**COMPLETED**Finding Family(Underfell AU)

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Frisk was up and out of bed as soon as she woke up.

"Let's go Flowey! I have the feeling today's going to be a good day."

Flowey shared her enthusiasm as they made their way out of Snowdin to where Sans was on duty.

Frisk smiled and waved at Sans when she neared, but he didn't return the gesture. He seemed to look like he did every day. Frisk was disappointed. Maybe Sans wasn't aware of the resets. He just acted differently. Maybe he hadn't changed after all. 

Frisk was too disappointed to say anything to Sans, so she just walked right past him without saying anything. She didn't look back, and missed the look of regret that passed over Sans's face behind her. 

"What's the matter Frisk?" asked Flowey. "Why didn't you talk to him?"

"Oh Flowey. I thought he was my friend, but he didn't respond when I said hello. Maybe he doesn't remember the saves after all, like I thought he did. Everything's just the same as it was before."

"I don't think that's true at all Frisk. You got him. You fixed him, made him better. You didn't even hang around him that much, and you did it. Just don't think that he's going to be all warm and fuzzy, at least not for a while. That's just not the kind of person that he is. It will take even longer for anything like that to happen. You just need to be patient."

"Thanks Flowey. You always know what to say," said Frisk warmly. "I love you."

"I love you too Frisk," said Flowey. Frisk bent down and gave the little flower a small peck on one of his petals. He blushed and smiled shyly. 

The pair continued on, and eventually made it to where papyrus was waiting for them. Sans was still standing Papyrus, he had apparently still ratted. That didn't make sense though. Frisk hadn't said anything, not said that she was trying to get out. How had Sans known what she was doing or where she was going?

One answer. He knew about the resets. He had assumed that she was doing the same thing as always. That meant that he was the Sans that she had talked with at Grillby's.

He had still ratted on her to Papyrus though, and that stung a little. He was frowning.

Papyrus pulled her SOUL into battle with no forewarning. Right away he started pelting bones at her. He hadn't started out with easy attacks either. She had never seen these ones before. Whenever she fought, her SOUL would float out a little in front of her chest. Sometimes, it would let her jump higher than normal or float a little bit. She had started to learn that it could do those things in the last battle. They had helped a lot. It made dodging easier.

Blue and white bones came from all directions, faster and more numerous than usual. It wasn't too hard, but then something happened to her SOUL.

She had been floating about two feet of the ground to avoid some bones. All of a sudden, she crashed to the ground. She looked at her SOUL. To her surprise, it was blue. She tried floating. She couldn't. She tried jumping, but she couldn't jump very high anymore. It was disorienting, but she made it through the rest of the attack.

She stepped toward Papyrus as usual. 

The next attack Frisk thought that her SOUL would be back to normal, it's normal red color. It wasn't. Frisk was doing bad at dodging. She had gotten used to being able to float, and when she hadn't known how to to begin with, the attacks hadn't been this hard. 

A dozen bones came at her along the ground, she had to jump over them. She couldn't jump far enough, and the last bone caught her leg tripping her. Four bones came down from the sky, and pinned her legs and arms to the ground. Frisk screamed.

Papyrus stood over her. Sans looked on. It almost looked like he had worry on his face, but it couldn't have been. Frisk must be delirious.

She looked up at Papyrus. Her vision was blurry with sweat and tears. 

"Why? Why are you doing this? Why do you have to hurt me?" she asked softly, her voice trembling. 

"Are you stupid, human? Your kind trapped us down here. King Asgore needs seven human SOULS to cross the barrier. We need only one more. You human, are going to free us, and open up a new world for us to conquer." He cackled.

"You are right about one thing skeleton," said Frisk confidently. "I will free monsters from this prison, but you will see that I do so without violence. I am not afraid of you. I am strong. I am determined."

Papyrus smirked at Frisk. His eyes flashed menacingly, sending a chill down Frisk's spine.

"Not afraid huh? Well, we need to fix that don't we?" He flicked his wrist. The bones pinning her to the ground dug deeper. More blood started to pour from her wounds, running white hot down her wrists. 

"Brother, come over here," commanded Papyrus. "It is time for you to prove your worth to me."

"Wh-what are you going to make me do?" asked Sans. He didn't sound like he wanted to do anything, but that might have just been laziness. Frisk wasn't sure. The edges were starting to go black. I must be bleeding to death, she thought. 

"Somehow, you have a more powerful attack then me," said Papyrus grudgingly. "Use your blasters, but make it slow. Burn her slowly. The death must be painful and slow."

"Nah, bro. Don't feel like it. Why don't you kill the human yourself?"

"What?!" Papyrus whipped around to face his brother. "You listen to me right now brother. You always do what I say, you hear me? You get NO say in this matter. Kill the human!" His voice grew steadily louder.

Frisk was paralyzed with fear, eyes glued to the two skeletons, waiting to see how this would turn out. Her vision was getting worse though. It was only a matter of time.

Papyrus's voice continued to grow in volume, then, it be came deadly quiet. Dangerous.

"Unless brother. You are attached to this human? Tell me it isn't so. What was it you told me earlier. We shouldn't use violence so much? We can change for the better? Something like that. I had written it off as the useless junk you usually mumble, but maybe... Has the human been rubbing off on you? Are you going soft?"

He grinned, his eyes flashing briefly again. He knew he had cornered his brother.

Sans looked like he started to sweat. How he was doing that was a wonder, but Frisk would let it slide. A few more minutes and she would be dead again, she knew. The skeletons had seemed to have forgotten about her, but she was getting weaker and weaker. It was getting harder to lift her head to see what was going on.

"Just because I am disgusted with what we have become-you especially, does not mean that I am going soft. Now TAKE THAT BACK!" 

His eye had started to glow red with magic. He growled, then launched himself at Papyrus. A huge skull materialized behind him. It looked like the skull of some kind of dragon. Its eyes glowed a cruel red, like Sans's eye. It opened it's mouth wide. It started to glow red, and then it shot a huge blast of white light toward Papyrus. The whole world seemed to shake at the blast.

Papyrus dodged, and launched a wave of bones at his brother.

"You may be the older one brother," he said. "But I have always been stronger. You have always been lazy, not doing anything. Even before we started capturing humans, when everyone was weak. You have never changed brother. You are WEAK."

"You underestimate me Papyrus. You are to big headed. You can not see anyone but yourself. You do not realize, that sometimes it is good to change."

They kept fighting, but Frisk couldn't hold up her head any longer. Another minute she thought. Another minute, and I'll be back in Snowdin. The sounds of fighting were still going on around her. This was the slowest death so far. She couldn't see anymore. She was dimly aware of sounds around her. Then, the feeling of being picked up. Carried. Yelling. All the sounds were dull and muffled, like she was covered in many heavy blankets, softening the sound. So many thought, feelings, then nothing.