Hello Readers! Welcome to my newest story Deal with the Devil based in the Underfell universe! What is my fascination with the Underfell AU you might be asking yourself. Well I don't have a very good answer aside from the fact that I am intrigued by the idea of my favorite Undertale characters portrayed with edgier and darker personalities. I feel like I have a little more freedom working with the idea of of Underfell characters then I do with with the original Undertale characters.

If you're here because you like my Undertale story and thought you'd give this one a read then thank you for choosing to read this. If you're more of a fan of the original Undertale then you may not really enjoy this story quite as much. This story will have a darker atmosphere to it. Violence, swearing, potentially suggestive content, and darker themes are just a few things to mention. Basically put it won't be a bunch of sunshine and rainbows. There will probably be some fluff thrown in however((I love fluff, so don't be surprised if it's there.)) It's really a good opportunity for me to try something outside of what I normally type.

I have a very vague idea for where I want to go with this story, but it's more or less something I'll use to take a break from my Undertale story occasionally so the updates on this one might be sporadic. It's more or less what I'll use when I want to step away from Undertale but if I don't want to stop writing.

Thank you all for reading, commenting, and faving this story! I hope you all enjoy!

A young woman sat with her anxiety safely hidden away from view in a big conference room filled with both humans and monsters. She had rich, chocolate colored hair that came down to the top of her back. Today the woman had it pulled back into a mini pony tail with a few stray bangs loosely framing her face. She had a pair of sharp looking green eyes that held a glimmer of incredible intelligence in their emerald colored depths. Her slightly sun kissed skin seemed a bit out of place for a human who had been in the Underground for what appeared to be the better part of a year. The young woman wore a charcoal gray suit in place of a more feminine option, and a long red tie to finish off the look. She stared quietly and observantly as the other humans discussed a few things among themselves, her face was a mask of calmness and seriousness as she observed the human leaders from several various towns and cities as they talked occasionally to her as well.

To her left sat the intimidating King of Monsters, Asgore, just as silent and regal looking as she herself appeared. His long, shaggy black hair pulled back out of his red and yellow gaze and into a long French braid down his back. The human, Frisk was her name, had suggested such a hairstyle as it allowed others to see his eyes and it made him appear a bit more approachable than he had originally been. His golden crown sat atop his black mane, indicating his status among the monsters. His crimson cape and ebony black armor had been replaced with something a little less intimidating since the two had begun trying to repair the relations between Monsters and Humans.

At Frisk's suggestion Asgore had asked Toriel to make him a custom made suit. It was ebony black just as his armor was, made of a lightweight material similar to that of his cape. On the top left area of the suits jacket was a Delta Ruin, the symbol of the king's people, in a gold thread that stood out from the rest of the suit as it was the only bright color on Asgore.

As the two listened to the humans speak of issues with Monster kind, Asgore ran his white, fuzzy hand over his black mustache in thought. The humans weren't completely narrow minded but they were still hesitant to accept his people even after they had been on the surface almost a year and a half now. The weekly meetings where the humans would degrade his people or accuse them of ridiculous things were starting to wear on the King's patience. However with Frisk's perseverance, her determination, and her uncanny ability to defuse potentially critical situations, the human was more assistance to the king than she would ever realize. Asgore couldn't have been happier after asking the woman to help his people once more and be their ambassador, with her natural ability to talk through things she was saving him a lot of headaches, and potentially him losing what patience he had with these humans and rekindling the wars of old all over again.

A short time later, once a lot of the complaints were smoothed over by Frisks logical thinking and counter points or by Asgore agreeing to speak with the monster culprits himself on certain situations, Frisk and Asgore left the shelter of the large building and made their way out into the city. There was a small group of people outside of the building, protesting the King and his people for trying to "take over" their city.

The group had really dwindled down since Asgore's first meeting with the human leaders of this city and surrounding small cities and towns. Back then it had literally been a mob basically carrying pitchforks and torches hoping to force the monsters back to their "world". The human's violence against monsters in those first few months was pretty bad, resulting in injuries and even a few deaths. However the King had held strong against the demands that his people made of him, they had insisted that they should be allowed to kill in return. However the king refused, telling his people that killing to even the score would only result in the same problems they had encountered all those years ago. He asked his people to learn from the human that had faced the monsters hell that was the Underground and persevere and stay determined in the face of violence.

