Part 4: Unwinding
Two weeks had passed, and I was no closer to synching with the Eva. Dad and the other scientists had said the problem was due to 'inconsistencies in the AT-Field merging'. They'd told me about how an Eva could use an AT-Field to defend itself, but that really didn't tell me anything about what was wrong. I still had no idea what I could do to fix it. Everybody kept insisting that it wasn't my fault, and Misato kept telling me that I wouldn't be replaced just because we hit a snag, but I really hated the constant failure.
In less depressing news, Toriel had been on the news. She'd been up giving a speech in front of the White House with the president. Apparently, the Monster Kingdom as it was formally being called would be gifted the land immediately surrounding Mt. Ebbot. That had been a day or two ago, and the people at NERV had been talking about it. They seemed really excited about the possibilities of magic. I imagined that someone from NERV would go talk to Toriel about recruiting some scientists soon. Maybe not. I could only imagine inter-species politics being a mess.
Dad and I had watched Toriel's speech together, and when she mentioned that a human child had freed them, he'd asked me what they were like. He wasn't a dumb man, he could piece 'friends from Mt. Ebbot' and 'human child at Mt. Ebbot' together and get 'Frisk knows the monsters'. I'd told him that they were nice. That was about the end of his interest. Once he knew that I'd be safe with them, he didn't need to know more.
He wasn't fantastic, but he still loved me.
I'd noticed that Toriel had specifically avoided mentioning how the barrier was broken, and what it had cost. I also noticed that there was no mention of Asgore killing the six human children before me. Probably for the best. Inter-species politics and all. The humans would start at distrustful and work from there. I couldn't say that it would be a good idea to fan the flames.
Heh. Toriel fanning flames. I'd have to make a proper pun out of that for when I saw Sans.
That was two days ago. Now, it was the weekend, and Chara had me looking up soundfonts. Apparently you could make music on your computer with them. I really wasn't paying attention, Chara was the musical genius here. I was just clicking where I was told to click. Earlier, after a bunch of questions about how computers work, they'd tried to put some of the more catchy songs that they'd come up with in the underground onto the computer, but it hadn't come out sounding right. Some quick research had said that soundfonts were the answer, so here we were.
Absently, I noted that there was a knock on the door downstairs. Dad would get it. He preferred to answer the door, and I didn't want to get in his way.
Slightly less absently, I noted that I could recognize the voice that was talking to dad. It was kinda hard not to.
"HELLO! YOU MUST BE MR. FRISK. I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS, AND THIS IS MY BROTHER SANS."
I got downstairs in enough time to hear my Dad beginning to ask how they got this address. Oops. He probably didn't want me giving that out. Best to interrupt before they continued that line of conversation.
"Papyrus! Sans!" I called out, rounding a corner. "How was D.C.?"
Standing in the doorway were two figures that had given me a bit of a shock when I first saw them. Two skeletons, one short and one tall, one wearing make-shift armor, and one whose clothes hung off of him having likely been designed for a fleshed-out human frame.
Heh. Fleshed out.
They had almost normal skulls, but Papyrus' was a bit too tall with teeth that were just a bit too large. The one big difference was the complete shadow in their eye sockets with a glowing dot to mark their pupil in each socket. The effect was super creepy if you weren't used to it.
Even creepier when one of those eyes started glowing.
"I DON'T UNDERSTAND THE HUMAN GOVERNMENT. WHY NOT JUST HAVE A KING LIKE KING TORIEL?"
"pretty sure it's queen toriel, bro." Chara put Sans' theme on. Of course.
"We used to have a king," I began to explain. "Nobody around here liked him. So we told him that he wasn't in charge here anymore."
"LIKE KING ASGORE, EXCEPT EVERYBODY LIKES HIM!"
"pretty sure there's more going on there."
"EITHER WAY. TORIEL FORMALLY REQUESTS THAT YOU VISIT. SHE MADE PIE AND EVERYTHING."
"wasn't really formal, she just kinda asked us to ask you."
"SHE'S A QUEEN NOW. EVERYTHING SHE DOES IS FORMAL."
"even when she's making snail puns?"
Papyrus took a moment to shudder. "EVEN THEN." My poor dad looked completely overwhelmed.
"Dad, can I go with them? These guys are my friends! This is Papyrus," I gestured. He posed heroically. "And this is Sans." Sans pulled a hand out of a pocket to wave. "So can I go?"
