A/N: This chapter is just full of fluff and kids being kids and some awkward talks.

And yes, I have taken some liberty with the Underground.

Becca looked at the cheerful sign lit up with blinking lights that greeted people who were entering Snowdin Town as Sandro led the way into the town. It was the busiest place Becca had seen since the Ruins, but everyone here seemed much younger than the monsters she was used to seeing. There were children monsters and many rabbit monsters loitering around the snowy town. She supposed that was why the jackets had rabbit fur? But wait, wouldn't that mean that they were wearing the fur of-

Frisk marveled at the quaint little town. It was so friendly! The sight of it filled Frisk with determination to keep going, and they created another Save as they stood in front of a large wooden building. Sandro didn't hesitate to burst through the door with the large sign alerting Becca to the fact that it was an inn. There appeared to be a store connected to it as well.

"Munny!" They heard Sandro call even as the door swung shut behind him. "I am back!"

Frisk moved to follow him in, but Becca caught their shoulder. She seemed strangely a little perturbed. "Frisk . . . do you think we're wearing . . . rabbit fur?" She asked, her voice odd.

Frisk tilted their head, confused as to why she would ask, before they noticed some of the rabbit monsters around and understood. They gazed at the fur that lined their jacket before meeting Becca's gaze. They shrugged.

"Okay." She nodded, settled now, and entered the hotel as well. Frisk contemplatively stroked the fur of their coat before following her inside. Instantly a blast of heat wrapped around the both of them. The inside of the hotel was a warm golden brown color that invited everyone indoors. There wasn't much to decorate the main entrance, but not much decoration was needed for such a quaint town. The atmosphere of the building lent enough appeal to the building. There was a large painting hanging on the back wall that looked to be a city over the hills. Frisk thought it was vaguely familiar. There was also a single long desk that Sandro was leaning on, talking with another rabbit monster and what appeared to be her young child bunny. This must be "Munny" that Sandro kept mentioning.

"I understand you like to play at all hours of the day, but it is well past dinner time!" Munny was scolding Sandro. "The mountains are dangerous, and Papyrus had already stopped in here once to say he had found and then lost you. What was I to think?" She demanded.

Sandro looked thoroughly scolded, shoulders hunched. "Lo siento, Munny." He murmured again and again. "I did not know how late it had become."

Munny sighed, her anger beginning to leave her as her child clung to the end of her dress. "If you would stop breaking your watches . . ." She said, and then noticed Becca and Frisk standing there. "Oh, hello. Welcome to the Snowed Inn. Would you like some rooms?"

"Ah . . ." Becca hesitated, unsure of how to reply, when Sandro burst back into the conversation,

"No, Munny! These are my friends! Can they stay the night with us?" He asked.

"I don't exactly have room for them, though." Munny murmured, glancing worriedly at Becca and Frisk. "You already share a room with Bunair." She stroked the fur of her child's head in thought. "I don't have sleeping bags."

"We can just stay in one of the hotel rooms!" Sandro suggested. "We can share a bed!" Becca made a small face from the corner of Frisk's eye, but she didn't protest.

"If we have one open." Munny protested, hands on her hips. She gave Sandro a stern look, and then paused as she noticed his jacket. "Sandro! Did you destroy another jacket? You know Sis will be mad!"

"I can't help it!" Sandro whined. "Greater Dog attacked us!" He motioned to the other humans as well. Munny's eyes widened a bit more to see the damage on Frisk as well. Her face darkened a bit.

"I'm going to have stern words with the guards around here! There's playing, and then there's assault!" Her voice softened as she moved out from behind the counter and kneeled down to motion to Frisk. "Come here, child. Let me take a look."

Frisk walked over to her and allowed the mother rabbit to unzip their coat and push it aside to examine Frisk's wound. Bunair continued to cling to her, watching Frisk curiously, before the small rabbit ran and hopped over to Sandro and onto his back, tucking their face down so only their eyes peeked out over his shoulder. Sandro didn't seem to mind the sudden weight one bit.

"I can't believe how rough that dog is becoming!" Munny muttered in outrage. She gently touched Frisk's face, startling the human. At the sight of Frisk's small flinch, she pulled her hand back to give Frisk some space. "Have you eaten at all? Your wound is barely healed."

