Prologue
Fisk, weak from fighting, spared Asgore one final time before he complied. "….I can't do it…." Asgore uttered, silent breaths escaping his lips. "I can't kill you…."
Frisk nodded in response as they gingerly stood up, holding one arm to their bleeding side. "…I….can't either…." They held their hand out to Asgore, and he stared at it before finally taking it. Soon after, Toriel ran into the room, frightened as she say the wounds on Frisk's body.
"FRISK!" she shouted, lunging at them and taking them gently into her arms. Tears began to fall. "….how….how could you…. How could you hurt them like this!?" before she could drill him any further, Asgore had gone. He ran from the room as soon as Toriel came in. this is when Frisk fainted.
Soon, they woke up, in a hospital bed, surrounded by all their friends. "hey, kid…" Sans spoke.
"we thought we lost ya…" Undyne said, trying to keep her composure.
"I knew you'd come through! You're the great pa-…..in mean…. You-you're Frisk…. You can do anything…." Papyrus smiled, patting Frisk's head.
"….guys…. what happened?" Frisk managed through rough breaths. "where…..where's mom…?" Frisk decided to call Toriel mom from the beginning, and this just came natural to them. "I….m-mean Toriel…."
Sans smiled at them. "she went to find Asgore…. Said he had some bad wounds, too, and…..you'd want him to be ok….despite her hatred for him…." This made Frisk smile. "but….I have bad news, kid…. The barrier is still up… you can't go home…. I'm sorry….you'll have to stay here with us..."
Frisk smiled a little. That was okay with them. They figured that as soon as Alphys told them they needed to kill Asgore to leave. They had time to grieve, but now they're fine.
And so, they recovered from their wounds, and went home to live with Toriel in the ruins. their new mom. Their new family. They were fine with this.
four years later….
Chapter 1: the contestWowie! A letter! Thought Papyrus as he looked into his mailbox. There was a single letter sitting inside the dusty, cobweb coated box. The first in a while, this was a big deal to Papyrus. He took it out slowly, trying to build up the suspense for himself. Judging by the pink glitter fluttering off the envelope as he pulled it out, coating the interior of his mailbox, he knew exactly what it was. "This is it!" Papyrus practically screamed with joy, jumping up and down as he hugged the letter, rubbing the glitter off unintentionally onto his "battle body" chest plate. "Oh joy, oh joy!" papyrus took the letter into his house, immediately screaming for Sans as he slammed the door. "SANS COME QUICK!" he practically fell onto the couch as he quickly opened the letter.
Sans wasn't home, though. He was visiting Toriel in the ruins. Tori decided to stay there, even though she didn't have to anymore. It was her home, after all. She liked it there. Only thing different is, she could come and go as she pleased, and others could come and go, too. Sans was mostly the only one who visited her, other than Papyrus and a few of their friends and Frisk's friends from school. Now that Sans and Tori were dating, Sans had a good excuse to spend almost all his time there. Frisk even started to call him dad, too. It was very weird, at first, but it grew on him. Daddy Sans. He liked it. Frisk even made him a plaque in art class that said, "best skele-dad ever" Sans appreciated the attempt at a pun, but if they were going to be his and Tori's child, the two pun masters of the underground next to the snowdrake family, they need to work on it a little more. Of course, he never told them it was a sub-par pun. I mean, they are only 12. He loved it, though. He loved it with all his heart. It was his child's creation, and it was his favorite possession. It proudly holds a place above the television in his and Uncle Pap's home.
Sans was busy snuggling up with Tori on her bed, giggling over a joke book they found in the dump when Sans head began to ring. SANS COME QUICK! Papyrus's voice echoed in his head and he shot out of bed, eye glowing bright blue.
Tori sat up, worried as she watched sans throw on his shirt and coat. "…Sans….darling, are you alright?"
"Papyrus…." Is all he said as he headed for the door.
"P….Papyrus what!? Wait!" she said, but it was too late. Sans was fleeing for his short cut back home. He made in in 2 seconds flat. It was certainly a short cut. When he entered the house, Papyrus was sat on the couch, just getting to the letter inside the envelope.
"ah! Sans! There you are! You are just in time to witness me open my WINNING letter!"
