Farrah watched as Sans brought back more than she expected. Their connection and his leg gave him quick control.

Stephan was looking around himself, along with 'Leader Larry'.

"What the hell?" Leader Larry asked.

"Yeah, I figured since I was helping to save the world in my own way, I'd go ahead and fix the monster kingdom problem too." Sans held his hand out toward Larry, who started to run away.

Scaredy cat, the barrier wasn't even back down yet. It probably wouldn't last long though. It made sense that mankind didn't want to keep it open for long.

Sans had retrieved him again. "Leader Larry, Barrier. Barrier, Leader Larry." Sans also looked over toward Stephan who was just glaring at him. "Hi. I'm your partial son-in-law. Human side and monster side."

"Bullshit," Stephan corrected him. "There's no way Frisk would do that."

"Her name is Farrah now, Pops," Sans corrected him. "And, oh yeah. For awhile now. I've definitely been hitting that."

Farrah felt her cheeks light up. It was an intense moment, but still her embarrassment had to surface. Some of Frisk coming through with Sans saying that.

"In all kinds of ways like a rubber ball I guess in another timeline. Wasn't so fun for her, but I did her hair with it. Looks good, don't it?" He glanced back toward her. "I'll try a heart next time."

Sans. He was literally killing time for the-

The barrier appeared back into place.

"Hm." Sans moved over by Farrah now. "So. Barrier fell. Anybody got any ideas?"

Stephan stayed silent. Leader Larry went over to it.

"Touch it all you want," Sans told him. "You'll be fine. You're gonna need someone to join with you though. You and I, we won't mesh. Stephan isn't gonna mesh, trust me. And, if you touch Farrah, I'll live down here forever with her and I'll just kill you."

Leader Larry didn't seem half as brave anymore. "What do you want to open it?"

"Thinking the monster kingdom freed with our own land," Sans said. "A decent amount. Some will stay there. Most actually, we prefer to kind of hang around each other. Some will go off and forage in the world."

"Do you have paper for a contract?"

"Yeah, sure, a second." Sans took Farrah with him to go into his place and grab some paper. "You doing okay so far?"

"Felt like breaking out the whole monster kingdom too?" Farrah asked. "A little messy, but good idea. Everyone should be free."

"Yeah." Sans looked out his window. "He was the easy one. I don't know what the barrier will do with Stephan. I don't think it'll be as smooth."

"Frisk has to reach her father." Farrah looked out the window too. "I'll have to touch that barrier. Are your memories going to be okay around Stephan?"

"Since he doesn't know what's going on, I don't think he'll risk playing around with them. If so, he won't be able to bother yours. You aren't monster."

Sans moved them back toward the barrier and handed the papers to Leader Larry. "Okay, so better cover the basics. If you need any help, I'll help, but we'd start with some blood pacting over it so you might try and cover all the loopholes yourself."

"Fine, fine." Leader Larry was upset but he started the contract anyway.

Stephan stared at the barrier. "If I touch it, it'll kill me." He glared at Sans. "How the hell did you get the power to move me and that fast?"

"He wasn't kidding," Farrah stood up for Sans. "I did marry him."

"I also got her to birth a bone. Magic is strong with me," Sans warned him. "Best not to use any of your ancient tricks against your son-in-law."

"I'm not as dumb as the other one," Stephan warned him. "You aren't going to seal yourself in here forever just to keep me in here."

"Yes they are," Leader Larry disagreed with him as he handed Sans the contract. "There's no other way, only those two can do it with a kid in a few months. Don't bother them. Let them just get to it like jack rabbits and cut your losses."

Sans looked at the paper Leader Larry gave him. "Stable. Want something about being able to leave the kingdom too. Oh, and that nobody else has the right to rule over us. I think it's about a B. Make it an A paper." He handed it back to Leader Larry.

"I admit, it's a smart idea." Stephan gave them credit for it. "Entrapping me in here. I'm amalgamate, if I touch it, I die. It'll take a good three months to have a little skeleton. Another I suppose. How did the first batch break free?" He gestured to Sans leg. "That weapon?"

"My leg? Yep, I gave them all a leg up in life," Sans joked. "You know barriers though."

"Can't get out the same way twice." Stephan looked at Farrah. "You had to raise it to get me. How did you do that? It was way too close to the others leaving for it to be anything baby related."

Farrah glared at him. "Courage. Something you don't have."

Ooh, that got him. Stephan's eyes glowed a second. "I don't have courage? You think you know me?"

