It's a Very Merry Alphyne Wedding

Wedding time! Fair warning: this is going to be so mushy you can eat it with a spoon.

5 hours to the wedding,
Alphys and Undyne's house.

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"Good morning…" Mettaton sang, his voice uncharacteristically subdued. "I've brought breakfast in bed for the blushing brides."

The supposedly blushing brides were not very willing to wake up. They turned over in different directions, both groaning. Undyne's ponytail had come undone while she slept and her hair was an impressive mess of knots and tangles. Alphys had buried herself deep in the covers, drawing them all the way over her head, until she was nothing more than a big bump under the duvet.

"I brought you your favourites," Mettaton coaxed. "And I swear I didn't make any of it myself."

Even Mettaton, hard as it was for him to admit even the slightest failing, willingly admitted he wasn't a very good cook. He had arrived at their house yesterday evening very late and he had brought everything for a special breakfast with him, ready-made and with only minimal assembly required. Of all their friends, he lived the furthest away and he had said from the start that he would be there to coach them through their wedding day from the moment they woke up.

Undyne forced her eyes open. She could just see a big white heart above her bed that read: "Brides to Be."

"Urgh," she grunted and she poked Alphys in the side.

"MmmMmmm," Alphys protested, digging deeper into the duvet.

"Food," Undyne yawned, dragging herself into a seating position.

"Here you go, darling," Mettaton said, placing a large tray on her lap.

There were two large bowls with yoghurt and fresh fruit, rice crackers with several different toppings, and two cups of tea, one Sea and one Jasmine flavoured. The smell of the tea made Alphys crawl out of her cocoon and Mettaton left the room, confident that he had woken them up, but also pretty sure he should leave them alone until they were fully awake. He went into the living room to fuss with his clothes, keeping an ear out for any sounds from the bedroom. It took about fifteen minutes before he heard the sudden clang of crockery, followed by the unmistakable sound of Alphys screaming as Undyne lifted her bodily off the bed and screamed: "We're getting MARRIED TODAY!"

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At ten o'clock, Undyne and Alphys had showered and they received a call from Katla. Undyne took it. As promised, Katla was at the wedding venue, making sure the preparations would be done correctly.

"Thanks, Kat," Undyne said. "Mettaton said the others would be arriving any minute n-"

The doorbell rang.

"That'll be Bratty and Catty!" Alphys squawked, looking rather frantic. "Is that Katla?"

"Yeah," Undyne nodded. "Kat, I've got to go."

"Keep breathing, you two. It's going to be great, really," Katla assured them.

"Thanks," Undyne said, a little hoarsely, and she hung up.

It was not just Bratty and Catty at the door, but Papyrus and Asgore as well.

"Alphys!" Bratty and Catty squealed, launching themselves in her general direction for a hug.

"Good morning!" Papyrus said excitedly. "Hello, Mettaton!"

"Hi," Mettaton said, with an affectionate touch of Papyrus' arm.

"We ran into the girls in the street," Asgore said happily. "I picked Papyrus up so Toriel and the kids could come later with their car."

"I tried to get Sans to come, Alphys," Papyrus said. "But I couldn't even get him to wake up. And then I remembered Mettaton is your best man and he is good enough for at least two people, so maybe it won't matter if Sans is late."

"He's not her best man," Catty contradicted. "She doesn't need a best man. We're her bridesmaids!"

"Yeah!" Bratty agreed. "You guys are just witnesses."

Mettaton bristled at such insolence, but before he could protest, Undyne interrupted "Witnesses, best men, bridesmaids, who cares! You're the Wedding Party, which means you're basically our personal servants for the day. That's what counts."

"Yes, there is no need to get competitive," Asgore said good-naturedly. "You can be the bridesmaids and we can be the bridesmates."

"Please," Papyrus groaned. "Do not counteract the one advantage to not having Sans with us."

"I l-like it!" Alphys laughed. "B-Bridesmates."

"Whatever," Bratty rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, whatever!" Catty said. "Come on, Alphys, we've got to work on your make-up!"

Alphys willingly let her bridesmaids drag her to the bedroom and Mettaton followed them carrying the biggest beauty case this side of the galaxy. The mirror in its lid was lined with little lights.

"I wish you'd allowed me to bring my make-up artist," he sighed, slamming the bedroom door behind him.

Papyrus turned to Asgore and Undyne with an eager smile. "What can we do, Undyne?" he asked.

"Simple," Undyne replied casually. "I am going to do my make-up, hair, and nails before Mettaton has a chance to interfere and you are going to tell me it looks amazing."

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A considerable amount of time and effort later, Bratty and Catty finally stepped back to look at Alphys' finished wedding make-up. The scales of her face had been polished until they shone gently. The spikes on her head had been dusted with red and gold to give just the slightest special accent. Her eyes, shining behind her glasses, looked much bigger than usual.

"You look so nice, Alphys," Bratty said sincerely.

