You don't think you made a mistake trusting Quinn when he offered to take you into his house. Actually, the main floor, where you were now, was a coffee shop, evident by the tables and chairs, glass case for baked goods, and espresso machine. It was quite nice inside, rustic in style with its polished wood finish and dark brown walls.

Currently you were sitting in one of the bigger chairs by the window, wrapped in a wool blanket with a mug of hot chocolate in your hands. Elena was still skeptical of your non-existent story and presence, but despite that she'd been the one who made the hot chocolate for you. Now she and Quinn bickered as you warmed up and observed them. They stood a few paces away from you, closer to the bar.

"No. We should be calling the police," Elena reiterated for about the fifth time. Now that you were inside and the lights were on, you were better able to distinguish what the pair looked like. Elena was on the shorter side, with a slim build and more attitude than was probably good for her. She looked like she was dressed for bed, in a plain black tank-top and loose pants with card suit symbols painted over them. Her hair was shoulder length with straight bangs across her forehead, and though it was mostly platinum blond the tips were dyed red.

"Does she look like a human? No, she's a monster, which means she will have a better chance talking to Asgore in the morning." Quinn argued back. He was on the taller side compared to you and Elena, with platinum blond hair that was shaved close to his head around the sides and back and left long but styled on the top. His eyes were blue, like Elena's, which made you assume they were siblings. Some would probably say he was good looking, with what you would call a boy-next-store confidence (though you weren't exactly sure where the comparison came from.) He was dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt, despite it being nearly 2am. "Besides, if we went to the police they would probably just go to Asgore anyway."

"Quinn," Elena said in a warning tone, narrowing her eyes at him while crossing her arms.

"Elena." Quinn replied, mimicking her.

Elena leaned closer to him, lowering her voice to a urgent whisper. Despite this, you could still hear them clearly from across the room. "We don't even know where she comes from! What if she's lying? She could be dangerous."

"This coming from the girl who works for Mettaton. You know he was a boss monster once, right?" Quinn huffed, not bothering to lower his voice at all. "Besides, does she look dangerous to you?"

Elena glanced over at you, and you suddenly became very interested with the steaming cup of hot chocolate. When she sighed, you looked back up. "I guess not." She sighed again, then positioned herself with her hands on her hips. "So what are you proposing we do with her until Asgore comes around?"

"We pull out the futon and let her sleep."

"And if she wants to shiv us in our sleep?"

"Then lock the door to your room. Look, she alone, confused, and scared. As far as she knows she doesn't have any family or anyone to rely on. I'm not going to turn her out, not until I do what I can to help her or she gets back in her feet." There was something in his tone that spoke from experience. You appreciated how far he was willing to go for you, a complete stranger, and you were grateful you'd ended up where you had.

"Alright, I get it. Just... I don't know, keep an eye on her?"

"Yes ma'am."

"And maybe give her a name? We can't keep calling her 'her' or 'hey you!'. In the meantime, I'll grab some clothes she can sleep in." And with that, Elena took her leave and headed through a backdoor that must lead upstairs. When she was gone, Quinn came over to you and sat down in the chair across from you.

"Would you believe I'm the older sibling? Probably not, with the way she orders me around."

So they were siblings. Not knowing what to say, you simply smiled slightly before taking another sip of hot chocolate. Quinn leaned back, his hands locked behind his head, giving you a contemplative look. "Now, what should we call you? You have any requests?"

You thought for a moment, but nothing came to mind. Any name that floated to the surface just seemed wrong. None of them fit you. You shook your head.

"Girl of few words, aren't you? Hmmmm." Quinn trailed off, tapping a finger against his chin light this matter required deep thought. "How about Lucky?"

"Lucky?" You repeated, letting the word roll around in your thoughts.

"Yeah, you know, cause you're lucky I found you when I did. You're also lucky because I happen to quite the connections."

