Into The Surface!

Into The Surface! is one of the TPC's many private roleplaying series, exclusively displayed only for the core and star members of the TPC's eyes only.

The story is Multiverse-based, and follows after young little Frisk frees all monsters from the Underground. She lives with her duncles (dad-uncles); the skeleton brothers, and together, goes through many adventures throughout their life on the Surface. But as they wandered further, their journey leads them to the discovery of multiverses and alternate universes, meeting their alternate selves.

I couldn't tell you much about ITS! since it's exclusive TPC content. This means, outside readers are off-limits with stories like this. Like you, pinksterz.💕

Now, this? I got permission from the core organization to exclusively display some Frans scenarios found lurking in ITS!, for one condition; lock this chapter as a seven-key-holed Level 4! None, I mean, none of the chapters here in Why Not? can achieve this level, that explains why this private chapter is highly valued to the members of the TPC. (edited: ya know what? We decided to unlock this anyway, since I've made a book about ITS! :P)

This chapter shows sneak peeks on the Frans scenarios located in the latest episode of Into The Surface! The episode, entitled 'First Soiree', is about the first Prom Night of the Frisks' Multiverse school; Underversal High, and how the Sanses dealed with their Frisks.

⚠Please be warned that the chapter, and the whole series, contains Multiversal ships, for example, this AU's Sans is shipped to that AU's Frisk or that AU's character, got that? I'm warning you in case you ain't comfortable with shipping Multiversally.

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Classic!Frisk x Classic!Sans

(Frisk is a teenager in this episode. And Spoiler Alert! The Classic Frans ship is one-sidedly canon. Guess who's suffering in a one-sided love triangle?)

"Duncle Sans!" The brunette cried, happily prancing towards the skeleton, whose expression was that of irritation and annoyance at the current tv show playing in the television. A Mettaton show, that's for sure.

He jerked his skull to face the girl, beaming brightly at her presence, "what's with ya, kiddo?"

"Oh, you know..." she shyly paused, twirling a strand of her soft chocolate brown hair as she nervously announced, "Professor Ink invited all of us to our school's first ball night! Which means..."

Sans eye sockets widened, his crystal white pinpricks shrinking at the mention of such a gathering. He wasn't that type of a person, who's all for big fancy parties. So no surprise at all, he flailed his hands about, leaning back at the couch in a casual manner.

"nope, sorry. nu-uh, ya ain't draggin' me to any prom, nor would ya try to dress me up in some stupid flashy suit. i'm staying right here, and that's that." He argued in defense, refusing to leave the couch.

Frisk could only sigh, "I knew you'd say that. I've already told Duncle Papyrus, and he agreed, tagging Mettaton along wi--"

"aaand, that's another reason i can't come! i don't wanna sit around, watching my brother dance with his fricking tin-headed fiancé." He shrugged, ready to hit the sack once more, "i mean, i ain't stoppin' ya. ya can go if ya want. but ya had to count me out of it."

"But I want you to go with me! Every Frisk will have a Sans with them, and I don't want to be the only one who doesn't have a partner at the dance." She pouted sadly, sensing her hopes and dreams of spending time with her cru-- I mean, duncle, slowly crumbling bit by bit.

The skeleton opened an eye socket to peek at his disheartened daniece (daughter-niece). He immediately felt pitiful and guilty for her, so he groaned in exasperation.

"ok, fine!" He exclaimed in defeat, making the human smirk mischievously under her gaze, "i'll go with ya, only to accompany ya. ya happy now?"

"Yay! Thanks, Sans!" Overjoyed with victory, she threw her arms around him in a grateful embrace, causing for them to fall slightly back at the couch.

"now don't get too excited, kid. i'll just be lounging around." He chuckled, patting her hair.

"Oh." She sighed, "I'm already too excited."

Classic!Sans x Ragnar!Frisk x Ragnar!Sans

(Ahem... Never expected that ship to exist in your whole life? Well believe it or not, I, the director of ITS! seemed to have different plans for Classic, sorry.)

Well, seems like Papyrus didn't notice him slipping on his blue hoodie, as he peeked once more from under the table he was hiding in. But just to be sure, he sneakily crawled from table to table, anywhere away from the Classics' corner.

He was headed towards the Guardians of the AUs' table, which was really far from where he is right now. Even now, he didn't know where he was headed, but was mentally hoping he'll end up under his Sans friends' table.