While not everyone listened to the king, the majority of his subjects at least made an effort to try to remain peaceful with the humans, although it was a difficult feat for a race that had known only "kill or be killed" for so long. Also the threat of Asgore's Royal Guard patrolling the borders of the monster's city had kept the humans at bay and the other monsters pacified that they would at least be protected in their own city.

As Frisk and Asgore scanned the group that had formed to protest their presents in the human city, a small group of the royal guard appeared and tried to peacefully form a path for their King and Ambassador to walk down. Undyne, leading the way through the human mob, bowed her head in greeting to Asgore. "Your Highness." She greeted with a toothy smirk on her scaly face. The fish woman had been "upgraded" to the King's body guard, and took the role very seriously as she wasn't intimidated by the humans or their mobs that they formed. One well time swipe from her energy spear could send the humans falling backwards or fleeing from her, of course Frisk tried her best to remind the monster that they wanted to keep things peaceful but Undyne rarely listened to that plea on her own.

As they walked, the angry yelling and jeers of the crowd stung at Frisk's ears as her head gave a faint throb. She was already tired from the stress of the meeting that had taken up most of the day, and now having to hear how ignorant some of her fellow humans were was tiring in itself.

"Oh look it's the woman that would rather forsake her own people and grovel at the feet of the so called King of Monsters." Frisk heard a voice from the crowd say.

"I'd rather forsake my own people than listen to any of you scared, narrow minded idiots. You don't bother to understand the monster race and just jump right into the judgment of their kind." Frisk mentally replied, her fists clenching and unclenching slightly as she pushed down the anger.

"Is she even any better than them? I mean she's basically a monster just for helping them right?" another voice called out. Frisk inhaled deeply as she tried to ignore the sharp words.

"Heh, I bet she's just pretending to be friendly with them so that when they decide to try to kill us all they might spare her. She's so selfish!" yet another voice spoke amongst the crowd. That comment caused Frisk to freeze in mid step and look around for the owner of the voice. Her eyes fell on a man nearby, who didn't look too much older than she was.

Anger clouded the woman's gaze as she strode over to him, her eyes narrowed dangerously as he took a jump back from her sudden appearance. "You must like to pretend to be a bad ass if you can go around talking shit but then jump back in a panic when someone approaches you." Frisk commented in a cool tone as she watched the man recover from his panic. A calm smirk lifted the corner of her mouth now, even though the depths of her green eyes were still filled with anger. "I would suggest taking your fake bravery elsewhere before you get hurt because you like to hear yourself talk." Her tone was still cool as she stood tall in front of the man looking up at him with an unblinking gaze.

A heavy hand rested on Frisk's shoulder as she glanced back to see Asgore's calm gaze on her. "Ambassador, let's go." His strong voice commanded as he directed her away from the possible fight and towards the two cars the waited to take them home. Frisk didn't argue, that tone was one that meant it was not open for argument. Signaling to the driver that was here to pick up Frisk to give them a moment, Asgore lead Frisk to the car that would be taking him back to his castle like home and set her in the back seat before sitting next to her.

"I'm sorry Asgore. I should have just kept ignoring them but…" Frisk hesitated as a frown crossed her features and her eyes were cast downwards.

"It's bound to happen Frisk. However, you must keep your cool and not let their words get the better of you. Do you need to talk?" the king offered as his gaze slid gently over to the human beside him. She gave her head a shake.

"I'm fine. It's just been a long day for us and I let them get under my skin is all." Frisk explained in a quiet tone as she looked to the king now who gave a nod of acceptance at her explanation. It had indeed been a long day, and he couldn't forget that if he was as tired as he felt then Frisk very well could be exhausted.

"Very well. Please relax tonight. Should you not feel up to doing Toriel's diplomat lesson tomorrow just give one of us a call. You are very important… to all of us, and I don't want you to exhaust yourself too badly." Asgore replied as he made a motion with his hand and the car door opened for Frisk to exit.

"Thank you Asgore. I should be fine but if for some reason I'm not I'll let one of you two know." Frisk replied bowing her head respectfully to the king as she got out of his car. He acted very much like a father to Frisk, but as much as she wanted to treat him as such, the King's soul was still healing. To push him over the edge again by stirring up old, painful memories wouldn't be good. "Thank you." She spoke again this time a gentle smile on her features as she looked at the king.

Asgore blinked his red eyes at the human a moment before a slight smile crossed his maw, his long fangs glistened slightly in the setting sunlight. "You are welcome Frisk." He replied in his deep tone looking at the woman as she exited the car. He was grateful for her natural ability to be calm and happy as it made his broken soul feel just the slightest bit lighter now that he had allowed her to get past his defenses.

