It was the morning after they had reached the surface. The first humans they had come across, Papyrus had scared off. Sans, of course, was the first up. He slept better now, but he still had nightmares sometimes. Alphys was up second, and Undyne third. The rest of us woke up at about the same time. When we woke up, Undyne was saying, "Come on, Punks! Let's hit the road!"
A couple hours later, Frisk found a small cottage in a quaint clearing. When Frisk went up and knocked at the door, Sans, Papyrus, Toriel, Asgore, Undyne, and Alphys scrambled behind some trees. Then, a brown haired man with a grisly beard answered the door. "Whaddya want, young'un?" The man said. Frisk replied, " Well, me and a couple of my ............ friends, need some help. The man stepped outside. "I don't see no one out here. Where are these friends of yours?" "Well, you have to understand that they're not exactly, well, human." Frisk said. "Whaddya mean, young'un?" The man asked. "Well, you'll see." Frisk answered. "Hey Guys, you can come out now!" Frisk yelled. The look on the man's face when the monsters piled out into the clearing was a mix of fear and complete awe. "How did I not see y'all back there?" Was the mans first question. "That was me. By the way, you never told Frisk your name." Sans replied. "Sk-Skipper." The man replied.
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A New Tale
RandomEven after they reach the surface, they are not safe. Even though they find help, death still lurks.
