A/N: So, I think someone is gonna get killed off. I know who, but I'll let you know when. There may be smut in the next chapter. Maybe down below. You'll have to read and find out. Also, please let me know what you think in the comments. The feedback helps me improve my writing.

When Frisk was younger, she had been terrified of the flower, even after he changed his ways. Now, though, at twenty one, she didn't mind his constant presence. She gave him a dirty look, walked over to him, and flicked Flowey.

"OW!" He yelled. The others cackled in the front room. Frisk walked out of the kitchen, leaving Flowey to swear about how awful of a person she was for beating up an innocent, defenseless flower.

"NYEH HEH HEH! We have returned successful-"Papyrus froze on the door step. Mettaton grinned lazily at him. "Mettaton!" He dropped the bags, and the two met in a tight hug. Sans gagged loudly at them. Undyne shook her head. Kitty made a grumpy face.

Mettaton kissed Papyrus passionately. Alyphs covered her face, and Undyne kept Kitty in the kitchen. She complained loudly. Frisk laughed at them. Sans pulled them apart with a flick of the wrist.

"What are you doing here, MTT?" Papyrus asked.

"Oh, life's a little slow right now for me." He said. "But I'm home, and I plan on having a wonderful night with you." Mettaton winked. Papyrus blushed orange. Sans glared at him.

"Just remember, Frisk and I are just in the next room." He told them, quietly.

"There is a bathroom between us, you know."

"That doesn't mean anything." Sans got up, and stretched. "Who's cooking tonight, because I sure as hell am not?"

"Sans, such language in front of a child." Toriel scolded. He winced and shrugged.

"Mom!" Frisk hugged her. Kitty hid. "I'm glad you got here safely."

"As am I. Sans, why is the cemetery so loud?"

"Why?" He grinned.

"Because of all the 'coffin!'" They laughed. Toriel wiped her eyes.

"Tori, what did the skeleton say to his brother when he tried to tell a lie?" Sans asked.

"What?"

"Don't bother, I can see right through you!" More laughter peeled around the room. Papyrus and Frisk groaned loudly. Toriel didn't stay long, but Kitty proved difficult to peel away from her mothers. She was taken home, and the rest of them began to relax together.

Frisk didn't speak much. Her fear was still creeping in the back of her mind. Sans made many bad puns, which several got him beat by Papyrus. Undyne and Alyphs had snuck in alcohol, since Frisk was of legal human drinking age. She decided against the booze, but the girls ended up sleeping over. Mettaton and papyrus escaped into Papyrus' room, and even Flowey was silent. Frisk and Sans went to bed themselves.

She got undressed, and pulled on a tank top. Sans simply peeled off the sweater he was wearing. He put a gentle hand on her shoulder. He was thankful that they were the only things unaffected by the change. Frisk met the boney hand with her own, and let him wrap her arms around her middle.

"I get the silence." He told her. "I know you're pretty freaked out." Frisk nodded. "Look… I'm not gonna stop working with him. I want to, believe me. We can't. It's too risky. Besides, I won't leave Alyphs alone with him. She can't see him anymore."

Frisk sighed, and turned to face Sans. He kissed her head gently. Normally, she would have said something by now, but he could tell how shaken she was. He wouldn't force her to speak. They had had that argument years ago. He pulled her over to their bed, and pushed softly her down. There was no sexual meaning behind it. She let him force her to relax.

Frisk scooted over to her side of the bed, and puled the large comforters around her. She liked being warm at night, but not sleeping with pants on. Sans crawled into bed next to her. They snuggled under the covers.

"Goodnight, kid." He whispered as she dozed.

Frisk wandered through the woods besides the apartment. Mt. Ebott loomed over head. She twirled the small knife in her hand. Dust covered her legs, her bare skin. No on knew who was slaughtering the monsters. Some people were outraged. Humans had had a difficult time accepting the monsters.

She could hear the echoes of voices in the distance. Papyrus would be the closest. Undyne and Alyphs were off, father from the mountain, looking for Kitty. Even though she had loved that little girl, Frisk had killed her first.

Her cries for her mothers still rang painfully in her ears.

Papyrus found Frisk before she could clean herself off. He smiled warmly at her.

"Frisk! We were very worried about you! Have-"He took in her disheveled appearance. He took in the dust covering her. Papyrus knew. "Th-This is a dangerous path you're setting out on, Frisk! Never fear, I believe in you!"

It had only taken one stab to kill him.

Frisk screamed in her sleep. Sans grabbed her, and pulled her close.

"Shhh…" He stroked her hair. She shook, crying in his arms. "It's alright. It's over…" Frisk stayed where she was for a long time.

Having been awoken by Frisk's screams, Mettaton found himself unable to fall back asleep. He sat on bed next to the snoring Papyrus, and sighed heavily. The skeleton next to him had been ecstatic to find his lover him, but he couldn't bring himself to tell him why he was here. Maybe that's why he couldn't sleep.

Mettaton's agent had told him he wasn't dramatic enough. His private life was too private, he had been told. So he hadn't come home by choice. The ghost turned robot flopped back onto the bed. Papyrus rolled over, and pulled him close.