Frisk shook their head. "Actually . . ." Becca spoke up for the first time since they had entered. She unzipped her jacket as the heat of the room began to become a bit too suffocating. "We haven't eaten in . . . a long time." She seemed hesitant to admit it. There was a reserved quality to her that Frisk didn't really understand.

"Do we have any dinner left, Munny?" Sandro asked, joining them. He shifted Bunair on his back as he waddled playfully over.

"Well, yes there's plenty. After all, I have to feed the hotel." Munny stood and straightened the skirt of her dress. "I suppose I have no choice but to let you two stay, huh? Oh, but wait, what about your parents? Do they know where you are?" Becca visibly closed off, so Frisk and Sandro nodded quickly to cover for her. Her anger about her mother earlier still clung to the edges of all of their minds.

"They came to visit me, but then it got really late. We already called their parents to say they were staying with me!" He lied through his teeth. Frisk had to admire his ability to make up a story like that on the spot. They had always been such a bad liar.

"I wish you would tell me before you just assume people can stay over." Munny grumped a little as she walked over to the staircase in the room and started up it. Sandro automatically went after her, and so Frisk and Becca followed him.

"It's okay because we live in a hotel." Sandro responded carelessly. The upstairs had a hallway that had multiple rooms off of either side, each labelled with a number. There were only about two rooms on each side. At the end of the hallway was a living area with couches, a warm fire, and a kitchen that appeared to be shared by all of the occupants. There was another set of stairs leading down somewhere that the children couldn't see. The fresh smell of a cooked meal floated through the room, and Frisk's stomach growled loud enough for everyone to hear. They ducked their head as Sandro grinned and Bunair giggled.

"Dinner is on the stove. It should still be warm, but you know how to heat it up if it's not. After you eat, the three of you should bathe and then head to bed. Grab room 4's key." Munny informed them. "I'll be in to check on you when we close up for the night." She paused, looking Frisk and Becca up and down. She noted the rips on Becca's raggedy clothing and the slash through Frisk's sweater as well as the shorts. "I'll leave some clothes in the room."

"Thanks Munny!" Sandro handed her Bunair, who she hefted onto her hip easily. Bunair hid their face into her shoulder, but continued to peek at Becca and Frisk curiously. Frisk waved as Munny headed back down the hallway and Bunair waved back. Frisk felt significantly more cheerful.

"She's your temporary mom then?" Becca asked as she approached the stove and took the lid off of the pot sitting there. It appeared to be a stew. Becca's stomach now growled, but she only stared in confusion at the stove. She had no idea how to work it. Sandro saved her the effort by standing on his toes and turning a knob. Immediately the stove crackled and a fire came to life under the pot. Both children stood clear while it heated up more so it would be nice and hot.

"She took me in, yes!" Sandro agreed, already going to grab the bowls. Frisk hunted for some silverware. "When I came to Snowdin, I stayed the night here and told her about how I was lost and trying to get home. But, well," he pulled out the bowls and brought them next to the stove, "you told me that we cannot. So I told her I could not. And eventually I just ended up living here."

"That's awfully nice of her." Becca murmured, confused as she crossed her arms. She was the tallest, so she stirred the stew herself. She made sure to roll up her sleeves as well.

"Munny is nice and also strict!" Sandro agreed. Frisk found the silverware and brought them over. "I am glad she lets me stay here."

Becca didn't respond for a long moment as she contemplatively stirred the stew. All of the children were rather tired, so they allowed themselves to relax in the heat of the house. Frisk was feeling a little drowsy. They were happy to feel their legs again. Sandro hummed to himself as he walked around and set the table. It was a habit that Frisk wasn't used to, so they stuck next to Becca. She had a frown on her face. They tapped her arm to catch her attention and then tilted their head in confusion, worried. Becca glanced at them and then away before she spoke up.

"Sandro, you know that we can't stay here forever, right?"

"What do you mean?" Sandro asked, cutting into the humming of a tune Frisk thought they heard playing outside in the town. Strangely the Underground seemed to hum an undertone of music wherever they were. Frisk liked the music of Snowdin, they decided. They didn't bring up if the other children heard it, though.

"We have to leave Snowdin." Her tone was unreadable. Sandro seemed unconcerned as he plopped himself down in one of the chairs at the table. Becca watched the food to make sure it wasn't bubbling. Sandro leaned his face onto his hand as Frisk held out a bowl for Becca to take. It looked like the food was almost warm enough. Monster stoves worked quickly!

"We cannot leave until we beat Papyrus." Sandro responded.