But as he journeyed under layers of powder blue-clothed wooden-legged platforms, he couldn't keep himself from accidentally stepping and holding different people's shoes, hems, heels, and feet. He even managed to escape the Underswap's table, after unintentionally stepping on their genocidal Swap!Frisk's gown, who tried to kick whoever was underneath their table.

"Someone's asking for a death wish!?!" That's what she screamed, clearly addressed to the clumsy Classic.

He sighed in relief for arriving at the next table safely, but unfortunately for him, he coincidentally landed his phalange on a certain red heel-covered foot, its owner above, letting out a yelp from the touch.

Instantly, he felt someone tugged the hood of his jacket, pulling him up, dangled in the air, until he met face-to-face with a furious G in front of him. Turns out, Classic unintendedly held Echo!Frisk's foot, which obviously made the tall skeleton very angry.

"Oh, Classic. So you're the wise guy who messed up with my girl?!" He growled, his golden pinpricks igniting threateningly.

"G, don't. He didn't mean to." His Frisk tried to calm her Sans down, but to no avail, G was still greatly pissed by now.

"y-yeah, G, b-buddy ol' pal! that was just an accident, i swear." Sans gulped, sweatdropping under the slender skeleton's intense glare.

"Heh. Then consider this one as an accident, my friend." He smirked darkly, preparing to land a fist to the short skeleton's sorry skull. Thank goodness someone stopped him from doing so, for Classic was blanketed by a blue aura, pulling him behind one of the Sanses through the use of telekinesis.

"Whoops, I guess I accidentally pulled a leg on him?" Classic's savior smirked, a flowing red cape draped on his gray-suited build, "Why don't ya pick on someone yer own size, G?"

"Who? Like you?" G snorted at the Sans smugly.

"No. I was thinking of maybe... one of them!" He cried, pointing at the table of Echofell, which the tall skeleton questionably followed, as the two grabbed this opportunity to escape.

"thanks for saving me back there, ragnar." Classic breathed, grinning widely at his friend.

"Nah, that was nothin'. But what were ya doin' down there?" Ragnar!Sans asked, confused.

"i was hoping to be off to my pals' corner."

"Ya mean Ink and the others? Why, their table's over there." He gestured to the farthest side of the room, which in turn, earned a groan of exhaustion from the skeleton beside him.

"seriously? i did all that for nothin'?"

"Well ya can just teleport there."

"i can't. they restricted my powers the moment we arrived."

"Sucks to be ya then." The red-caped knight chuckled, grateful he uses sorcery for magic, not inborn powers.

Sans could only roll his pinpricks in retort, "i thought ya'd be with your frisk?"

"My Frisk?" he sighed, setting his gaze on the sea of humans and monsters.

"oh." Classic said, understanding his point, "your asriel is also here."

"Yeah."

"but that's okay! just because that goat's here, doesn't mean ya can't go near her."

"I can't go near her. She's... mad at me, thinking I sided with Gaster and Chara. She'll never listen to me (Aah! Spoiler Alert from one of the latest chapter of Ragnartale, sorry!)." Ragnar frowned, his light drowning out of him.

"ragnar, ya may have been, i don't know, not in good terms in your au's story, but ya know she's still with ya in the outside. ya know the multiverses together, and of course she'll believe ya."

"I think, ya got a point there, Classic."

"i know! so go out there, and talk to her." He urged, filling the knight with lots of determination.

"I will! Thanks, Sans." said Ragnar, heading the opposite direction.

And I, on the other hand, will be on my way. He thought, turning on his heel, only to realize that this wasn't his lucky day, for he unnoticed a plate of spaghetti on the floor, which he stepped on, causing for him to slip and slide across the room, the said pasta as his sled.

Zooming past Sanses and Frisks of various kinds, he tried to avoid colliding with anyone, praying silently for his 1-hp life. So far so good, no one is hurt, but to his dismay, he crashed on one of the Frisks, making him and her fall fast on the ground.

As he came to his senses, he glanced up to see Ink, and everyone, staring at him with eyes widening.

At least I arrived; That's the fastest way to travel then. He sighed, chuckling, but as he landed his gaze back down, he couldn't prevent a blue tint from escaping either side of his ivory visage.

The reason everyone at the prom hushed silent to stare weirdly at him with astonished looks, is that he was on top a certain Frisk he wanted so hard to avoid, to control his feels with; Ragnar!Frisk.