The agent had encouraged a break up with this mystery lover. Mettaton refused to lose Papyrus, but… What was more dramatic than a break up? He closed his eyes, and sighed. Frisk would know. If she was talking tomorrow, he'd ask her.

The next morning, despite everyone's raging hangover, Kitty kicked the apartment door open. She jumped up, and landed on Undyne. She groaned. Toriel shook her head, and began to make breakfast. Frisk and Sans were the next awoken, but Kitty used the air horn she had bought at a yard sale. Mettaton didn't allow Kitty in his and Papyrus' room, as the last time she had broken in, they were…busy.

Alyphs was woken up with more love, by her wife and daughter together. Sans gagged playfully at them. Undyne threw her boot at his head.

"Wow. You hurt my sole." He said. She groaned, and threw her other boot, Toriel laughed. Frisk wandered through the kitchen. Flowey was grumbling to himself in his flower pot.

"Morning, Mom." She hugged her.

"Good morning, my child." She hugged her back. "How are you feeling today?"

"Alright." Frisk lied. She hadn't really slept. "How's dad? I know he was busy with some stuff…"

"Asgore is coming home tomorrow. I will make sure he comes your way, dear. You know he hate cell phones." Toriel gave her a knowing look, and went back to working on breakfast. "I think I should have Kitty over more often. She was a delight."

"Good! I don't think Undyne or Alyphs will believe you…" They chuckled. "But, I'm glad. She's starting first grade this year."

"I believe she will be in my class as well." Toriel added more bread to the pan. She had learned to cook quite a bit since she had come above ground, and her best breakfast item was French toast.

"Nice. Sans and I are going shopping later. This… growth spurt wasn't exactly expected, and Papyrus is going to mad when he figures out Sans stole his jeans."

"Growth spurt my ass. That bastard looks just like G-"

"Asriel Dreemurr, how dare you use that language!" Toriel scolded. Flowey blushed.

"Sorry…" He mumbled. "I was just saying that he looks like-"

"Himself." Frisk snapped at him this time. He smiled innocently.

"Sure, whatever you want princess." Toriel gave him a stern look, and Flowey shut up.

The morning was passed in its usual chaos, and it was bliss. Frisk and Sans flirted almost more than Mettaton kissed Papyrus on the cheek. Kitty threw her food at random people, until Undyne and Alyphs both yelled at her to stop. Toriel listened to everyone as they filled her in on Sans' new face and height. Puns were flying across the table, which caused many outbursts of rage and complainants.

"Tori, what do you think of animal puns?" Sans said, swallowing a mouthful of bacon.

"I like them! They quack me up!" She finished. They laughed loudly together.

"SANS! ENOUGH PUNS!" Papyrus yelled. Kitty yelled in agreement.

"Sorry, Pap. When it comes to puns, I'm emotionally constipated. I haven't given a shit in days." Frisk laughed so hard, she shot coffee out of her nose. "I love you a latte too, babe!" She smacked him.

"Sans, I am reading a book about anti-gravity. It's impossible to put down." Toriel interrupted. More groans came from the others.

After a while, they began to clean up. Alyphs and her family gathered their things, and left with a wave after they took care of their share of the cleanup. Toriel left with promises to call when she arrived home. Mettaton announced after the cleanup finished that he was kidnapping Papyrus for a few hours. He also insisted that Frisk call the ladies, and they all met at Grillby's for dinner.

"Sure thing." Frisk smiled at him. Sans was fighting with the sweater he had stolen from Pap.

"Isn't that-" Pap began to ask.

"No." Sans popped his head out of the sweater. It was a little short, and showed off his hips. Frisk winked at him. "I need it just for today, man."

"Come darling. We have much to do, and if we're going to do it, we need to go now." He insisted. Papyrus waved as they left, leaving Frisk and Sans alone.

"Well." Sans pulled Frisk close to him. She smiled, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "We can either get a head start on shopping, or…" Sans began to kiss her neck. Frisk giggled softly, and held onto him. She gave soft moan. "That settles that."

Frisk dug her fingernails into his back. He trailed his tongue up her throat, and kissed her. She moved her hands to hold onto his sweater, as he backed her towards the couch. Frisk pushed her tongue into his mouth as they fell onto the sofa. She laughed into the kiss, and Sans sat up.

"What?"

"You always want to have sex on the couch." She teased. Sans smirked wickedly.

"It's called a love seat for a reason, babe." He went to kiss her again, but she pushed against his shoulders. "What?"

"If I'm late to meet MTT for dinner, I'll never hear the end of it." She said. Sans flopped on top of Frisk. "Babe! Come on! It's gonna be hard finding you clothes!" She laughed. He refused to move. "Sans!"

"You got me-"

"I promise, I'll make it up to you." She cut him off. Sans tilted his head up. It was taking a lot of self-control not to bury his face in her breasts. "Tonight will be the best we've had in a while, I swear."

"Fine." Sans climbed off, and helped her up. "Youd better get your nails done while we're out. He'll kill you if they look like that."