The door to the kings car closed behind her and Frisk saw the ever intimidating Undyne staring down at her with her toothy smirk. "Heh, have a 'GREAT' night punk! I know I had a fricken blast today." Undyne spoke in a mocking tone to the human.

Frisk arched a brow as she looked at the fish woman suspiciously. Usually on the day of the meetings when Papyrus was given the day off from his rounds Sans normally took his place. Undyne and Alphys were known for giving Sans a hard time, but usually it wasn't anything the shorter skeleton couldn't handle. Usually, for the sake of his brother's love for being in the Royal Guard, he kept himself on his best behavior when dealing with the two of them since Undyne was still considered the captain of the king's guard. Frisk walked away not bothering to respond to Undyne so that she didn't cause trouble.

Frisk walked towards the bright red car that would take her home. She had her license and was perfectly able to drive herself however her self appointed body guard was insistent on driving her home from these things. Asgore and Toriel hadn't argued as they felt with the stress Frisk was under after these meetings it might be better if she had someone who could take her home.

Getting into the passenger front seat, Frisk gave a deep sigh as she sunk deeply into the seat. Sitting beside her was the skeleton, Papyrus. His appearance hadn't changed much since the days of the Underground, aside from his clothing ever so slightly. Rather than sporting his battle armor the skeleton had chosen to wear a tight, black undershirt with sleeves that ended just above the elbow and the bottom was tucked into his pants, and a black leather vest that zipped up to the top of his sternum and came down just below his rib cage. It was decorated with a yellow delta symbol on the front top left area of the vest. He still wore his signature red scarf and red battle gloves. His pants were a black, jean like material held up with a belt that had a Gaster Blaster belt buckle. The pant legs were tucked into his tall, red boots.

"ARE YOU ALRIGHT LADY FRISK?" the skeleton asked with a slight hint of worry in his tone as his sharp, red gaze drifted to the human who sat with her eyes closed. Frisk opened her eyes and looked over at the taller skeleton with a slight smile.

"Yeah Papy I'm fine… I'm just… I'm tired is all; it's been a long day." Frisk replied in a gentle voice as she looked at the skeleton. She ran her hand over her face inhaling deeply as she stared up at the roof of Papyrus's car. The skeleton said no more as the engine roared to life and they headed for home, a house he, Frisk, and Sans all had taken up residence at in the bustling monster city of Mountain Home.

As the radio played quietly in the background, Frisk found herself drifting off into the delicate twilight of sleep. Her memories from the past playing out in the dreamscape she had drifted off to.

Frisk panted slightly as she approached the small town of Snowdin. She was starting to get tired… starting to feel like she was walking in circles. What RESET was this again? 9? 10? One of those two, she had almost lost count, however doing the RESET's was the only way to get to the happy ending the monsters of the Underground deserved... it was the only way she was going to get close enough to Sans, or Red as she had nicknamed him, in order to make everything work out okay.

"Maybe he'll listen this time… just maybe… he can teach me what I want to know. I know he's curious why I won't just escape and leave things as they are, Asgore won't listen to me when I try to do things peacefully, and he'd rather… kill himself, 8 or 9 times now he's done it. I know I can save him though, and it all begins with saving Toriel from her self imposed exile." Frisk muttered softly to herself as she looked around the small, snowy town.

The image grew fuzzy and Frisk found herself in the Judgment Hall once more standing before a shorter skeleton with blazing ruby red eyes that seemed to bore into her soul, as if searching for something. His heavy black winter jacket clung to his frame, as he kept his skeletal hands tucked into his pockets. He wore black pants with yellow stripes down the outside of the legs, and black and red sneakers on his feet. A long, crimson red, sleeveless shirt was worn beneath the skeletons coat. A few rips and tears adorned the shirt as "souvenirs" from other monsters that had a beef with the shorter skeleton.

"Back again, Doll? Aren't ya sick of this game? Sick of the RESETS? What are ya trying to accomplish by continuing to come back here, Doll?" The skeleton spoke in a deep sounding tone as he locked his red eyes with the human's green ones. She felt a slight chill crawl down her spine, the stare was… different from before. There was something… an emotion, or something, just beneath the surface of those red eyes but it was still hidden from the human's sight.