Becca looked a tiny bit annoyed at that. "We don't have time for your little competition with Papyrus."

Sandro rolled his eyes, throwing his hand up some. "It is not a little competition! And I meant that we need to fight Papyrus. He is trying to capture us. He will not let us leave town even if I was not in competition with him."

That gave Becca pause. Frisk gently took the ladle from her hand to pour the three of them servings of the stew. They couldn't wait to eat. Becca, in response, instead went to find some cups so they could have some drinks with the meal.

"Right." She finally murmured, mostly to herself. They would not be allowed to leave with Papyrus on the hunt for them. He had been trying to trap them, but if they were in town he wouldn't be able to. No doubt he would confront them directly. They had already fought the rest of the guard around Snowdin, so all that was left was to fight Papyrus. Becca didn't really want to hurt the skeleton, though. Sans had brought up his brother to her multiple times over the past four years and it was obviously he adored the skeleton. Becca couldn't risk upsetting Sans. Besides, Papyrus was fairly harmless.

"What does he fight like?" She asked, filling the cups she found with water from the tap and joining Frisk and Sandro at the table. The children were already happily digging in, bright smiles on both of their faces. Becca ate slower, but savored the home-cooked meal. She hadn't had one in a very long time.

Sandro pointed his fork at her. "He uses blue magic a lot! It is very annoying!" He popped a large piece of carrot into his mouth and spoke while chewing, "Although it is fun not in battle. He uses bones to attack."

"That doesn't sound too hard." Becca said, relieved.

"He is a tough person to beat!" Sandro denied. "Do not, uh . . ." He searched for the word and came up short. "Do not think he is weak!"

"We'll do it tomorrow, then." Becca decided. "After we rest up."

Sandro nodded. "Right! We will fight him, and then we will finally beat Papyrus! And he will not hunt us anymore!"

Becca wasn't so sure how true that was. Just because they defeat Papyrus doesn't mean he wouldn't still come after them.

"So what about after?" Sandro continued. Becca paused with her partway to her mouth. Frisk also stopped, blinking in surprise. The children looked at each other and realized they didn't have any sort of plan. They had just decided to move forward into the Underground and not get caught. Sandro looked back and forth between them before he barked a laugh. "You do not know?!"

"I guess we're just . . . looking for the other kids." Becca confessed, sounding a lot less confident than she should feel.

"Cool." Sandro seemed completely at ease for one who had just revealed the biggest hole in the tiniest plan that they had. "Where are they?"

"I don't know." She admitted. "It's possible that they're dead."

Sandro froze, staring at her with his mouth open. "Dead? Like . . . captured?"

"I don't know." She repeated, her voice softer. "If we can't find them . . . they may have been captured. And if they were captured . . ." She didn't finish her statement. She didn't have to.

The silence between them was heavy, none of the children touching their food. Somewhere in the hotel voices could be heard as the guests settled in for the night. Frisk's food felt thick in their stomach. They took a sip of their water.

"I'm sure . . ." They murmured quietly, "that we'll find them. We just have to look."

". . . Yeah." Becca agreed.

"Yeah, he's right! We just need to find them! First we beat Papyrus, and then we find the other kids!" Sandro hit the table in defiance, already hyped up.

"Right! Wait." Becca frowned. "What did you call Frisk? 'He'?"

Sandro shot her a baffled look as Frisk winced. They didn't realize they would have to have this conversation. They had forgotten what it was like to interact with others. "Yeah? Because Frisk is a boy?"

"Actually, they prefer to be called 'they'." Becca corrected. She looked at Frisk. "Right?" She asked for confirmation. Frisk gave her a confused look. How did she know that? Was it automatic for her? "My power told me." She explained. "I'm right, right?" Frisk nodded.

Sandro made a face. "You do not want to be called a boy? Are you actually a girl then?" He asked.

Frisk made a tiny face, discomfort obvious. They didn't know how to explain how they were just uncomfortable with being referred to as one or the other. They didn't really mind if they were thought of as a boy or a girl, but they preferred to not to be called either. Neither felt really right for them.

"Well?" Sandro pressured, not unkindly but certainly a little impatiently. Becca looked about ready to scold him as well.

Frisk pushed their vegetables around in their bowl with their fork, not looking at Sandro as they said quietly, "I . . . prefer 'they'."

"Okay." Sandro said. Both Becca and Frisk looked at him in surprise.