"I know you better than you'll ever know me," Farrah told him back.

"You touched the barrier."

"Which means it won't open with just my touch again."

Stephan looked at the barrier. "How?"

"A little help from her hub," Sans said next to him. "Tell me, does it suck being drained of most of your real magic being stuck with a human soul?"

Stephan growled. "I underestimated you some, but you are clearly underestimating me. I never said I didn't have any real magic."

Farrah felt him latch onto her, but she also felt the plastic wrap feeling again.

"Yeah, I figured you might have something like that." Sans had taken off the part of the bone Farrah had birthed and held it next to him like a bat. "That's why I think I probably got this big old thing over here. Did you forget?"

Stephan was angered. "To marry another monster's daughter simply to gain some power over it, it would have casted a death sentence upon you in ancient times. Not to mention creating a weapon too with her, sick freak."

"Hey, hey. Sick-Freak-Son-In-Law Sans, please."

Sans was pushing all his buttons. Stephan looked at the barrier. "I know you don't expect me to just wait here for months, waiting for you to bang on with my daughter to have a kid."

Sans shrugged. "Undyne's house would probably suit you. I technically could let you live with us, Pops. I've got a spare bedroom but I just don't think it'd work out real well." He looked toward Larry the Leader. "You . . . let's see. You'd probably be comfy in a hotel room up by Mettaton's."

"For three months or so?" Larry the Leader asked Sans.

"Oh, we aren't even, like you know?" Sans whistled. "Nah, not there yet. I'm not gonna rush her either so . . ." He wiggled his bony hand. "It all depends on the speed she wants to go on that, let alone how long it takes before she's ready to become a mom." He shrugged. "Could be a year. Could be five. How should I know?"

"I am not staying here five years!" Larry the Leader complained. "I signed that contract, even made it myself, and you aren't holding me down here that long!"

"Hey?" Sans gestured toward Farrah. "Even at the risk of the Monster Kingdom, I can't just rush my girlfriend into something she's not ready for." He winked at her.

Leader Larry groaned. "Are you trying to be romantic because now isn't the time."

"I kind of suck at romance so if I see a place to gain points for the future, I'll use it," Sans said honestly.

"Damn it. Frisk!" Leader Larry yelled at her. "Will you just get with your husband? I'll pay you afterward too. Here." He pulled his wallet out and flashed her some money. "Really. Just, get on with it."

"Hey, don't give my girlfriend money for sex," Sans complained. "What kind of person are you?"

"I mean, for you, not for me." Leader Larry looked back at her. "Please?"

Farrah stared at Sans. How long would he keep it up?

"You're magic protected her against the barrier." Stephan walked up to it. "You'll do the same thing for me."

"Well, gee, you could at least ask," Sans teased.

The teasing ended when he grabbed Farrah and put her hand back on the barrier with his. Stephan grinned at Sans, like he expected him to be shocked.

Instead, he and Farrah started to split apart.

Sans watched as Stephan started to split apart. It didn't feel right though. Chara and Frisk had separate into two. He saw a shadowy figure, an ancient monster that made Asgore look like an ant, and one person.

The person was probably Frisk's dad.

—

Frisk looked over at her dad. "Dad?"

He looked over toward her. "Frisk? What's going on?"

"Daddy!" Frisk got emotional. "It's you, it's really you." She looked at her hand. "We're opening a barrier. We're part of amalgamates now."

He stared at her longingly. "Frisk. I . . ."

She shook her head. "It wasn't you, don't think about it."

"I don't know how I could . . ." He looked beside him at the shadowy figure. "What is that?"

"Amalgamate, dad," Frisk said again. "It's part of you. You aren't you anymore. You would never hurt anyone."

He stared back at his hand. "What do I need to break out of this? Just let go?"

Frisk nodded, not able to say the words.

"How about you though? Are you okay?" he asked. "Frisk."

Frisk nodded again. "I'm good, dad. I'm good. I'm okay, I'm good here." She shrugged. "I kind of married a skeleton. It's hard to explain, but I'm okay. The parts of the new me. It's me and the person next to me named Chara, and Chara's good. She's really really good and . . ."

"Okay." He nodded toward her. "I just want you to be happy." He looked backward at Sans. "So? That him?"

Frisk looked back toward Sans. "Yeah. He's part mine." She waved with her other hand at him. "I know, it's weird to explain, but he's a good guy. I got good memories of him. The whole of me, it really likes him. Like, you and mom used to be."

"Wrap it up, Frisk," Chara warned her. "Sans can't keep it up forever."

