Those Days Continue: Happy Mornings and Nights Spent with Everyone - A warm day with everyone underground

"I won't let you regret this day," Undyne said, her fist clenching tight. Frisk didn't know what those words meant yet. They had no idea that just a few hours later, the two of them would be running around chasing something incredible. But that comes later. First, the day begins in the morning. ＊ "Frisk. Wake up." It was a gentle voice. Frisk slowly opened their eyes. Outside the window, it was still dim. But the room was warm. Toriel stood beside the bed. Her white fur glowed softly in the morning light. Her body was large, but her outline was round and kind. Her red eyes grew a little narrower whenever she looked at Frisk. She wore a long purple robe, and there was a small smile on her face. "Did you sleep well?" "Yeah." Frisk nodded quietly. Toriel let out a relieved breath and left the room. This place was called the Ruins. Old buildings made of purple brick stood in rows, and fallen leaves had piled up on the floor for ages. It was a place that had existed for hundreds of years. Toriel said she had lived here alone for a long time. Frisk had fallen here a few months ago. After that, many things happened, and the barrier that surrounded the underground world disappeared. Now anyone could go to the surface. But everyone still lived here. They liked living here. Frisk was one of them. Coming down the stairs, Frisk smelled something baking. Butterscotch and cinnamon. It was the smell of cinnamon pie, Toriel's specialty. "Eat a lot, okay? You'll be walking around a lot today." "How do you know that?" "Because I'm your mother." Toriel said that and cut the pie into slices. Frisk took a bite. It was sweet and warm. Strength seemed to flow gently from deep in their belly. "Do you have a fever? Does your stomach hurt?" "I'm fine." Every morning, Toriel asked the same thing. Frisk found it a little ticklish. ＊ When Frisk went outside, a cold wind brushed their cheek. Deep in the Ruins, there were supposedly passages that no one had discovered yet. But today they weren't going that way. Frisk walked toward the plaza. Someone was already waiting there. "Frisk!" A loud voice. When Frisk turned around, Undyne was standing with a ball in one hand. She was tall, with strong muscles. Her blue scaled skin bounced the morning light. Her red hair was tied back in a single ponytail, and behind her sharp eyes was a fierce competitive spirit. The way she crossed her arms looked like she was ready for battle. "Today I'll really hold back! I promise!" "Yeah, please." Frisk laughed. They felt like they'd heard that before. Undyne used to be the captain of the royal guard. Now the guard didn't have much to do, so she spent her time relaxing like this. But the strength from her past still remained solid in her body. "Here we go!" Undyne threw the ball. There was an enormous sound. The ball flew far above Frisk's head and soared deep into the Ruins. It wasn't just one or two meters. It disappeared in an instant, dozens of meters away. "...Oh." "Whoa!" Frisk couldn't help but cry out. It was an unbelievable sight. For a moment, both of them froze. Then Undyne's face turned bright red. "I put too much power into it again!" "You said you'd hold back!" Frisk laughed and teased her. Undyne scratched her head and then took off running. "Okay, let's find it! Race!" "Wait!" Frisk hurried after her. They ran together, kicking up fallen leaves. Their breath came short, and they couldn't stop laughing. The ball ended up rolled under an old stone pillar. "...Next time, I'll really hold back." Undyne picked up the ball, looking a little embarrassed. Frisk saw her profile and laughed again. ＊ In the afternoon, Frisk headed to Hotland. It was a place warmed by geothermal heat, with steam rising from all around. The air was thick and hot. There stood Mettaton Studio. "Darling, I've been waiting for you!" As soon as Frisk entered the studio, Mettaton flew over. A slender robot body with pink lights glowing on the chest. Long limbs swinging widely, moving gracefully but exaggeratedly. The voice was high-pitched, and the energy was always turned up to maximum. "What are we doing today?" "A quiz! With fabulous prizes!" The studio had an audience section filled with monsters. Lights flashed and music played. Frisk was seated in a chair with a button panel in front of them. "Now for question one!" When Mettaton's voice rang out, the audience erupted. At first, Frisk