The huge gazebo was already full of friends from the surface by the time the monsters arrived, back in their human forms and ready to receive the newly weds. Undyne and Alphys were the last to arrive and entered to the sound of applause. Alphys blushed so deeply she was almost the same shade as the roses that decorated the inside of the tent. Fairy lights danced in everyone's eyes and the inviting smell of a BBQ and sweet punch drifted on the light, summer breeze.

Once everyone was fed and the punch bowl needed refilling for a third time, a round of speeches was in order. A short but sweet one from Papyrus, another epically recited spiel from Undyne and a lovely one from Asgore that brought on a lot of tears. Even Toriel looked touched as she discreetly dabbed her eyes with a napkin.

As the evening turned to night, Alphys took everyone by surprise by getting onto the stage with a mic in her shaking hand.

"E-everyone!" She spoke, flinching at her own amplified voice, "everyone. I'd like to m-make an announcement-"

However, before she could even utter the first syllable of said announcement, the subject of that announcement burst forth from the curtains behind her in a dramatic cloud of smoke and lights.

"Well helloooo Darlings!"

Charity's face pulled into a bemused smile. The character that had just strutted onto stage was the most flamboyant person she'd ever seen. He had the sleekest complexion that seemed to glow beneath the colored lights, the thickest jet black hair that bounced with every movement and the brightest ensemble of clothing that she'd ever seen. Those boots.

"Mettaton!" Papyrus cried in delight while the humans looked on with bemused faces.

It turned out that Alphys had spent time reworking his outer body to look more humanoid. More skin-like. Considering he was a robot, Charity thought his appearance was uncanny to that of an airbrushed Popstar.

"The wonderful Dr Alphys has invited yours truly to be your entertainment for tonight! So without further ado..." The robot struck a glamorous pose, pink heels clicking beneath him, "let's get this party started!"

Mettaton's upbeat music and Grillby's cocktails soon got people onto the dance floor. Charity found herself dancing with Muffet while Undyne spun a green-looking Alphys around beside them. It was only when Charity mercifully suggested that they perform the human tradition of throwing a bouquet of flowers did Undyne relent her vigorous dance routine to let her new bride do the honours. After regaining her balance, Alphys took the flowers Asgore handed to her and wobbled onto stage.

Mettaton counted down into the mic while women, including an already twice-married old Edith, gathered on the dance floor with their hands stretched skywards in eager anticipation.

"2...1!"

Alphys threw the bouquet in a surprisingly high arch. It missed the chandelier by inches and soared over the crowd of snatching hands. As Charity watched it fall, she held her breath. The roses plummeted towards a lone figure sleeping peacefully on one of the couches. As they threatened to land straight on to his lap, however, the bouquet suddenly changed course and flew straight towards the bar. Luckily, it had happened so fast that many of the cocktail-fuelled revellers assumed it to be a trick of the light or a gust of wind. But Charity had seen the roses glow blue and Sans wave a hand casually across his face. He hadn't even opened his eyes but she knew his left iris must have come ablaze beneath its lid.

He did open them a few seconds later, however, when the sound of his younger brother's angry yell sounded. The rogue bouquet had struck Papyrus straight in the side of his head, knocking him sideways. Charity held back a giggle as she wandered over to Sans, her eyes still watching the scene at the bar unfold.

The shocked younger sibling had fallen quite hard into the person next to him, who in turn had spilt their drink.

"What the-" Papyrus had spluttered, then as his eyes caught sight of the person he'd bumped into, his voice seemed to hitch.

"Oh, I'm so sorry miss!"

The young girl looked shocked, but as she processed what had just happened, her face split into a bewildered smile.

"Did the bouquet just hit you?" She laughed.

Papyrus looked slightly flushed.

"Well, yes. Yes it did." He eyed the puddle of spilt beverage on the bar. "So sorry! I should get you another drink!" He looked nervous and Charity exchanged a bemused glance with Sans who shrugged.

The young girl at the bar waved a dismissive hand.

"Don't worry about it! I wasn't a fan of the flavour anyway." She proceeded to mop the puddle up with a fistful of napkins.

"I didn't get your name?"