You supposed, in that sense, you were pretty lucky then. And you supposed it would do until you remember your real name. "Okay, Lucky."

"Awesome." Quinn beamed at you. "Well Lucky, if you're done with your hot chocolate I'll lead you upstairs and get you settled."

You nodded, then uncurled yourself under the blanket. You placed the half-empty mug on the coffee table in front of you, then stood and pulled the blanket tightly around your shoulders. Quinn stood as well, heading towards the stairs Elena disappeared up a few minutes ago. You followed him up the narrow staircase, stopping uncertainly when you reached the landing. The space was rather open, with no walls separating the kitchen, dining room, and living rooms. There was a narrow hallway off to the left leading to a few doors that probably contained Quinn and Elena's bedrooms and the bathroom. Quinn continued into the room, heading for the red couch that sat in front of a flat tv. He pulled it up and out, laying down the big cushion until it made a flat surface which you could sleep on. It was then that Elena came out of her room, carrying a small clump of clothes. She strode over, pushing the clump into your arms and making you drop the blanket.

"You can wear these tonight. I'll bring out something for your to change into in the morning. Bathrooms at the end of the hall on the left." And with that, she spun on her heel and marched back to her room. She hadn't given you the chance to thank her. Trailing in her wake slowly, you went off in search of the bathroom she mentioned. You found it quickly, and once inside you shut the door and got to work changing, only glancing at your reflection briefly in the sink mirror. Then you had to turn your full attention to figuring out how to put on a shirt. You didn't think it would be hard, but with wings it was seemed impossible. You even had trouble pulling the tank-top you had on off. Eventually you settled with pulling the shirt you wore over your hips, then pulling the shirt Elena provided you on the same way. Luckily she provided you with a loose and stretchy tank-top, so you didn't have to worry about your wings once the shirt was on. Next was the loose pj bottoms, which were a little long but manageable.

Collecting and folding your previous clothing, you headed back out into the main room to find that Quinn had all but set up your temporary bed completely. He'd pulled a sheet over the cushion and threw a couple pillows over it, followed by the wool blanket you'd been using before.

"Alright, you're all set. See you in the morning." He said when you approached before yawning and passing by you.

"Good night." You said as he passed. Waiting until he disappeared into his own room, you didn't move until you heard his door click shut. Crawling onto the futon, you flopped down on your stomach first before rolling to your side and hugging a pillow to your stomach. For a moment all you could do was listen to the unfamiliar creaking of the house around you, the silence of the street outside, and Quinn rustling around in his room before he settled. Letting your eyes fall shut, you let yourself drift in the foreign sounds. Finally finding a restless sleep, you dreamed of sprinting through an empty black space, chasing something blue, never quite able to catch up as the elusive colour remained far out of reach.

You woke the next morning when Quinn came out of his bedroom. It was actually the click of the doorknob turning that first woke you, and the pad of his feet across the floor that truly pulled you from sleep. It took a minute to actually remember what happened, where you were. Everything was a bit fuzzy, a bit blurred around the edges. But slowly you remembered what had happened, and where you were. So, with a yawn, you stretched yourself out in all directions, pushing your hands up while pulling your feet down, spreading your wings out behind you in an arch. After your muscles stopped complaining, you relaxed back into your former position; on your stomach with your hands stuffed under the pillow supporting your head. When Quinn finally came down the hall, you pushed yourself into a sitting position, rubbing at your eyes to try to banish the drowsiness you still felt tugging at your eyelids.

"Morning," you mumbled in greeting to Quinn.

"Oh hey, you're up early." He replied. "I didn't wake you, did I?"

You nodded a little, seeking out a clock so you could see the time. 7:12am.

"Sorry about that. Guess you must be a light sleeper. Want some breakfast?"

