A Stance, not a good one, but a stance.
Frisk was in hell. This was their punishment for every reset, every timeline, every dusting and every blood splatter that they had ever done, Chara too. They were taking on all of Chara’s sins as well because they had to be, that was the only explanation.
Frisk had made it to the Great Hall first and thus had to watch everyone else speed walk in order to catch up to them. Surprisingly, the kids came through first. Harry Potter leading that ragtag group. They paused when they saw Frisk before Potter seemed to remember he was a Gryffindor and marched up to them.
“What was that, Malfoy?” See the thing about Potter, is that despite him never being told anything from anyone his entire career in the wizarding world, he still expected people to give him the answers he felt he deserved. Frisk didn’t know if that was naivete, stupidity, or just plain arrogance.
“I don’t really know what you’re talking about Potter, a lot of things happened for instance, so you’re going to need to explain to me what you feel like you have the right to learn.” Frisk smirked at the anger that formed on the Golden boy’s face. They were going to go further to annoy the boy when a hand smacked the back of their head.
“Kid, we don’t pick fights, do we?” Sans, of course it would be Sans. Although, Frisk was surprised he wasn’t the first one here. They wondered why it took him so long to get here.
“I mean we do if they’re being annoying?” Frisk grumbled crossing their arms, but didn’t go further into Potter.
The group fell into an awkward silence, with Sans glancing from Frisk to the ministry group, and then back again.
“So, Frisk impostor.” Sans started.
“I am Frisk!” Frisk interrupted. Sans paused and then raised a hand to them.
“That remains to be seen. Anyways, Frisk impostor, I have a question that has been bugging me. Why are you blond?”
“I was born this way, My family is all blond, platinum blonde too, but I am Frisk, this I promise you. My changing bodied and looks does not change that I am your Frisk.”
Sans remained quiet, just stared at Frisk and they felt uncomfortable, how were they supposed to convince their best friend that they were who they say they were.
“Stop being mean, you bony trash can, you can sense Frisk’s soul, you know it’s them!” came Flowey’s voice. Frisk turned and saw they he was now in a pot being carried by Papyrus. Which fair, he was probably the only one who would carry the flower, everyone else was giving him weary glances. No one remembered that he was Asriel, the transformation came when they were out, but they did remember that he almost killed all of them and Frisk. It was kind of Sad.
“You and I both know that that doesn’t mean it’s Frisk.” Sans answered without taking his eyes off of Frisk. The other monsters looked confused, Flowey look uncomfortable, and Frisk was just tired. Chara was laughing, this was fun for them, the bitch.
“Now that we’re all here, Mr. Malfoy if you would explain what it was that you stole in the ministry, and who your.… friends are?” Dumbledore had a way of pissing people off by being polite, Frisk didn’t know why or how, but he did and he kept doing it.
“Ummm, I didn’t really steal anything from the Ministry of Magic, they had someone that didn’t belong to them and I took that something back to their owners. You can call Robin Hood.”
Next to Frisk they heard Weasley ask who ‘Robin Hood’ was, but just like everything else in their life, they ignored the other people within their age demographic.
“That remains to be seen, it was a powerful weapon that you used in the Ministry, I would like to know what that was and if it was this group that you took it too.”
“That wasn’t a weapon.” Frisk answered monotone like. They couldn’t help it, it was this or the burning rage that coursed through them that made them want to kill the man in front of them, and for the most part they were sure that that was Chara. “What I used against the Death Eaters and Ministry personnel was not a weapon, it never was nor will it ever be a fucking weapon.”
“Then you wouldn’t mind telling me what it was. A spell perhaps? A potion, whatever it was it could be very useful in the war against Voldemort, my child. You could be very helpful in telling us what it was.” Dumbledore didn’t notice as he had stepped closer to Frisk during his speech, but Frisk who had a perfect view of the Great Hall watched as the monsters slowly started making their way away from the wizard.