"Like, perfect," Catty agreed.

"R-really?" Alphys said shyly. She looked up at Mettaton, looking for his approval.

He was leaning against her desk, idly playing with her veil. His face was strangely expressionless as he looked at her.

"Mettaton?" she asked.

"You look divine, darling," he said hoarsely. "Really….don't change a thing."

Alphys flushed red and happily ran to the door when the bell rang. It was Katla, looking slightly dishevelled.

"Are you alright?" Alphys asked, surprised.

"What?" Katla asked. "I'm fine, I just flew here, that's all. But never mind that. Alphys, you look amazing!"

"Th-thank you," Alphys beamed.

"Are you and Undyne about ready to go?" Katla asked, coming inside.

"I don't kn-know," Alphys said nervously. "We were just going to do make-up here and get dressed together at the wedding centre, but then M-mettaton and Papyrus decided it would be fun to do a dramatic r-reveal, so I haven't seen Undyne yet!"

"Hi, Katla!" Bratty cried, coming to see who had arrived. "Undyne is in the study with Papyrus and Asgore."

"Right," Katla said. "I'll go see how far they are then, shall I?"

Bratty dragged Alphys back into the bedroom where Catty was talking to a very emotional Mettaton and Katla went to the study. She knocked on the door and called out "Undyne, it's Katla, can I come in?"

"Kat!" Undyne cried from inside and the door flew open.

Undyne looked incredibly flustered. Her make-up was minimal and very nice, but her hair was still in curlers and Katla had never seen her so anxious.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

"Nothing!" Undyne cried frantically. "I don't know? Is Alphys okay?"

"She seemed absolutely fine, yeah," Katla said, following Undyne inside and glancing at Papyrus and Asgore.

Papyrus shrugged his shoulders helplessly and looked a little worried as Undyne sat back down in front of the mirror they had balanced against the wall on the desk. She stared at her reflection like it had accused her of being a weakling. Asgore didn't seem very concerned however.

"It's just wedding nerves," he whispered to Katla. "She'll be fine as soon as she has something to do again."

"Can't you just dry my hair with your fire magic, Asgore?" Undyne groaned.

"I'm sure I could," Asgore said. "But I don't think the morning of your wedding day is a good time to try out new uses of magic."

"Urgh!" Undyne grunted and she let herself flop face down onto the desk.

"I know what we need!" Papyrus said. "Some bridal exercise! After a short training, your hair will be dry and Miss Katla can help taking it out of those tiny round traps."

"Alphys said no more training indoors," Undyne grumbled.

"But this is an emergency!" Papyrus decided loudly. "I demand ten bridal bench-presses!"

Katla ran outside to tell the others not to be startled if there were any loud crashes and Asgore made sure all the furniture stayed in one piece while Undyne and Papyrus launched a frantic emergency training session.

Papyrus was right though; it distracted Undyne long enough for her hair to dry and Katla helped her twist the newly made curls into a relaxed up-do.

"Okay," Undyne said, breathing deeply, as she stared at herself in the mirror. "Good. I look good, right?"

"Amazing!" Papyrus proclaimed.

"Much better than good," Katla assured her.

"You're a beautiful bride if I ever saw one," Asgore said sincerely.

Undyne turned to him and gave him a half-hearted punch. She swallowed.

"Don't go soft on me now, Asgore," she said.

Katla quickly checked her watch, making sure Undyne didn't see her do that, and glanced at Asgore. He understood her and said "Well, is there anything else you would like to do before we go?"

Undye looked around the room. Her suit was draped across one of the chairs, still in its dust cover. She and Alphys were going to change at the venue.

"Nope," she said, puffing up her chest. "Let's get this show on the road!"

She threw open the door of the study, but she was met with screams from Bratty and Catty and Mettaton yelled "Eyes closed!"

Undyne obediently closed her eyes and called out: "Alphy, you ready?"

"Y-yes," Alphys stammered.

Mettaton had grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her around before she could see what Undyne looked like.

"Goodness!" Katla huffed. "There is no need for all this yelling. Mettaton, you take Alphys and the girls, I'll take Undyne in my car. Asgore, Papyrus, do you want to ride as well?"

They decided that that would be easiest, so they left with two cars, conveying one nervous bride in each.

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2.5 hours to the wedding,
An event centre a little outside of town.

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Sans called Papyrus on his mobile just as Asgore was helping Undyne into her white suit jacket, completing her outfit. When the wedding party had arrived, Undyne and Alphys had first individually inspected the places where the ceremony and the party would be held. The event centre had ample inside and outside space and the ceremony would be outside. The party would be inside, where a big space had been decorated and furnished with tables and a dance floor. After seeing everything and agreeing it was perfect, Alphys and Undyne had retired to separate dressing rooms to get ready. Undyne was done dressing now and she was definitely on edge.

