"Keichi. Where were you? What happened?" 

I started a sudden Undertale phase in the span of 24 hours. Now it's been 2 weeks since it started. 

"How did you get to this phase?" 

All I'm going to say is, from time and time again, I've always stated that I love families and 'siblings'. 

So you can probably guess how I got into Undertale. Lmao 👏 

But anyways, there's going to be a bit of a change for this book. 

From now on, I'll be trying to focus on the hermits and the kids' relationships in less angsty ways possible. 

Fluff filler chapters everyone!! 👏

So heads up if you're more into the lore and storylines rather than filler or slice of life nonsense. 

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--Grian’s POV--

*Bzzzzzzt*

*Bzzzzzzzt*

I groaned as the ringing sound from below my pillow echoed through my head. My wonderful dreams finally parted once I had a proper idea of reality. I jumped up from my bed, scowling to no one but that gosh darn communication device's alarm that should've been set off at 7 am instead of 4:43 am in the morning! 

*Bzzzzt*

*Bzzzzzt*

*Bzzzzzzzt….. *

Ahhh. The ringing died. Good. 

My  head turned back at the extra bed connected to mine. The two sleepy figures somehow slept through the noise. Despite my lack of energy, I felt myself consciously smirking at the two. Rendog, still giving justice to his name, curled up like a little puppy in the blanket. Meanwhile, Scar’s just sprawled at the foot of the bed, leaving Jellie to occupy his previous side of the bed. 

I could fix Scar's position… but Nahh. Too sleepy. Bad example of a parental figure. I know. 

But because of my guilt tripping heart, I mustered all the energy to get out of the mattress and turned to the corner of the bed. As I carefully lifted the kid's body, I winced at the sudden ringing noise in my head, dropping poor Scar back to the mattress. 

"Ohhh sh-sugar." The dang communicator is ringing again. 

"Mmm' sleepy.." a young voice groaned, glaring weakly at me. 

"Sorry Scar," I whispered, brushing his head before marching aggressively to my bed. I swear if that alarm sets off early again, that thing will feel the ringing pain of silence!...

Ohh..

I felt my expression softened once I took a proper look at the bright screen before me. 

It wasn't my alarm, it was a call. A call from Zedaph, no less. I decided to accept it. 

*Bzzzzt*

*Bzzzzz-*

"-llo? Hello? Grian?" 

I sighed deeply. "Zed, it's 4:46 am. What is it?" I grimaced from the uncharacteristic harshness of my voice. 

"Good morning to you too. Listen, I just found some interesting ways to fix the inator-machine, and I need you to babysit Impulse and Tango for me." 

"... Babysit?" 

" Yes. I heard from Stress that you're quite a good babysitter and I want you to babysit for me today because of all-"

" Zedaph, pleassseee slow down! My head is still too dumb and tired to process thi-"

" Yes or no Grian. "

" I-I… what-"

" Yes or no, Grian!"

" For goodness sake-.. Yes!"

" See you in an hour. "

And then the call was cut off. 

God. Zedaph.. 

He's been hectic about redstone and inator and stuff for 2 months now. It's concerning as it is amusing. 

Well…  I'm already wide awake. Tired, but wide awake nonetheless. Might as well get ready for today. 

I checked back at the two kids on the bed. One was lightly snoring the night away while the other stared enviously at his sleeping buddy. 

"Sorry for waking you, Scar."

"..It's okay," he said weakly. "But I can't go back to sleep." 

"Just!...try to close your eyes and wait." 

"But it's boring." 

I quietly chuckled as I brushed my hand through his brown strands of hair, then left the two young hermits to take over the bed. I scavenged through my tiny storage area, which is still a mess despite it being small, to find the potatoes I farmed the other day. Hmmm.. Maybe after preparing breakfast, I might as well clean up the starter base. You know? Keep my unofficial title for the server's second babysitter to rely on. 

"... Huh?" a certain chest caught my attention. My search for the potatoes came to a halt, what I found gave me a sudden wave of nostalgia, swirling through my chest. Inside the chest contained piles upon piles of clothes, hats, shoes, all kinds of costumes that have been long forgotten. 