was a little surprised by the energy. But gradually it became fun. The quiz was about local specialties of the underground. Frisk pressed buttons to answer. When they got it right, glittery confetti flew down. "Absolutely correct! That's our Darling!" By the end, the audience was dancing along too. Frisk stood up without thinking and danced with silly movements. Everyone laughed and clapped. When the recording ended, Mettaton placed a hand on Frisk's shoulder. "Today was a great show." It wasn't the usual loud voice—it was a little quieter. Frisk noticed that change, just a little. ＊ After leaving the studio and walking a bit, there was a lab. Inside were many monitors and stacks of figurine boxes. "Um, um... do you want to see what I made...?" A small voice. Alphys was a yellow dinosaur-like monster. She was short, and her eyes behind round glasses always seemed a little uncertain. She held a small remote control in her hands, her fingers fidgeting. "I want to see!" When Frisk answered, Alphys's face lit up. Images played on a large screen. It was a story about a robot ninja who fought evil while delivering milk. The movements were incredibly smooth, and the explosion scenes were made with real effort. "This is amazing." "R-really...?" "Yeah. It was cool." Alphys covered her face with both hands. But her face visible between her fingers looked happy. "...I'm glad. It's been a while since anyone watched something I made." Frisk sensed a little loneliness in those words. But right now, the happy expression on her face left a stronger impression. ＊ In the evening, Frisk headed to Snowdin. This was a town where it snowed all year round. The snow crunched under their feet. The house they were looking for was a two-story wooden building. Inside, a mountain of puzzle pieces spread across the table. "Frisk! You finally came!" The voice belonged to a tall skeleton. His bones were long and slender, and his eyes were round and large. He stood with his chest puffed out, swaying his red cape. His voice was full of energy and a little fast. "This puzzle is super high difficulty! Only Papyrus can solve it!" "Aren't we doing it together?" "That's right!" The two of them started arranging pieces. Papyrus explained proudly as he fit pieces in one after another. But he was putting most of them in the wrong places. "I think this one goes somewhere else." "W-what...?" Papyrus looked at the piece carefully, then his face lit up. "...I didn't notice." With an embarrassed smile, Papyrus put the piece in the right place. Then the two of them slowly completed the puzzle together. When they placed the last piece, Papyrus raised both hands high. "It's done! Thanks to you, Frisk!" "We worked hard together." Papyrus nodded happily, over and over. ＊ The smell of ketchup drifted from the kitchen. Peeking in, a small skeleton stood in front of a stand-like counter. "Yo." His voice was laid-back. His bone body was small, and behind his round eyes was a light that seemed to be smiling. He wore a loose blue hoodie and stood in his usual relaxed way. "Let's make hot dogs." "Yeah." The two of them put sausages into buns. Sans's movements were slow, and he paused sometimes. When it came time to add ketchup, he put on an oddly large amount. "Isn't that too much?" "That's the trick." Sans said that and laughed. Frisk tried doing the same with ketchup, and it actually looked pretty good. As the two of them worked side by side, time seemed to flow slowly. Sans told weird jokes now and then, and Frisk laughed quietly each time. "...Did you have fun today?" "Yeah, a lot." Sans said nothing and just narrowed his eyes a little. That was all, but it was enough for Frisk. ＊ At night, Frisk returned to the house in the Ruins and got into bed. Toriel sat beside the bed with a book. "What kind of day was it?" "It was fun." "I'm glad." Toriel opened the book and began to read aloud. Her voice was gentle and a little low. Frisk felt their eyelids growing heavy. Undyne's laugh. Mettaton's flashy lights. Alphys's embarrassed face. Papyrus's proud expression. Sans's slow movements. The faces of everyone Frisk had met today floated in their mind. Frisk treasured each one, remembering them carefully. (Today was fun too.) Toriel's voice grew distant. Soft blankets and a warm room. Frisk drifted off to sleep.

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Name: Those Days Continue: Happy Mornings and Nights Spent with Everyone
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