Frisk nodded at her and looked back at her dad. "I missed you. I almost want to leave with you, but I can't. I'd tear someone good apart. In a way." She glanced toward Chara. "We're still living."

Chara nodded. "As Farrah."

"Right." Frisk looked back at her dad. "I love you, dad."

"I love you too, Frisk." He reached his free hand out toward her. "Don't worry about me anymore. I'll be . . ." He dangled for a little while. "I'll be okay now. You live your life however you need to."

Frisk tried to wipe her tears away. "Okay, dad."

He lifted his hand and disappeared, like he was never there.

But it wasn't over yet.

The ancient monster and the shadowy figure still remained.

"That's a good thing, thanks!" The ancient monster yelled toward Frisk and Chara. "Now that the idiot is gone, I can-?!" He kept his hand on the barrier. "Shit. I still can't take my hand off too? It's that strong?"

"Never underestimate barrier strength!" Frisk yelled at him. "Jerk. Screw you for killing me!"

"Okay, Frisk. Let me take it from here," Chara insisted as she jumped over her, still keeping her hand on the barrier. She approached between the shadowy figure and the ancient monster. "What Frisk actually meant to say is **** you. Go to hell and suffer for an eternity."

The ancient monster growled. "Do you have any idea who I am?!"

Chara sneered. "A bitch."

Sans chuckle could be heard in the distance.

"You'll think that. Once I figure out how to meld together correctly again, I'll even be even more powerful," he declared.

"Trust me. My husband might seem lazy, but he knows his shit," Chara informed him. "He pretended to be dying to get me to marry him. There's no shit you can do he won't be ready for."

"He can't do anything to me anymore. Frisk's father is gone. There is no more connection, I am hanging onto this by my own power."

"Power doesn't last forever, Moron, then what are you going to do?" Chara asked him. "Take the hand off and accept it."

"No. It's not over yet. I am coming out of this even stronger than before," he warned her.

The shadowy figure started to show up more.

Chara stared at it. "Oh. You're the Kris that ruined Sans entire career. I think you're up Sans."

Sans started to approach closer. Don't get mad. Don't lose your grip on the wives. Just talk. "Kris."

Kris. The thing that destroyed Delta Rune. The same annoying clothes. Same haircut. Same neighbor. He was hidden behind a mess of hair and didn't want to speak.

"I know you destroyed Delta Rune." No need to beat around the bush if he wouldn't talk. "I don't know how, but I know it was you."

Kris glanced at him. Barely. Then paid attention to the barrier again.

"You killed everyone. Everybody," Sans continued. "Your own mom. Your friends. Everyone that ever existed there. Why?" He prodded. "Why?!" He was starting to get angry. "I've lived out here in this dimension, trying to put it all together. How did some human little boy take out my entire dimension? Why rip apart everything I had ever known? For **** sakes you little shit, you even took out your own mom! What did Toriel ever do to you?!"

Kris looked at him again. " . . . Sans." He wiggled his head and looked back at the barrier. "A thousand thoughts. Drive through. I ripped my soul out to quiet it all but it doesn't work."

Not right. Sans stared at Kris. This thing, something was wrong. He kept his focus on his wives, but there was still something wrong. How did a normal kid do this? "How did you do that?" What did he mean by a thousand thoughts?

He showed up a blurry shadowy figure. Sans could see him now, but Kris still looked unfocused. Even the way he talked. He didn't like to talk much over in Delta Rune either. Pretty quiet. Real quiet.

In fact, this was the first time he even heard Kris' voice. Nah, it couldn't be. Toriel would never put her kid into a soul-gag, ever. Then why was he so quiet? Quieted the thousands of thoughts maybe? Why was he having thousands of thoughts? "Just tell me what you did, Kris."

Kris still didn't answer right away. "Can't. Know." Kris was beating at his chest in his other hand, like he was trying to rip out his own heart. "Can't stop the noise."

Noise? Human kid. Normal. Lots of voices. How could it even-? "Asgore."

That name made Kris look straight at Sans for once.

Yep. Asgore. How did I not . . . "What'd he do?"

"Nevermind, Sans, I'm taking over after all," Chara declared as she came toward Kris. "I've been feeling a lot off about you. Asgore. Something happened with him, right?"

Sans contributed. "Toriel left him. I know that, but I don't know why."

"He liked collecting things, didn't he?" Chara asked Kris.

" . . . eggs." Kris touched his forehead. "Eggs and pretty things."

