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NEW YEAR FEVER
Mettaton just finished helping Snowdin library clean, decorate, and reorganized the books on the shelves.
"Thank you so much, Mettaton EX. Here, I may not have any money to give, but I have some chocolate that my daughter bought for me. Take some," smiled the old librarian lady.
"Oh my! Chocolate is very expensive! I can't take any," squabbled Mettaton.
"Nonsense. I have way too many for just little old me. You would be doing me a favor by taking this much off my hands," said the librarian.
"Well, if it would be helping you, I would love to take this much. I know! I'll give some to my friend, Frisk!" smiled Mettaton.
"That sounds lovely," smiled the librarian.
Mettaton held out her hand and revealed 5 pieces of chocolate.
"You bought chocolate and you're sharing some with me?" asked Frisk.
"No silly. The nice librarian insisted I took some chocolate so I decided to share half with you. Besides, you deserve these since you're the one helping me make friends with the underground. Seriously, walking around is so different but in a good way! Monsters stop just to wave and smile, and I do the same back. It's really nice," said Mettaton.
Frisk smiled. She was really happy she was able to help Mettaton.
"Anyway, since I'm still in a working mood, do you need help decorating the house you and Sans will be moving back into? You guys should really move the rest of your things over so you can get in there," said Mettaton.
"As long as you're not busy, we would love the help. Sans is moving the rest of the things over tomorrow, and then we will be able to say good bye to this apartment," said Frisk.
"Alright, darling. Well, I'm going to go buy New Year's decorations and head over there then. You guys are going to love it!" squealed Mettaton.
Looking out the window, Frisk couldn't help but smile. She could see decorated buildings for miles. Mettaton went all out to help the underground decorate for the New Year. Frisk taped up the last box with their remaining things in, then stood up to go to the room. Sans was in there, walking back and forth from the portal that lead right to the house.
"Last box?" asked Sans.
"Last box," confirmed Frisk.
She tossed him the box which he caught, and he tossed it through the portal.
"Wanna just go back now rather than wait for tomorrow?" asked Sans as he breathed heavy from the exercise.
"Sure," said Frisk.
Frisk helped Sans take apart the bed, and together they carried the pieces through the portal. Sans swooped Frisk up with his magic and together they laughed. Frisk pretended to swim through the air. Sans jokingly threw some bones which she dodged effortlessly.
"Sans! Put the human down!" yelled Toriel.
In shock and disbelief Sans dropped Frisk, causing her a rough landing.
"Toriel! I, uh, it's good to see you?" nervously laughed Sans.
Mettaton came out of Frisk's room wiping her forehead. She doesn't sweat but she likes to pretend to act like a normal monster. When she noticed Toriel, she bowed down deeply.
"Hello Queen Toriel!" cheerfully greeted Mettaton.
Toriel softened up a bit.
"Hi, Mettaton EX. It's nice to see you in such high spirits. How's Papyrus?" asked Toriel.
"He's doing good. He's been keeping busy since we had a game room installed. I even made a game where he can fight against Sans. I called it the Bad Time Simulator," said Mettaton.
Frisk smiled. Mettaton is literally the only other monster who knows of the Genocide route since Frisk told her about it. She had made it into a game for Papyrus to play.
"Oh yeah? What does he think about it?" asked Sans.
"He said 'if my brother was this active, his sock wouldn't be in our mansion's living room! Highly unrealistic but fun to play'," said Mettaton in her best Papyrus imitation voice.
"Oh Paps. If only you knew," thought Sans.
Frisk noticed his behavior and pat his back. Toriel, upon seeing up close how affectionate they are to each other, no longer feels happy for them. She now just feels slightly creeped out. Toriel had gone on dates with Sans before. So seeing him with someone else makes her slightly jealous, but not enough to stir her heart strings. But for him to fall in love with her adopted human child was just a little bit too much, mostly because she sees Frisk falling in love with a nice monster boy her age.
"Sans, I never would have thought you to be the type to love children," said Toriel.
Sans felt a sense of "wtf is she going on about now" as he arched a socket up higher than the other.
