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“Frisk, lovely for you to finally pick up your phone, grab us some flour from Bookers on your way here please” Sans spoke over the phone, tired as he watched Toriel roll out the mixture for the first batch of cookies. [You ask Sans whether he wants self raising or plain flour]. “Well we need some ready for the next batch of cookies but we are also going to do some hot cross buns so grab one of each if you can manage” [You tell Sans you are on your way].
The surface has changed a lot since your journey in the underground, notably the lack of humans and the carnage left over from a massacre of genocidal size. From what you and them have managed to scrabble together so far, it seems that Russia, USA, and China joined together and started a war against everyone else that they were not able to win, ending in nuclear detonation. The nuclear waste has seemed to be safe around MT Ebbot, which you suspect to be because of the monsters inhabiting it, likely making it a safer environment for the last humans.
Soon you reach Bookers, what used to be an international brand, but is now controlled solely by MTT and is used to supply many of the businesses near places that monsters inhabit. The shelves are mostly bare as progress in revitalisation has been slow, but is getting there. Luckily, flour is still in abundance thanks to it keeping well and being easy to create with the use of Alphy’s machines, and seeds being obtained allowing for MTT to start growing crops, subsequently giving the monsters new jobs and responsibilities in this new world. You find the flour to be heavy to carry in your arms, so you slip them into your bag to transport them, leaving the money in the register neatly as it is a thriving trust-based system until someone is able to pick up the work. As you find your way back in the new yet familiar streets, the smells of lots of different things hit your senses at once: from Muffet’s (no longer containing spider) muffins, to Asgore's flower displays. “Morning Frisk” the once threatening voice spoke out from the doorway, though the voice now seems warmer and more at peace up hear [You greet King Asgore back] “Oh Frisk, there is no need to have such formalities anymore!” [You apologise and carry on your way, careful not to call him King]. The streets used to be made of tarmac and concrete, but (to your delight) you find that they have been redone to mirror something closer to what you have seen of Roman or Anglo-Saxon roads (that are well known to have lasted much longer). [You wonder what the impact that a lack of a need for currency will have on your future], but you’re soon distracted by that when you finally reach the door of the inviting light of the Cafe lovingly named “Soriel’s, Rest Spot”. Inside, the room glows brightly of orange and yellow from the delicate candles dotted around with sunlight creeping through the windows at the front. The smell of fresh bread, and cookies wafts through from the kitchen, filling you with…
DETERMINATION to start the new day at the cafe.
You hurry into the kitchen, pulling out the flour from your bag and handing it to Sans. “Thanks Kid, it is much appreciated, good timing too, we had just finished the last bag, Tori is in the bathroom right now, how about you sit down for a little while, I have something to ask” he pauses for a moment, putting down the flour and getting ready to create the next set of cookie batter, “So, are you enjoying being back up here?” he asks, his non-existent eyebrows furring slightly, like something is bothering him. [You think for a long moment, a lot has changed since you had been up here, too much to process, you tell Sans that you are enjoying the life that they have but they are uncertain of how they feel yet].
“That’s understandable Kid, I can only wonder how you are feeling. At least you two have each other” [You assure Sans you will be okay]. “Anyway” Sans replies, his worry seemingly vanishing from his face, “On a less depressing note, can you go wake up Chara for me please, they’ve not gotten up yet” [You tell Sans that you will] as you walk towards the fridge and grab the squirt bottle full of water from out of the fridge, awarding yourself a laugh from Sans.
Slowly, you walk up the stairs, careful not to tread too harshly in case you prematurely wake Chara up; being sure not to tread on the 2nd to last step due to it squeaking like a [REDACTED] (I wish Frisk/You would stop censoring me :;( ).
Even slower, you cross the hallway and stop just outside of your shared room. You had been hoping this moment would come. You held your ear to the door gently, listening out for any sound just in case your prediction was wrong. A few minutes passed of silence from behind the door, before you finally pounced like an adult Black-Footed Cat (adorable little cats that have the highest mortality rate), slamming the door open and running at Chara (who was still sound asleep sprawled under the covers, likely having a nice dream that is about to be disturbed) and lifted their covers to begin spraying their body and face [You shout to wake up Chara]. Chara suddenly awakes, hissing, attempting to pull the covers over themselves in a way to defend themselves against you, which failed miserably. [You tell Chara that it is time to get up].
“I hate you Frisk”, Chara declares annoyed, with sleep still in their eyes [You squirt Chara one last time on the face and tell them once again to get up]. “Friskkkkkk” Chara says defeated before beginning to get ready, while you skip out of the room and head back downstairs.
Much has changed since you were on the surface, but you are glad that it has happened the way it has.