The setting was dim, the only light provided being the toned down lights above and the several candles placed strategically around the table. The warm, comforting air of the room was in such a stark contrast to the dark and cold of the outside world. Gentle laughs could be heard, shared over the dinner table as the two guests enjoyed each other's company for the first time in years. Their food was only half touched, for they found more interest in words shared than their well-cooked food.
Toriel, dressed in robes much more regal and elegant than she had in decades, couldn't help but enjoy the comfort and loving aura her former husband had brought to the table. She couldn't believe it herself, but she was enjoying being with her ex lover again. She was ashamed to admit it, but was also having too much of a good time to even express such an emotion. As for Asgore, he was also dressed in a rather formal outfit as well. He no longer wore his armor, for it seemed pointless now on the surface, where they could be happy in peace. As for his wellbeing, he was all smiles. He was glad to be in the company of the woman he loved once again, who no longer wanted nothing to do with him.
"I must say, Asgore," Toriel praised, "I am having such a wonderful time with you. Your cooking has definitely improved over the decades, and your house is just lovely. And here I thought you couldn't maintain it without me." Asgore couldn't help but let out a chuckle. "Why thank you, Toriel," he rumbled. "It's all worth the effort to see you happy once again. Toriel only blushed from under her fur, turning away a bit. Flattery usually didn't work on her, but she was in such a good mood that she couldn't help but be swayed by his genuine words.
"But… there is something else I've wanted to talk to you about," Asgore sighed, immediately catching the other boss monster's attention. "Yes?" she asked softly, tilting her head. She feared she already knew what it was. "I just… want you to know that I still love you," he began. That was a given. Toriel opened her mouth to speak, but Asgore had more to say. "And I know I may not be… quite honorable in your memories, but I was hoping that maybe, just maybe, we could give it another shot. Just this one time. I want to reconcile out relationship."
The other monster was silent, a contemplative look donning her face, as if pondering how to answer. "Asgore, I-" "I understand if you refuse," Asgore said defeatedly as he lowered his head. "I… I will not bother you again with this if you do. After all I have done, you don't even need to speak to me again…"
"I want to," Toriel sighed. The male shot his head up with a slight turn of surprise, one of his bowed horns hooking one of the wine glasses and flinging it across the room by accident. "You do?" He had to be honest, he didn't even think he would get this far, much less have Toriel actually contemplate getting back together with him. She gave a nod. "Yes, I do, but… there's someone else."
Agore's eyes widened. "Someone else?" He whispered. "But who?" Who could possibly win over the heart of his fair queen?
Toriel looked down sadly, before going into her menu. She entered her inventory, pulling out something from slot six, just below the one empty pie tin and the four empty bottles of ketchup filling up the earlier slots. She held up a small skeleton in a blue jacket.
"It's Sans."
"Heya, Asgoat."
Asgore blinked, speechless. He stared at Sans for a long while before slowly looking up at Toriel. "You… brought him with you on our date?"
"He was going to be awfully lonely at home by herself," she sighed. "I just had to bring him."
"Heh, yeah, kiddo. Don't be so selfish." A small giggle came from Toriel. "That was a good one, Sans."
Asgore's jaw was practically on the floor. He just… didn't know what to say. What could he say to something like this. "Wait, so… he's the one you're seeing?" he asked, just flabbergasted by the situation. "Well… no," Toriel sighed. "I'm not actually seeing either of you, but… you bot are so very amazing to me." She slowly set Sans down, who walked over to Asgore with a grin. It was like watching a small beachball roll over to a large boulder. "Nice to see you, kingy."
Asgore blinked down at Sans before looking up at Toriel. "You… you can't be serious," he said. "With him?" Toriel just crossed her arms. "Well what's wrong with him?" Sans scoffed slightly. "Yeah, what's wrong with me?" Asgore slumped in his seat, letting out a sigh. "Well, for one, he's not royalty or a boss monster," Asgore pointed out. Toriel just gave a shrug. "And I'm not royalty, either," she huffed. "I relinquished my crown long ago, Asgore." Well, that was true. "But he's also about half your size," he pointed out. "Not even that. Maybe a good third of you."
Okay, he had her there. Sans had a big heart and a loving personality, but… he wasn't all that impressive when it came to bed. They worked through it, but it was kind of hard when he could easily die just by getting some game in bed. At least it was nice to carry him around from time to time under her arm like an object. It got her some really confused looks.
"Size does not matter, Asgore," she said firmly. Both men looked a bit doubtful, but Sans was at least giving her that thankful look.
"Well what can he give you that I can't?" the king demanded firmly, but also still having that bewildered expression. "He makes me happy," the former queen stated confidently, crossing her arms. "He was there for me when I most needed someone. He makes me laugh and feel appreciated for once." Asgore's mouth was agape. "I appreciated you, too! I always have! I appreciated you more than anyone! You were my wife; my beloved!"