Papyrus looked startled for a moment.

"Oh, well yes. I mean no! My name is Papyrus, Papyrus the-" Charity winced, But luckily he'd caught himself just in time. She heard Sans chuckle quietly.

"Papyrus the?" The girl continued, her lips twitching a smile.

"Nothing." He gulped.

"Papyrus the nothing?" The girl clarified, her brow raised in amusement. "That bouquet must have hit you real hard, huh?" She grinned kindly at him as she patted his arm.

"Here, lemme get you a drink. I think you need one more then me."

The scene made Charity's heart melt. When she made a sound of delight as she watched Papyrus and the girl strike up a conversation as Grillby handed them both new drinks, Sans had sighed.

"What's the matter, bud?" Charity smirked. "This was all your doing." She sank into the soft cushions next to him.

"Nothing. It's just nice to see him making friends."

Charity smiled as she nodded in agreement. The two at the bar were now laughing openly, the bouquet of roses still at their feet. Charity and Sans were both thankful to see that Papyrus hadn't yet flexed.

As the night went on, Charity alternated between the bar, the dance floor and the couch. The cocktails would give her enough courage to dance with Undyne then she'd have to sit down for at least 20 minutes til her feet stopped hurting. When she finally decided to take off her heels, she turned to Sans with a smirk. "Will you dance with me now?"

The last time she'd asked him, he'd told her that there was no chance he'd be caught dancing, especially with a girl who towered over him. But as she tossed aside her 5 inch heels, his face still didn't looked convinced.

"C'mon! Now we're almost the same size again!" She was still a few inches taller than him barefoot.

He grunted a laugh as she tugged on his arm.

"Absolutely not. Ask Papyrus."

Charity rolled her eyes towards the bar where the younger sibling still stood talking to the pretty raven-haired girl.

"And scare off his new friend?" She quipped.

"Yeah. I guess you are pretty scary."

She knocked her shoulder perhaps a little too roughly against his. Grillby was being generous with his measurements of alcohol tonight.

"Too cool to dance huh, buddy?" She teased with a mock glare.

"Absolutely."

Charity scoffed through a small smile.

"Suit yourself."

But as she got up to leave, a cool sensation enveloped her hand and it shot out in front of her. She was dragged towards the dance floor by her own, glowing fingers then she was spun on the spot. As patches of blue appeared and disappeared across her hands, waist, hips and back she was tilted and spun this way and that, laughing all the while. Luckily, the dance floor was so busy with bodies and lights that no one seemed to notice the odd scene. Although, some of the monsters looked on with interest. When she was finally dipped into an uncomfortably low pose as Mettaton's song struck its final note, Charity saw Sans grinning at her with his left eye aglow. With a final swipe of his haloed hand, she was snapped back upright, hair strewn across her face and the strap of her dress slipped from her shoulder.

After their strange telekinesis-tango, she and Sans ventured outside to get some air-mainly for Charity's sake. The dewy grass welcomed her sore feet and the crisp night air cooled her flushed face.

"Remind me never to ask you to dance ever again," she said as she sipped her glass of water. Alcohol didn't seem too tempting after her moment on the dance floor.

"Heh. I thought your moves looked great," he said with a wink and a shrug. "You didn't even fall once."

Charity snorter a laugh. "Honestly, if you'd have dropped me, I'd have had to up your rent."

After their laughter died down, they slipped into one of their comfortable silences. Charity couldn't help but remember that the last time they'd sat together like this in the park, she'd stolen a kiss from him. And he had returned it shortly after. She fought back the temptation to chance a look at him, secretly hoping that he was thinking the same. But his eyes remained skyward.

"It's a clear night out," he said conversationally, his light eyes scanning the patchwork of constellation above them.

Charity tilted her head back as a light breeze lifted the locks of hair that had flown loose from her coiled up-do.

"Sure is."

The music from the tent filled the void in their conversation. Even without looking behind her, she could identify Undyne's loud laughter and Papyrus' eccentric tone for conversation over the pounding bass line.

"Hey," Sans quipped suddenly, and his hand wrapped gently around her wrist.

"I wanna show you something."

And without warning, the air in her lungs caught and her vision went black.