Sans walked down the stairs, not trying to be silent but not trying to be loud either. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, three heads turned towards him.

“Sans...you’re awake…” Papyrus hugged Sans. Sans was slightly confused but accepted the hug anyway.

“You’ve been out for a week.” Asgore rumbled, Toriel was leaned against him and Frisk was curled up on her lap, both asleep. Sans’s eyes widened.

“Aparently taking 6-soul form took a lot out of you and the souls. More then likely because you are linked.” Asriel piped up, he sat next to Frisk, Undyne and Alphys cuddling next to him.

“You’re in your origonal form, Asriel.” Sans stated as Papyrus let go.

“He’s not the only one.” A female voice emerged with a girl that looked like Frisk but in a green sweater with a yellow stripe and a year older.

“Chara.” Sans’ left eye flickered blue for a second.

“I mean no harm” Chara raised her hands above her head, a Hershey’s chocolate bar in her left hand. “Frisk broke the RESET button in half and gave me and Asriel each a piece. I am sorry for what I did, comedian, I shouldn’t have.” She bowed slightly in a sign of remorse. Sans sighed.

“Fine, but why is your LoVe 20?” Chara straightened and smiled ruefully.

“As best as I can figure my stats haven’t RESET since the last genocide route. I don’t know why or how but they haven’t. Frisk never gained any LoVe, only love. I am the one who gained all the LoVe. It was the only way I could feel anything.” Asriel nodded.

“What else has happened while I was out?” Sans asked.

“We told the people that the threat against us has been defeated. Those old enough to remember Cordis now do and everyone has been preparing to meet the humans and the old story is being retold.” Asgore replied.

“Mom and Dad got back together other then that we’ve been here waiting for you to wake up and occationally going out to help people prepare. We should be heading out in the next day or so.” Asriel added.

“Ok, for now, I need to go work on something.” Sans headed towards the front door.

“Mind if I come with?” Chara inquired. Sans shook his head and opened the door, Chara running up to follow. They quickly made their way into the lab, Chara shivering slightly from the cold. Once they entered, Chara glanced about as Sans shut the door. The young, and Sans figured, undead girl wandered the room, peeking into a toolbox next to a covered machine.

“Don’t touch anything without permission.” Sans stated simply as he pulled the cover off the machine. It was a strange machine that defied discription, it appeared to be mostly repared but it still looked beat to hell, immune to RESETs.

“What is it?” Chara peered at the large device curiously.

“Don’t know, it’s immune to the RESETs, not that it matters now. Been workin’ on it for several RESETs, helped get my mind off of what was happening. Chara had the decency to look somewhat guilty.

“Sorry, neither Frisk nor I relish in returing to the surface. Humans are cruel creatures save a select few excluding myself from said few.” Chara sat infront of the tool box, facing Sans who, had crawled under it’s propped up bottom on his back.

“Since you are infront of the tool box, mind handing me the wrench?”