The mid-back length chocolate brown-haired princess, whose locks tied up to an elegant bun adorned with various accessories, and dressed in an off-shoulder crystal-laced ball gown, has her hazel brown eyes stared back under his, both fairly pale-toned cheeks flushed in a pink shade.

"so... i guess I fell hard for ya then." He bluntly blurted, as he chuckled nervously. He quickly stood up, and held out his phalange for her to reach, which she gladly accepted.

"Y-yeah, 'guess you did." She nervously laughed with a sigh, looking anywhere but him.

As soon as he watched his red-caped friend approach, he couldn't help but stutter painly, "o-oh, look! ragnar's got somethin' to say. gotta go now! n-nice meetin' ya here, frisk." As much as it hurts for him to say that, he didn't want to betray Ragnar!Sans' trust; he values his friendship more than how he values the other Guardian Sanses. And away he ran to sit beside Ink and the others, whose gazes did not leave Classic.

"Sans?" Ragnar!Frisk called out, "You have something to say?" She asked.

"Me? Well-I... I just wanted to ask if," he nervously stammered, "If I still have the chance to get the honor of a dance with ya, my princess?"

"It would be my pleasure." She unexpectedly grinned, surprising the skeleton, but he did not question her change of mood.

"Thank you." He beamed.

"No pressure." She shrugged, holding his arm, "I just recently discovered that Asriel isn't really much of a dancer. And I... missed dancing with you, like the old times." She admitted, flashing him a bashful smile.

"Same here, m'lady."

Dust!Sans x After!Frisk x After!Sans

(Whose idea was it to unexpectedly form a love triangle ship between Murder, Geno, and his Frisk?!! Your awfully fangurling author over here!😉)

"Geno, it's now or never! Go talk to her." Inky urged, exerting force on the red-scarfed, gash-adorned white-suited skeleton beside him, who cowered further on his seat.

"i can't! i don't want to! she'll probably reject me for all i care!" He whimpered, hiding his skull deeper down his scarf.

"My bruh! Now's not the time to be too excited. Now's the time ya must skeleton up, ask yer bruh to dance, and everyone will be bruhs!" Epic concluded, helping his ink-stained friend in pushing him further.

"no, no, no! it's not like i don't want to. i'm just... not ready to man up yet." Geno sighed.

"Come on, everyone knows how you two felt for each other. There's no reason to be afraid, and besides, I know for sure that your Frisk felt the same way." The brown-scarfed skeleton reassured, "Buut... I'm not sure if you feel the same, I mean, you tried to kill her once."

"i do love her! and the plot to kill her, that was all in the past, please don't bring that one up again." He frowned.

"uh, guys? i hate to break it up to ya, but we got a murderous predator situation on the loose." Classic warned, his friends following his gaze, which was set on a particular once-crazed skeleton.

He was sitting along with Error and his friends, listening casually on what they were chatting about, when his pinpricks suddenly wandered across the room, setting a soft gentle look on After!Frisk, who was seated two tables away from them, together with Classic!Frisk and Swap!Frisk. He excused himself from the others, stood up, grabbed two glasses of champagne, and casually headed towards the Frisks' corner.

"hey there, girls. enjoying the party?" Murder grinned mischievously, directly addressing at After!Frisk, as he handed her one of the drinks he held, which in turn, she giddily accepted.

"Oh, hi Murder!" She smiled ever so brightly, enough to dazzle Dusttale's genocidal skeleton, "Haven't seen you in a long time."

"ya to. i really missed talking to ya." He returned the smile, matching her own.

Ever since the whole 'paralysis problem' every AU had been dealing with a few years back, she and the skeleton grew to be close friends, which Geno did not really seem too excited about. (I know you guys don't understand this, but I'll just say something in the next author's note below!) So close, to the point Murder developed lingering feelings for the once depressed, now an active girl.

"Gack! This guy again." Swap!Frisk rudely spat, clearly disagreeing with his arrival. The skeleton just glared venomously at her, which she returned in a similar icy one. He couldn't stand seeing this Frisk reminded him of his Frisk back in Dusttale.

Classic!Frisk on the other hand, sat silently, not caring of the developing tension, as she stared enviously at the other Frisks dancing with their own Sanses. Secretly, she was hoping to be one of them.