"Hold on, just one second." Damn, he'd recovered. "What I want to know is how they found out where we live." Yeah, I was paying for that one later. Dammit.
"WE WERE INFORMED BY—"
"magic," Sans interrupted. Maybe I wouldn't pay for it later. I did notice that Papyrus immediately shut up after Sans started talking. "did a good ol' 'where's my friend right now' spell. useful stuff."
"In the future, you can just call. Might as well notify me that you know where my daughter's at."
"fair enough."
"So," I began, "can I go?" He gave the skelebros another visual once-over. I didn't really blame him for that one, actually. Monsters took some getting used to.
"Be back by 6, and text me when you get there. If anything happens, call me." All reasonable, though I doubted that it'd be a long trip.
"Will do, bye!" I turned and followed the skelebros out. As soon as I heard the door shut, I pulled out my human phone and began composing the 'I'm there, don't worry about it, I don't understand magic either' text. As soon as I finished, I looked up and saw that I was nowhere even near my neighborhood. In fact, I was pretty sure that we were walking back into Ebbot. Text sent.
"so, uh, you're a girl?"
"Yeah."
"cool. never knew."
"You never asked."
"understandable."
"FRISK, I ASKED THE PEOPLE IN THE WHITE HOUSE WHAT GOES INTO HUMAN FOOD!"
I smiled. Hopefully his cooking would improve?
"And what does—"
"NOT SEQUINS AND GLITTER. THE CHEF MAN WAS VERY ADAMANT ABOUT THAT." Laughing, I found that I had to agree with Sans. Papyrus was the coolest.
"Nah, that goes to Undyne. I mean, have you seen the way she fights? And does everything else? She's a true hero."
She lived her life like she fought. As passionately as physically (and that one time not physically) possible.
"humans aren't made of magic, bro. they need not magic stuff to make their squishy meat bodies go. you know?"
"PLEASE DON'T RUIN RHYMES FOR ME."
"tibia honest, i don't really find rhymes humerus." There was an audible groan from Papyrus. Chara pushed me an idea.
"Come on Paps," I joined in. "Don't let him get under your skin."
"these puns are just gonna get worse. i can feel it in my bones."
"I'm not sure he has the guts for all these puntacular jokes."
"he never had much of a funny bone."
Have you ever seen a shit–eating grin on a skeleton? It's something else.
Several bad puns later, and Papyrus' head was in his hands. Luckily, we were at the door to Home. We were also pretty much out of puns. I had been trying to figure out something to do with Osteoporosis. It wasn't really working out.
Sans approached the door and knocked twice. Oh no.
"Who's there?" came the call from within.
"Literally hundreds of years I've been dead, and she hasn't changed a bit."
"goat."
"Goat who?"
"Best. Mom. Ever." I smiled. Hearing Chara genuinely happy was sorta a rare treat.
"i goat that kid you were looking for."
Toriel opened the door with a smile that only widened when she saw me.
"Well, then you'd better come in. I'd hate for this meal to goat to waste."
"Waste your cooking?" I knocked on the doorframe. Someday, Chara would have to pay me back for making all these puns on their behalf. "Wooden dream of it."
"Welcome back, Frisk," she said with a smile. She reached down to hug me, and as I went to return it her arms pressed against the bruises on my side. I couldn't help it, I breathed in sharply and flinched back a bit. She noticed. Pretty sure Paps noticed. Sans definitely noticed. She pulled her arms back, almost unsure what to do with them.
"I'm sorry, are you hurt? What happened?" I needed to lie to Toriel again. I hated lying to her, and the naked concern on her face wasn't making it any easier.
"No, I just fell. Still kinda sore. Don't worry about it." Out of the corner of my eye I saw Sans worrying about it. It… it was just Sans. He wouldn't pity me. I could deal with that.
The concern on Toriel's face lessened a bit, but didn't really go away.
"Well, I wanted to have a picnic outside, but now I'm not sure that's the best idea…" I needed to nip that in the bud.
"I'll be fine, a picnic sounds fun." If I kept deflecting, she might forget. Speaking of which…
SAVED
"Well, alright then. If you're sure." She turned to look at Sans and Papyrus. "If you gentlemen could go get the others?" After different affirmatives at varying levels of excitement, they left.
