

"REALLY? WOWIE!" Papyrus broke into a huge smile. "I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT!"

Toriel raised an eyebrow and took a bite. She choked and smiled weakly. "Y-yeah, Papyrus. I-it's great."

Frisk looked at her, amused. "Man, that was good. Can I have yours, mom?" She winked.

"Sure, Frisk." Toriel replied gratefully. "I'm not too hungry anyway." She pushed the plate toward Frisk, who took it and began to eat heartily. "Oh, I forgot to mention, Alphys is visiting today." The scientist had been away working on a project with a research lab. She was incredibly busy and often spent long periods of time away
from home.

"R-really?" Undyne began to smooth out her unkempt hair, much to everybody's amusement. "I'd better get dressed, then. I can't be wearing pajamas all day."

As Undyne raced upstairs, Toriel set to work clearing the table. Frisk hopped up to help as Papyrus cleaned the stove. Sans opened one eye.

"I suppose I should help out, huh?" He sat up and raised a hand. His left eye began to glow and several pots and pans floated over to the sink. "There ya go," he said as he closed his eyes and leaned back. Frisk giggled.

"You lazybones," she said affectionately.

"Hey, I can't deny it." He glanced at the human. "All right, fine. I'll help." Sans stood up, stretched, and went to help Toriel with the dishes.

"Frisk, why don't you get something ready to do? Tomorrow I'll have to go to work and you'll have to go to school, so let's have some fun today." Toriel smiled as the child ran off cheerfully.

"OH! WE SHOULD PLAY A BOARD GAME!" Papyrus, having finished the stove, followed Frisk out of the kitchen.

"So, uh, Tori..." Sans began. "I, uh, found a job the other day." He looked at the dishes he was washing. "It's, uh, not the best though."

"Oh Sans, I'm still proud of you. And it can't be that bad. What is it?"

"Well, I'm the new janitor at the school."

"Sans, that's great! Frisk will be so happy to have you working there! And we can carpool, too." Toriel dried her hands and gave the skeleton a hug. "It's not too bad
of a job. I bet you'll find yourself enjoying it eventually."

"You really think so? I just... I don't know..."

"Sans, you'll be fine. I'm sure you can handle it.

"If you say so..."

They were interrupted by the ringing doorbell. "I'LL GET IT!" Undyne shouted, running down the stairs. She threw open the door. "Hi, Alph... Oh, uh, hi Asgore."

Asgore chuckled. "Not who you expected?" He stepped inside. "Frisk invited me over. She said we were going to play a game and wanted me to join."

Toriel stepped out of the kitchen, arms folded. She regarded the king with a blank expression. "Asgore," she said coolly.

"Toriel," he said with a nod.

Undyne stood there awkwardly for a moment as the two stared at each other. "So. Um. Shall we... Go see Frisk?"

"Yes, that seems like an excellent idea." Asgore seemed relieved. He went into the living room where Frisk and Papyrus were setting up The Game of Life. "Howdy, everyone!" He declared. "How are you all doing?"

"Dad!" Frisk shouted and ran to give him a hug.

"YOUR MAJESTY!" Papyrus scrambled to his feet and bowed.

"No need for that, Papyrus. We're friends. Just call me Asgore."

"C'mon, dad, pick your car!" Frisk tugged on his hand, pulling him toward the table. Toriel entered the room carrying a teacup and saucer.

"Here you are, Asgore. Golden Flower tea." She set the saucer in front of the King.

He looked up at her, hope in his eyes. "Thank you, Toriel. I really appreciate it." His voice was filled with gratitude.

She looked blankly back at him. "Well, I know it's your favorite." She blinked heavily and turned away, heading back toward the kitchen.

Asgore watched her go, his heart heavy. He felt a gentle pressure and looked up to see Undyne standing next to him, a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, it's ok. But just between you and me, and think she misses you." She sat down next to him. "I call the blue car!"

Toriel returned to the room and sat across the table from Asgore. Sans appeared suddenly in a seat next to Papyrus and Frisk sat down next to Asgore.

"Ok, let's play!" Frisk spun the spinner and the game began.

-End of Chapter One.