Charity had suggested that the news about the proposal should probably remain within the monster community for fear that the small-town locals might not react too well to same sex marriage.

Lucky they still didn't know that they were also monsters.

However, Undyne's excitement couldn't be contained, especially from here favourite townsfolk Edith who, after hearing the news one night at Grillby's, ordered a round of drinks to celebrate. If any of the other locals had any problem with it, they sure as hell didn't have the guts to say anything to the wide-grinned, one-eyed red head. The more positive side to Charity hoped that they were simply all just as happy for the two women as she and the other monsters were. Asgore was particularly choked up by the news and insisted that his former Royal guard and Royal scientist should have the ceremony back at the palace. To keep Edith and the other humans happy, Charity suggested that the reception take place back on the surface. Sans suggested the park would make a nice location. He exchanged a look with Charity who hid her grin behind her cup of tea. From the other side of the room, Undyne's eyes narrowed. No one had found out about their moment in the park. And, though nothing like that had happened again,nor wouldit-Charity reminded herself, the two of them still treated the intimate moment like an inside joke.

The wedding planning had also brought Charity and Alphys even closer. The little blonde's confidence blossomed over the coming weeks, her ability to interact with humans improved especially. She had arranged with the town hall for a Gazebo to be erected in the park all by herself, though did stumble over a few words on the phone. Muffet and Grillby offered to cater the event while Toriel attended the dress fitting. She had cried a little when Alphys emerged in a pretty, frilly number.

"I think that's the one!"

And when Charity gifted her a tiara similar to the one her favourite anime warrior princess wore, Alphys had sobbed happily for the entire trip home.

Between the different wedding planning events, life went on as usual and the anxiety of another attack ebbed further and further to the back of Charity's mind. So much so, that she took up her old love for painting.

After her dad helped her haul her old easel up the stairs and into her apartment, she set it by the window where the room got the most light. As she would paint, Papyrus would come by and scratch his chin thoughtfully. His interest in her artwork was flattering. She told him all about the different art movements throughout human history while Sans flicked through his science books. She told Papyrus she'd studied art at college, something he found astounding.

"I didn't realise there was so much more to art than drawing!" He declared after Charity had walked him through an extremely simplified explanation of Dadaism.

"And Sans always said Art was for baby bones!"

In the corner of her eye she saw the older brother flinch slightly. She narrowed her eyes at him, setting her paintbrush back into its pot.

"Oh did he now? Mr. Quantum Physics?"

She quirked an eyebrow, paint-flecked hand on her hip. He shrugged behind his book. She could tell from the way his shoulders bounced that he was chuckling. She would have found this annoying if she hadn't seen him spend a good 30 minutes studying her unfinished painting earlier that day. As she had watched him quietly through a crack in the door of her bedroom, she had smirked at his puzzled expression. Unlike Papyrus, who seemed to absorb the emotion of each brushstroke and the significance of each colour with ease, the older more analytical brother seem to have trouble making any sense of it.

It was only when she turned to them both one morning, paint smeared on her face and her hair in a wild bun, and declared that it was finally finished that she could help him see her intention.

"Wowie!" Papyrus exclaimed, standing at her right side, his eyes bright with admiration as they roamed the canvas.

"So er, what's it meant to be?" Asked Sans from her left. She could tell he'd been secretly wanting to ask that for a while now.

Smirking, she said simply "the view from our window."

Papyrus was nodding happily while his brother glanced from the canvas to the view in question.

"But...the painting looks like...rain?" He frowned.

This time it was Charity's turn to nod.

"But it hasn't rained in weeks?"

Charity grinned at him.

"Well..." she began, leaning over the sofa to pick up the book on Quantum Physics he had been reading, "don't your books suggest otherwise?" She tossed it to him.

He blinked at her, catching the book instinctively with those alarmingly quick reflexes.

"It's raining somewhere else." She said with a casual shrug.

And when he next looked from the canvas to the sun shining outside the window, she saw a wide grin spread across his face.

Another timeline, the same window, a different outcome.

Once fully dry, the painting was to be given to Undyne and Alphys as a wedding gift. The event itself was only days away and both those on the surface and those beneath it were buzzing with excitement. A part of Charity still felt saddened by the fact that monsters still had to hide behind their disguises to be welcomed, but she retained the hope that one day that would change. In the meantime, Papyrus' enthusiasm for his hair and muscles, kept her from worrying about the monsters' need to pose as humans for too long.

"Speaking of hair..." he mused on the morning of the wedding, "we must do something about yours finally!"

He rounded on his older brother who was still slippered and yawning wildly.

"Nope," He said simply, sliding onto the sofa with a cup of coffee in hand.

"What's the point anyway? We'll be in our monster forms for the ceremony."

Charity listened to their bickering from her room as she applied some makeup.

"Yes, but the party will take place here with the humans! You can't attend looking like that!"

There was a pause and Charity imagined Papyrus gesturing towards a bed-headed Sans. The silence that followed suggested he'd merely shrugged. The exasperated sigh from Papyrus confirmed this.

When she finally emerged from her room after sitting through more bickering about what Sans should wear, she was amused to find Papyrus carefully tending to a sleeping Sans' messy, white hair. He placed a finger to his lips when she raised her eyebrows at him, his other hand holding what looked to be a pot of styling putty.

When Sans finally roused and caught his reflection in the mirror on his way to his room, he simply grunted and stalked off to get changed.

Papyrus and Charity exchanged compliments with one another. He looked very smart in his bow tie and tuxedo. He was particularly pleased with how he got his blond locks to look and offered to fix Charity's up-do as she struggled with her pins.

Sans appeared from his room only moments before it was time to go. It had been a lost cause trying to get him into a tux, much to Papyrus' frustration. Luckily, he was at least out of his slippers. He wore the same white t shirt and shorts he usually was seen in but had swapped his blue jacket for a fur lined black one and his slippers for some black and white sneakers. Papyrus was happy to see that he'd left what he'd done to his hair alone. Although, it did look a little less tidy than when he'd first styled it. Charity thought Sans may have tried to return it to its naturally messy state but decided against it in case he hurt Papyrus' feelings.

"Well, I'd hardly called it fit for the palace," Papyrus grumbled as they headed for the underground. Undyne and Alphys were already there. Sans grinned, "c'mon bro, you look cool enough for the both of us." This statement made the younger brother puff out his chest and he made no further comment on his siblings's semi-casual attire.

Upon reaching the ceremony, Charity wasn't surprised to see that nearly the whole of the underground had attended. The great hall was full to bursting point. Gold and blue flowers decorated every corner and a slow, tinkling music floated quaintly through the air. Undyne was stood at the top of the room wearing her armour, a smiling Asgore at her side. Everyone was in their monster forms. When Undyne spotted them as they took their places next to her, Papyrus took no time in telling her how good his hair looked, or would look at the reception on the surface. He apologised for his brother's lack of formal attire but the beaming warrior woman was simply happy to have them by her side.

The ceremony itself was a simply, yet tender one. The monster weddings weren't exactly like those held on the surface. Although very similar, the main thing that differed was the length of the vows. The two women spent the best part of 40 minutes sharing they admiration and devotion for each other. Undyne's speech had been like an epic tale, full of passion and enthusiasm. Alphys spoke fast and thought her sentences lacked structure at times, her words were heartfelt and sweet. Papyrus wept like a baby at Sans' side. Luckily, the older sibling managed to keep his eyes open for the entire ceremony.

Soon it was time to take the party back to the surface. After bidding goodbye to those who chose to remain underground, the others ventured excitedly back towards the setting sun.