"Come inside and have a seat while I finish preparing." I was happy to oblige, and found one of the small chairs at the kitchen table. I sat at the one that felt more familiar. Add that to the list of things nobody ever tells you about having headmate: you get phantom feelings of familiarity that you can only attribute to the other person.
"Looks like you got her into full 'mom' mode. Side effects may include pampering and eating too much." I snorted. Chara was the voice of experience here, they had way more time being doted on by Toriel than I did.
Taking my eyes off of her bustling around, I looked around the room. I don't know what it was, but it felt just a bit more homey than it was the other times I'd been here.
"So many memories here." Chara talking about the past. Another rare treat.
"Did you know Asriel loved learning? Didn't matter what it was, he just wanted to know about it. That bookshelf there had all the books he was working through." As Chara continued to talk about Asriel's reading habits, I took a moment to soak up the present.
Between all the SAVEs and LOADs, it was so hard to just be a lot of the time. Living in the present could be hard when you knew what was happening next.
Toriel interrupted with picnic basket in hand before Chara's memories could take a turn for the melancholy.
"There we are, are you ready to go?" Standing up, I gave a quick nod. I took her hand, and we made our way back out of the mountain. The silence was comfortable, but I had no patience for it. There were questions that needed to be asked.
"So, how was D.C.?" I hadn't been expecting a proper answer from Papyrus, but I knew Toriel wouldn't sugarcoat it.
"If you're old enough to ask the question, you're old enough to hear the answer. No need to make it sound better than it is. She taught that to me."
"It was fascinating, I learned a lot. Your President was very understanding of everything."
"What do you mean by everything?"
"I told him about Asgore and his plan." Huh. I didn't expect that. Guess Toriel was more trusting than I was.
"What'd he say?"
"He said that behind closed doors, he understood the situation. He also said that if it came to his attention outside of that meeting, he would be forced to take action. He also said that if any monsters still wanted to 'destroy humanity' as it were, he would ensure that appropriate action was taken. He mentioned that he had weapons specifically meant for threats to humanity." I managed not to wince. At the very least, one of those weapons wasn't working due to pilot error. I also knew how easy it would be for humanity to wipe out the monsters if they wanted, even without the Evas. I couldn't imagine that very many of the soldiers that fought in the Impact Wars were lacking in LOVE.
"Ask about Dad please?"
"What's gonna happen to Asgore?" A shadow passed over Toriel's face.
"He has agreed to stay in the Ruins. A bit ironic that we've switched places, but neither of us feel that this new world has a place for a man who's done as he has." She looked down at me as we passed into the sunlight. "Why the sudden interest?"
"I put a lot of work into monsterkind. I wanna know what happens to everyone."
"Well, no need to waste your worry on him. How have you been Frisk?" Man, both of us were deflecting hard.
"Been alright. My Dad's been showing me his work. It's pretty boring."
"When does school start?"
"In a couple months, in August. Last time you were up above ground, there were probably seasons, so it's probably hard to tell."
"Are you calling me old?" There was a laugh implied in her voice.
"Older than me." Best not to say anything about how I knew how Boss Monsters age, and probably shouldn't share how much I knew about Asriel.
"Smart answer. Now, our picnic spot should be somewhere…" There was the familiar sound of a fish yelling in the distance, somewhere in the trees surrounding the mountain.
"I think it's that way," I said, pointing in the direction of the scattering birds. A short walk later, we came upon a strange sight.
In the middle of the forest, my friends were gathered. Sans and Alphys were standing, but Undyne and Papyrus were lying on the ground facing each other, hands clasped. Ah, they were arm wrestling. They were in the middle with neither side having any clear advantage, but Papyrus seemed to be struggling.
"Paps, dude, we haven't even started yet." I giggled.
"THESE ARE JUST… PRACTICE SHAKES. GOTTA GET THEM ALL OUT EARLY."
"Bet you that Undyne'll win." I wasn't taking that bet. Paps had strong magic, but I'd seen Undyne suplex a boulder for fun.
"alright, winner of this gets to be arm wrestling champion for eternity +1." I gave Sans a curious look. Seems like he was the only one to notice that I'd arrived. "since the table broke on the wrestling championship for eternity. on your mark, get set, wrestle." As soon as Sans said that, Undyne picked Papyrus up by the arm and bodily slammed him into the ground with a mighty yell. "both contestants disqualified for their elbows leaving the ground." With a laugh, I set about reattaching Papyrus' head to his body. Undyne got to him first.
