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The only thing that broke the monotony of the moment was the figure of a lone skeletal sentry, standing at the far side of the gap with the too-wide bars and wooden bridge, his expression dark and unreadable as he waited, hands in his coat pockets. Frisk spotted Sans’ shadow on the ground ahead of them but didn’t look up to greet him, too sad to see their friend disappointed in them.
As he watched the human approach, the skeleton took in their demeanor. How they walked, how their clothes looked. Dark eye sockets searched for any sign of oddity…any signs of dust.
Frisk had been dreading this reunion. It’s why they had spent an extra week with their adoptive mother Toriel in the ruins before finally setting out. They had made it to the surface with everyone and had been living up there for a good four months in peace, but then the last week before the current reset occurred, something happened. Frisk had stumbled off of a rather large drop and much to Sans’ surprise (as he had been present) he had seen the child disappear out of thin air and reappear safely on the ground as if they had used one of his many ‘shortcuts’.
The human then had no choice but to explain they were a part of something called the ‘wizarding world’ and that the reason they had never shown their magic (other than the ‘save’, ‘load’, and ‘reset’ abilities they had gained in their journey underground) was because they had broken their wand in their fall. When Sans listened to this explanation he felt that the child was hiding something more but had decided not to press them further.
Frisk had taken Sans into their hometown, finally, showing him the odds and ends of the magic village and had even shown him how to fly on a broomstick. Sans loved flying. It had been quite hilarious to watch his brother Papyrus’ reaction as he and Frisk had floated over his head hearing him yell, “THAT’S NOT WHAT THAT CLEANING APPARATUS IS FOR, SANS!” They had a good time and things seemed fine, so then, what caused the reset?
Frisk approached Sans, taking their hands out of their sleeves and held them in front, palms up so Sans could see for himself they had no weapon and more importantly, no dust.

Read the story here:
*** archiveofourown.org/works/1596… ***Summary:
After successfully living on the surface for four months and, much to Sans’ surprise, discovering Frisk is actually a magic user, Frisk initiates a reset. But why and to what end?
The story stemmed from the idea: “What if the stick Frisk had wasn’t just a stick?” and the rest is history.
New chapters will be posted each Saturday.
Notes:
This story is a rewritten version of a series of RPs we made between February 2016 and March 2017 wherein Harry Potter lore/universe is worked in, however the events of those books took place many, many, years ago prior to the events of Frisk falling into the Underground. The story deviates off of the true pacifist route to achieve a different ending result.
Rating: T for language and some violent scenes

Description

Excerpt:
The only thing that broke the monotony of the moment was the figure of a lone skeletal sentry, standing at the far side of the gap with the too-wide bars and wooden bridge, his expression dark and unreadable as he waited, hands in his coat pockets. Frisk spotted Sans’ shadow on the ground ahead of them but didn’t look up to greet him, too sad to see their friend disappointed in them.
As he watched the human approach, the skeleton took in their demeanor. How they walked, how their clothes looked. Dark eye sockets searched for any sign of oddity…any signs of dust.
Frisk had been dreading this reunion. It’s why they had spent an extra week with their adoptive mother Toriel in the ruins before finally setting out. They had made it to the surface with everyone and had been living up there for a good four months in peace, but then the last week before the current reset occurred, something happened. Frisk had stumbled off of a rather large drop and much to Sans’ surprise (as he had been present) he had seen the child disappear out of thin air and reappear safely on the ground as if they had used one of his many ‘shortcuts’.
The human then had no choice but to explain they were a part of something called the ‘wizarding world’ and that the reason they had never shown their magic (other than the ‘save’, ‘load’, and ‘reset’ abilities they had gained in their journey underground) was because they had broken their wand in their fall. When Sans listened to this explanation he felt that the child was hiding something more but had decided not to press them further.
Frisk had taken Sans into their hometown, finally, showing him the odds and ends of the magic village and had even shown him how to fly on a broomstick. Sans loved flying. It had been quite hilarious to watch his brother Papyrus’ reaction as he and Frisk had floated over his head hearing him yell, “THAT’S NOT WHAT THAT CLEANING APPARATUS IS FOR, SANS!” They had a good time and things seemed fine, so then, what caused the reset?
Frisk approached Sans, taking their hands out of their sleeves and held them in front, palms up so Sans could see for himself they had no weapon and more importantly, no dust.

Read the story here:
*** archiveofourown.org/works/1596… ***Summary:
After successfully living on the surface for four months and, much to Sans’ surprise, discovering Frisk is actually a magic user, Frisk initiates a reset. But why and to what end?
The story stemmed from the idea: “What if the stick Frisk had wasn’t just a stick?” and the rest is history.
New chapters will be posted each Saturday.
Notes:
This story is a rewritten version of a series of RPs we made between February 2016 and March 2017 wherein Harry Potter lore/universe is worked in, however the events of those books took place many, many, years ago prior to the events of Frisk falling into the Underground. The story deviates off of the true pacifist route to achieve a different ending result.
Rating: T for language and some violent scenes