"Red… I keep telling you why I keep coming back. There's a happy ending here, and I've figured out what I need to do but… I need your help Red. This is something only you and Papy can help me with." Frisk spoke in a calm tone as her eyes never wavered from the skeleton in front of her. She couldn't show him fear, she had learned that he fed off of that emotion.

Sans tilted his head back and let out a loud, sarcastic sounding laugh that echoed in the hall around the two, Frisk had asked Flowey to wait outside the hall this time so it could just be her and Sans, one on one. The skeleton looked at her now still chuckling under his breath as his smirk lifted the corner of his mouth, his gold tooth gleaming in the light that filtered through the large windows of the ebony and gold colored hall. "That's rich. The all mighty human savior is asking for a monsters help?! Alright, I'll bite Doll. What the hell kind of plan do ya need my fucking help with? I mean I've done nothing but find ways to make sure ya get killed throughout all these timelines but hey, I'm a reasonable monster so I'll at least listen before we go through this fight again." The skeleton spoke in a mocking tone as he gave the woman a dark smirk.

"I… I need to learn how to use my soul's determination to heal a broken soul. I need to learn how to use my soul power to grab a monsters soul… and transfer energy from my soul to another's" Frisk replied to Sans's words hesitantly. The skeleton was silent as he blinked his eye sockets at the woman before a low rumbling chuckle came from his throat before it was released into a full blown laugh that echoed around them once more.

"Seriously?! That's your fucking plan? Are ya stupid? Give me one god damn reason why I should teach ya how to do THAT? I mean I got a counter argument of ya potentially using that power against ME!" Sans replied as he held his ribs after recovering from his laughing fit.

"You'll do it because you're curious Red. You've always let me get this far but not without causing me some kind of hell. These past 2 or 3 RESETS I've noticed you seem curious why I keep doing this, or maybe you're curious whether or not I can do it. So you've been easing up just a bit, just to see… to see if I'll be back." Frisk replied issuing a smirk of her own as she kept her eyes on the skeleton who frowned slightly at her words now. "What if I give you my word I won't use the power against you, Red? I just need to be able to heal Toriel's and Asgore's soul and I think my plan will work." Frisk offered in a low tone.

Rather than giving an answer, a wave of bones was shot the human's way as she reacted as quickly as she could to avoid the attack before she felt the cold grip of his magic on her soul as he stared at her with blazing eye sockets now. "Beat Asgore again this time, finish this run… then, if ya think ya got the 'guts', RESET and come find me in Snowdin. Heh if you're that determined we can… make a deal… let's see how determined ya REALLY are human!" and with that the world around Frisk faded to black.

The world seemed to fade in around Frisk again as another memory came back to her. She was in front of the Snowdin sign once again looking around as she held Flowey in her arms in a wood bucket filled with soil. "Where would Red be? I assume this is another little game of his since I haven't seen him since Papy figured out I was a human. It's a game to see if I'm willing to go the distance even when he's not there, which I did for Papy's sake. Now he's hiding though, and I have to go and play this little game of cat and mouse with him." Frisk muttered to herself as she looked around the small town.

"I'm still not sure this is a good idea Frisk. You can't exactly trust that damn skeleton, how do you know he'll even keep his word?!" Flowey grumbled slightly as they went. Frisk had explained her plan to the monster before she had RESET the last time. He wasn't exactly ecstatic about the situation.

"As bad as he is, Red always keeps his promises, he always has. His word is something he's never once broken during all the RESETS Flowey. I trust him to keep his word because of that." Frisk replied to her friend as she made her way into Snowdin.

The woman walked to Grillbyz bar and peered in through the window, there sat the skeleton as calm as ever at the bar. He had a bottle of mustard in his hand as he waited; wondering if the human would show up. Frisk inhaled deeply and walked into the bar, ignoring the intimidating stares from the other patrons as she walked up and sat down next to Sans who gave a slight chuckle. The woman set Flowey's bucket gently on the counter as she remained silent, while the flower glared angrily at Sans.

"Well, Doll, I see ya finally made it here." Sans spoke in his normal sarcastic sounding tone, he didn't bother to look at the human beside him.

"Yeah Red, I did. I was serious when I asked for your help. So… you gonna owe up to your part of the first deal and talk with me? Or are we playing another game of cat and mouse?" Frisk asked as she sat staring ahead with her hands folded together on the counter.