"Yeah, pretty things. People are similar in your world, right, Sans?" Chara asked him.

Right. If Asgore was collecting human souls here . . . "He wouldn't have a reason to."

"Collectible eggs pretty," Kris said. "Walk. Fall."

"Sans," Chara instructed him. "Back away, Sweetie, this isn't just Kris."

"I don't. I don't. Even. Remember." Kris looked back at the barrier. "Where are my slippers? Why am I not in the hospital? Mom, are you still visiting? Where's my brother? What's going on, I'm not in my bed?" While Kris spoke, the echoes of voices that weren't his fell out of his mouth.

What was that? Sans watched Kris. Those were voices of young girls mixed in with different boys too. There even sounded like a couple of adults in there.

"Hey, Hon, I already said back off," Chara warned Sans. She looked toward Kris. "He liked pretty human souls. He still kept them somehow, didn't he? You aren't Kris. You're a container of souls."

Sans watched as four other human souls besides Kris suddenly moved to the wall. What?

"He probably injured himself," Chara said. "Asgore cares about his human kids, but not really others. He probably brought Kris toward his collection, knowing they'd join. Poor kid is just a cacophony of souls. See the way he wanted to rip out his chest? He was trying to rip out the extra souls."

"Then Kris was never Kris when I met him." Kris had already been transformed. A human melded with a bunch of souls? Amalgamates was a blending of parts of souls. Full souls shoved into one?

Asgore probably didn't know what his project did to him, he just thought it saved him. Not only that, but combining what those voices said with what Asgore was actually capable of. "Chara? You think that Asgore was collecting the fallen from a nearby hospital?"

For his pretty collection.

Sans dimension wasn't destroyed by a single evil spirited kid, it was destroyed because Asgore liked the pretty collections of souls. It'll never happen again. This is my home. No one will kick me out of my home again.

He heard Kris screaming now. It looked like the memories were invading their minds. More than that though, the ancient monster himself was getting worried.

"Don't move!" It urged the souls. "Don't do it, if you do it, we'll all die! We all continue to live as long as we are together!"

These souls though were good souls. Sans watched them, one by one, take their hands off the barrier.

Kris looked toward Sans. " . . . sorry."

Sans did the only thing he could do. "Don't sweat it, Kid. It wasn't nobody's fault. Sayonara."

Kris smiled at him before he faded away.

Only the ancient monster soul had his hand on the barrier.

"Everything's gone, give it up," Chara warned him. "Kris is gone, Frisk's dad is gone, it's over. There is no one else to join."

He was getting weak too, Sans could see it.

"I am eternal! I am forever!" the ancient monster yelled. "I can't die!" he screamed before the barrier lit up.

And blew everyone back.

—

/The Other Timeline/

Sans watched as the entity that killed everyone showed up to him. He read it and was surprised to see a lot about it. A lot. It was apparently his wife and he'd beaten it . . . 999 times.

999 times. Did it never stop? It looked tired out. It's soul felt tired out. It had purple eyes again, instead of blue or red.

"Hear me out. Don't. I won't hurt anyone." It looked sincere.

"I think that's the voice of something that just wants me to give up because it can't beat me."

"Let me move backwards. I will not mess with you."

Nope. "1000. Don't think I have to say anything else."

Yep, he tested it. His magic bounced her around real well. She didn't want to fight back either. He stayed still long enough to give her a free shot. "Come on. Put some soul into it."

She just bowed down on the ground. No, no. He was beyond that. He scooted her straight over to him and stood her up.

The spirit in her eyes were still saying she wouldn't fight back. "Remember, Sans. I love you. When I am me, I will never fight you."

Strange response. He almost ended it but? Well. "This constant fighting isn't great for either of us. I won't let you win, but I can't keep this up either. Spending the rest of our lives like this is a real-?!"

Nevermind. Her eyes turned red and she started to fight.

He matched her, blow for blow. He could easily kill her, but it would just start over again. How could he break this endless chain?

As she scooted right by him, he managed to knock her off target and landed on top of her. She was on the ground breathing hard.

Breathing real hard. It seemed to remind him of something. Something with Papyrus . . . a name. "Farrah."

"It took a Farrah amount of time to remember me," she said. Her eyes were back to purple. "Hi, Sans."

Ohh . . . "What have I done?" He helped her back up and held her tightly. He just needed to stay in the space with her long enough to jog the memory. "Farrah."

"Your brother was supposed to marry me," she teased. "Had to beat him to the punch?"