"You're just . . . fine with that? It's not weird?" Becca asked.

"Of course it's weird! I do not get it at all!" Sandro complained. "But there are monsters like that in Snowdin too. And Munny said that even if I do not understand, it is still nicer to call people what they wish to be called. Otherwise I could be hurting their feelings without meaning to." Sandro smiled at Frisk. "Sorry if I hurt you, Frisk."

Frisk gave him a relieved smile, glad of his understanding. It was the least they could ask for.

"Yeah, I don't really get it either." Becca agreed. "But I guess it's not that uncommon. There were plenty of monsters in the Ruins like that too."

"But do you have a thing down there?" Sandro blurted out to Frisk, pointing at their lap.

"Sandro!" Becca cried, scandalized.

"What?" Sandro asked, holding his hands up. "I can only call them one or the other in Spanish! I just want to know!"

"It doesn't matter." Frisk responded, a little flustered and still clearly not super comfortable despite being slightly amused. They could tell that Sandro wasn't trying to be rude about his questioning. "I'm a . . . kid."

Sandro laughed. "You are right! You can tell because you are wearing stripes!"

"What does that have to do with anything?" Becca asked. Frisk hopped out of their seat to go get a second bowl. And to turn off the stove because they had all forgotten to do so.

"You do not know?" Sandro asked, surprised. "In the Underground, children wear striped shirts!"

Becca looked down at her own striped undershirt. "Wait, really? I didn't know."

Sandro shrugged. "I do not really get it, but it is true. It is some weird monster thing, I guess." Frisk rejoined them and began to finish off their second helping with gusto. "When we are done, we can go down to the hot springs and bathe!"

"What are hot springs?" Becca asked warily. "Why not just use the bathtubs?"

"There are not any in the hotel." Sandro explained simply, going over to the sink to rinse and clean his bowl. "The baths are the hot springs. They are big natural pools of water that are really hot and are outside! It is cool to see the snow and be in a warm spring!"

"Outside?" Becca and Frisk shared a look. "How many are there?"

"There is one for the boys, one for the girls, and one that is shared. They are apparently small, according to Munny, but that is okay. I like them a lot!" He turned to Frisk. "I will go into the shared one with you, Frisk! That way you do not have to feel like you have to choose one or the other!"

Becca and Frisk stared at him with wide eyes. "S-Share?" Becca asked. They both tried to picture it.

Sandro laughed. "No need to be shy!" He called, already heading down the set of stairs that the children had yet to explore. "Finish and wash your bowls! I will wait down here!"

"Oh my god." Becca hissed as she and Frisk finished their food and went to wash their bowls. "Shared baths? Outside?"

"Like in anime." Frisk marveled a little. The hot springs in anime had always looked really cool, but they didn't think they would ever get to visit them.

"What's anime?" Becca sounded even more confused. Frisk decided it was easier not to explain right now. They were eager but a little nervous to go to the hot springs. They had never bathed with anyone else before.

"Shared bath?" They asked Becca as the two hesitantly descended the stairs.

"Uh, I think I'll go onto the girl's side." Becca denied, face scrunching at the thought of going into the same bath as Sandro and Frisk.

"Why?" Sandro asked as they joined him. He was already stripped down to his underwear. Becca quickly looked away as Frisk squeaked a bit. Sandro unashamedly stripped of his underwear and threw them into the cubby where his clothes were, grabbing one of the fresh towels nearby. Luckily for the sake of his friends he tied the towel around his waist. "I am very used to naked people."

"You would have to be if you all have to share a bath!" Becca complained. "And I can't just . . . share a bath with a boy!"

"Why? Oh! Is it because you have boobies?" He asked.

"Sandro!" Becca covered her chest, her cheeks darkening even more. Frisk bit their lip to stop their laughter. Becca shot a glare at them, letting the child know she hadn't missed their amusement.

Sandro laughed out loud, not bothering to hide it. "I get it! Some women are like that." He told Frisk. "The girl's side is back through the door and to the left. It is the room next door."

"Thank you." Becca sighed, already turning away. "I'm not a kid like you two are." She muttered under her breath as she left. Still Frisk and Sandro heard her.

"It is definitely because of the boobs." Sandro murmured to Frisk. Frisk grinned and nodded. Becca couldn't be much older than the two of them, but Frisk understood that she wouldn't want to bathe with them. Hesitantly Frisk stripped as well and placed their items in a separate cubby hole and grabbed a towel to wrap around themselves. "Oh okay, so that's what you have." Sandro commented idly.