"Heh, this is why I don't make promises. They'll get me into trouble. Alright Doll… let's make a deal. Let's say I DO help ya out and teach ya how to do what ya want to do… what do I get out of this deal?" the skeleton replied as he spared Frisk a glance of his red pinprick gaze.

"Of course…" Frisk muttered softly, mostly to herself, before facing the skeleton, looking at him with a calm expression on her face. She should have known that he wanted to get something out of this deal, he would never have agreed to help her if he didn't think he would get something in exchange for his help. "What do you want in exchange for helping me Red? I'm not in the mood to play guessing games, so give me a direct response. Please?" The woman asked in a soft tone as she tried to figure out what he wanted.

Sans gave a slightly louder laugh as he took a sip of the mustard in his hand before facing Frisk now, his red gaze boring into hers. "Getting tired there, Doll? I guess it's to be expected, every time ya do those RESETS it takes ya about six months at least to get to Asgore because of all the monsters out to getchya. You've done this what, 10 or 11 damn times now? It's just a good thing the RESETS reset your age too otherwise you'd be in trouble." The skeleton chuckled slightly at the thought of all the trouble she had gone through.

Frisk's determination intrigued him from the start. However before the first RESET, after the human had watched Asgore impale himself with his own weapon to prove that he was still stronger than the human, he thought she had learned that it truly was kill or be killed here. However she RESET the timeline and came back, doing things the exact same way, being that sickeningly sweet and nice to the monsters. To him. Sans knew he didn't deserve that since he had made the last timeline a fucking hell for her but… she still regarded him with the same kindness as the first time. She tried to talk to him, though he refused her help.

The human's determination did more than intrigue him though, he felt… something… after going through all these timelines with her. Although Sans would never openly admit that. Shoving his thoughts to the back of his mind, the skeleton smirked at Frisk. "Alright, two conditions I want your word on if ya do manage to save all us monsters thanks to mine and the Boss's help. Firstly ya don't use this ability against either of us… ever." He said bluntly looking at the human.

"I already know that Red, I'm the one who made that promise to begin with remember? I agree that I will not use it against either one of you two ever. What's the second condition?" Frisk asked starting to feel a bit impatient as she worked hard to keep her tone calm.

"Heh. Ya sound impatient. That excited to get into this with me Doll?" The skeleton snickered as he took another sip of his mustard. "The second condition is that ya give me your word that you'll be my subordinate for as long as I want. I've always like the idea of being someone's Boss for a change. Not that I don't enjoy seeing my bro happy, but no one really shows me much respect since I'm just feared by association with the Boss." His deep, sarcastic tone held a faint hint of interest to it as he shifted his red eyes back to the woman whose green eyes had grown wide in shock at the request, Flowey too stared wide eyed at the skeleton with his mouth hanging open after hearing his request . Resisting the urge to burst into laughter at the look on her face he waited in silence, his wide toothy grin showing off the pointed gold tooth he had.

"W-what… exactly would th-that mean? I m-m-mean what would I have to… do for you, exactly?" Frisk stuttered in disbelief her calm demeanor fleeing her in place of shock at the request.

"Oh my god Frisk! Don't seriously consider that! You're being an idiot! Do you have any idea just what he COULD be considering asking of you if you agree to this?!" Flowey shrieked as he turned himself to face the human now. He was stunned she would even consider such a thing.

"Flowey… enough… please…" Frisk spoke to him in a soft tone wanting to comfort him, but knowing there was little she could do at the same time since they were both thinking the worst about this idea. The flower monster opened and closed his mouth a few times at the human before giving a little huff of frustration and crossing his leaves angrily.

"Haven't really thought that far tibia honest, but if ya don't want my help that's fine too. I don't have a problem leaving ya high and dry, and ya can fight your way through more timelines." Sans replied in a calm tone as he hopped off his chair, tucking his hands into the pockets of his coat.

"W-wait! Okay, okay fine! I… I agree that if you help me out I will…" Frisk paused; her words were caught in her throat as panic filled her soul. "I will be… your… subordinate, Red." She choked out the words as her calm mask broke for a moment and she glared at the skeleton who was forcing her hand now, knowing that she needed his help badly in order to give everyone their happy ending. "However I REFUSE to kill anyone for you. I won't let you use me like that." Frisk had her own condition to set if he was serious about that. She watched as Sans looked back over his shoulder and smirked darkly at her while giving a chuckle. He held out his hand arching an eye socket as he did.