"PLEASE DON'T NOOGIE THE SKELETON," he cried in vain. I helped his body stand up. After a moment of noogying, she dunked his head back onto his body. Papyrus took the time to turn his head the right way around as Undyne actually noticed me.
"Frisk!" After receiving a quick noogie of my own, Undyne let me go. I flashed her a huge smile, in no small part due to Chara's influence.
"How was D.C.?" It was a good question, and broke the ice pretty well. There was no shame in asking everybody who went.
"Great! While Toriel was talking with the head honchos, some uniformed guys asked Papyrus and I to show off! They never knew what hit them. Not that we actually hit them. We were pretty explicitly banned from that, actually." A beat. "Did you know most humans don't fight to get to know each other? Crazy, right?" I just nodded along.
"How about you Alphys?" I knew for a fact that she wouldn't speak up about it unless I specifically asked her.
"Well, uh, there were a couple of scientists that came in and started asking me questions, it was kinda cool. One of them really wanted to know about SOUL magic. He got… pretty intense about it."
"Lunch!" With that call, all attention was focused on Toriel. It seemed like she had set up the picnic blanket while we were messing around. I didn't need Chara's assurance that she was the best mom to feel the sentiment. I did have to remind myself that she wasn't my mom.
Lunch passed with no small amount of conversation, puns, and puns that looked like conversation. It was nice to see so many smiles. It was great to feel so loved. After everyone was done eating, Toriel cleared her throat. Conversation stopped.
"Mom mode over. It's Queen mode time."
"Sorry everyone, but this wasn't just an opportunity to have fun with Frisk. As it stands, I am the Queen, and as such have to handle some Queenly Business. First off, Undyne, I am disbanding the Royal Guard. We have been granted this small chunk of land as an independent nation due to the unique situation we have, but part of the agreement is that we demilitarize. What that means is that we are not allowed to have any person whose job is specifically to fight. The Royal Guards primary duties were to kill humans first and act as pillars of the community second. As you can imagine, the humans take issue with this. In the Guard's stead, I will be instating the Royal Police Force. Their role will be to enforce the laws of the land. Underground, we could count on people to follow an informal set of agreements and to follow what Asgore and I asked.. In a human-ruled world, this may not be enough. I will be drafting a formal set of laws, and it will be the Royal Police's job to enforce them. I will make the formal announcement soon."
"Understood." Undyne in professional mode was something else entirely. Jaw set, eyes focused, shoulders back. I'd only ever seen her like this once. Not a happy memory. Trying not to think about it, I suppressed a shudder.
"Next, Alphys." The monster in question perked up at the attention. "As Royal Scientist, you performed experiments that many would consider unethical. I will attribute this to King Asgore not wanting to burden his own conscience with what it cost should your efforts have bore fruit. You will not face the consequences for his foolishness. That being said, I will be getting rid of the position of Royal Scientist, but have a different request for you."
"Y-yes, ma'am?" Alphys' claws were shaking. She tried to hide her nervous swallow to limited success.
"There are things that humans know that we don't, and things that we know that they don't. I would like you to begin bridging that gap by instructing local experts on what we know about the SOUL. Specifically, the human SOUL. The men I spoke to were very interested in the monster perspective on what they called 'Metaphysical Biology'. As I gather, this is the biology of the soul. It would go a long way to earn monsters goodwill. I feel that you are uniquely suited to this task. Am I incorrect?"
"N-no, I can do that."
"Keep in mind that this is a request, not an order. Do as you please." Toriel took her attention off of Alphys, much to Alphys' relief, and began to address all of us. "We have an uphill battle ahead of us. There will likely be monsters who resent humans to some degree for trapping us underground. I will be doing several things to lessen the impact of this. First, I will be giving Frisk full citizenship should they—"
"she," Sans interrupted.
"Sorry?"
"Kid's a she."