"Oh, hello, Sans!" Papyrus greeted his brother, but he didn't get to say anything else, because Undyne snatched the phone from him and yelled:

"Sans! Get your bony butt over here!"

"Woah, woah," Sans chuckled. "No need to wed angry. I'm already there."

"You're-" Undyne began, but that moment there was a bright flash of blue light and Sans appeared in front of her, holding hands with a very excited Frisk.

"Undyne!" they gasped. "You look so cool!"

"Thanks, kid," Undyne grinned, completely forgetting to yell some more at Sans. "So do you! Let me see!"

Frisk proudly spun around and took a bow. They looked picture perfect with their black and green skirt, white shirt, and shiny green vest. In addition, they wore a ruffly cravat that tucked into their vest. Undyne grinned approvingly and Papyrus and Asgore applauded.

"Guess I'll go see if your fiancée needs rescuing from her best friend," Sans chuckled. He was wearing most of his suit, minus the velvet jacket, cravat, and hat, which he was carrying in his free arm.

"Yes!" Undyne said. "And ask her if she's okay."

Sans nodded and went to look for Alphys. As it turned out, she didn't need rescuing. Mettaton was too emotional by far to make a lot of demands and when Sans found her, she was happily twirling in front of the mirror. She actually looked a lot calmer than Undyne.

"Sans!" she said happily. "Is Frisk with you?"

"Still admiring Undyne," he explained. "But I'm sure they won't be long." He looked her up and down, hands shoved into his suit pockets. "You look awesome, Alph," he said, and she could tell he meant it.

"Thanks, Sans," she said happily.

"Isn't she beautiful," Mettaton squeaked.

"Yeah," Sans admitted immediately. "Yeah, she is."

"Is…is Undyne ready?" Alphys asked eagerly. "Can I s-see her?"

"She looked ready to me," Sans said. "Ready and on edge."

There was a soft knock on the door and Mettaton went to answer it.

"Frisk!" he gasped. "Look at you!"

"You look nice too, Mettaton!" Frisk said happily, glancing at his shiny dark red coat. But, before they could say anything more, they spotted Alphys and had eyes for nothing else but her.

"Alphys!" Frisk gasped. "You look like you walked out of a picture book!"

"You r-really think so?" Alphys said, looking pleased as could be.

"Better than a picture book!" Frisk said earnestly.

There was another knock on the door and Katla poked her head round it. She had been running back and forth between the two makeshift dressing rooms for a while now.

"Alphys?" she said pleadingly. "It would help if we could do the reveal now. I don't think Undyne will make it another ten minutes without breaking something otherwise."

"Oh yes!" Alphys said. "Bratty, w-would you hand me my-"

"Parasol?" Bratty grinned, holding it out to her.

"Thank you," Alphys said, taking it. The parasol was her favourite accessory. As far as she was concerned, it made the whole outfit. "I'm ready!" she nodded at Katla.

Katla breathed a sigh of relief and Alphys followed her outside into the hallway. Undyne was already there, arguing with Papyrus who had wanted to blindfold her.

"You're gonna smudge my make-up, you dork!" she barked. "And I…I…" Her voice faltered when Alphys walked into view.

Alphys herself gasped when Papyrus quickly stepped aside and she saw Undyne in her beautiful suit. They stared at each other.

"I…" Undyne stammered, a dark blue flush coming over her face. "You…Alphy… How…?"

"Oh, I think I just forgot to breathe," Alphys panted.

Metatton made a garbled noise between a squeal and a sob that expressed the feelings of most of the wedding party at that moment. Even Katla had to make an effort to compose herself.

"You two are the cutest ever," Catty sighed.

"Yeah," Bratty agreed. "That was, like, so beautiful."

"And Sans filmed it all!" Frisk cried triumphantly.

"He what?" Undyne balked, turning around.

"Hey," Sans snickered, leaning against the wall, filming everything with his phone. "I had to film it. We need undeniable proof of Undyne blushing and stammering like a guppy."

"Shut up!" Undyne grinned. "Look at my almost-wife!"

Alphys and Undyne looked at each other with unwavering smiles, while Katla, Papyrus, Asgore, Mettaton, Bratty, and Catty swarmed around them giving compliments they hardly heard. Sans was still filming and Frisk leaned against him with a mischievous grin and whispered:

"YouTube?"

"YouTube," Sans nodded decidedly.

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1.5 hours to the wedding,
The catering area.

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"Careful, Nathan!" Muffet warned. "Look at it wobble!"

Nathan straightened up and looked at the four-tier spider sponge cake he was trying to move from its current position onto a decorated trolley. It was a magnificent wedding cake. Muffet was proud of it and Nathan even more. Cakes were very different from nice cream and he had been excited to learn from Muffet. They made a remarkably good team.

"Alright," he said. "Let's try again. I'll move more slowly this time."