"THERE YOU ARE HUMAN!" a voice boomed, its owner dashing straight towards the grumpy brunette, tugging her arm with his cyan-gloved hand. She growled, her red ruby eyes flickering dangerously at the small skeleton who held her captive in his arms.

"I'VE BEEN LOOKING EVERYWHERE FOR YOU. WE'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DANCING TOGETHER!" he happily announced, and as she was about to yell back a nasty retort, he carried her away, swiftly running towards the dance floor.

"nice seeing a lot of people on the dance floor." Murder smirked before winking at After!Frisk deviously, "wanna join them?"

"Sure!" She chirped cheerfully, excitedly slipping her arm around his, "Sounds so fun!"

Meanwhile, back at the Guardian Sanses' table, we see Geno, his skull hung low as if he lost from gambling too much. He was down in the dumps.

"I told you, you should've asked her right away." Ink frowned, patting his back in comfort.

"Geno!" Someone called out from Error's side of the table. He was a skeleton in a black and indigo suit, a silver crown adorning his ivory skull. It was Nightmare.

"That sucked!" He cackled, giving his friends a high-five. They all laughed mockingly at Geno's loss, making him hide under his scarf even more.

why, those no good bullies. Classic thought, sending each one of them a glare, which they 'good-manneredly' ignored.

Error!Sans x Core!Frisk

Classic grew bored out of his mind, and so decided to step out of the venue, only to catch up with Error, who was outside, staring at the moonlit starry sky. Sans wondered why his black other self was here, so he stood beside him.

"Frisk is a treasure." Error suddenly muttered, catching the skeleton off guard, "You know, it's kinda rude to just come here, and let your presence be the one doing your job of accompanying Frisk."

"what?"

"I meant your Frisk." he suddenly sounded serious, "As human, they had the potential to live and die. One moment, they might even lose the ability to reset. As Sanses, we are there to guide them, and be there for them, so you're just going to leave her be?"

"I-"

"All our Frisks started with yours. Your Frisk had been helping you out on different occasions, corrects their wrongs, and listens to you. When will you realize how precious she is, and that she'll eventually disappear out of your sight?"

"..." Classic was speechless, and couldn't stop a tight pang of guilt rush throughout his entire body, "i guess ya're right. i've been a bad duncle for leaving her."

"Then go."

"alright, i will..." as he was about to go back in, however, he then noticed how dark Error sounded. He was sad, Sans could sense that, "are ya alright?"

"No!" when the glitched out Sans realized what he just said, he blushed yellow for a bit, "I mean yes! I mean-" he frowned, exhaling in exasperation.

"come to think of it, i saw ya were about to ask core for a dance, but ink beat ya to it. was that the problem?" Classic slightly chuckled, much to Error's embarassment.

"don't worry, pal." he winked, "i know how to solve that. luckily, ya're already in the right place to!"

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"I wonder where Error went." said Ink as they finished their dance, noticing his best friend's absence.

"I think I saw him go out earlier." Core pointed out nonchalantly, like she always do. It's kinda hard to tell whatever her expression was since she always kept on a straight face, as well as an inmotive voice.

After awhile, Classic arrives a bit breathless. "sorry to break it up to ya, guys, but error needs ya core!" he cried, trying his best to act panicked.

Nice one, Error. Ink thought with a chuckle, Didn't expect you to do that trick.

"Go check him out, Core." urged Inky, "I'll have to supervise the event."

"Yes, Ink." she obliged, heading out to where her friend was. As soon as she arrived to that particular spot, her soulless, but not heartless gaze landed on Error, who seemed to be waiting for her whilst staring at the stars.

"Error?" she called out in her monotone voice. He did not answer, however, as he remained silent, he began walking towards her.

"Error?" without second thought, he took her hands in his, and started waltzing with her, much to her confusion, but nevertheless, danced with him.

She was still confused, "Error?" Core calling out his name only encouraged him to dance ever so gracefully, while ignoring the fact that he had a yellow fluster on both of his cheeks.

"E-"

"Keep saying that," he muttered, leaning to whisper in her ear, "and you're only making yourself even enjoyable to dance with."

With that, it's as if one of her feelings started to reciprocate back to life, her soul pounding loudly, and her cheeks all bloomed with a grey hue, as she looked down shyly. "Th-thanks." her voice stammered, it's like if she was about to malfunction any moment now.