Whole Family For Christmas
Chapter 1.
Here we go, Christmas.
At Grillby's new bar on the other side of town, bustling with human and monster patrons, Sans was sitting at the counter, watching the clock. Finally, after a good while of waiting, a brown-haired, human, young man took a seat at the bar next to him.
"Hey." the young man said.
"Hey," Sans replied, "you have any trouble finding the place?"
"Nah," the brown-haired man replied, "just...had to get away."
The young man in question was Mettle Thole, the biological father of Frisk.
"Wow," Mettle said, looking around, "this is definitely the nicest bar I've ever seen, then again, it's not merely a bar, I suppose."
"So," Sans pressed, "about the invite?"
"I think I can make it," the young man affirmed, "I will make it."
"All right," Sans voiced, "Frisk will be thrilled."
"Will he?" Mettle responded awkwardly.
"Well, yeah," the short skeleton told him, "after Thanksgiving, Frisk said he wished you could've been there, he hasn't stopped talking about you, wondering how you're powering through the holidays, so, we figured it'd put him at ease if you came over for Christmas."
The human man was silent for a moment.
"Isn't Frisk...happy with you guys?" Mettle asked warily.
"Yeah, seems to be so far," Sans answered, "absolutely full of life."
He glanced at his phone, then looked at the human man again.
"Don't you wanna see Frisk again?" he quizzed.
"I've been dying to see him again," Mettle expressed, "but, if he's enjoying his new life so much, I don't see why he'd still be thinking about me."
Sans stared, bewildered, at the young human man.
"You...though that just because Frisk now has new lawful parents that he'd just completely disregard you?" he probed quizzically.
Mettle shrugged as he stared at the wooden counter.
"If no one has told you by now," Sans offered, "Frisk is about as altruistic as a kid...as a person can get...if you thought he'd just put you out of his mind...you're purely mistaken."
The human man could only look on raptly.
"So," Sans informed him, "Christmas Eve, party starts at 4 p.m., I'll text you that day to make sure you don't forget."
Mettle, still in awe nodded in response, to show that he had comprehended the information.
There we go.
I assure you, the following chapters will be much longer.