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Not as Simple as a Happy Ending

Summary:

It’s just a ribbon.

Just a plain red ribbon, absolutely nothing special about it.

At least, that’s what Sans tries to tell himself as Frisk stares up at him, their expectant look slowly morphing into confusion while he sits there frozen.

(Or, the story of the Underground as it was and as it will become, spanning thirteen years, various timelines, multitudes of lives, and one very tired skeleton that just wants very desperately to go home.

In which Frisk isn't the first human child Sans meets, nor the first he befriends, nor the first he kills—and being Sans in general is complicated as all fuck.)

 
Act 1: Your Best Friend (The Integrity of Promises) — Chapters 1-9
Act 2: Two-Monster Resistance — Chapters 10-

Notes:

Please, keep in mind the following opening warnings for the contents of this story: there are mentions and/or depictions of child abuse, suicide and attempted suicide, physical violence, murder, and more. The ethical and moral ramifications of taking one life to save another, and of killing an innocent person for the benefit of a group, are discussed and questioned in depth. I will try to note each chapter accordingly, and you are always welcome to reach out to me here or over Tumblr to discuss warnings you feel I should add.

(See the end of the work for more notes and other works inspired by this one.)

Chapter 1: Not As Simple As A Happy Ending: Cover

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

 

Before Frisk, after Chara, six humans did come to the Underground

There they fell, there they lived, there they slept, there they stayed

Their histories erased, their lives unmade, their names unwritten

Forever

 

...

Though the dead, ever waiting, will not so easily stay buried

And a few yet still remain who do know their story well

One, especially, in particular

 

 

 

 

 

Notes:

Not As Simple as a Happy Ending's cover art was provided by my close friend, who you can find at moth-bug. , as a gift for my 21st birthday, more than four years into the writing of this story. Please give her your love, as I have given her my thanks.