"Of course I love the kid. She's like family to me," said Sans.
"Come on, you know what I mean. You aren't stupid are you? After all, I see the ring you gave her. The same one you would have given to me if it had worked out. So because you couldn't have me, you lust after my child?" asked Toriel.
She knew Sans wasn't like that, but she wanted to make him squirm.
"Tori, you broke it off with me. I loved you once, but that was until you broke my heart. Even though you're the Queen, I will always keep it one hundred. I fell in love with Frisk, yes. But this love isn't physical, like ours was. This love runs deep in our hearts, stirs our emotions. I literally felt sick when I first tried to deny my feelings for her. Tried to tell myself it was immoral and wrong. But the voice in my skull asked me what about it was wrong. I wasn't touching her. I was only lightly flirting with her, as she was me. This love isn't one sided. For once, it's a two way street whether you move on or not," said Sans.
Toriel sighed.
"I know. Can you blame me for wanting to stir you up a little?" asked Toriel.
"Mom, are you mad I love Sans?" asked Frisk.
"A little, but not for the reasons you think, dear. Every mother's wish is for their child to be happy, of course. I just can't help but feel you could be so much happier with a nice monster boy who's your age so you guys can grow together and learn new things together. Sans is a catch, and compared to you, he is much more experienced. But he has chronic depression. That's one of the reasons why I left him. It wasn't because I didn't love him, it was because he was unhealthy for me. I have a lingering feeling he might be unhealthy for you too. Honey, I'm not trying to make him sound like a bad guy, but what if you're just a rebound? A piece of me since he can't have me so he takes the next best thing?" said Toriel.
Sans felt like he had been stabbed through his ribs with her accusations. But now, he wondered the same thing. Was he subconsciously trying to hold on to a piece of Toriel? He remembered the night she broke up with him. He worried Frisk and Papyrus when he came home and didn't eat anything. He just went straight to his room to lay down and cry. The ring he was about to give to Toriel, he hadn't had a chance to even take the case out of his coat pocket before she uneasily broke it off with him. The breakup was hard for Toriel too since she was in tears as she said what she said. When he went to his room to cry, he had heard a knock on his door.
"I'm not hungry, Paps. I don't feel well," Sans had said.
"Care for a family member to come in and talk to you?" Frisk's small voice had said.
Sans sighed in defeat.
"Come in, kiddo."
The door opened, revealing a growing 13 year old teenage girl. The way she looked that night, dressed up as a girl for once. Frisk came into his room and sat down on his bed since there was no where else to sit. Frisk had a crush on Sans for a little while now, but flirted with him in small ways that were too subtle to pick up at first.
"What's wrong?" asked Frisk, her voice sounding a little weak from being embarrassed to be in Sans' room.
"Well, Toriel told me our relationship wasn't working out anymore. It hurt us both pretty badly since she was crying too," Sans said, his voice a little weak from the lump in his throat.
"I'm sorry. It's hard when you lose someone you love. But, Papyrus and I will be here with you. We love you very much," Frisk smiled.
Sans shakily had reached out to her, but before he did anything he said-
"C-can, can I hug you? I just need a hug right now."
Frisk nodded slowly, and he wrapped his arms around her, pulled her close, and subconsciously sniffed her hair. But the one thing her hug did for him, was heal his wounds slightly. His eye sockets went wide with the thought that maybe Frisk was a rebound. He already felt like a sick old man who loves a child, but now he felt like a sick, twisted old man for loving a child as a rebound to her mother! But one thing he knew for certain, is when he looked at her, he didn't see Toriel. When he heard her speak, he didn't hear Toriel. When they hugged, she never felt like Toriel. He subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief when he knew that he loved Frisk for being Frisk. Not for being Toriel's daughter.
"You're wrong, Tori. First of all, Frisk makes me so happy that my depression rarely comes out. Plus, being a full time teacher and constantly grading papers helps distract me from it as well. Also, about that rebound thing, that's really harsh, especially for you. What mother says that to her own child? A loving mother would be supportive. Just because a relationship doesn't work out with you doesn't mean I'm not compatible for anyone else. I love Frisk for Frisk. Not for being related to you," Sans said sternly at the last part.
