Frisk was exhausted, she felt as if she would fall over, and fall asleep, never to wake up again.

The last... hours? Had been confusing, and nightmarish.

A flower had become eldritch, and while the battle seemed foggy, she remembered Asriel. Who then stole everyone's Souls, in the underground.

The kings lost child, she heard of the other on their journey. A soulbreaking tale, where the kingdom lost its heir, and adopted child, a child loss that no one ever recovered from.

She remembered the other Souls being there, helping her against a weird version of Asriel.

Then Flowey/Asriel was defeated, the barrier broke, and everyone was restored.

For a moment, she swore that she saw a person, rather human like, twice, from the corner of her eyes during the battle, seemingly dealing with a glowing being that seemed to be made of rage. Probably it was probably due to exhaustion, as the nearest to human that Monsters came was Skeletons, and like Grillby, apparently.

Grillby was cool, he'd given her free snacks.

"So that's the Sun huh..." Sans said, with a strange look on his face.

"I thought that you were born before the sealing Sans?" Asgore asked, with a strange confused look on his face, as if he was trying to remember something.

"I was.. young." Sans said, and Asgore turned to look at the sky, but Frisk frowned. That had sounded like a lie, but Sans could have his secrets.

"Oh Wowser, brother is that a cloud?!" Papyrus said, excitedly.

"That's right Paps." Sans said fondly, he then blinked, and he looked down, and Frisk realized that she had grabbed his hand, nervously. "You okay there kiddo?"

"Can.. I stay with you, and Papyrus?"

Sans knelt down, his eye lights were soft, and his free hand came over, and he ruffled her brown hair.

"You're always welcome, our home is your home Frisk." Sans told her, Frisk gave a sob and hugged onto the fragile skeleton.

"Noo.. I'll be her mother!" Toriel cried.

"Shut up Toriel." Asgore actually snarled, Toriel blinked, and she jerked back, as Asgore before, during, and after their horrible marriage, had never been rude to her.

"Does this make me an uncle?" Papyrus asked, thoughtfully.

Frisk giggled.