(A/N I have to be honest, it is hard to write this. I love the game and the many AUs, I'm just bad at writing this story. But I refuse to discontinue it again, you guys WILL get an ending. And thank you so much for 900 reads! I never thought I would get this far. Thank you)

(San's POV)

I woke up to hear Undyne's loud voice yelling from outside. I sit up and see that Toriel is already gone. Why didn't they wake me up? I quickly push myself to my feet using my staff and shuffle to the door, quickly opening it. Undyne stands about twenty feet away and is currently yelling at a training dummy. Tori stands a little ways away, and noticing me open the door, glances at the enraged fish before sneaking over to my side.

"So what's Undyne yelling about?", I ask her. "Undyne swears that she saw the dummy move on it's own. She's insulting it to try to get it to move again", Toriel giggles. "ARE YOU JUST GOING TO HIDE FROM ME LIKE A BABY!? FIGTH ME YOU DUMMY!", Undyne screams. "Do you think we should stop her? Or just wait? How long do you think it'll take for her to calm down?", Torial asks me. "I don't know. She sure seems to have a few stitches to give that dummy", I joke. Tori laughs at my joke, before we both walk over to Undyne to try and calm her down. We eventually get her leave the dummy alone and start leading us to our next stop. She called it 'HotLand'. I think I can vaguely remember being there one time long ago.

(Time skip)

These places must be named after how they look. Snowdin has snow, Hotland has lava. Everywhere in the area has a red glow from the many pools. "So...... hot", Undyne wines, her armor trapping the heat inside. "You should of left your armor at home, you know how hot it is here", Toriel chides her. Undyne moans again before simply dropping to the ground. Tori makes a 'tsk' 'tsk' sound before moving to help her up. My eye lights up as I lift my hand towards Undyne, wrapping her soul in my blue magic. Tori squeaks in surprise when Undyne starts to float.

We all laugh when Undyne starts to do flying cartwheels. We continue to travel after that. My thoughts slowly pull me down into an abyss of questions. How did those humans even get down here in the first place? Why were they so set on attack, when they were so outnumbered? Of corse I know the legend of how monsters first got to the Underground, but can't the humans see that they're the dangerous ones? Their souls are so much stronger then ours.

Will Papyrus even recognize me? Will he even care? I don't know how he'll react to me trying to change everything that he's built up. I don't really want to be a king, but I'll do it if it means safety for the remaining monsters of the Underground.

<The Author is full of determination to give an ending to this story>