Your head swam numbly when you opened your eyes. Your brow was drenched by damp cloth draped over your forehead. Your limbs were pinned at your sides by layer upon layer of tucked covers. It was dark in the room except for the faint light drifting from a sliding door.

You turned your head, looking about the room and immediately recognizing the organized chaos. "Sans?" You muttered quietly. "Are you there?"

"Yes kid?"

Sans responded without hesitation. You swiveled your head in the direction of his voice and found him listening to music at the end of the bed. Headphones were placed over the phantom of where his ears would be, one pushed back so he could hear.

"Sans why am I in your room again?" You asked bluntly. "The last thing I remember is watching a movie..."

"You tried to serve me soup." He explained, eyes not leaving his iPod. "You were dillusional and fell when you tried to go to the kitchen. Passed out when you hit the ground."

"Oh." You grunted. Sitting up, you removed the rag from your brow and put it to the side. Your hand folded back the covers and you swung your legs over the side of the bed. Standing, you stretched as far as you could, joints popping and relaxing as you sighed.

Sans looked at you, standing abruptly and grabbing your arm. "Wow kid. Sorry but you're on bed rest until-"

Snatching his hand, you pressed it to your face and fixed a steely gaze on him. "The fever is broken Sans. In addition to that my symptoms has regressed greatly. I'm fine."

Sans seemed startled by the matter-of-fact tone you took. Pulling his hand away, he was silent as you turned to exit the room. He seemed surprised. As you left the room, you could feel Frisk's eyes fix on you from the couch downstairs. He sighed, shaking his head slowly. "For once will you take the day off? I was hoping you'd stay sick a little longer." Frisk feigned disappointment and you snickered as you sat next to him. Sans appeared from his room not to long after and trotted down the stairs, looking at you and Frisk for a moment. "I'm going to the club if either one of you want to join." He offered. 

Frisk looked at you hopefully, pouting after you shook your head. "Sorry Sans, but I have plans to continue on today." You said with formal resolve. 

Frisk groaned childishly. "Agh! You always get this way after you've been sick. You go all mad with power trying to be super productive just because you missed a day." 

You pursed your lips, rolling your eyes. "I just think we need to get going is all. I need to get you out of here sooner rather than later." You chirped. 

"But I like it just fine down here." He muttered. 

"But wouldn't you like to dance at that academy of yours up top?" You teased. "And it would be pretty cool to get the monsters up top as well." 

His eyes lit immediately as Sans own eyes grew to the size of saucers. "What?!" He spat in a surprised manner. "Kid you gotta be messing with me. We've been down here for hundreds of years and gone through several scientist and we still haven't made it out. What makes you think-"

"I have a better motivation." You said shortly, eyes glimpsing towards your adoptive brother. "We'll leave soon. I'll lock the door on the way out so don't worry about. Just go to the club. Frisk has his warm ups to do anyway." 

Once again, Frisk groaned in bitter laziness. "Man, I thought I was gonna get a longer break." 

"Lucky for me, we fell down into a society just like ours. Now go put on your ballet slippers and start your exercises." 

"Are you going to dance for me today?" He asked, smiling slyly. 

You laughed, knowing he was well aware of your response. It had become a sort of tradition when Frisk did his daily routine. Every day, starting the night you fled with the strange child, he asked if you would show him your dance. He knew that you'd been raised in a world where your dance wasn't your own, but he wanted to see you dancing when you had no limits, no objection. However, day after day you say one of two things. You'd either nod and give him an impossible goal, or said in a teasing but clear tone, "I don't dance. I perform." 

Sans' expression seemed to soften as both you and Frisk laughed quietly. Walking behind the couch, he stepped into his dancing shoes and nodded towards you. "I'm off then." His gaze shifted to Frisk and he chuckled. "Good luck with the practice. Maybe we can dance together soon." 

"Okay Sans!" Frisk smiled, tying his blocked ballet slippers skillfully. 

You followed the hip skeleton to the door and locked it behind him. Your smile remained until the door was shut tight, then falling into a weak pant. Your expression fell quickly and you leaned against the door, the chill of outside's prolonged winter cooling your heated brow.

You kneaded your palms against your legs, wiping away the clammy moisture and sighing. "(Y/N)?" Frisk asked gently, instantly noticing your sudden change in attitude. "Are you okay?"

You shook your head, growling at yourself before pasting a grin over your face and turning to Frisk. "Yes Frisk, I'm just fine." You assured. "Just lost in thought for a moment. Not that my distraction is an excuse for you to stop warming up." You teased, walking to him and poking his nose playfully.

Frisk snickered childishly, covering his nose in a bashful style as he looked at you. "Okay okay. I got it (Y/N)." He nodded.

You watched Frisk as he moved to the wall and proceeded to stretch, extending on to the tips of his blocked shoes as his body folded elegantly. In a way it reminded you of an origami crane, creasing in what seemed to be impossible ways but retaining the composed beauty of its practice. Ballet was one of the most beautiful dances to exist.

