A Second Chance

Never. Frisky kept that number deep inside. It took the Soul bearing to get that number out. Chance would have never known it. How?

Oh, well, shoot. I was hoping that this looked like an accident. Oh well. I guess you do have decent magic if you could reach him to talk to him. But, that's not happening for much longer. So, say your goodbyes.

How are you actually inside Chance? That's not possible!

Hm. Not happy to hear from me? Yeah? Well, I'm not happy to hear from you. You stole my claim.

They were mine, and they are mine.

Not this one, not much longer.

No, nuh uh. A Skeleton can't be inside another Skeleton.

He's a conduit. Anything's possible. Now if you don't mind? I'm trying to calm the boy so he goes into the sweet grasp of death easier instead of shouting. His sweet soul should have some comfort. Innocent bystandard in this claiming feud. Least I can do. You though? When I get my hands on you, there isn't going to be a piece left.

Likewise. Buddy."Papyrus?"

"I don't know, Sans," Papyrus answered back. "I've never heard of intruding on the actual mind. Is it a Balancer thing? Oh. I'm . . . I'm sorry, Sans."

Amateur. Touch the conduit's eye.

Chance's Mind . . .

Chance continued to struggle. He didn't want to die, but he couldn't break free. No matter how much he kept telling himself it was an illusion. Then, he felt a familiar power behind him. He turned around in 04823's arms.

Sans, but not. He looked like the night he did when Papyrus shoved him at him.

"Ah, ah. Too much emotion and the conduit will simply expire. Leave your deepest seeded hate behind the door, or he's already dead. Besides, we can't kill each other anymore than the Frisks could." 04823 patted his head gently. "Let nature take him. It's kinder on a Monster."

Sans approached slowly. He looked like he was struggling to even speak.

"Don't trust yourself not to yell? I don't blame you," 04823 said. "Quiet rage. It's not easy. You should be trained to be in a conduit. But, well, he's going to die anyhow, so why not meet face to face?"

Skeletons were intelligent. This wasn't intelligent, what he was doing. It had a body, just like a human. Brown hair. Brown eyes. Suit. Looked like a real pathetic human, but Sans knew it wasn't. He couldn't linger long inside of the illusion than needed. He tried to concentrate on different solutions because it was all he could do with the rage he did feel inside. What am I missing? He invited me inside. There's nothing here though, nothing more than my magic presence projecting an image. Wait . . . it was slight. Heavy magic was on top of Chance because of Sans and Papyrus trying to help, but underneath that . . . he is reaching with magic. Just like me.

He was still trapped outside the barrier, but he was reaching inside with his magic. He was tough. But even if he was stronger, Sans wouldn't back down.

He was good though, real good. Even Sans being called there, it was just part of the massive delusion he was making!

" . . . Chance." Sans finally spoke. "Light is behind me. Go for it."

"I can't move, Sans," Chance tried to say. He barely could muster enough strength to talk.

"You can. It's a trick. He's just projecting an image of himself. He isn't here, any more than me." Sans just stared at 04823. Really hard. "If he was. We. Would not be talking. Chance. Souls don't actually touch you to enter. How could me touching your eye, mean I'm suddenly here?"

"Oh, you clever little bastard," 04823 growled.

"Oh. You're right." Chance tried to push again. "Just an illusion. But there's so much pressure."

"Just a little umph he put on your physical body. He can't do much more, he's trapped outside the barrier. The rest is me and Papyrus trying to save you." Sans power around him went out and his eye sockets simply went black. "He was tricking us into almost killing you."

"Illusion or not." 04823 tightened his grip. "Even from behind the barrier, I can control. I might as well be real."

Sans moved closer. "A little magic pressure on your body, My Kid. That's all he can do. The rest you feel is safe. Move against it."

04823 moved closer and bent down towards Sans. "Even in an illusion, I can see fire burning in your eyes for me. The feeling is mutual. I will tear you limb from limb when we meet for all your crimes!"

Even though the lights were gone from Sans eyes, Chance could still see the ferocity as Sans met him forehead to skull. If they were real, they would have been tearing each other apart.

Illusion. Illusion. Illusion. While 04823 was talking down to Sans, Chance could feel the weakness. His attention on Sans was changing the direction of the strength. At least to his head. Either way, Chance took the chance. He kicked his feet unexpectedly while he was crouching down to see Sans. He hit the floor and rolled before 04823 could regrab him. He ran behind the illusion of Sans as fast as he could. "The light!" He reached out for it.