You nodded again, shifting around so you could swing your legs over the side of the futon and follow Quinn to the kitchen. You just kind of stood in the middle of the room awkwardly for a few minutes while Quinn putted around, grabbing some bread to throw in the toaster and cracking four eggs over a hot pan. It didn't take long for the bread to toast and the eggs to fry, so soon enough you were sitting at the table with your breakfast before you. Quinn also brought over a selection of toast toppings... peanut butter, nutella, jam, butter, etc. Not knowing what you liked, you just grabbed one and began trying to figure out how to smear the stuff over the toast. Quinn got a good chuckle out of your struggle, but helpfully demonstrated how to properly spread something over toast. You took a bite, and decided you definitely did like your selection. While you munched, Elena decided to get up and come out of her room to join you.

"What, no breakfast for me?" She asked, wrinkling her nose at Quinn. She dropped a folded pile of clothes on the table beside you, your outfit for the day.

"You're perfectly capable of making your own." He answered, dodging her hands as she tried to swipe his toast.

"Rude." She puffed, heading towards the fridge to scrounge up her own breakfast. "When are you going to call Asgore?" That was the person they mentioned yesterday... right? Right. Continuing to munch, you just listened as the conversation unfolded.

"I actually wasn't planning on calling him."

"Because...?"

"Because it's Friday so he's bringing Frisk to school. You know as well as I do she always wants cinnabun and that the big softy can't say no."

"This is true." Elena finished whatever she was doing in the kitchen and leaned against the counter. "I still think it wouldn't hurt to call the police though. Anyway, get a move on. Store opens in 30mins."

"Oh, what would I do without your constant nagging dear sister." Quinn said dramatically, but pushed himself away from the table and stood up. "You done, Lucky?" You nodded, and he swiped your plate off the table and headed for the sink.

"Lucky? That's what you decided to call her?" Elena asked, skeptically.

"Thought it fit." Quinn shrugged with a mischievous grin.

"Please tell me you didn't name her that for the reason I now think you have?" She groaned. Quinn's smile just grew and she rubbed her forehead with exasperation. "You know what? I'm not even going to argue."

"Thank god for that."

"But I will say you've been spending too much time around Sans."

"Probably."

"He's going to have a field day with this."

"I'm counting on it."

"Who's Sans?" You asked. You'd been curious about all the names they were mentioning, but this one stood out for some reason.

"Just one of the guys." Quinn answered. "Stick around here long enough and I'm sure you'll meet him."

"He just keeps coming back. Like a bad cold." Elena snorted.

"So you say, but I will convert you yet dear sister. You will join the dark side of bad jokes eventually. Anyway I've gotta run. Lucky, once your changed and ready to go just come on downstairs."

"Okay." You nodded, sliding off the chair and picking up the clothes Elena left on the table. They haven't given you much information, but you supposed that was fine. But they had said enough to tell you that Quinn was friends with him, and Elena barely tolerated him.

Turning your thought from the unknown person, you started towards the washroom only to have Elena stop you again.

"Wait, uh, Lucky. You're probably going to have to cut holes in the outfit I gave you. They weren't exactly made with wings and a tail in mind." She went to a drawer and came towards you with a pair of scissors in one hand. "Here. Just don't cut yourself."

"Thank you." You nodded, taking the scissors carefully in one hand. You then continued on your path to the bathroom to change. Before you entered the door she stopped you once again.

"If you need help just holler!"

"Okay," you called back. It was a little difficult to figure out how to get your wings through the back of the shirt, and that was after you cut the shirt open nearly from top to bottom in two places. It ended up so stretched out you needed to put that tight tank-top you'd been wearing when you woke up in back on underneath lest you show too much skin. You didn't even try with the pants, because you knew you were just going to end up tearing them trying to get the big fluffy part of your tail through. So you just wore the shorts from when you woke up too.

It wasn't like you had many options.