"Heh.." I scoffed at the clothing in my hand. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes." I stared endearingly at the familiar red business suit. It's still intact!..

Hmmm. Wonder if it still fits. 

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"Uncle Grian?" 

"Hmm?" I looked back from the furnace that contained the cooked potatoes for today's breakfast. 

It was now 5:21 in the morning, the night sky slowly faded to a dark blue, and it looked like young Scar struggled to go back to sleep, and I'm to blame.. He leaned wearily on the stairs, letting out a small yawn. "Whut' you wearing?" 

Ahhh, so he noticed. I turned to a heel to show off my outfit. "My old business suit. I used to wear it for my Sahara company." I said ever so proudly, playing around the old green tie. But it looked like Scar was too sleepy to care about my past. 

"You look fancy," a tired smile formed on the young Ex-mayor's face. "I want to be fancy."

"You know? Maybe I have some 'fancy clothes' that you'd like to try." 

Okay. Now that finally caught the kid's attention. Droopy eyes now widened to a hint of curiosity. I lead Scar to the chest. I opened the lid as I scavenged through the various colors of clothes. Scar hopped in the chest to explore more of its contents. 

"Ooooh!" Young Scar gasped, revealing a white chicken mask in his hand. "I can be the evil chicken man now!" 

"T-The evil what now?" I chuckled. 

The kid jumps off from the chest with the chicken mask on his face. I expected him to start dramatically roleplaying, I was not expecting the kid to start threatening the azalea bush.. 

"You!! Bush!! This is all your friend's fault! I don't like his ghost pirate ship!!" 

Holy father of goats-..

Young Scar let out a mischievous little giggle, "I, the evil chicken, will make you sick, bush. I'll make you sick forever!! This is what happens when you hurt me, Mr. Docm!!" 

Docm? Sick bushes-... Oh Doc you little-

"How was that? Do I make a good bad guy?" Scar removed his chicken mask to reveal a warm and welcoming smile.

"Uhhm- great." I clasped my hands together. "But I must ask, Scar. Where did you exactly get the idea of your uncle Doc and… a sick bush?" 

"Oh. Uncle Doc told us a story about him and his evil chicken and crab war." Scar bowed down his head to mourn. "Poor Bush. The bush didn't do anything mean."

Of course Doc told you 'that' story.. 

I'm going to have a 'lovely' chat with him later. 

"Uncle Grian, look! A wizard jacket!" I snapped back from my inner monolog to find the young hermit back at the costume chest, this time holding a tattered maroon robe.

"Oh that? That's an old robe I used during my roleplay years." 

Scar let out another audible gasp. "Oooh! You roleplay just like me and Ren?" 

"Of course! I can be quite a dramatic man." I casually flipped my mousy brown locks. You can hear the sparkling sound effects playing in my head-

"What roleplays? Knights? Pirates?" 

"Hmmm.. For that so-called 'wizard jacket', I played the role of a magic man for a roleplay called 'The kingdom of Valor'.

"A kingdom? So like knights?" 

"I'm not so sure about that. You see, that roleplay was abou-" I let out a choking sound once I realized what I was about to explain to this kid… 

"... Uncle Grian?" 

"Let's!.. Just go find some other costumes. Shall we?" I hastily swiped the maroon robe from his hands and plunged it down to the deepest part of the chest. 

"Aww! What about the kingdom roleplay?" 

Maybe when you're older, Scar.

After 5 minutes of convincing Scar to drop the kingdom Valor topic, he finally admitted defeat, leaving the kid a bliss from the crude humor of that roleplay for another day. 

Boy.. Poor Ren is surely missing out on the fun. I continued to share all the stories of my years of roleplay every single time Scar revealed a different clothing or prop. 

Scar's already passionate about his roleplays, imagine some 10X more dramatic like Ren here!