Sans. 04823. The ship. Everything was gone.

"There's nothing here." Chance walked around a little until his whole body went numb. I'm tired. I'm sooo tired. "I'm so cold." Chance curled up on the ground, his eyes were too tired to stay open, but it was so cold. He was starting to shiver. "I'm so, so cold." He looked at his fingers. They were turning really red. Chance tried to cover his shoulders. He was so cold. He couldn't feel anything except the cold. "It's so cold." Chance looked at his hands again. They were all bluish now. He moved them slowly. It felt weird, like moving his hands through water. "Cold. Tired . . ." Then, he didn't feel so cold. Just tired. Just really, really tired . . .

Judgment Hall . . .

"Whoah."

"Whoah!"

"Uuhh . . ."

"Oh, oh, look! Wowie, Sans, look! He's . . . a babybones? He's brand new!"

"Y-yeah . . ."

"Look, he's moving his little bony fingers," Papyrus said as he saw the tiny little arms beneath the blanket. "He didn't just turn into a Skeleton, he was reborn into one!"

Sans nodded but sat on the ground with Chance. Covered in a blanket to try and soothe the transition, he rocked him back and forth. "Almost. Almost lost him."

"I know. He's okay, though."

"Not just to another world. I mean, completely. I almost fell for that trick, I almost got him killed." Sans lifted the blanket again to look at his little skull. He watched the bony fingers flinch again. Sans touched them with his own. "He is a newborn babybones, this is crazy. Ooh, he's real tender. Tiny too."

"He's real cute. We'll have to take lots of pictures! I will text Undyne to get him classified as an actual Monster resident. Say Cheesey bones." He snapped a picture and sent it to her.

"Yep. Heh. He . . . looks a lot like me now." Sans looked at his jaw. "Poor kid even got my teeth. Was hoping he'd get yours."

"Nah, I think he's cuter with yours," Papyrus insisted. He checked his phone. "Undyne texted that she will do that but Alphys, Undyne, and Toriel all want to come over to confirm it. More like they just want to see it for themselves." He checked it again. "Undyne said if he's really classified as a newborn, King Asgore won't make you have another for six years. Well, he clearly qualifies." Papyrus stood back up. "Sans. Everything just got better!"

"Yeah." Sans chuckled. "Yeah. I've kind of been waiting for that."

"I'll go tell Frisky he is fine now if you want me to? You can spend some time alone to adjust."

"Yeah, good idea." Sans didn't want to leave Chance's side. "Heh. Got more than a couple finger bones there. When you going to move something else?" He leaned his skull back and looked up. He was right below the Judgment Hall window. "Just another crazy time in this kooky place." He looked back down and saw Chance jerk his bony hand.

He brought him in closer for a hug. Being there, watching his son go through such a huge milestone. He couldn't be there for his first steps, his first time talking, or anything else. But, this was his second chance with Chance. He'd have to learn how to walk. How to talk. How to relearn everything as a Skeleton. And. And. "My kid. My, my, my, my, my kid!" He hugged him tighter. "I'll be there for everything. You'll see." He warmed up the blanket even more for him.

No matter what happened with Frisky, one thing would remain. His kid was his kid and nothing would ever change that. He slowly stood up with him. "I'll show you how you balance on your feet just right so you don't fall when you're past crawling. I'll teach you how to see way further than any human could. I'll show you how to conjure different things. Usually bones are the easiest since we have a connection to them. My kid, I'll show you all kinds of things. Life will never be the same for you, it'll be better. So much better."

And that Balancer X. That 04823. He'd never touch him. That was his only weak chance, and it was clear his butt was stuck behind that barrier good to try that desperate of a move. Chara must have had him on a real tight leash! No. No, by the time he tried to come, he'd be ready. He'd be more than ready.

He could feel power practically throbbing inside. "I almost feel human with this much determination inside of me," he laughed. "No way. Nuh uh!" Laughing, he was laughing. Actually laughing.

Holding Chance the way he should have, and the way it should have been. Not having to make Frisky go through anything she wasn't ready for. "I don't have lungs, but I swear if I did, I'd be breathing some relief. I haven't felt this great in a long time!" He hummed as he walked. "Oh yeah, duh. Let's take that shortcut. I bet the Underground is ready to see you now."