"Ya know, Ballet happens to be my forte." Chara teased you, her voice like nails as it bounced in your head.

You ignored her promptly, proceeding to stretch as well. Frisk glimpsed your way but brushed aside the action with a smile. Even though you refrained from dancing with Frisk, you still stretched with him, just in the case your skills were needed.

"Oh come on now Niece, you can't ignore me forever!" Chara whined.

I'll sure as hell do my best to.

You hissed bitterly into your own mind.

"Don't you have any pity for your dear old auntie? We are the same after all, outcast of our own family..."

I denounced my name by choice. I chose to flee from being a tool. You're the only one that was abandoned.

Your thoughts seemed venomous, each words formed having bitter annoyance branching out with a snap of words of sarcastic quip.

"You know that once you get him to success he'll just abandon you. You'll be left all alone." Chara hummed.

If he's happy I don't care.

"And releasing the monsters will only make it harder for him."

He's a strong kid, he'll be fine.

"How do you know that?"

"Because I trained him that way!" You snapped, this time verbally yelling.

You slapped a hand over your mouth and looked at Frisk. He met your gaze, tilting his head in confusion. "What did you say (Y/N)?" He asked.

"I-I said it's time to start training!" You stuttered with a smile. "Start up your practice routine why don't you?"

"Oh, okay." He grinned. You pushed the couch back and arranged the furniture so that he had a clear dance floor. Standing at the side. "How about today, if I perform my practice perfectly you'll dance with me?" He offered.

There's today's bet. "One and a half, no mess ups and I'll practice with you." You chuckled.

He laughed and nodded, taking his position. You tapped your foot loud enough to be heard and he twisted into action. You watched intently, taking note of his faults and preparing to tell him.

"You can't lie to yourself forever."

"Frisk your leg needs to be straight when you leap, otherwise you shake on the descent." You said, ignoring Chara.

She shrank away into your consiousness, leaving you alone to practice with your brother. After an hour, you checked the clock and nodded. "Okay Frisk, pack up. We gotta keep going today so I can get you out of here."

"Alright (Y/N)! Let me get my stuff."

Frisk lowered himself on to his feet and rushed to grab his things. You moved back the furniture and waited by the door, watching him as he approached. "All packed?" You asked.

"All packed," he nodded. "Let's go!"

You opened the door and let him out ahead of you, locking the door once you were both out. You took the lead and led him along the path that passed the library and some houses.

"Where are we going?" Frisk asked.

"The other day I heard there was a boat person around here. He can take us as far as 'Hotlands' I think it was."

"Oh! I think Mettaton records in Hotlands!"

"Well if we're lucky then maybe you'll meet him!" You smiled, poking at your brother playfully.

"Yeah maybe!" He chirped.

As you approached the river, you
saw a boat manned by a cloaked figure and knew it was the right one. "Come on first!" You smiled, running towards the boat.

You boarded and sat, lending Frisk a hand as he boarded. "Hotlands please." You requested gently, smiling at Frisk.

"Tra La La!" He hummed, before pushing off into the river. You smiled kindly and turned to Frisk.

"See! Told ya. Better than trudging through the entire underground." Frisk nodded happily, hanging his feet into the frigid water and giggling as his feet turned cold. You snickered yourself, folding your legs beneath you and watching the scenery as you you slowly went from frigid wonderlands to a tunnel. The boat seemed to speed up, skipping on the water and you giggled. "Take note Frisk! This guy is awesome!" You teased.

"Yeah!" He agreed, pulling his legs back on to the boat.

Soon you arrived in Hotlands and the blast of heat instantly warmed you. Slowly the boat came to a stop and you were pulled next to shore. You looked at the boat person and shoved a hand into your pocket. "What do I owe you?" You asked.

"Nothing Tra La La. The first boat ride is free!" They responded.

"Oh, well thank you!"

"Tra La La!"

You turned to Frisk and you left the shore, ascending up a conveniently placed staircase. At its apex you looked around and found that there were three pathes. One leading towards Snowdin, one blocked by guards, and one leading towards a large lab. "So which way do you wanna go?" You asked.

"Why not ask the guards?" Frisk suggested.

"I guess. Why not?"

You approached the guards and waved kindly. "Um excuse me sirs, but we were hoping to find the way out of the Underground. Would you mind pointing us in the right direction?"

One the guards, identical in body type but with bunny like ears sprouting from the top of its helmet looked at you and replied, "Sorry lady, but like, the fastest way is off limits. The captain of the Royal guards told us to guard these elevators in case any humans tried to pass."

"Are you humans by the way?" The others asked.

Your face flushed of color and you laughed. "What? Of course not. We'll just go this other way! Thanks anyway!" You blurted, grabbing Frisk and rushing towards the lab.

"I guess we're passing through the lab?" Frisk asked.

You nodded and approached the metal door, knocking on it. From beyond the door you could hear loud shuffling as someone approached the door. "I got it Alphys!" Someone yelled.

The door slid open and you looked up at an intimidating looking fish lady. Her eyes widened and you suddenly found a spear inches from your face. "Humans!"