Toriel shrunk back at the realization of the horrid things she had said.
"Frisk! I wasn't implying anything bad about you I swear! I'm not perfect. I make mistakes. Just know that I slip up sometimes because I love you and I want what's best for you," apologized Toriel.
Frisk looked up, looking determined.
"Thanks mom, but Sans is what's best for me," said Frisk.
"If you both feel the same way about each other, I won't interfere, and I won't protest against it. You have my blessing, Sans. Treat her as if she's a limited edition of a bottle of ketchup," said Toriel.
"I'll treat her like she's the only bottle of ketchup left in the world," winked Sans.
Toriel smiled and thought, "you better."
Then another thought crossed her mind and she blushed a little.
"No sex until you guys are married! Understood?" lectured Toriel.
Frisk turned a brighter shade than Grillby was.
"Mo-om!" shouted Frisk in embarrassment.
Sans, also blushing, cleared his throat a bit and said, "This love we have isn't physical anyway. We both decided to wait until marriage which won't happen until her 21st birthday. What's a wedding without wine? Also, what's a wedding if the bride can't partake in the wine? Know what I mean?"
"Oh boy! Sorry for embarrassing you both, but please keep in mind I embarrassed myself as well! I definitely approve of your plans! Okay. Bye now!" said Toriel as she kept her eyes averted the whole time and practically ran out the door.
"Gotta love moms, huh?" laughed Frisk.
Sans grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close. She was blushing furiously, especially since Toriel had mommed them both on no sex. His eyes went half lidded, and he was about to kiss her on the mouth until he pulled away laughing.
"You naughty girl! You were going to let me make out with you! We can barely hold hands without people freaking out, ha!" laughed Sans as he rolled on the floor.
"What?! I didn't say anything because I was shocked you were going so far so soon! We were going to have...my first kiss on our wedding day!" Frisk said.
"We are going to have your first kiss on our wedding day. But right now you look like a fire hydrant!" guffawed Sans.
"It's weird to think, that when we do kiss, it'll be your second, but my first," Frisk said a little disappointedly.
Sans felt sad for her, but knew he couldn't change the fact that he and Toriel had shared a kiss before. He knows how Frisk felt since it was Toriel's over a hundredth kiss, having had so many other kisses with Asgore when they were married.
"Frisk, I know how ya feel. It ain't a pretty feeling. But, I won't leave you. So, for me, it's an honor I get to have my second kiss with you, and hopefully so much more until the day I die," Sans said softly.
"What if I reset? That way you would have your memories of me and know not to go with Toriel. So that when we get married, it'd be both of our first kiss?" asked Frisk.
"Kiddo, resetting over a kiss is a little kiss-diculous. I've been in your same shoes. Knowing we'd have to go through years to get back to this point will frustrate me to no end. If anything, it might even backfire. The reason why Toriel is okay with you dating me is because she had a chance to get to know me by going out with me. If her and I hadn't gone out, she's have my head! I would be forever known as the old skeleton who was a pedophile," explained Sans.
Frisk hung her head. Shortly after they declare it will work in front of Toriel, something so small is already nagging at Frisk.
"I'm tired, so I'm gonna go to bed first," said Frisk.
She sounded so broken.
"Hey kid, do you know what I do when something bothers me and there's nothing I can do to fix it?" asked Sans.
"What?"
"I talk to my friends about it. Even if they don't know what I'm talking about, having ears to listen to you feels great sometimes," suggested Sans.
"Thanks, Sans," slightly smiled Frisk.
That night, Frisk had a nightmare.
Frisk walked down the aisle in her wedding dress, her face veiled and she was holding a bouquet of golden flowers. All their friends and families were there. Sans was at the front in a tuxedo, smiling like a goofy skeleton at her, which brought butterflies to her stomach. The priest began talking.
"You look gorgeous," Sans whispered.
"Thank you. You are so handsome in that tux!" gushed Frisk.