Sans and Papyrus' Home . . .

Frisky watched the whole gang crowding around Chance. And she realized . . . she hadn't prepared enough determination for the moment. She didn't mind that her son wasn't human. He might even be safer the way he was, but nobody bothered to mention it wouldn't just be a change. It wasn't like snapping fingers and Chance was walking and talking like a Skeleton.

He couldn't walk. He couldn't talk. He couldn't see. Everyone that seemed to see him acted like he was a brand new . . . newborn. The Chance I know is gone. This is past the infantile stage of FRISK. Being reborn into a Monster literally meant . . . being reborn.

It had to happen. She understood that. But, could no one have bothered telling her anything? All those years with her son, just gone! Wiped out like they didn't exist. His years of training. His time as FRISK. All the times they shared. Everything that made Chance, Frisk.

The only good thing about it all, was that Sans had finally bonded with him. He barely even let Papyrus touch him. Apparently, Chance's bones were extremely fragile, even more fragile than human bones until he matured a little more.

In fact, everyone seemed a bit surprised by how much he looked like a brand new newborn Monster. It was clear as day. But her determination hit it's limit when she heard Toriel speak.

"Oh, he's so cute. He really is a brand new little Monster. I think Asgore would count it, Sans, you should ask. He will take just as much work to raise now."

"He should, we are just waiting for his okay from Undyne!" Papyrus pointed out. "Technically, the six years of being a strange human has clearly been erased, so maybe it will?"

Boom.

Limit.

Hit.

"Hey, he's getting good with his right hand. Now only one thing left," Sans joked. "Right, Papyrus?" It was like time had ticked backward. Had given him a second chance. His heart was beating, and he could believe he manifested it alright. Tiny and frail, like he'd just been born. Chance's bones weren't even strong enough to beat a two-month-old's yet.

But, then Sans heard it. He had been so consumed with Chance's transformation, he almost forgot.

"Got it!" Undyne answered joyfully. "I got the official word from Asgore. He said you don't have to have another one for six years."

Everyone was saying it. Everyone was thinking it. Everyone knew it. But, so did she. "Hey, The Great Uncle Papyrus? Here, be real careful." He handed him to his brother. "No, no, watch the fibula. Really, he's like fragile. Okay? I have to go. Don't let anyone else hold him. I'll be right back."

"Go?" Papyrus asked confused. "Why? For what?" Sans headed upstairs, still hearing his brother asking. He went into his and Frisky's room.

Yep.

Gone.

"Watching the kid you raised for six years suddenly become reborn can take it's toll on you," Flowey said from his corner. After the support that morning, Sans had moved him into his room away from the cold downstairs. At least for now. "Not your fault, Sansy. Nobody knows how a conduit reacts to things. That's why Chance was so scared. They never react normally." His petals drooped. "This is bad. I feel again. I feel for her."

"Great. She bailed before I could even talk to her." Sans looked out the window. "Probably with the Frisks again."

"No. It's not a workable problem with various solutions and strategies, Sansy," Flowey said. "It's emotional. She won't be with the Frisks."

"Where will she be then?"

"Waterfall."

Waterfall . . .

Frisky walked slowly along the edges. One of the good things about being trapped in the illusion of a mountain? The echo flowers glowed even more beautiful. "Complete reset. Complete windwipe. Just without me." She gulped. "Life was horrid, but still, it was life. All those years, gone." She placed her hands beneath her. "Chance is getting his second Chance at a much happier life. No one jumping in him, taking control. No one committing murder with him. So, I should be happy." She sighed. "I should be happy." She continued to walk. "Happy, happy, happy. Heh." She moved across a small bridge and looked down seeing her reflection.

Hers. She always saw FRISK whenever she actually risked opening her eyes there. It was her though. Part happy. Part sad. "Mindwipes are new beginnings. It's just that, I was tired of new beginnings." She continued to walk again. "Then again, there will be no more horrifying nightmares. He went through soooo much. But now." She shook her head. "No, I won't be selfish. I still have FRISK . . . I still have . . ." She thumbed through her fingers. "PATIENCE and JUSTICE are dead or mentally gone. KINDNESS has become so incredibly mean only getting worse over time. I helped to kill PERSEVERANCE." She looked at her fingers. "BRAVERY, INTEGRITY and DETERMINATION. Three. Only three of us left. And we'll all eventually die. Somehow. Down in the Underground."