Frisk flushed. "Sandro, please . . ." They protested.

Sandro held his hands up. "Sorry, sorry! I will not bring it up again. It does not matter anyway." Frisk ducked their head, still feeling embarrassed. Sandro gently pushed them towards the door with a cloth that covered the entrance. "The spring is through here! Come, come, come!"

The hot spring was definitely small like Sandro had said, surrounded on all sides by wooden fences that separated the hot springs from each other. They were able to see the top of the Underground, but nobody would be able to look into the springs. Frisk stared at the naturally heated pool of water and the smooth rocks. The water was white as some of the snow that surrounded the pool that hadn't melted from the heat. Frisk kept getting hit with bursts of cold and hot air.

"We have to actually bathe first!" Sandro pushed Frisk away from the pool and towards some shower heads. "The springs are for relaxing."

"Why?" Frisk asked as Sandro already got the showerheads going and pulled over the shampoos and body washes.

"Dunno. They do not want the springs to be dirty, so we have to wash ourselves first." He pointed at Frisk's stomach as he dropped his towel to step under the warm spray of the showerhead. "Does that still hurt?"

Sandro hadn't been injured like Frisk had. Their wound ached some and was tender at the touch, but there wasn't much they could do. Monster food hadn't healed them. They would just need to put up with it. They nodded to Sandro, also stepping under a different showerhead to begin washing themselves.

"We will try to bandage it later." Sandro decided, scrubbing at his body with the soap. "Munny and the other monsters do not want any gross stuff in the water."

It was still a bit awkward for Frisk to bathe with another human being, but they adjusted to it quickly enough. Sandro made conversation that didn't allow time for Frisk's shyness to come back into their mind. He was comfortable to be around. Frisk couldn't help smiling to themselves. So this was what friends were like to have!

When the two were clean, they inched their way into the hot water of the spring, hissing a bit at the temperature difference from the cooler air, but adjusting soon enough. Sandro sighed and splashed his way into deeper parts, allowing himself to float. Frisk stayed near the edges, taking in the floral scent of the water. The whiteness must be because of soap, they thought.

"Becca!" Sandro called, his voice loud but not too loud. He must have remembered that it was considered late in the Underground (although Frisk wasn't sure how they could tell).

"I'm here!" Becca's voice was even softer, but clear from the other side of the wooden fence. Frisk and Sandro swam over to the edge so that they were closer. "These springs are . . . really nice." She admitted to them. She must have moved closer too.

"Sale." Sandro agreed, humming contentedly. "Mi familia would love it."

Frisk and Becca didn't speak for a moment. But then Frisk asked hesitantly, "Do you . . . miss them?"

"Ah, sí, I do." His eyes were only a tiny bit wistful as he said, "But I cannot go home. So I do not think about them."

"We'll get you home, Sandro." Becca called from the other side. "We're all gonna go home."

"That sounds nice!" Sandro smiled, fully believing her. Frisk didn't respond. Sandro opened his mouth, looking ready to ask Becca a follow-up question, but then decided against it with a wince. Perhaps it was better if he didn't bring up Becca's family. Instead he turned to Frisk. "What about you?"

Frisk's fingers ran silently over the rock the leaned on. Their expression was unreadable to Sandro's eyes. They didn't look like they wanted to respond, though.

Sandro decided to change his question. "How did you fall, anyway?" He gave a small laugh. "I fell by accident. I was with my sisters and their friends and we were playing on the mountain. So many kids had disappeared that they closed it off, so my sisters said it was haunted." He rolled onto his back in the water, kicking his feet a bit. "My sister's friends drove us out to the mountain. We climbed it to see if it was haunted and we found a really big hole with vines everywhere in a cave. It was very cool."

Frisk was watching him. Sandro splashed a bit of water onto his face and shook to get the droplets off. "One of my sisters dared me to get close to the hole and see how deep it was. They were too scared. I did, but the rock broke beneath me. And managed to grab a vine but." He stopped and shrugged. "I fell."

"So you fell because you were too stupid not to get near the hole?" Becca asked, but she sounded like she was mostly joking to try to lighten the mood.

Sandro played along as he became a bit offended. "It was because I was too brave!" He countered. "How did you fall, hmm?"