"Not too shabby eh? Your ex was really kind and helped me pay for it. He's really come around," said Sans.
"Ex? Who are you talking about?" Frisk asked, confused.
"Heh, good one. You've fallen so hard for me you forgot the man you were married to and had a kid with," chuckled Sans.
Now she was really confused.
"Do you, Toriel, take Sans to be your husband?"
Frisk hadn't heard him call her Toriel.
"I do."
"And do you, Sans, take Toriel to be your wife?"
That was when Frisk heard it. She whipped her head towards the priest.
"I'm not my mom!" she protested.
"Your highness, you surely are not the former Queen. You are the current one, Queen Toriel. Your ex husband is in the crowd, looking at you in concern. Same as your child," said the priest.
Frisk looked over to the crowd. There Asgore was, sitting down with... Frisk?! Frisk's copy was in a pink dress with a flower in her hair. She walked up to herself.
"Mom? Are you okay?"
"H-how are you here talking to me if I'm Frisk?!"
"Mom, this isn't cool. You're freaking out at your own wedding! Now hurry up and give Sans his third kiss already."
"Third? I was supposed to be his second!"
"You were also his second, mom."
"I'M NOT YOUR MOM! I AM YOU!"
Sans unveiled her and held up a mirror.
"Tell me, Toriel. Do you look like Frisk at all?"
She screamed in pure shock and agony as the face she saw in the mirror was Toriel's.
Sans shook Frisk awake, and she bolted upright, still screaming.
"Frisk? What's wrong? Why were you screaming?" Sans asked.
"Y-you called me Frisk? Am I really Frisk?!" Frisk asked, shaking Sans.
"Of course you're Frisk!"
Sans grabbed a hand held mirror and put it up to her. It was true. She was Frisk again.
"Oh my goodness, thank the Heavens!"
"Frisk, what happened?"
"I had a dream I was my mom. Everyone kept calling me Toriel, even you did," said Frisk.
It was the truth. Just not the whole truth.
"I want the full story."
Sans was smirking and had crossed his chest.
"Not the time, Sans. I'm tired and we only have a few more hours until we have to wake up," nervously said Frisk.
Sans cuddled against her.
"Uh, what're you doing?" asked Frisk.
"Holding you. I'll stop if you tell me what happened," said Sans.
"As a matter of fact, it feels good to be held. Good night."
They eventually fell asleep again. When they woke up, Sans had grown a bit taller. He was now 5 inches taller than Frisk! She already had a thing for taller guys. Add that to the glasses, which she carefully hid, he would be unstoppable with her. But, good thing she hid them.
"Frisk? What happened to my glasses?" Sans asked, his voice very accusing in a playful manner.
"I don't know. Honestly, if your skull wasn't attached you'd lose that too. Well, we better go," said Frisk.
"We're not leaving until I find my glasses," said Sans.
"Um, you mean you're not leaving until you find them. I'll just go to school and tell the principal you're playing hooky," said Frisk.
Sans grabbed her arm and yanked her back towards the wall. He had her pinned against the wall and he was looming over her. Her heart melted.
"I mean what I say, Frisky," Sans winked.
Frisk struggled against his grip on her arms. She couldn't let him see her get so flustered over just his height! He leaned in close, but stopped centimeters away from her mouth. He did but didn't want to steal her first kiss right then and there. It would be fulfilling, but cruel.
"Do we really have to wait until we're married to kiss?" Sans whined.
"Yes!" squealed Frisk.
Sans arched a bone brow at her high pitched answer.
"Then, I hope this will do for now."
He turned her face to plant a lingering kiss on her cheek. Slowly, he trailed kisses down the side of her face to down her neck. He stopped right at her collar bone.
"It seems I don't need my glasses to make you like this. I finally have a leg up on you," winked Sans.
Frisk kept her eyes shut. Blue saliva lingered from where he planted messy kisses on her. He wanted to leave hickies, but that would have been going too far. Using his sleeve, he wiped her face and neck. He walked to the door and opened it up.
"When you're done hugging the wall, let's go," said Sans.
Frisk opened her eyes and she walked out the door, keeping her head down.