He and Muffet grabbed hold of the cake platter again and carefully lifted it off the table. Muffet anxiously watched the wedding cake sway back and forth. Perched on its top tier were two little figurines that looked as much like Alphys and Undyne as marzipan sculptures could do. Nathan had made them from scratch and Muffet had already told him such talents should be made use of more often.

"Phew," she sighed when the cake stood safely on the transportation trolley "Dearie me, that was stressful."

They both took a step back to admire the effect of the cake resting on the beautifully decorated little table with wheels on it. They would bring it outside after the ceremony. Grillby was already sorting out the champagne to serve with it and Muffet was quite certain her cake would definitely steal the show. She looked round. Come to think of it, Grillby wasn't setting up the other tables with food.

"Where's Grillby?" she asked.

Nathan was just taking the plastic gloves off his blue furred paws and looked up. He was sure his boss had been with them only a moment ago. Suddenly they heard the familiar crackle of flames and sparks that followed Grillby wherever he went. He came walking into the room, talking sternly into his phone.

"I know Sadie is the better driver," he said, his voice hardly anything more than a fire's roar. "But I also know that you are late and that she doesn't pay attention to stop signs. So you'll do the driving, Emberly."

There was a short silence as Grillby listened to his sister's answer.

"I don't care," he said firmly. "You only need to be here in time for the reception and if you miss the ceremony, so be it."

Grillby listened impatiently and then opened his mouth to reply, but this time neither Muffet nor Nathan could understand what he meant with the sharp crackling sound that followed. There was a short silence and Grillby regained his normal speaking voice when he said "Alright. Yes, I love you too, Em. See you soon." He hung up and pulled an exasperated face at Muffet and Nathan. "Teenagers," he said with a tired smile.

"Ahuhuhu!" Muffet laughed. "As long as they show up. We could really use a hand or two."

She clapped her own six hands encouragingly and said: "Come on, dearies, let's get the tables ready. I don't want to miss the ceremony!"

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1 hour to the wedding,
Alphys and Undyne's dressing room.

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Since they were all ready and in great need of calming down, Alphys and Undyne had appointed the biggest dressing room as their headquarters and were taking it easy until it was time for the ceremony. The wedding party was taking turns at distracting them when Katla came rushing in to inform them all that guests were now seriously starting to arrive. She in full costume now, complete with the ruffly blouse that exposed her wings, a black skirt, and white lace gloves.

"Oh dear," Alphys breathed. Undyne didn't even answer.

"It's perfectly fine," Katla assured them. "You guys stay here. Take it easy."

"Yeah," Undyne agreed. "We'll do that. But, guys, you go out there and greet people, okay?"

"Of course!" Papyrus said, springing to his feet.

"Are you sure?" Mettaton muttered, glancing at Alphys. He really wasn't taking the whole wedding thing too well. Most of the time it looked like he was about to cry.

"Come on, Mettaton," Papyrus said, holding out his hand. "We have to go out there and create the appropriate atmosphere! We are the only ones that are fully dressed besides Frisk and Katla!"

"Y-yes, of course," Mettaton said, a little surprised and he took Papyrus' hand and allowed himself to be led outside.

Undyne watched them go with an unreadable, but intense expression on her face.

"Papyrus does have a point," Asgore said. "I should really finish my outfit. Only I do not know where I have left my hat."

"I think I saw it lying out on the table in the hallway," Katla told him.

"You g-go fix that then," Alphys smiled. "We'll be alright here with Frisk."

"You hear that, kid?" Sans winked. "You're on bride duty."

Frisk grinned and saluted. "No problem," they chuckled.

Sans gave them an affectionate poke and sauntered out of the room, following Asgore and Katla.

"Oh yes, here they are," Asgore nodded, picking up his hat and cravat from the little table in the hallway. "I'm afraid I still have not gotten the hang of this thing…" he muttered, fumbling with his cravat.

"Here, let me," Katla said. She took the silk tie in her claws and tied it carefully round Asgore's neck, making sure the ruffles fell down to his blue vest.

Sans tactfully kept walking and pretended not to listen to Asgore's grateful thanks.

"Don't mention it," Katla said with a smile.

"Will you allow me to mention that you look very lovely?" Asgore said sincerely.

"Oh, thank you…" Katla said, taking a step back.

"And, may I add, it is good to see a confident young woman with her wings out," he said.

She couldn't help but laugh at that. She could tell he really meant it, but she was pretty sure she couldn't even remember the last time someone had called her a 'young woman'.

"Thank you," she said, when he looked a little embarrassed. "You look very nice yourself, Asgore. I'm sure we'll do the brides proud."

"That we will," Asgore said with a happy smile. "Oh," he said, turning his head towards a sudden clamour of voices. "If I am not mistaken, that sounds like the former Royal Guard."