Uh uh. Sans knew that Frisky was probably having a tough time with the transition, but she'd regret it later not being there on Chance's new birthday. He'd talk to her a bit about it, make her feel better, and get back. Chance was downright brittle and he didn't want anyone to mess with him.

While he moved though, he was catching bits of Frisky's conversation. He could tell she was having trouble adjusting to everything too. More than just Chance's new change. It'd been a bit since he followed behind a Frisk, far enough that they didn't catch him, but close enough to see and hear what was going on.

She stopped to pick a small echo flower and hummed into it. "There's no place for humanity. There's no place for FRISK. Except here."

Down in this corner, she never talked or spoke. She just moved. Words of even past resets resided within the simple power of the echo flowers. It took too much to keep messing with each flower. They were like recorders, and although they had erased them several times, there wasn't a real potential need to do it.

She leaned toward her left toward a huge echo flower.

"You are a dumb blue flower and I am bored." Frisky smiled. KINDNESS. She moved closer to another flower. "FRISK is how you spell badass people!" She chuckled softly. BRAVERY. "So, what exactly are you made of? Because you smell so good, I would imagine you would make Toriel some good pie. Pie, pie, pie!" Frisky spun around. PATIENCE. "Hello, yo, if you say so ya ho. Ooh, naughty flower!" INTEGRITY. "Oh geez, not these damn blue flowers again." PERSEVERANCE. "You've got the dreamer's disease!" HONEST. Right before she completely cracked. The first one to crack. And then, hers. "I have the DETERMINATION to get through this. With a little faith, I can always make it."

"Lost another Frisk, huh, Faith?"

Frisky turned around and saw Sans. "I just left for a little while. I planned on coming back." Sans neared the flowers himself.

"Sure were a lot of parts to Frisk. As sucky as life was, they probably made it tolerable." Sans gestured to one of the flowers. "Except that guy. Could have done without him. Had too much of a bone to pick with him."

"I just needed some time alone," Frisky said.

"Mmmm . . . nope." Sans approached her. "Come home."

"Did you know . . . that he would do that?" She had to ask.

"Nope! Shocking actually, huh? Heh." He plucked a little echo flower. "It's one mindwipe I don't mind. He gets a whole new beginning."

Did . . . he even understand how much he was making her mad with those words? "Yes. Life was horrible, but, it was still life. He was growing fine. Making memories."

"Life is always life, no matter what you do or remember." He twirled the echo flower. "Or who you lose. I'm not the only one with the reset homesick blues, am I?"

"I never said I wanted a reset."

"But you do. At times, I do too. Because let's face it, life has been tough. Like rugged tough. Like a Glamburger after 10:00 on a Saturday night tough."

Frisky involuntarily made a face. "That was never the time to order."

"Nope, but maybe it's time you put an out of order sign on yourself too."

Ooohh . . . "Pardon?"

"Sorry. Tibia honest, I haven't been all that honest. I never am. I have a Skele-ton of issues with stuff." He winked his eye socket at her. "Bone jokes are coming back in style. Don't worry, they'll probably be gone by to-marrow."

Now. Now was not the time for that. She was upset with him. Completely upset. She wanted to be alone. She leaned up against the wall, just about ready to tell him what she thought of everything when-

She farted. Well, not her. She looked up against herself. She had a small whoopee cushion tucked in her pants. How did he?

"If someone farts on an echo flower and it echoes back is it an echo flarter?"

No.

She was mad.

She was not happy.

She was cracking up, laughing harder than she had for a long, long time. "You are such a jerk!" She laughed as she pushed him. "I was trying to be mad!"

No way. If he didn't see it, he couldn't have believed it. Frisky. Dedicated. Determined. Faithful. Miss Dodgy dodge. Do the right thing. Holy moly. She. Liked. My fart jokes? No Monster girl liked fart jokes. A lot of them might giggle or smile in a social setting with a pun or two of his, occasionally a knock-knock joke, but even they rarely fell for fart jokes. "Oh, so, the great and powerful Frisky does have a weakness?" Sans moved behind her. "You know, most girls don't like farting. No wonder it took so long to find what makes you really laugh."

"Look. Chance was just reborn. Okay? I have six years of time that he'll never remember," she said, trying to get back into her sour mood.