He was talking about using their souls as a weapon in his war. The war that he continued to let go on. That he is letting kids fight in. Frisk was not having that. Chara was not having that, and from the way Flowey was smiling he was not having that. Flowey might just eat Dumbledore, and Frisk could live with that.
A bony hand landed on Frisk’s shoulder and Sans pushed them behind him. “I don’t think Frisk is going to answer that, and neither are we to be honest. So why don’t we skip to the next question you had, was it who we were?”
Dumbledore didn’t answer him, just smiled, and that seemed to piss Sans off more. “Well to answer your question, we are monsters, we came from the Underground some years ago, but until recently we have been….unavailable for Frisk. So they had to come to us. We thank you for taking care of our kid, really we do, but we’ll be leaving now, and we’ll be taking Frisk with us.” Sans grabbed their arm and started pulling them to the door. They knew he still didn’t believe them, but he also seemed to hate Dumbledore more. Frisk will take the win where they can.
“I’m afraid that I cannot allow you to take Mr. Malfoy, he is a student at Hogwarts and as this is still a school semester, under my protection,” Frisk internally scoffed, since when did Dumbledore care about the protection of his students? He literally kept it open for as long as he fucking could while there was a basilisk running around in the pipes.
“I assure you Frisk is quite safe with us, we are their family.” Torriel interrupted before Sans could probably cuss the old man out.
“You call that family when they were being attacked by the same skeleton that is trying to take them away?” a random Order member piped in, probably one of the Weasley, there was a bunch of them here right now. Why were there so many? Didn’t they know of contraceptives? Although that one was cute. So was that one. Hmm, maybe they should have had more before the Weasel.
“That was a misunderstanding,” Frisk cut in, pushing themselves in front of Sans. “Besides I would have been fine, Sans can’t really kill me he knows this.” Frisk looked over their shoulder and saw that Sans had turned into his scary mode, which was not helping. “Hey, put your fucking eyes back in their sockets, you’re not helping.” Frisk snapped. Sans did, but he didn’t seem happy about it. “I’ll be fine. Sans is my best friend. He would never actually hurt me, it was a game if nothing else.”
None of the humans were really buying it, and Frisk couldn’t blame them, even Remus and Sirius looked hesitant. Frisk sighed.
“What would it take for me to be able to leave with them. I want to catch up with my family?” Albus fucking Dumbledore opened his mouth, but Frisk cut in. “That’s not me telling you what happened in the Ministry because you’re not getting jack shit from me.” Frisk’s eyes flashed and they knew that the man would back off at that. For some reason Albus was hesitant to engage with Chara.
“Well, they could remain where someone could watch them.” cut in the Minister who Frisk had thought got the message and had went back to his house where he was out of reach, and couldn’t get stabbed, but apparently the man was just stupid.
“I’m not letting you fuckers anywhere near them after what you did last time I wasn’t fucking there, try again.” Frisk’s eyes flashed again and this time it was accompanied by Chara pulling out a knife in the split second they were in control. Frisk kept the knife out because they would 100% stab this man.
“My child, I am not sure that is necessary.” Torriel had crossed the room and had gently pried the knife out of Frisk’s hands. They let her take it, mostly because she would kick his ass for them. Plus they could always get more.
“What if we agreed to be watched somewhere close, that way Frisk could visit when they want and they can still continue their schooling.” Asgore added taking the knife from Torriel and passing it to Sans where it disappeared into his hoodie. Frisk didn’t know where he got the new one, maybe he had extra?
“There is Hogsmead.” Professor McGonagal spoke up. “You could stay at the edges of the village and Frisk can visit on the weekends. Would that be agreeable to everyone?” She turned to look at everyone in the room. The monsters shared a look before agreeing, but Dumbledore agreed right away, a twinkle in his eye. Frisk wanted to stab him, but Sans had their knife. Maybe they had been spending too much time with Chara. Finally, the Minister reluctantly agreed when he realized that the monsters weren’t going to be forced to go with him, and that they were sentient creatures that other people knew about and he could get in trouble if he took them by force. So that was that, the Monsters were going to move into the village at the bottom of the hill.