Twelve years have passed since Frisk fell into the lives of her closest friends and now family. She had great friends, great parents, and...a secret love interest? Five. Five long years since Sans had realized something. "I...I think I love her." But there was another problem at hand. "But I can't be with her. I know she wouldn't reciprocate." (F!Frisk x Sans; Frisk is 23 here :3)