There was indeed a lot of barking to be heard and Katla quickly ran outside to greet them. Sans was already there, saying hello to everyone at once. The entire troop of ex guards and sentries had arrived together. They were a big and loud group. Endogeny, Greater Dog, and Lesser Dog made the most noise. Dogamy and Dogaressa only did a half-hearted job of keeping them quiet, excited as they were themselves. Doggo was doing a better job of intervening when it really was needed and his calm seeing-eye-dog set a very noble example for Lesser Dog.

"Good to see you again, Doge," Sans nodded at a grey dog with long soft ears. "It's been a while."

"I know," she said regretfully. "But," she said, cheering up immediately. "I wouldn't have missed this for the world!"

Katla greeted her brother and his husband first, of course.

"Woah, sis!" Roy grinned. "They got you to dress up!"

"Can we take pictures?" Ralph teased.

Roy and Ralph were wearing normal suits, but they had managed to rustle up a top hat each. The dogs mostly looked like their normal selves, albeit dressed in their best clothes. But Doggo and Dogamy were wearing cravats and Dogaressa was wearing a small hat, perched between her ears.

"Quiet, you," Katla laughed and she turned to greet two female monsters, one catlike, the other vaguely reminiscent of a praying mantis, that had clearly put more effort into their costumes.

"Grace, Gail!" she said. "I'm so glad you were able to come."

"Are you kidding?" Gail cried, clicking her jaws excitedly. "Of course we came."

"Like we had a choice!" Grace laughed. "Undyne would have had our heads!"

Asgore appeared, a rather intimidating sight in his dark blue three piece suit, cravat, and hat, and here was a short moment of confusion. The last time most of them had seen him, he had still been the king after all, but Asgore completely forgot about this in his enthusiasm to greet them all. They all crowded around him and everyone was congratulating everyone so loudly that Sans was the only one who heard a very soft voice behind them saying:

"H-hello, everyone."

He turned around and gave a friendly grin to Shyren. Lagging a bit behind but catching up to her now were her agent Ari, her sister Lemony, and her unconventionally acquired brother Aaron.

"Hey, Shyren," he said. "Hey, all."

"Shyren!" Papyrus' voice suddenly burst out, making Shyren start a little.

Papyrus and Mettaton had appeared, both looking very impressive in their nearly matching long red coats. Mettaton took off his hat and made an elaborate bow and began to encourage everyone to follow him to the area where the ceremony would take place.

"I'm so glad you're here," Papyrus said to Shyren, trying to keep his voice down. "Undyne asked me to…" He started whispering and everyone had the decency to actively not listen to them. Shyren began to follow Papyrus towards the ceremony space and her family stuck close by her.

"Hey, Sans," Aaron said in passing. "I saw Toriel and her kid in the parking lot."

"Thanks," Sans grinned. "I'll go meet them then."

"Sans!" Papyrus called back at him over his shoulder. "Do put on your jacket before you go out to visit the guests! And where is your hat? You are spoiling the aesthetic!"

"Aesthetic?" Sans snickered. "Did you get an MTT brand dictionary or something?"

Papyrus didn't answer that, but gave Sans an accusing look before walking off towards Undyne and Alphys' dressing room with Shyren and her family in tow.

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Less than 1 hour to the wedding,
The event centre's parking lot.

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The parking lot was full of monsters and humans arriving and greeting each other enthusiastically. Finally completely dressed, Sans could hardly take a step without being called out to. First he was stopped by Susan and Isabelle, the former shop and innkeeper from Snowdin. Both bunny ladies had chosen to go for elaborate headpieces and after complimenting Sans on his own hat, they wanted to know how he and his brother had been. Having only just escaped from them, he was greeted by Drake the Snowdrake, his wife Mariah, and son Sunny. They were eager to keep walking however and when they did, he finally found Toriel. When he saw her, he stopped in his tracks.

He had never seen Toriel in her complete outfit yet and his first look at her certainly demanded that he stand back to admire. She was wearing a mauve dress with a white lace collar that closed just under her throat. The skirt flared out so wide there had to be at least one petticoat underneath it. Beside her, Asriel jumped with excitement. He was wearing a black suit with a moss green vest. He had wanted a vest just like Frisk's and this was the closest Toriel had been able to find. By way of accessories, Asriel had a nice little top hat, but he wasn't wearing a cravat as he couldn't stand tight things around his neck. Toriel bent towards Asriel to say something to him and Sans saw she was wearing a small headpiece made out of gauze and purple feathers. When she straightened up, she saw him and her whole face lit up.

"Sans!" Asriel cried happily. "Is Frisk with you?"

"Sorry, they're with Alphys and Undyne," he grinned. "Nice vest, buddy."

Asriel grinned proudly and ran a little ahead while Sans walked up to Toriel.

"You look amazing," he complimented her. "A real vic-Tori-an lady,"

She gave a snorting giggle and happily reached down to hold his hand. He would have offered her his arm, but she was far too tall for that. They caught up with Asriel, who excitedly pointed to the end of the path. There was an arch draped with gauze that provided entrance to the area for the wedding ceremony, but a little in front of it stood a table with a box and two baskets on top of it. Between the box and the baskets sat a Froggit. He was wearing a top hat and was obviously there to welcome the guests. Some of Undyne's human colleagues had just reached the table and the Froggit croaked:

"Welcome! Please, take a fan from either of the baskets if you wish."