"I wasn't planning anything like that, but I guess better safe than sorry right? Alright, I won't use ya to kill anyone. Let's shake on it then, to… uh… seal the deal I guess." Sans's smirk widened as he waited for Frisk to shake his hand. The woman had learned to be skeptical of his handshake over the course of the timelines, looking at him with a suspicious stare the woman's hesitance was rewarded with another slight chuckle. "No 'joy buzzers', I promise Doll. Just what ya would call a 'gentleman's' agreement."

Frisk took a deep breath before quickly standing to her feet. She extended her hand taking his in hers as she firmly gave his hand a shake to seal her fate. Frisk bit back a gasp of surprise as red magic wound up her arm quickly gripping her soul in its tendrils. She felt the cold grip of Sans's magic on her soul as she arched a brow at the skeleton, who stood grinning at her with a calm look in his red gaze. She could see her own souls blue magic winding up his arm and gripping his soul as well. Suddenly the magic vanished though the cold chill still gripped her soul. "Heh… thanks t o my magic you're bound to your promises, and I'm bound to mine. So don't think about running off if ya get to the surface because your plan works, Doll. I'll be able to find ya no matter how far ya run, or where ya hide." Sans informed the woman as he broke their handshake, a wicked grin flashing widely at Frisk as he did.

Frisk felt herself frozen in place as his red gaze blazed wickedly at her, the same…something… that was hidden beneath the surface of his gaze before had returned as he stared unblinkingly at the woman. Frisk felt as though she had just been punched in the gut as she tried to control her rapid breathing. If only she had been aware what she was getting herself into. The red eyes haunted her mind as the world around her fading to black, the burning gaze being the last thing she saw.

Frisk's eyes snapped open as she felt the car she had been riding in come to a stop. "GOOD TIMING HUMAN! WE HAVE JUST ARRIVED HOME!" Papyrus spoke as he pulled the car into the garage next to the house. Frisk's soul still felt chilled from her dream as she looked around her breathing heavily as she felt panic well up in her heart. Closing her eyes again, Frisk tried to control her breathing and the heavy beating of her heart in her chest.

"T-thank you for the ride home Papy." Frisk spoke in a strained tone as she opened the door and stood, a bit shakily, to her feet. "I… I might be a little late when I come to help you with dinner. I… need to rest for a little bit before I start working on Red's chores he has for me." Frisk spoke in slightly shaken tone as she still recalled the vivid memory in her mind.

Papyrus was silent for a moment as he looked the human up and down with a knowing stare. While he might have been known as the Terrible Papyrus at one time, he wasn't quite so terrible now days especially after meeting and getting to know Frisk. He had felt concern for the human upon learning that she and his brother had made a deal that involved her working for Sans. Mostly due to the fact that Frisk was already under a lot of stress as it was being the diplomatic peace keeper between humans and monsters, but then add having Sans bossing her around, insisting he could because of the deal, was bound to wear the human down. Also if Asgore caught wind of their deal Papyrus worried about his majesty punishing his brother for his ignorance and betrayal.

In his worry the taller skeleton insisted that if Sans was going to keep the human as a "pet", then he, The Terrible Papyrus, should be allowed to have the human assist him as well. It was a measure he would take to gauge how the human's health was before she was to the point of exhaustion and illness, that way he could intervene between the two. Lately however Frisk seemed to be capable of handling both workloads, so Papyrus had stopped worrying about the situation. Today however it appeared that Frisk was at a breaking point.

"DO NOT WORRY HUMAN! I, THE TERRIBLE PAPYRUS, CAN TAKE CARE OF DINNER ON MY OWN TONIGHT. FEEL FREE TO GET TO THE CHORES WHEN YOU ARE ABLE, AND IF THAT LAZY SACK OF BONES THAT IS MY BROTHER GIVES YOU TOO MUCH TROUBLE, COME FIND ME AND I WILL TAKE CARE OF HIM." Papyrus placed his hands on his hips as he spoke looking at Frisk with a slight smirk.

"Oh. Alright Papy. I'll be happy to come down and help though. I just need a half hour break is all." Frisk blinked her eyes at the skeleton. He was quite a bit nicer to her than he had once been; perhaps in the back of his mind he remembered the past timelines as well. Regardless she hated taking advantage of the fact that he was actually being nicer.

Papyrus didn't bother to reply to her as he had said what he needed to. What she did was her choice either way but he had given her an option. If she was too stubborn to take some time for herself then that was her choice. With several quick strides the skeleton made his way to the front door and unlocked it for the two so they could enter.