"But, he'll get six new years of time. Hey, I didn't ask for it. You didn't. He didn't. We never ask for anything. Life just always happens to us in the craziest ways." He wrapped his bony arm around her and turned her around.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Frisky said. This was really unlike him.

"Chance is brand new so we don't have to have a kid for six years! Crazy, huh?" He did it once. He really wanted to do it again. Frisky's laugh, her real laugh when she was incredibly happy was soo cool. Not like a big guffaw, but not microscopic. It was a nice, pleasurable laugh that tingled the sense, almost like a human's singing, but in a good way this time. A real good way, and it ended with a small snort that someone would have missed if they hadn't listened well enough.

"Six years. That sounds fine," Frisky said. "The Underground should be fully integrated by then and technology should move in. Simple impregnation. If the laws haven't changed by then."

" . . . yeah." Friends. That was good. Except, now. Sans pulled out a bottle of ketchup and chugged it down. He just figured out part of the connection they used to have. So. "Or not. Like I said before, centuries is a long time. We could probably at least try a date."

She was doing that cute thing with her eyes, darting them back and forth. Analyzing. Kind of useless.

"Having a brain fart there?"

She glowed bright red, giggled before she tried to hide it and pushed him again. "Quit that. I am trying to reason things out here."

"Oh, Pardon. Please, continue." Gaw. Ah. This was fun.

"Thank you. Okay."

"Dokay."

Her eyes lifted strangely. Half in shame, half in finding even that tiny bit funny. "Stop that."

"Huh?" Sans shrugged. "No idea what you're talking about."

"I'm. I'm trying to think."

"Which so far stinks."

"I am getting very frustrated." Frisky took several steps back. "Jokes are for when an ACT needs to involve them, or they are for others to openly start conversations. Or, to distract a conduit and make them feel better."

Got it. Got it. Got it! Sans started walking forward. That was it. That was what that weird half grin was whenever he made a joke. Her world sucked, really sucked. Flowey was right about that. Anybody could see that. A lot of humor was lost in her world. So much so that . . . she felt a little shameful about even wanting to laugh or enjoy it if it wasn't called for.

Heh. The fart was a gateway joke. And now, he was making her crack.

"What are you doing?" Frisky questioned him as she continued to walk backward.

"You're a girl who likes farts. That's incredibly rare in Monster or human. This might work."

Frisky could feel herself blushing. "I never said I liked farts."

Then something else hit him. Something that he hadn't thought about in a long, long time. It was towards the beginning of when he started to remember the resets. "In fact, you know? There was this paper I found in my room once. Just once.-" Her face. Dead Giveaway. "-and I couldn't figure out where it came from. It was hiding in my dresser, and I never understood it. Almost forgot all about it." She was looking toward her left and right, trying to escape clearly. Too late though.

He'd put it together. "It said 'Had a good time, My Legendary Fart Master'."

Yeah, he could tell. She knew she was doomed. "Friskarino, that little double-crossing-"

"Hey, so it was you?" Knew it. This . . . this whole strange marriage thing with Frisky. It was starting to get a little closer to making sense now.

" . . . I didn't put the letter in there. Um. I . . . " She sighed. "I wrote it, though."

"Come on, tell me the truth." He looped his arm around her neck. "Silly human girl. I liked that name so much I made it my-"

"I know, I know. I've been through it enough times." She could not even bear to look at him. Yet.

"Come onnnn, Frisky." Sans took his hands away from her neck. "How'd I get it? Really? I've been dying to know."

Frisky took a deep breath as she began to walk. She had no choice now. "It was a combination of things. For one, if you look at the label on your whoopie cushions closely, you'll see they are made by the Master of Disaster Co." She coughed slightly. "The first time around, things were a little different. I had met you at least five times before MTT's. Instead of pulling a Whoopie cushion at Grillby's, you did it at MTT's." She was pausing and stalling.

"Come on, I'm listening." He got closer to her. "So what happened?"

"I was in the middle of ordering a Legendary Hero but before I said hero, I sat down on your whoopie cushion. Then I just said fart lightly and read the name of the company." She couldn't help a small giggle she tried to cover up. "You repeated it and cracked up laughing, saying drop the 'of disaster' and it was perfect. Complete mix-up. Coincidental."

He was quiet. Why was he quiet? What was he doing? She turned around and felt herself getting dipped.