"Oh, thank you," a woman with a pixie cut said, hiding her surprise.

"Now," the Froggit croaked pleasantly. "In this basket, you will find a camera. All guests are asked to make a selfie for the photo album!"

"Cool idea," a tall young man grinned. "Here, let me." He fished the polaroid camera out of the basket and he and his three colleagues pressed their heads together so they all fit into the shot.

The camera spit out a photograph.

"Thank you!" the Froggit said happily. "Please put your photo in the basket and go on in!"

"Thanks, dude, eh, frog," the other man grinned.

They passed through the arch and Asriel ran up to the table excitedly.

"Hey!" he greeted the Froggit. "Nice hat."

"Thank you," the Froggit said proudly. "Would you like a fan?"

"No thank you," Asriel said. "You want one, Mom?"

"I would," Toriel smiled. "Would you pick a white one for me?"

Asriel picked a fan while Toriel took up the camera. She glanced in the basket. There was already an impressive collection of happy selfies in there.

"Thank you, darling," she said, taking the fan that Asriel offered her. "Ready for the picture?"

She, Sans, and Asriel looked up at the camera and she pressed the button.

"Let me see!" Asriel demanded and he snatched the photo as soon as it came out of the camera. "It's a good one," he said contently. "Can we make another one later with Frisk and Papyrus too?"

"I'm sure Pap will insist on it," Sans chuckled.

They dropped the photo in the basket, put the camera back, and walked through the arch. It was going to be an outdoor ceremony. Rows of chairs were set up with a broad path running straight through the middle of them. At the end of the path, two poles stood a little ways apart. They were decorated with flowers and crystals and a deep green ribbon was stretched between them. The ends of the ribbon hung past the poles, almost to the ground, and fluttered gently in the wind.

"Lovely," Toriel sighed. "Katla did a good job."

"She sure did," Sans grinned, nodding towards the enormous grand piano that was standing a little to the side. Judging from the grass on its legs, it looked like it had sunken into the grass at least once before someone had decided to place it on loose planks. Katla must have been rather insistent.

"Manny!" Asriel cheered happily and he ran back to the arch where Manny had just come in with his sister and parents.

Toriel turned around to tell him not to yell, but at that moment she was greeted by Gerson and she forgot all about it. Sans looked around to see Mettaton and Papyrus excitedly showing people to their chairs. Asgore and Katla were talking to Roy and Ralph.

"Hello, Sans," someone greeted him and he turned around to see Ben, the PhD-student that worked with Alphys. He looked both nervous and really cheerful.

"Hey," Sans grinned. "Nice suit," he said, nodding towards his costume.

"Thanks," Ben grinned. "It's not Victorian, but I figured close enough. My sister made it for me for her last costume party."

"Cool," Sans nodded. "Oh, better stand back a bit."

He held out his arm, making Ben step back. They were standing in the shade of one of the taller decorative trees, but Sans noticed that the shadows were getting decidedly darker in one specific spot. Ben watched with widening eyes how the shadow began to move until it turned pitch black and a humanoid shape stepped forth.

"Ah, Sans," Gaster said. "I am not late, am I?"

"Fashionably late," Sans chuckled. "Gaster, this is Ben, Alphys' colleague."

"Always a pleasure to meet a fellow scientist," Gaster said, offering Ben a white hand.

"See you didn't bother to dress up," Sans remarked, while Ben shook Gaster's hand.

"Oh, how rude of me," Gaster hummed, glancing down at his black coat. As soon as he did the blackness moved and rippled, swirling loosely for a moment, before becoming solid again. Now he was wearing a black suit that looked decidedly Victorian, apart from the lack of colour.

"Show off," Sans chuckled.

"Gaster!" Toriel said cheerfully. "You made it."

"Of course," Gaster nodded. "What a lovely dress, Toriel. May I say you and Sans look like quite the couple."

"Thank you," Toriel smiled happily. She glanced at Ben, who was standing strangely still and asked: "Is everything alright with this young man?"

"What?" Ben started, he had been staring intently at Gaster, completely lost in thought. "Yes, ma'am, excuse me."

Gaster laughed softly as the young student ran off, dug a pen and a piece of paper out of his pocket and started scribbling. "A wonderful thing," he chuckled. "The scientific mind."

"Like I said," Sans snorted amicably. "You're a show-off."

More and more monsters and humans were starting to sit down now. Shyren was whispering with Napstablook, who had come out of the building accompanied by Nathan, Muffet, and Grillby. They were essentially the staff of the wedding, taking care of the music and the food.