Sans almost wanted to slap him. His stern expression slouched into annoyance. "really? You sounded like you were in distress! Don't yell for me like that!"
Papyrus narrowed his eyebrows. "s-sorry, brother…. But…..will you still stay to witness my winning letter?" he asked in a sad voice, one that Sans could never refuse. His baby brother had him wrapped around his finger.
Sans sighed, flopping onto the couch. "sure, dude…. Is it the contest? The one where you get to meet Mettaton?"
Papyrus' head almost fell off, he was nodding so hard. "yes! And I am the winner! I can feel it!" Sans game a worried smile and watched, preparing to console his brother if on the chance it was a 'we're sorry you didn't win' letter. Although, there was a good chance he can win. He entered 30 times. But there were a lot of entries, so it was very slim. A thought came to his mind as Papyrus began to unfold the letter.
"is…isn't Undyne's girlfriend friends with him? Why don't you just ask her to introduce you two?"
"that is not the point!" Papyrus said, sort of offended, as if Sans should have known. "I want to win! I want to be important! And popular!" his eyes seemed to sparkle as he spoke, and Sans just awkwardly scratched his cheek.
"the fan girls would rip you to peices if you win, bro…"
"whatever! I'm opening it!" Papyrus flipped the page over quickly, beginning to read the sparkly letter "congratulations!"he gasped loudly, placing his hands to his cheeks, dropping the letter and letting it flutter to the ground in a pool of sparkles. "I won! I knew it I knew it!"
Sans was….actually shocked, but he wanted to see what else was on the letter. As Papyrus ran around the house, dancing and singing the "popular" song from Wicked (Alphys found an old CD of someone taping the live musical in the dump just last week. It's the movie they watched last night for "Friday movie night"), Sans picked up the letter, reading the rest out loud. "congratulations, Mr. Bones. You are now in the final three for the contest." This made Papyrus stop in his tracks.
"….eh?"
Sans sighed and continued reading. "stay tuned tomorrow night at 8. At the end of Cooking With Mettaton, he will begin the winner announcement. If your name is called, please stay by your phone. We will call you and ask for your address so we may be able to pick you up from your home and take you to your destination. Thank you, gorgeous viewer, for entering the Dating with Mettaton sweepstakes." Sans looked up from the letter to find a sad Papyrus. "heeeyyy…." Sans said, getting up from the couch and patting his back. "Pap, come on. Look! You….you still have a good chance! An AMAZING chance, actually! Just keep your chin up, buddy, okay?"
Papyrus, although pouting, nodding slightly. "y-yeah….. okay…." Sans smiled.
"good! Now, I'm staying at Tori's tonight, but I'll be home tomorrow morning. We can watch the announcement together, alright?" and, with a nod from Papyrus, Sans was out the door.
8 PM tomorrow….
Sans was sprawled on the couch, texting Frisk back and forth about plans for tomorrow, and Papyrus was propped in front of the television, excitedly watching like a child.
The tv showed Mettaton ex, fully bathed in stage lighting and sequins. He was finishing a cake. "and there you have it, my dearies~ you have made yourself a fine and delicious cake that resembles my beautiful face~" he put the cake away, and made his way to the center of the room. "now…..it is time to announce the winners of our Dating with Mettaton sweepstakes! One lucky little cutie will get the chance to go on a private, one on one date with me, and if you're lucky…..maybe I'll like you enough to take this date a bit further~" he giggled and winked as the camera zoomed on his face. The audience cheered and Sans attention took to the tv at that last part. "further? What the fuck kind of contest is this?"
"SANS! LANGUAGE!" Papyrus shouted, glaring at Sans "I'm trying to listen!" he turned his attention back to the tv. Sans began to regret this contest a lot. Take it further? What did that mean? it better not mean what he thinks it means.
Soon, Mettaton had a jar in front of his, and he reached into it, taking out one folded up piece of paper. For anticipation, he opened it slowly, and smiled as he looked into the camera. "annnnnd the winner is…..PAPYRUS BONES!" and this time, Papyrus's raving was justified. He actually did win.
Shit…. Sans thought, watching Papyrus dance. This isn't good….