Becca sighed. Frisk waited for her to become upset again, but instead her voice developed into something blank. "My mama and I were just hiking when we fell into the mountain through one of the gorges. We ended up in the Ruins. We would have died on impact, but we were saved by an underwater lake and some monsters who had healed us." It sounded like a story she had told many times before. Her voice developed a bit more life as she asked, "Wait, the mountain is considered haunted?"

"You did not know?" Sandro was surprised. It had become such a strong rumor when he had been on the surface. "It was said that anybody who climbs the mountain would disappear because of the spirits of the missing people. Right, Frisk?"

Frisk didn't respond for a moment, and then said, "They just say . . . that people who climb the mountain . . . disappear. I didn't hear about . . . spirits."

"I guess the rumor changed then." Sandro admitted. "So why were you on the mountain, Frisk?"

Frisk visibly retreated from the conversation, closing themselves off. Their face blanked out of all expression. Sandro stared at them, shocked by the sudden change. When the silence extended for too long, Becca spoke up,

"They don't have to tell us if they don't want to." Her voice was gentle. "Some of the kids who I met . . . don't have happy stories. So if they don't want to talk about it, we shouldn't push them."

"Not happy stories?" Sandro asked, confused. "We all fell down into a world full of monsters leaving behind our families. I am sure there is nothing sadder than that."

"You would be surprised." Becca's voice was almost too soft to hear. "You are so naïve, Sandro."

"What does that even mean?" He asked, offended.

"Cold." Frisk interrupted, cutting off the argument before it could grow. They were thankful for Becca's understanding. They didn't really want to talk about it. They trusted Sandro and Becca, but the wound was still too fresh. Still they couldn't help but wonder if Becca's power had told her their story.

Frisk moved to the edge of the spring and climbed out, ready to go to bed. After everything that had happened, exhaustion was starting to creep up on them. Sandro followed suit giving a call to Becca that they were getting out and to meet them in the hallway connecting the different changing rooms. The three of them dried off to the best of their abilities and scurried inside into the warmth of the house with their towels wrapped around them.

The key to room 4 was hanging on the handle of the room, so Sandro unlocked it and pushed open the door. There was only a single large bed inside as well as a door leading to a small bathroom. There was a single dresser with three sets of clothes piled on top of it. Sandro rushed over immediately, dropping his bundle of worn clothing in the corner before dropping his towel. Becca's eyes squeezed shut as she made a noise of protest, but Sandro ignored her.

Frisk, having grown used to being naked as well, also dropped their towel to start dressing in the long clothes that Munny had left for them. The clothing was a bit too big and very obviously Sandro's pjs, but they were woolen and warm and Frisk could only sigh with pleasure as they dried their hair more. Sandro entered the bathroom and came out with what appeared to be bandages. He handed them to Frisk, and Frisk took the time to rolled them on to cover the wound. They had a strange heat about them that caused the bandages to glow faintly green. Already the ache in their stomach was fading. What kind of bandages were these?

"I don't think I want to get used to you two running around naked." Becca complained as she shot a glare at the now-clothed and bandaged children and walked into the bathroom with her new clothes. Sandro jumped up onto the bed and hopped a couple of times, laughing. Next door he could hear snores, so he knew he had to keep it down, but he was excited to have a sleepover. He bounced high and did a flip, but failed to go all the way around and landed on his back, half-falling off the bed in the process.

Frisk watched him curiously before they scurried under the covers and crawled towards the top of the bed. Sandro watched their progression before he cried out and tackled them. Frisk squeaked and flailed under Sandro's assault as he began to tickle them through the blanket, cackling all the while.

"Seriously?" Becca asked as she reentered the bedroom. Sandro noticed that she was wearing one of Munny's smaller night gowns with the higher collar. He stared, noting how mature and lovely she looked even as she carefully placed her faded ribbon and belt with her knife on it on the bedside table and crawled into the bed too. She shoved Sandro aside with her foot and shimmied under the covers, startling a little as Frisk popped their head out right beside her. Their hair was a mess, but the smile on their face was brilliant. Becca grabbed their face and playfully shoved them away as well.

"You are not tired, are you?" Sandro asked, already hopping on the bed again. Frisk climbed out from under the covers to tottle a little on the top of the bed as well, standing on the other side of Becca.

"Of course I am! We battled a lot today and I used my power quite a bit!" She sounded a little snappish, clearly annoyed at Sandro, and now Frisk, refusing to settle down. Frisk grabbed one of the pillows and fluffed it. "I want to get some sleep."