"Dad!" Papyrus said happily, running towards his father and brother with Asriel close on his heels. "You are here! Come and sit down, the ceremony is about to begin!"

"Goodness yes!" Toriel said. "Come along, Asriel. You can ask Manny and Maddy to sit with us if you like. Providing their parents have not yet chosen a seat for them."

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0 hours to the wedding
Alphys and Undyne's dressing room

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Catty and Bratty had been peeking out at the ceremony space every couple of minutes to see if everyone was ready and seated yet. It looked like everyone had taken their seats now. There was a nice mix of monsters and humans and everyone looked excited. Papyrus, Sans, Mettaton, and Asgore hadn't sat down; they were standing to the sides of the ceremonial space at the end of the aisle. Shyren was sitting at the grand piano, nervously waiting for her cue. Everything was ready.

"Alright, Frisk," Catty whispered loudly. "Go!"

Frisk was going to go out first, signalling the beginning of the ceremony. Carefully, they checked if their hat was balanced correctly on their brown curls and smoothed their skirt one last time. With a bright smile on their face, Frisk turned round one last time to look at Alphys and Undyne. They were standing side by side, breathing deeply.

"H-how do we look?" Alphys whispered.

Frisk considered this. They looked excited and terrified at the same time. Undyne's face was a dark blue and her nostrils were flaring slightly as she breathed in and out. The scales of Alphys' face were a paler yellow than usual and she looked like she was about to cry, but in a good way. Instead of trying to say any of this, Frisk just raised their hands and signed:

*Perfect.*

"Then let's do this!" Undyne said and she linked her arm in Alphys'.

Bratty and Catty stood back, ready to walk out behind them, while Frisk pushed open the doors. They started walking, not looking back, but knowing that Undyne and Alphys were following them at a few paces. It was time for the wedding.

The wedding officiant was the first to see Frisk appear at the end of the aisle. She had taken the care to dress in a dark green that was close enough to the ribbon stretched above her between the two poles to honour monster tradition. Green was the colour of life and, while monster culture presumed that love and happiness were always present in abundance at a wedding, it was customary to take extra care to wish the couple long lives to enjoy them.

"Everyone," the officiant raised her voice. "If you would please rise…for the entrance of the brides."

All the guests got to their feet and turned around. There was Frisk, walking slowly, with a dazzling smile on their face. Behind them, came Alphys and Undyne.

They walked side by side, slowly and not shy about smiling at each other and the guests by turns. All eyes were on them and there was no sound but the gentle rustle of fabric in the wind and the soft notes of Shyren's piano playing.

Alphys looked blushing and lovely in her ruffly white dress. Her tail only just peeked out from underneath the back of it and Bratty and Catty walked behind her, making sure the hem wouldn't catch on anything. She wore a short gauze veil, more of a headpiece than a traditional veil, that was swept back so as not to hide any of her lovely face. In her left claws, she carried both her parasol and a wedding bouquet of nothing but lavender, tied round with a pale pink ribbon.

The white suit that matched Alphys' dress perfectly made Undyne look even taller than she really was. She wore neither hat nor headpiece, keeping her head completely uncovered. Her red hair twisted up and then tumbled down, still almost reaching her shoulders. She didn't have a bouquet, but she had a sprig of lavender pinned onto her left lapel, to match Alphys'.

The officiant waited for the brides to reach her. When they held still, Shyren made the notes of the piano fade away and for a moment, everything was silent. Then the officiant spoke slowly, but cheerfully. "Alphys and Undyne stand before you, united by nothing other than their love, and ask you all to witness them as they take one another as their life partners. This ceremony, joyous formality that it is, is meant to bless the bond that these two monsters share."

She paused for a moment to let the words sink in and then she continued:

"Please, face the woman you are about to marry."

Alphys and Undyne faced each other and Frisk quickly ran forward to take Alphys' bouquet and parasol from her. They ran back to stand beside Asgore, who was standing beside Papyrus at the right of the officiant. Mettaton and Sans were standing to her left, and Bratty and Catty were standing beside them. Alphys smiled at Undyne and she grinned back; the nerves that had been clearly visible on her face before were gone now. They weren't scared, they weren't nervous, right now they were merely waiting.

"Alphys," the officiant said with emphasis. "Undyne… Where your two lives once were separate, you have chosen to make them one. May you live your lives together in nothing but happiness."

Silently, Papyrus and Mettaton stepped forward and each took one end of the green ribbon that was hanging down the poles. Papyrus handed one end to Undyne, Mettaton handed the other to Alphys. Without saying a word, but with shining eyes and faces, they each tied their end of the ribbon to the wrist of the other. All the guests watched, the monsters intently, the humans curiously, as they finished the ceremonial knots.

"Alphys," the officiant smiled. "Do you promise to love and support Undyne today, the day after, and every day ever after?"

"Yes! I do," Alphys said, swallowing a gulp.

"Undyne," the officiant said. "Do you promise to love and support Alphys today, the day after, and every day ever after?"

