"Listen kid, I don't know what you have against me," Sans said, looking at the dummy he had dressed in Asriel's clothing, "But we need to overcome this so I can propose to your mother, so please stop with what you have against me, and I'll stop overflowing the fridge with condiments, can we make a deal?"

Sans chuckled as he realized that Asriel's clothes were on his dummy instead of him, "I wonder if Asriel notices that he's walking around the house naked.. And if the kid's not naked, what would he be wearing?"

He heard a scream from the other room, "Oh brother..."

"SANS!" Asriel stormed into the guest room, "I had to have ketchup for breakfast again!"

"Not my fault," Sans said, "Papyrus was the one making breakfast, not me. So don't get saucy with me. Looks like you need to 'ketchup'."

"Ugh!" Asriel said, "I can't take your awful puns."

"Neither can Paps." Sans replied, "Oh well..."

Asriel growled, looking at his clothes on the dummy, "AND THAT'S WHERE MY CLOTHES WENT! I SHOULD'VE KNOWN IT, SANS!"

"Oh boy..." Sans said, watching Asriel storm out of the room, after violently snatching his shirt from the dummy, "This'll take some time."

Asriel huffed, and plopped down on the couch. "You know, you really do need to be nicer to Sans," Frisk said, "He's a very good guy once you get to know him."

"I don't understand... Why Sans out of all of the other monsters?" Asriel crossed his arms, "Why could've Dad tried a little harder?"

"I like Sans," Frisk replied, "He's great! I want him to be my new dad."

"He'll NEVER be my dad." Asriel said.

"Asgore will always be your dad," Frisk said, "But think of all the good things about Sans... I know he'll never be your real father, so will Mom. And c'mon ketchup isn't that bad."

"I hate ketchup!" Asriel growled.

"Always keep an open mind!" Frisk said, using his fingers to turn his adoptive brother's frown upside down, "Don't be mad, be peanut butter smooth and creamy!"

Toriel walked out of the kitchen, "Hello children..." She then noticed Frisk was trying to make Asriel smile with his fingers and sighed, "Frisk, why are you playing with Asriel's face?"

"I want him to smile," Frisk said, noticing the cat and placing it on his lap, "So I'm making him smile."

"Oh dear, you can't simply make someone smile," Toriel said, patting Frisk's back, "You need to give them genuine happiness. Why don't you go to your room while I talk with Asriel, okay?"

Frisk did as Toriel said, and walked to his room, giving Toriel and Asriel some time alone.

Toriel sighed, "Asriel, I'm worried about you... Do you mind telling me what's going on?"

"Mom, I kind of don't want Sans and Papyrus to live with us," Asriel said, "It's so much more different than when it was you, me, Dad, and Chara... I made mistakes twice as worse as Dad did, so why can't you forgive him and forgive me."

"Asriel, you father just doesn't have the same thing with me we used to have," Toriel said, "And Sans and Papyrus really love you, and Frisk feels so comfortable around them, and I think they're so sweet once you get to know them."

"How do you even know they care about me?" Asriel huffed, "Did they say that themselves?"

"That one time when you were sick, Sans kept on pacing and worrying. He never does that! Every time I came out of your room, all I heard was 'Is Asriel okay?', 'Take good care of the kiddo for me', or 'How's the kid doing?'," Toriel said, warmly, "And Papyrus made you about 100 bowls of spaghetti, I snuck outback and threw them all away, Paps has good intentions, but he can't make spaghetti."

"I still don't like em'," Asriel replied, "They're stealing your home."

"Asriel,they help around here so much more than your father did," Toriel said, "Them staying here is a right, Asgore staying here was a privilege. C'mon, Azzy, just try for me."

"Okay," Asriel sighed, "I guess I can try."

Toriel walked back into the kitchen to cook some more of her pies.