Clothed and with nothing else to do but stare pointlessly at the wall, you folded up you clothes and headed for the stairs. Elena had returned to her room at some point, and since you could hear music blasting from behind the closed door you decided not to bother her. You also didn't want to bother her because she didn't seem to like you much. Returning the scissors to the counter since you didn't know where they belonged, you then placed the borrowed clothes on the futon and headed for the stairs. You still have any shoes, so you just plodded down the stairs barefoot.

When you reached the coffee shop you froze in the doorway. You'd know Quinn had gone down to open the shop, but you guess you weren't really ready for all the people that would be there. Alright so there were only about 12 people, five in the line/waiting for coffee, the rest dispersed throughout the room sitting at the tables and the chairs.

Suddenly quite unsure what to do with yourself, you twisted your hands together and nervously chewed on your bottom lip. Tail swishing back and forth behind you, you were finally given direction when Quinn spotted you and beckoned you over. He was behind the counter, smoothly moving back and forth between grabbing food and the espresso machine. There was someone else, a young woman with brightly coloured hair and several face piercings, working behind the cash register and taking orders. You drifted over, still twisting your hands together, sweeping your tail up and around your front so the poff was by your hip and not an obstacle on the floor to be stepped on.

"And here I was thinking you'd need a rescue team." Quinn joked while steaming milk in a metal container.

"Thank you for your consideration." You quipped out of nowhere. Quinn looked a little taken aback, but then he laughed.

"So you do have some fire in ya. Take a seat and I'll get you some coffee."

You nodded, glad you hadn't said something wrong, and moved to take a seat at the counter. It only took a moment for Quinn returned with a steaming mug of coffee, and after he placed it in front of you he bustled back off to work. You sat in silence with the warm mug between your hands, wondering what this coffee tasted like. Once it had cooled down, you took a sip and immediately started coughing at the bitter taste. Quinn snickered at your reaction, then passed over a carton of cream and more packages of sugar than you probably needed.

"It's a bit of an acquired taste."

"Apparently." You answered, mimicking what you'd seen the other coffee drinkers were doing and adding in the appropriate amount of each to tailor to your tastes. After that it was... well it was what it was.

And waiting for Asgore to arrive was what it was too. A rush of people seemed to arrive which meant you didn't want to distract Quinn from his job. Though he seemed pretty good at talking to customers and making various drinks at the same time without pausing to answer or faltering. So you sat in silence, rolling the coffee mug between your hands absently. You tried to ignore people's curious stares as they passed you, but you couldn't help but wonder why they focused on you. There were, well, humans, you supposed the term was when you thought about it, but many of those who came through the door were a variety of different looking monsters. While waiting for whomever you were waiting for, you distracted yourself by watching Quinn draw leaves and flowers in the foam of espresso drinks.

At around 8:27, the line died down to a crawl, and the girl working the till disappeared into the swinging bar doors that led to a kitchen, starting to restock the muffins and bunny shaped cinnamon held in the display. Quinn worked both the till and the espresso machine, bouncing back and forth with ease. You wait came to an end then, when the door jingled open and a brown and purple blur darted to the front counter and slammed something down on the surface. You jumped a little in your seat, then recognized that the blur was a very excited child.

"Hey there Frisk," Quinn greeted. "I see you managed to wring out some cinnabun money from Asgore."

"Indeed she did." A deep voice answered. A mountain of a man came up behind the brown haired child, dressed in a brightly patterned shirt and jeans. He was also one of the non-human patrons, with white fur, floppy ears, horns, and a longish snout. You supposed he was comparable to a... goat. The girl had a bob of unruly brown hair, a purple and blue striped shirt, loose blue shorts, and tanned skin.

Somehow they seemed... familiar.

"Anything for you, Asgore?" Quinn asked, punching something into the till before trading the girl, Frisk, the money she offered for a cinnamon bun shaped like a bunny.

"Not today, but thank you."

Frisk grabbed the plate and scampered over to a table near the window. Asgore moved to follow her, but Quinn chose that moment to mention you. "Oh hey, before you wander off..." Quinn moved behind the counter so he was standing directly across from you. "Any idea who this lovely lady is? She showed up last night outside with no idea how she got here and no idea who she is. Thought you might have an idea."