"Heck yeah," Undyne said loudly.

Everyone that wasn't smiling already certainly was smiling now. Dogaressa was leaning against her husband and Ralph's eyes looked suspiciously wet.

"Then your lives are now one," she said solemnly. "No matter how far or how long your separation." With those words, she cut the ribbons close to their hands, leaving nothing but a bow around both their wrists.

A sigh went through the crowd and several people wiped their eyes, including Toriel.

"Would the witnesses come forward to sign the marriage licence," the officiant said, stepping aside.

Behind her there was a little table on which the marriage book was laid out. Alphys and Undyne signed, followed by Papyrus, Mettaton, Sans, and Asgore. The officiant checked their signatures, nodded, and gestured that everyone could return to their former place.

"The brides have decided to exchange tokens of their union," she said in a noticeably lighter tone of voice. "May I ask the bearers to bring them forward?"

Sans and Asgore stepped forward and pressed something into either bride's hands. Sans was grinning, but Asgore looked like he was about to cry. They went back to their places beside Mettaton and Papyrus respectively and the officiant prompted:

"Alphys, will you go first?"

Alphys held out a smooth silver ring. Undyne offered her her hand with the widest grin imaginable gracing her face.

"Alphys, what do you offer with this token of your union?" the officiant asked.

"All my love." Alphys shone. "Forever." Her voice didn't falter once.

She slipped the ring on Undyne's finger and beamed up at her.

"Undyne…" the officiant said and Undyne held up a delicate silver bracelet. "What do you offer with this token of your union?"

"Everything," Undyne proclaimed. "For as long as she'll have me," and she fastened the bracelet around Alphys' free wrist.

The officiant smiled, walked up to them and placed Alphys' left hand in Undyne's right hand. She raised her voice and said joyfully "Then I hereby pronounce you legally wed."

She let go of their joined hands and stepped back. Alphys and Undyne turned to face the audience, hands firmly clasped together. Even though they looked exactly the same as they had done a moment before, everything was suddenly different. They were married now and they looked so happy. A strange sort of silent sigh seemed to go through the crowd. It was a weird moment and nobody dared to break the silence, but everyone felt something should be done or said.

A light blue spear shot out of nowhere and whizzed across the newlywed couple's heads. The officiant was not the only one who cried out in fear. Startled voices and searching eyes went all round and finally settled accusingly on Doge.

"Someone had to do it," she said defensively. "And your mother would never have forgiven me if I hadn't!"

Everyone looked at Undyne. She couldn't speak for a moment and she looked back at her former colleagues. Undyne's mother had been nothing short of a legend to the guards and sentries of the Underground. Nobody wielded a spear like her; well, nobody except her daughter.

Undyne blinked furiously as she felt Alphys squeeze her hand.

"You," she began hoarsely. "You call that a salute? I am your captain!"

As one well-trained entity, all the former guards and sentries rose to their feet and saluted. Spears, axes, and knives materialised in their hands and paws. Undyne nodded at Doge and, with a triumphant voice, she barked:

"Long live the brides!"

"Long live the brides!" everyone cried and a swarm of weapons was propelled towards the happy couple, whizzing over their heads at relatively safe distance. A keen observer would have seen at least one bone attack among them. All guests cheered loudly and applauded.

"That's more like it!" Undyne roared, her eyes sparking with glee.

"Kiss!" someone cheered. "Kiss!"

"Yes!" Frisk laughed. "You haven't kissed yet!"

Before Alphys could respond, Undyne grabbed her and nearly lifted her off her feet in her enthusiasm. This time the cheers were nothing short of deafening.


Alright, this wedding got seriously out of hand. Because this was just the ceremony, the entire wedding reception is still to come! I'm really sorry but you'll have to wait a little longer for that one, I'm racing to finish it!

Shout-out to:

SalamenceRobot, who asked to see some of the smaller monsters, specifically Froggit in a top hat. There will be more small monsters in the next chapter!

Prettypup, you asked for Napstablook, Nathan the Nice Cream Guy, and Soriel. There was some in this chapter and there is more to come in the next!

My amazing beta BookishAngel, who made sure Doge ended up in this chapter and encouraged me when I was stuck.

TheWorldIsInMyHead, who named Frisk the Bridefrisk.

And many thanks to everybody who left a message sending the brides good wishes or presents! In the next chapter you'll receive a proper shout-out.

C.W. Thanks a bunch for the good luck wishes, I'm gonna need them! And I write so fast because I'm in an epic race against time!

Josh, I'm really glad you are enjoying the story and after the second wedding chapter one there will at least be 4 more normal chapters, 4 finale chapters and 1 super happy epilogue! :)

Lingy43, thank you so much for your kind words and I adore Undyne as a characters I really do. I hope you have great fun writing your own story!

Casper, thanks so much and of course the cake will be good! Muffet and Nathan worked very hard on it.