"Ah, humans are biologically based, aren't they? My bad, Frisk, I should've asked. As I was saying, I will be giving Frisk full citizenship should she want it." I nodded. That sounded fantastic. "Good, that will help. If the human savior of monsters is a citizen, it should show support for integration. Second, part of the Royal Police's duties will include stopping monsters from fighting humans. Many monsters fight as a way of expressing themselves and introduction. In the human world, fighting like this is a crime. Avoiding a diplomatic incident because a monster was too friendly would be ideal. I would ask that all of you help in this goal." A series of nods and murmurs of assent arose. "Good. Frisk, I would also like to award you the 'Savior of Monsterkind' award. It's an award that Asgore and I came up with a long time ago. It has only ever been awarded posthumously to one monster for holding the line while everyone else fled underground. It's an honor that I feel you deserve. Will you accept it?"
I didn't want to. I really didn't want to. She was wrong, I didn't deserve it. But seeing the undisguised hope on Toriel's face…
"Yeah, I can do that."
"Fantastic. Frisk, you may yet be able to save monsterkind again without lifting a finger. Now, unless anybody had any other business, I think there was a pie that needed to be eaten."
Nobody had anything. Noting that, Toriel pulled a pie of intimidating size out of the basket. There had to be a pocket dimension in there for everything to fit. Dismissing it, I resolved to enjoy the evening.
Eventually, the time came that I had to go. Getting Sans to stand up was an effort and a half, but eventually I got him going. As we started walking in what was bound to be the wrong direction, I asked a question that had been on my mind for a while.
"How do your shortcuts work, anyway?"
"you remember that ambient magic floating around that i told you about?"
"Yeah?"
"well, every place kind of has its own distinct signature in that magic. it bounces off the walls in a specific way or whatever." I nodded, following. "if you gradually twist the ambient magic of the area around you as you move to look like the place you want to be, it'll cause an imbalance. reality really hates when things aren't balanced. in order to fix it, it'll kinda tunnel you to where you want to be. ideally, it's done by a computer so you don't mess it up. close second is a really smart guy with a photographic memory that can't be bothered to actually walk places."
I snorted. Made perfect sense for Sans.
"So the direction you're walking doesn't matter?"
"not really." Huh. Neat.
An awkward silence fell between us until I remembered something.
"I've got some LOADs to tell you about. Probably couldn't feel them, what with you not being in the area."
"alright, what do you got?"
"Can you keep a secret?" That earned a full-bodied laugh from the skeleton.
"yeah kid, i can keep a secret." He moved to wipe away an imaginary tear. Must've been really funny for some reason.
"Promise?" I stopped and held out my pinky. His face went rigid.
"frisk…"
"It's important." He let out a sigh.
"fine." He wrapped his pinky around mine. "pinky promise." I brought my hand down.
"That place my dad works, NERV? They're responsible for building giant robots. Apparently there's gonna be some giant things that they call Angels that are gonna attack and try to kill everybody. I was chosen as a pilot."
"okay."
"And in order to pilot the robot, you need to synch something called an AT-Field with the robots. And mine keeps screwing up so I can't move the robot. I've been LOADing so that I can try again and again."
"so what happens if you can't synch at all?"
"They find somebody else to pilot."
"so, say you can't synch up with this robot and somebody else has to pilot. what's wrong with that?"
"You can feel everything that the robot feels when you're in there and synched right. I don't want to put anyone else up to that. Besides, what if that other kid died? That'd be my fault! I basically can't die, it has to be me!"
"first off, undyne would love this. giant robots and all."
"Sans!"
"second, look, how can i help?"
"I don't know! All I know is that whatever my AT-Field is isn't doing what it's supposed to!"
"i'll see what i can do." He put his hand on my shoulder. I managed not to flinch, but Sans must have seen something in my eyes, because he pulled it back. "i need you to answer something for me first."
"What?"
"i need you to tell me where you got those bruises you were talking about earlier. if you'd fallen that badly, you'd just LOAD."
"I…"
"can't help you if you're not honest with me." At my silence, he continued. "why didn't you want to go home frisk? it wasn't just the nerv thing, was it." It was phrased like a question, but we both knew it wasn't. "frisk, mind taking off that sweater of yours? it kinda covers everything. must make it really hot out here, perpetual springtime and all"
"...It's not his fault, he loves me. He just gets mad sometimes."
"he tell you that himself?" I didn't have an answer for that one.
"Please… just drop it."
"i'll drop it, but you gotta promise me something."
"What?"
"here in a day or two, i'll need to borrow a LOAD. maybe two. would you mind doing that for me?"
"I can do that, just drop it. Please."
"consider it dropped." He started walking. I followed. Neither of us were really in the mood to talk.
