Such a beautiful Day Outside.
Really, it all came to this. Asriel and Chara needed to talk to their parents, and Frisk didn’t want to be there for that shitshow. They knew that it was going to be fine in the end; they knew that it was probably just going to be a lot of yelling and maybe another divorce between Asgore and Toriel even though they weren’t even married again. They would find a way to double divorce, but that was probably better for them. Frisk came to realize that when they were living with the Monsters above the surface: Toriel and Asgore worked better as a unit when separated.
They were too different as people to make the same choice on decisions, but they were both too nice to argue with each other. Apparently, according to some of the older castle staff, they would both just try to avoid the problem if they came to a decision that they both disagreed on because they didn’t want to hurt the other. Now, though, there isn’t really any lost love between them, but they can be civil towards each other.
So, anyway, Frisk knew that the discussion had to happen, confessions needed to be given, and they had given permission to mention how Saves and Loads work, but not resets. Which both Chara and Asriel agreed with Frisk on. No one really needed to know that their lives have been reset over and over and over again, and not just at a checkpoint time. That would already be difficult enough. So, Frisk gave those permissions and then grabbed Sans, who also didn’t want to be there for that train wreck, and while the betrayal was still fresh in their sibling's eyes, Sans teleported them to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, leaving that conversation to the Dreemurs.
“You think that was a good idea, leaving the mini god and the devil itself alone to swear vengeance on you?” Sans asked as they set up a nice picnic for the two of them. It had been a while, and they didn’t really get any alone time to discuss things before everything. Well, they would have if Sans weren’t being such a stubborn creep and watching them from the shadows. But that was Sans; he was always a watcher, so they couldn’t really blame him for keeping up with what he knew. Sans’ job was to observe and judge the people who came through the Underground. afterall.
“Eh, probably. One of them will forgive me first, and the other will wear down after a while; it just depends on who I choose to suck up to.” Frisk chuckles before pulling out an entire bottle of ketchup and handing it over to Sans, who gave them a nod in thanks. He then proceeded to try and down the bottle. “Woah, slow down, Sans; I only brought two of those, and I want to hide out here as long as possible.” they paused. “Plus, you need to be sober to talk to me about certain things.”
Sans gave them a look and then sighed. “Kid, we both know I could get wasted off my bony ass, and I would still be of sound mind to recite the entire Underground Creed.” he then huffed and grumbled into the mouth of the ketchup bottle. “Or fight a little demi-god for the 50,000th time.” Frisk pretended that they didn’t hear that last part. For the sake of his own sanity. Sans needed to have his grievances, and they would allow him those.
“Yeah, well, true,” the following silence was tension snapping. They both knew that they should talk about something, but neither really knew where to start. Still, Frisk thought, if this was going to go anywhere, maybe they should treat it like a story and start from the beginning. “I was, um, I was born to these really rich aristocrats. I didn’t have any of my memories of being Frisk, so that’s why everyone else calls me Draco or Mr. Malfoy. They know me because they know of my parents.”
“But they don’t know you?” Frisk shook their head.
“Not really, there wasn’t much to Draco in the first place. He was quiet, rarely spoke out or did things, he spent most of his time studying and whatnot. Didn’t have many friends, if any. People were constantly trying to get to his parents through him, and not to say that they were truly awful parents; they could have been worse. A lot worse.” A shiver went down their spine. They didn’t like thinking about exactly how bad Narcissa and Lucius could be, no, it was for the best that they were negligent at worse. “So when Chara came back and with it, my soul , Frisk’s soul, he was more or less a blank slate for Frisk to overtake. Well except for Potter and his lot, they hated him, and I keep up the fued because it’s funny, and it was one of the only things that he liked to do that wasn’t just walking through life.”
“So that kid, Draco, he’s dead?” Sans tried to look nonchalant about the question, but Frisk could tell what he was thinking by the way he tensed up. Dead kids didn’t tend to end well, in Sans humble experience. They didn’t end well in Frisk’s either.
“No, not really, you have to have a soul to die right, and when I got mine again I didn’t overtake a soul in this body. It just slotted into place, and I could remember things again. Maybe he was never really alive to begin with; it was just a body with memories and thoughts but no soul, so no personality.” The last part came off more as a question, but it was still true none the less. “So you don’t really have to worry about it; he won’t come back to haunt, or curse, or ruin our lives because I don’t think he was ever real to begin with.”
Sans sighed and then took another swig from the ketchup bottle. “Good to hear, kid, I guess. That answers my next question though, if you were really just you in that body, and since your typically parasite is talking to his parents, and the body never had a soul till yours it means that it is just you.”
“After everything, I’m still me.” Sans gave a chuckle at that although he probably didn’t fully understand the joke, he could tell that they were making one in the first place.
“So, did you pack any food in there, or did you only bring me ketchup? Because, Frisk, this is starting to seem less like a picnic and more like a conversation to ketchup.” Frisk immediately burst out laughing.
“Yeah,” they tried to catch their breath. “Yeah, hold on, we got deep for a moment, and it threw me off. Don’t worry, you butter believe that I got snacks for this picnic. Including…” Then, with dramatic timing, they pulled out a whole butterscotch cinnamon pie. “Toriel’s specialty.”
“Not bad kid, well lettuce get to eating, shall we?” Frisk grinned and then started bringing out more food from the basket they had prepared when Chara came and told them that he and Asriel were going to talk to their parents. They managed to pack extra in case the conversation took long or in case someone in the family started crying and dragging the talk out. Frisk was nothing if not prepared; specifically to sit outside on a lovely day with their best friend to completely avoid anything to do with that conversation at all, and they were prepared to be there until night if it came to that.
“We shall, hot dog, my good judge?” Frisk passed one over to the skeleton.
“Why, thank you! I relish your choice of cuisine.” It truly was nice to just sit outside with your best friend and have a nice picnic. Just a calm an relazing evening, one that both of them truly needed.
Somewhere in the background there was an explosion, but neither paid any attention to it. That was tomorrow's problem; right now, they were taking a day off from protecting the people around them to just focus on themselves, two best friends reunited.
“Hey, so since I can make boss arenas, do you think I’ll get a boss song, or do you guys write those yourselves?”
“Frisk, I’m going to be honest: I became a boss monster by accident. I have no idea where the music comes from; we just name it when it happens and go about our day, or at least I did.”
“Huh, that explains why you’re the only one whose song title I know. You don’t think the other’s named theirs.” Sans just shrugged.
“I don’t know, never bothered to ask about it. Mostly because everyone but Asgore thought that I was too weak to fight, so why would I bring it up.” Frisk nodded because yeah that made sense, and then they realized something.
“Wait, the music just happens?!”