"Aww, you always knew my loving name, didn't you?"

No! "No."

"Yep." He pulled her back up. "You're my Faith, and I am your . . . Legendary Fart Master."

Why was he being so . . . "Sans." It was like all the troubles he'd been facing just melted off of him. Like he hadn't been through the resets. Like FRISK hadn't made him miserable time after time. "When you don't have enough problems to melt the surface of the world, you're different."

He shrugged. "Maybe? I don't like much stress. I'd rather be lazy." And that wasn't true. He still had problems. He now had a brand new babybones to take care of. He still had to train to figure out the Balancer. But, now he had a new excellent problem.

One that he was putting on himself. Forgotten timeline? Forget it, he already figured it out.

He never had to have another problem with Frisky again. He could have raised Chance with her and Papyrus and treated her like a sister. He could have. He'd never have to bother her again in more than a friend capacity. She was probably right about technology too. Even now, he could feel how much the Underground was changing. He could have a kid in the future without ever needing to touch her. Plain. Simple. All problems solved.

But. "Yeah. No."

Frisky gave him an awkwardly raised eyebrow. "What? Yeah. No. What?"

"Nnnope."

"Nope what?"

"So we work a little backwards. I guess that's okay. As long as you get to Point D, it's all that matters." He shoved his bony hands in his coats. Maybe I am a freaky little thing that never opens it's mouth to talk and has eye lights from hell to the humans. Maybe right now being a sack of bones leaves me so far off the charts she wouldn't find me anything more than a friend. But, I can see it now. Her eyes are getting clearer . . . "Centuries are still a long time to be lonely, and promises are promises."

"Wait." Her head popped up slightly. "But, that was because of the whole sex and flesh thing. Right? We're fine now? You were going to commit as a brother anyhow, so . . ."

Not. Anymore. "Come on, I know someone must be begging to hold Chance by now. Let's go home, Faith."

"Wait." Frisky gestured to herself and walked backwards as he approached her again. "I don't get what's going on."

"I like you, human."

"Well, I like you too?" Frisky said wearily.

"Nah, nah. Drop it, I really like you, human. And I don't want to live for centuries with you as a roommate."

"Ummm . . ." Married. For Chance. Figuring out the baby thing. For Chance. This. Wasn't. Making sense.

"Yeah, I get it. I read enough to know humans can't stand Monsters. I know that one, especially like me, isn't on your hot list. There's not one thing I can do to manually turn you on."

Did he have to say it like that?

"But never say never, Faith."

Okay. Missing the sweeter, shyer Sans right now because he was acting brazen and bold like . . . like when they first met. Making the first move. Always making first contact. Cruuuuud. No waaaaaayyy.

Sans didn't want her as a dutiful wife. Or as a friend. He wasn't making a most likely no-win three month deal with her.

He was after her. For a relationship. As a girlfriend. "You're kind of a Monster."

"I kind of don't care."

"It's impossible, what you're thinking you know."

"I cracked FRISK open, didn't I? I'm really good at impossible." He winked at her. "All I need to do is see a little possibility through it."

"Okay, I get it." Frisky held her hands up. "I'm married to you. You saw me naked. We had to make a baby at first and figure out a solution. We have Chance together. Lots of things have pulled us together, but?" She couldn't even breathe real well. "But now we can just be friends, there's no more need for anything more than that. Just." Yeah, he wasn't changing his mind at all. "Human and Monster don't go together like that."

"Yet."

"Sans."

"Ah, ah." He shook his bony finger at her. "Your Legendary Fart Master please."

"Hold on, hang on, you're not getting this."

"Hey, chill? Stop constantly walking backwards my little human, I'm still not going to hurt you. You know that." He held out his bony hand. "Let's go home, my Faithful Frisky?"

"Yeah. Sure." She stopped and gave him her hand. "Fine. Let's go." He wasn't taking off yet. Liar, liar. He was stroking her hand.

"You know, it's funny. I really had no idea how I was going to move on to the next step with you. And now, I don't have to do anything I don't want to at all." He took her hand and pulled her forward. "Too bad for you I want to."

She tried to pull herself back more.

"But you fidgety humans are a little tricky. I might have to be a real Monster to figure out how to get to Point D." He held her hand tighter. "But we'll get there, even with your shy friskiness. For now, let's go home, my Frisky. Our little babybones was just born after all."