(A/N: THERE IS SOME DEEP SHIZ IN THIS CHAPTER!!
Also, Frisk is 13 in this story, and Sans is the same. Papyrus is older (like 15) and so are Alphys, & Undyne. They get older though!!)

Frisk's P.O.V.
I lay in my comfy, twin-sized bed. The smell of my Mom's sweet butterscotch-cinnamon pie fills my room. We have that every night for dessert. Toriel was nicer to me than my previous families, and "mothers." I always had trouble with grownups, even if it meant trying to find some that would take me in and live with them.
I let out a sigh. I still wondered why I hadn't died when I fell down here, though I was severely injured.

*Memory happening!*
Third Person P.O.V.
Frisk ran into her brother's room, locking herself away from her foster parents (that was the only room with a WORKING lock). Frisk hated them, the worst set of parents she's ever had from the THREE previous families' she had. Her REAL parents died in a fire, and only Frisk and her brother, Aidan, got out alive. Their second family was nice, they just lived in a bad neighborhood...a REALLY BAD neighborhood. Then THIS family, the mother was a drug addict and the father was ALWAYS drunk...and would abuse Aidan any chance he got.
Frisk cried. Aidan sat next to her, attempting to comfort her. Frisk pushed her older brother's hands away, and looked out the window.
"We should run away," Frisk stated, "like we did to our last 'family.' We'll find another one."
Aidan frowned. "No," he said firmly, "we can't just keep running Frisk. It'll work out."
Frisk smiled. Her brother was the one who kept her going. Then her smile was interrupted. A loud BANG scared Frisk, and the door slammed open.
There, stood their foster Dad waving a loaded gun in the air. Frisk screamed as the Dad pointed the gun at her. Frisk closed her eyes tightly. A shot rang out.
Frisk opened her eyes to see that she was not injured, and that her foster Dad was gone. Thump!
Frisk looked down to see Aidan on the ground, blood covering his shirt where his chest was.
"AIDAN!! NO...!!! No no no NO NO!!" Frisk screamed, holding her injured brother. Aidan smiled weakly, brushing his sister's hair to the side.
"Live..." Aidan spoke weakly, "Stay strong...Frisk. Don't...worry about...me."
"A-Aidan..." Frisk stumbled over her words, "I-I can't lose y-you...p-please..." Frisk started bawling. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, droplets landing on Aidan's face.
"Frisk..." Aidan said between his last breaths, "Be...strong...I love...you......"
He was gone. Dead. Frisk couldn't breath, or move. All she could get out was a painful scream. She got up and jumped out the nearest window and headed towards Mount Ebott.
Frisk finally got to the mountain. She got to the point where she was standing in front of a dark hole that lead to the UNDERGROUND.
"I'm done with this shitty world..." Frisk said, her voice shaky, "Goodbye life...I'll see you soon Aidan..."
Frisk jumped. She felt the hard ground, but was still breathing. She never died. Frisk got up to see a friendly goat lady that helped her. Frisk now had a new home.
*out of the memory*
Frisk's P.O.V.
I wiped away a tear. I missed my brother. God damn humans...I didn't hate ALL of them, but my so called "foster parents" was an exception.
"Frisk!" I heard my mother's voice call, "The pie's ready for you!"
I got up and went into the kitchen and happily ate my pie. The taste never got old. I heard my phone ring. I pulled it out to see I got a text from Sans. I knew Sans for a while, almost a full year.
(A/N:{this means texting})
Sans: {hey. you free 2morrow? Paps & I want 2 see u. 8D}
"Mom?" I said, looking up from my phone, "can I visit Papyrus and Sans tomorrow? Just for a bit?"
Toriel teased me by saying, "Hmm...I don't know, my child. I don't think I should let you hang out with your 'boyfriend.'" Toriel looked at me and noticed that I was blushing. She laughed. "Yes, you may 'hang out.'"
I thanked Mom and texted Sans back.
Frisk: {Yeah. I'll see you. We need 2...KETCHUP...anyways! :3}
Sans: {good pun, but NO cat faces. u kno I hate those! D8<}
Frisk: {:P Whatever dude. See u tomorrow!}
Sans: {see ya kiddo 8P}
Frisk: {:3}
Sans: {NUUUUU!!}
I laughed and walked back into my room. I got in my bed and fell asleep with a stomach full of butterscotch-cinnamon pie.

(A/N: PHEW! 792 words in this chapter!! Thanks so much for reading this, doubt anyone will! I'll TRY to update soon! UNDYNE, OUT! NGAAAAAH!)