Chapter One~Awaken the Past

Its quite a large house.

With four bedrooms not including the master bedroom, two bathrooms, and a large living room, one wouldn't guess that only a small family of three (not counting the volatile flower) live here. The main group has split apart, Papyrus living with Mettaton (Took a lot of time to convince Sans to agree with the arrangement), Alphys with Undyne, and Sans and Toriel. Frisk lives with them as well, and he miraculously managed to get Flowey to live with them too.

Frisk has started going to school, and it was currently a few minutes after it finished up for the day. Flowey was staring out the window in the kitchen, and he turned to give Frisk a disgusted look as the child walked into the house cheerily.

"Why are you always so happy?" Flowey complained, crossing his leaves. Frisk ignored him and walked into the living room and sat on the couch with a sigh. Sans was sitting on the couch already, feet up on the coffee table in front of him.

"heya kid, good day at school i assume?" He asked. Frisk nodded with a smile, but it faded slightly.

"Some kids aren't happy with me since I freed the monsters," Frisk said quietly. It was rare for him to talk, and when he did, it was straight and too the point, giving the information he knew he couldn't give in something other than words. Sans sighed.

"not everyone will be happy about any one thing, 'specially somethin as big as this." Sans told Frisk, sitting up and putting a hand on his shoulder. Frisk nodded a little and fell quiet. The two sat in the uncomfortable silence thick in the air. It was only interrupted by a shouting flower.

"ALRIGHT WHO'S MESSING WITH ME?! SANS?!" Flowey shouted.

"i did nothin this time, weed." Sans sneered.

"Well SOMEBODY stole the knives and threw one at me!" Flowey complained. "It almost hit my petal!" Sans flinched, and Frisk widened his eyes a little. Sans stood up and walked to where Flowey was, and sure enough there was a knife stuck in the wall, and the knife block was empty. Toriel was currently at work, so it was just Flowey, Sans, and Frisk. Who else would've done this? Sans' breath hitched and his pupils disappeared when another knife was thrown, and it tore a piece of his jacket. He looked around wildly. That was too close for comfort. Then Sans fell dead silent as a knife was held to his throat. He could see a faint red glow of a person only slightly shorter than him holding the knife.

"Greetings, traitor."