"Pssh, but it is still early!" Sandro protested, only to receive a pillow to the face. He cried out and stumbled before falling backwards onto the bed. Frisk grinned and threw their fists up at their victory. Becca groaned, burying her face into her pillow. "THIS MEANS WAR!" Sandro growled as he scooped up his own pillow and chucked it at Frisk. The human dodged and caught the pillow, only to be attacked from above as Sandro jumped and smacked them in the head. Becca could do nothing but glare reproachfully as the children fought a fierce battle with their pillow weapons.

It was only after the two were panting and too fatigued to continue did they both collapse onto the bed with sighs. Frisk's hair was everywhere, but much drier than it had been. Both children had worked up a sweat. The battle had been brutal, but nobody knew who had actually won so they called it a draw. Frisk climbed off of the bed to use the bathroom before the three of them settled properly into the bed and turned out the lights. The snoring next door was louder now, droning in a chorus that sounded faintly familiar.

Frisk rolled onto their side and stared at Becca, although Becca couldn't actually see them do it. She could sense it, though. She didn't really understand what they wanted and Frisk wasn't saying. It was weird for her to be sharing a bed with someone (especially a bed this nice and soft. She hadn't slept like this in a long time). Sandro was already completely comfortable, legs and arms spread in a stretch before he settled down with a pleased sigh.

"What is it, Frisk?" Becca finally whispered, turning her head to gaze at them. Her eyes were adjusting some. There wasn't a window in the small room, but there was a soft glow from some strange stone in the bathroom that was almost like a nightlight.

Frisk ducked their head and then shrugged. "N . . . nothing." They murmured back.

"You sure?" She asked.

Frisk hesitated, and Becca felt a fondness bubble in her chest. She was already getting used to reading the child. For all that Frisk was a quiet person, they always seemed to make their thoughts known in other ways. Becca was glad she was good at interpreting the signs. She waited for Frisk to voice their thoughts.

"I just . . ." They sounded embarrassed and a little withdrawn, "I wanted . . . can I . . . cuddle?" Their voice was tiny with the final word. Becca realized that the child fully expected to be rejected, even though they had already slept together before. Maybe she was seeing things wrong . . . but she was starting to wonder if Frisk wasn't used to physical affection. They had always seemed surprised by casual touches.

Becca didn't have the heart to say no even as a part of her kind of cringed at the thought. She was used to sleeping alone and liked her space, unsure of how to deal with sharing a space with another person. "Yeah. Sure." She offered, holding her arm out to them. Frisk blinked at her once before they scooted in, tucking their face against her shoulder and hesitantly wrapped their arm around her chest. Her heart rate picked up a little bit at the contact, but soon she adjusted to the touch. Frisk was already relaxing against her.

On the other side of Becca, Sandro rolled over to face them and scooted closer as well, but not to cuddle. "So what about tomorrow?" He asked with a wide yawn. Becca made a face at the blast of breath straight to her face.

"Tomorrow we should go fight Papyrus. And make sure we have enough food. We can't risk being captured." She told her friends.

"Right!" Sandro nodded before he huffed a laugh. "Although I do not believe Papyrus will actually give us to the capitol."

"He could though!" Becca warned.

"I guess? I think it is more likely he will get Undyne to do it. She is the captain of the guard, after all."

That was worrisome. "Do you know if Papyrus called her?"

"I think he did, but Undyne is used to me." Sandro explained. "She probably thinks that Papyrus and me are playing 'Human and Guard'. He has used me to practice capturing people before and we fight all of the time."

Becca gave a relieved sigh. "Sandro, honestly I'm really glad you decided to stay here. Things could be a lot worse if you weren't friends with people in town."

"I know, right?" Sandro grinned. He shuffled around onto his back and yawned again. "Tomorrow we can talk to Munny so I can tell her I am leaving for a while. And then we will fight Papyrus and go to Waterfall and search for other humans!"

"Waterfall is next?" Becca asked.

"Yes. I have not been there, but I know Undyne lives there."

"Great." Becca had a feeling things would just get harder from there. Her hand clenched into the covers a bit more. Her LV may come in handy.

"Good night." Frisk whispered.

"Good night!" Sandro echoed.

"Sleep well." Becca finally murmured. Tomorrow would be a long day.

A/N: Things will just get harder from here.