"see you soon, kid. stay safe." We were home. "make sure to text. queeny worries about you, you know."
"...I'll do that. Bye sans."
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He'd known something was wrong. It was obvious something was wrong. Most kids didn't commit racial genocide then feel guilty. Actually, most kids didn't kill period, let alone enough to merit him stepping in. This though? There wasn't a whole lot that could get Sans' metaphorical blood boiling anymore. Ever since he'd lost Gaster and the team he'd worked with to the thing in the center of the CORE, he'd had a hard time managing anything but a tired apathy. Realizing that Frisk was being assaulted by a father that she thought loved her?
Why, that was enough to get him to get up and do something about it.
The only reason that Sans had actually taken Frisk to her house was the political implications. Daughter of what he could only imagine was some big government scientist goes missing? People are gonna notice. People find out that the monsters 'kidnapped' her? That was certainly one way to find himself in a new cycle.
He really needed to sort out his feelings towards the kid. He'd known her as the quiet shy kid who wouldn't hurt a fly and only wanted to help right up until he'd judged her. 0 LV. At that moment, he'd felt an absolutely massive shift. He'd known she was the anomaly, but there was only one thing that Sans knew of that would cause that many deaths in the judgement hall.
Him.
That judgement hall was sacred ground. No other monster would dare fight there. The Royal Judge's job was to be judge, jury, and executioner of any human who fell. It wasn't a position recognized by Asgore, but after the death of the prince, a bunch of the stronger monsters got together and decided to make it so that Asgore wouldn't get any blood on his hands that didn't need to be. The old man Gerson was the first Judge, and he'd passed it off to someone else eventually. Sans was just the last in a long line. The judge before him had gathered the sixth soul; he'd never even seen a human before Frisk.
Despite that, he'd still promised to protect the kid. And there was really only one reason that he'd step in to do his job after he'd made that promise. Then when he'd felt the jolt at the cliffside, he got even more uncertain. Either way, he wasn't gonna let a child holding the continuity of space-time in her hands be battered by an emotionally distant father. That just sounded like a bad time.
Long story short, Sans was dealing with a physically and emotionally abused kid with time powers that had used them to replay what were likely the best memories of her life and had at some point committed genocide. Not an easy case. He couldn't outright kill the father. Sure, magic didn't leave any physical wounds, but it was easy to tell when someone had been killed by magic if you knew where to look. Alphys was gonna make sure that the humans knew where to look soon enough.
He'd done some looking. The way this country handled justice was convoluted, but made certain kind of sense if you assumed that every single person was a potential criminal. He wasn't human. Maybe every single person was a potential criminal. Sans certainly wasn't the expert. What he had figured out is that he couldn't just set up cameras in the house and have the law take it seriously. There was this precedent called the 'Reasonable Expectation of Privacy'. He understood it, but that didn't make it less annoying. Sans was going to have to do some research.
No matter what he did, it was gonna affect Frisk in some way. She'd need a support group afterwards, and he wasn't any good at that.
Sans knocked on the door. Bets were, she was still awake. After a moment, the door opened.
"hey queeny, we need to talk."
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A/N:This ended up longer than I thought it would. I hope I managed to capture the difference between Sans and Frisk's voices.
Since I probably won't get into it in-story: Genders! Monsters have a far different sense of gender than humans. For humans, our 'default' comes from our biological sex and we develop from there. For monsters, they don't have a biological sex. Their bodies are made of magic. They don't have biology, period. The way I'm running it here is that monsters are not assigned gender from 'birth' (how monster birth works will be a subject for later) because there'd be literally no way to do that. At some point as they mature, they figure out if they're a girl or a boy or neither or whatever. (They got the base ideas of gender from observing humans and modified from there) They then correct people much in the way that Sans did here. In this story, the reason Frisk is 'they' up until now is because nobody ever asked because nobody in this monster society would ever think to ask. They don't know enough about humans to identify on sight, and most of them would be weirded out by the idea of kids having a gender from birth. In monster eyes, Frisk probably wouldn't be old enough to have decided on a gender, so why ask? In their society, if the subject of discussion has a preference they'll notify you.
I decided on Frisk being female because it's easier for me to identify with and write for. It also gets rid of the inevitable drama that having a 'nonstandard' gender would cause. I like to think that I will have enough story without falling back onto that. Hope that all makes sense.