"Then why didn't you do it while I was at the Ruins, if you were so persistent on appreciating me?" Toriel demanded. "Because you just weren't there. Sans was, and I love him because of that." "Want to know why I wasn't there? Well, for one fucking ran away," Asgore pointed out. "And there's also the fact that you never answer your god. Damn. Phone!"
"I told you a dog had stolen it!"
"Oh my GOD, Toriel, you've given that excuse at least fifty times already!"
"And they're all true!"
Asgore just looked unbelieving of the situation. So, he toned his voice down. "Tori…" he said softly. "We've been together for half a century. We built a kingdom from the Underground up, and I have never stopped loving you since. Tori… I love you. I always have."
Toriel could feel her soul melt some at this. It was true, Asgore had always been kind to her, and even when he decided to kill all humans that came down, he still cared for her feelings and loved her. She was the one who had left in the first place. It wasn't completely fair to blame him for their splitting up. Divorce was a two way street after all.
That's when Toriel felt something pulling at her arms. She blinked and looked down, seeing Sans with his phalanges wrapped tightly around her sleeve. "Hey, Tori," he murmured to her, a caring tone still very evident in his low voice. "Look… I'll understand if you still want to go back to him," he told her. "You two have been together n' whatnot for a while, even before you split. I just…. kinda thought we had something y'know?" He looked away for a moment. "I mean, why would you wanna date a weak skeleton like me anyways, amirite?" Toriel frowned at this, gripping his much smaller hand. "No no, don't say that," she comforted the discouraged skeleton. "You and I have had many a happy moments together, and I wouldn't trade them for the world." She thought back to the time they first met and the laughs he gave her. It made her smile.
"Toriel, you cannot split yourself between us," Asgore said softly, taking a step towards the pair. "And… if you're happier with him, I'm afraid I will just have to accept that." He gave a sigh. "However, I still demand an answer." Sans gave a nod of agreement, squeezing Toriel's hand gently. "He's right. You have to choose one of us, Tori. Who'll it be?"
The former queen of the Underground and of all monsters now had to make one of the biggest decisions of her life. She loved both monsters just as equally, and the two were always so kind to her and it was clear they loved her back. She had spent a good chunk of her life with Asgore, and yet it was Sans who was there when she needed someone the most. Sans was kind and made her laugh and feel loved, but Asgore knew her better than anyone else and shared her sentiments and even some of her feelings and pains, as they had both been through some of the most painful struggles. Asgore knew how to make her feel loved and adored and wanted, but Sans was cute and easy to pick up and carry around and care for and stick in her inventory like her own portable boyfriend. Sans for one made all her worries and responsibilities and her expectations and fears just melt down the drain for the first time in decades, but Asgore was pulling that serious dick game, though. Both were equally as amazing, and both made her feel just as loved. But… who to choose?
Sans and Asgore glanced over at each other nervously. Toriel was sure taking her sweet time with this. While both men would survive without her, they still sort of hoped Toriel would come to a sensible decision. They didn't hate each other or hold any grudges, but they still loved Toriel, and so it was a good reason as any to bump heads. Still, no anger would be shown, no matter who was chosen. They just wanted to be friends.
Finally, Toriel made her decision.
"I…. I've decided," she sighed. "I love you both very much, and because of this, I've come to a conclusion." Both monsters braced themselves for the impact.
"I'll date both of you."
Sans and Asgore blinked in surprise.
"What?" Asgore choked.
"What?" Sans babbled.
"What?" Toriel questioned.
Fuck, impact too strong. No one was fucking ready.
"What…. what do you mean the both of us?" Asgore probed, brow furrowed. Sans nodded rapidly in agreement, needing answers. Toriel looked puzzled at their own confusion. "I'm dating the both of you, of course," she clarified. "I both love you very much, so I'll date the both of you. It's a win-win-win situation."
Sans was absolutely speechless for a moment. "But… Tori, that's not how it works!"
"Of course it works," She giggled. "I just said it could."
"Toriel, you can't do this!" Asgore argued.
"Of course I can. I'm doing it right now."
"Tor, this doesn't even make sense!"
"It makes perfect sense."
"This is a horrible idea!"
"This is one of the best ideas I've ever had."
"I'm not even into men!"
"You say that now."
"Toriel, this is fucking polygamy!" Sans pointed out, following Toriel as she moved to the stairs, but stopping at the first step. Toriel just smirked down at him. "You call it polygamy. I call it a long-term threesome."
Both men stared, speechless.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be getting out of this dress," she sighed, going up the stairs. "I will be waiting for your arrival soon, boys." And with that, she topped the stairs and disappeared from view, leaving the two monsters with jaws dropped. Once they were sure she was gone, Sans slowly turned his skull to look at Asgore.
"Yo, your wife is into some freaky shit," he blurted out. Asgore could only nod in agreement. "Try being married to her."