Aww. "I'm sorry." Soon, they were bound to forget again too. What could he do? "Farrah? Can I mark your soul?"

He could read her soul like calculations. If he physically put some real calculations on it before he forgot . . . something that he could read.

Red eyes is fight. Blue eyes is fight. Purple eyes is nice wife. Don't hurt your wife.

"I don't know how well it'll work, but I think I'll think before-" Sans didn't get to finish his sentence before red flashed in her eyes again.

—

At round 1200, Sans and her were now finding it easier to remember. It didn't change the fact they were still trapped and were bound to forget.

But it did make them treasure there moments together.

"Hey purple eyes," Sans flirted. "Missed you, even though I don't know you. Word on your soul is you're my nice wife somehow." There's only one way something would be carved like that in there. He did it. He wished he knew more.

She looked at him strangely with a small smile. "I hate to fight. I'm glad you know that."

"I got these in the middle of the battle. Just in case you showed up." He had some flowers from Asgore's garden. "Wish I got more of a chance to get to know you." He brought her closer. "Before your eyes turn red."

How? How did some poor wife of his get stuck inside some evil creature? He didn't finish as he just pushed his tongue toward her mouth.

All he really knew, is that if he carved that on her soul, he must really care. He could feel it. He didn't even know her, but somehow his bones thumped whenever he saw those purple eyes.

She reacted just like a wife would too. She didn't mind his action at all, she relished it.

He smiled, trying to figure it out. "So how is it I got a nice wife inside a freaky evil entity that kills everyone? That's not real fair." He stared at her a little longer. "Oh yeah, another timeline." His cheekbones turned blue. "Hey there, Farrah."

She smiled with her own blush. "Hi, Sans."

"Hey."

"Hey."

"So. I got a crazy idea. You want to be a guinea pig?"

—

It took several more times of fighting, memory trips, impromptu makeout sessions, and jogs to the lab until Sans found the answer with her. To change her chemistry enough. Since she was already connected to Sans, he would use the precision of his magic to give her part of his leg bone placed inside. "This should work. When it does, I am going to make up for all this. I'll marry you like humans do too. It's only right."

"It's a different timeline. Will we remember any of this?" Farrah asked.

"We might or might not, but it doesn't mean I'll break that promise. I've got an ass named Asriel that'll owe me."

"Are you sure about this? I know if things go bad, you can take care of me. But. Are you sure you should risk it?" Farrah wasn't so keen about the idea. "You're putting your life on the line with this plan. If you even see it in time if you forget."

"I'll see it. Once I figure out how the hell and why I would put my leg bone in you, I'm sure I'll figure it out," Sans assured her. "We'll be okay. Besides. If it takes staying in the Underground forever just to keep you and everyone safe? Then so be it." He winked. "Does this give me brownie points for later on?"

"Making sure every monster is safe, and putting your life on the line, just to stay with me." Farrah hugged him as she watched his finger gently move around. "Be careful. I've never had such a big bone placed in me."

Sans chuckled.

—

Back to the right timeline . . .

Sans moved around. That blow from the barrier jogged his memories some. His guesses were mainly right. He didn't remember everything. Not much at all, but the constant fighting and flirting that took place mainly in judgment hall.

Moments between him and Farrah mainly, those stayed with him. He got up and looked for Farrah. That had disturbed his magic around her for a few seconds. "Farrah?"

"Here." There was nothing to worry about. Sans had put so much magic on her being careful at the barrier, she still had a sheen of sparkling blue around her. "I'm okay." She looked around. "He's completely gone."

Yeah. Kris, and all those souls shoved into him.

"How do you feel?" Farrah asked him.

"Well enough to make sure Leader Larry isn't going too far," Sans said as he froze him in his tracks. He looked back toward Farrah. "It was never Kris' fault. It was more Asgore's fault for collecting fallen souls, but . . ."

"It wasn't really his either," Farrah agreed. "I should speak with Toriel."

"Mmm." Sans wasn't so sure about that.

"You're her Son-In-Law by 85 percent," Farrah warned him. "Asgore is your Father-In-Law too."

Ooohh . . . he didn't need those reminders.

"They can't bump you or Papyrus off, you are not only relation, but essentially possible next in-"

"We can close the door on that next word," Sans warned her, but he also got the hint from her wink she just gave. "They let me and Papyrus live, in exchange for nobody knowing I married a loooot of Chara and could be their next king. Good job." Even with a timeline threat, who would want Sans to be king?

Bleh. Still. It'll be nice not having to watch my back all the time with him anymore.