My tiredness shrunk each time Scar roleplay with such enthusiasm, while my "lighthearted hatred" for Doc's storytelling grew- lol

It's now 6 am. Everything seemed to calm down once the dawn light shined through the whole house. Scar's attention went towards the lazy cat, Jellie. He customized the poor cat with dozens of small accessories that he could grab from the chest. Meanwhile I went back to do my morning chores; Prepare breakfast and subtly clean my storage area. Last thing I needed to do was probably child-proof the whole place. 

I mean- it's already child-proof, but it doesn't hurt to double check, right? 

"Ohhh. Scar." I muttered as I looked back at the kid by the costume chest. To be honest, I was quite shocked to even see that old accessory on top of Scar's head. A giant, red, top hat took almost all of that kid's head. Young Scar looked at the closest reflective item he could find, tipping the hat and doing all kinds of poses. 

"Huh.. I've forgotten about this old hat." I carefully took the hat from the kid's head as I carefully examined it. Originally this hat was an accessory for my old Sahara business suit, the one that I'm currently wearing. 

But I mean, come on! First proper Sahara meeting with Iskall and I wear a ridiculously large hat as a first impression!. Sacrifices had to be made during that day-

"You know what, Scar? Why don't you keep the hat?" 

"Ooooh!" Scar's third audible gasp. "Forever?" 

"Yes. Forever." I gently placed back the top hat on his head. The young kid leaped excitedly like a Mario humping piñata as he dragged poor Jellie to a dance. 

"Ohh miss Jellie, don't you look fancy today~" Scar stated in a stereotypically British accent. 

Huh.. Now I wonder how long it would take for me to accidentally make young Ren and Scar British.. 

*knock knock*

*knock knock*

Oh wait- that's right. I'm babysitting Tango and Impulse today. Maybe I can entertain them with my costumes and stories today. 

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK-*

"Holy mother of biscuits- I'm coming!" I huffed as I marched from across the room to the door. I pushed the wooden plank to reveal not one, but two adults, with young kids lazing by their arms. 

"Shhhh, they're still asleep." Zedaph brushed past through the door with a sleeping Tango and Impulse leaning on shoulders. 

"You can let them rest with Ren in the bedroom, upstairs." I said softly, pointing at the poorly made stairs. The hectic of a scientist followed, and quickly ascended up to the rooms. 

"Morning uncle Grian," a young voice greeted from outside his entrance. Bdubs rested on top Doc's shoulders, waving eagerly for a kid who just woke up this early in the morning. 

"...Zed-" the creeper cyborg paused to let out a small yawn, "woke me up to help him 

or somethin'..." 

"I feel ya. Zedaph called me at 4 in the morning." 

"Geez.." Doc groaned, "Zedaph is going mental today.." 

"You should sleep early, uncle Doc." 

The dark circles beneath his eyes and his untidy hair made his threatening glare even more…  threatening. "Yeah kid? Unlike you, I don't sleep at 7 pm in the evening." 

Young Bdubs scoffed proudly. 

I'm sorry- 7 pm in the evening!? 

"But anyways. Do you mind babysitting Bdubs for me too? Zedaph dragged me from my bed to here anyway. Might as well leave him with his friends."

Ahhh. So I really became the babysitter for the server. 

"Heh. Why not." I shrugged. 

"Scar!" Bdubs exclaimed, sliding down from Doc's shoulders and running towards the costume chest. 

"Bdubs, shhhhhhh!" 

"Sorry."

"Hmmm," Doc showed a tired and sleep-deprived smile as his hand gestured at me- or my whole outfit. "Haven't seen that business suit in ages.. Sahara makes a return to season 8?"

"Please. Don't give them false hope." I smirked to the fourth corner of my wall.

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And that ladies and gents, is the story behind Scar’s enormous hat! 👏

Zedaph: (Tango, Impulse) 

Wels: (Cub, False) 

Keralis: (, TFC, Xisuma) 

Cleo: (Joe) 

Beef: (XB, Etho) 

Grian: (Ren, Scar) 

Hypno: (Jevin) 

Stress: (Iskall, Mumbo) 

Doc: (Bdubs) 

Pearl: (Gemini) 

Ex: (Hels)