Asgore gave you a contemplative look, one hand moving to rest on his chin as he thought. "Unfortunately I do not. As such, it is a pleasure to meet you. I am Asgore."

He offered his hand, and you briefly shook it. "I'm, um, Lucky."

"Or at least that's what we're calling her. I came up with it." Quinn cut in.

"I am somehow unsurprised." Asgore commented. "And I am sorry I could not be of some help, Lucky."

"It's okay." You smiled softly.

"And here I thought you knew all the monsters." Quinn sighed dramatically.

"I have never claimed that." Asgore mused good naturedly. "In the Underground I may have had a chance, but on the surface... no such luck."

"Dang. Any chance human police could help?"

"I would suggest seeing them. All monster were registered with human law enforcement when we arrived to the surface, and new monsters must be registered within 72 hours of their birth."

"Really? Huh. Well Lucky, looks like you're stuck with me until we can get you to a station."

Your conversation was cut short when the girl returned, clanking her now empty plate down on the counter before turning to tug on Asgore's arm. She started moving her hands rapidly, and you realized she was speaking. Not with her voice but with her hands. You couldn't understand what she was saying, or figure out if you could understand her, since she had her back towards you.

"No, Frisk, I'm not buying another cinnabun for you." Asgore sighed. Frisk said something else, but Asgore shook his head. "You know the deal. Besides, if we don't leave now you will be late for school." She hung her head but nodded. Then she spun on her heel and smiled at you.

"Hello! My name is Frisk. I saw you talking to Dad so I thought I should say hi." She said, communicating to you with her hands.

"Oh, this is Frisk, she does not speak but..." Asgore started, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Hello," you replied in the same manner she spoke, not even thinking twice before moving your hands in the patterns that made words. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Lucky."

Frisk's eyes lit up, and Asgore rumbled out a laugh. "It seems you already know sign language, and do not need me to translate."

You smiled shyly, not knowing where the ability came from. It just seemed to come naturally to you, though you didn't remember learning the skill. How odd. Then again, nothing was normal about your situation of the way things were progressing. Asgore and Frisk bid you farewell, Asgore mentioning that he would return once Frisk was in school. It seemed like he wanted to take you to the police station himself, and you didn't mind at all. Despite having just met him, you already trusted him and the fatherly atmosphere he gave off. It felt like you'd met him before. Know him for a long time. Same with Frisk, though she was more like a little sister perhaps.

After accepting Asgore's offer and informing Quinn of the new plan, you settled as comfortably as you onto your stool and folded your arms on the counter. All you could do now was wait.

You seemed to be doing a lot of that lately.

But what were you really waiting for?

And once again the story begins!

I also remember noting a few comments that voiced confusion as to what's happening story wise. All I can say is well, I kind of meant it to be vague. I wanted to spark conversation, to let people try to piece together what they thought was happening with what information I've given you. And it worked. I've seen at least 3 comments in the last chapter that have gotten it pretty on the nose. Don't worry though, I will gradually release details throughout the story!

Also... for those of you who wonder who Quinn and Elena are... they're OC's I added into the story. Minor characters who have things to do and placed to be :3 If you want a better idea of what they look like, I'm willing to draw them too :D

Anyway, next update will be March 11th!

P.S Don't worry my lovely readers, the skeleton we all know you came here for will return in the next chapter! 

P.P.S Sorry for any errors you might find. Life is pelting me with stress from multiple fronts at the moment, so I've given up editing in order to keep on chipping away slowly at writing. 

P.P.P.S Anyone notice in the last chapter when I wrote insert coffee pun? That was me trying to remind myself to find a coffee pun to add there (which I did in this chapter) Obviously I didn't quite remember to take it out (which I have done now)

Anyway... see you next week! Author out!