Valentines Day.
The name made Frisk feel sick to their stomach. Rather, it would have, if they were separate. They weren't even sure if the fusion had a stomach. Or a heart. Or internal organs. Or even a brain. That was a weird thought. The only organ they had for certain was skin. They had some muscle too, namely their tongue, but both their skin and tongue could be made of magic for all they knew.
The cause of said possibly-metaphorical stomachache was caused by the previous experiences the human had.
Valentines Day was the day their parents had met... And the day their father liked to remind them of the mistake they were. Remind them that they were the reason that their mother had passed.
Not only that, but it seemed to be a day that Frisk's peers absolutely loved to torment them for their pronouns, the fact that they weren't a boy or a girl, the fact that they weren't 'normal'.
And then the fact that they were an 'animal fucker' apparently, because of their monster family was just another little cake topper. The horrible things said to them made the human sick, and anger bubbled up within them if they thought to hard about it.
In all, Valentines Day just put a bitter taste in Frisk's mouth.
And Sans felt Frisk's resentment towards the holiday deep in the fusion, no matter how hard Frisk tried to hide it.
Not that Sans was a fan of the holiday either, no. The strange rabbit that seemed to live at Grillby's would always seem to get more wasted than usual, making remarks at the skeleton that just made him plain uncomfortable. To add to that, the bunny would sit in front of Sans' house for hours on the day when he still lived in Snowdin. It was creepy. Really creepy.
But, being the masters of hidden emotion that Frisk and Sans were, Saris managed to put on a happy face for the holiday, watching their friends' antics.
Mettaton spent the day aiding ol' king Fluffybuns in wooing his ex-wife. Asgore knew that she didn't need wooing, but rather time to cool off, as they were soulmates and would end up back together eventually, but Mettaton wouldn't hear any of it. Their relationship was mending already, and, according to the robot, "today is the day that you and Toriel get back together. I can feel it!"
Saris was responsible for ensuring that the flamboyant star didn't break anything with his efforts, as assigned by Toriel herself. Mettaton had tried something like this every year since the barrier broke, and every year countless belongings ended up broken, and that wasn't counting Asgore's bones.
Saris, using their magic, had prevented the boss monster's plummet from a high ladder, the shattering of three vases, and the burning of both Toriel and Asgore's houses so far, and it wasn't even twelve. They were so ready for this day to be over.
They were even more ready when they found out about Undyne's plan for Alphys; Undyne was going to purchase cosplays of one of their favourite anime couples, and have her and Alphys cosplay as them. Or, that's what they understood from "Alphys' favourite couple is gonna cosplay today," with a wink, and a thumb pointed to herself. Undyne made no sense half the time, so they didn't question it. But, much to their horror, Undyne wanted Saris to take part in it.
But, unable to tell their friend 'no', they found themselves being shoved into their room at Papyrus' house, blue skirt in hand.
"this is stupid," Sans grumbled in a rather childish way, "i don't get why we can't just go back to tori's and forget that today's a holiday."
"You think I like this? I just wanna help Undyne out," Frisk retorted aloud, slipping into the skirt.
"at least blue's a good colour," Sans mumbled before allowing their fused conscious to take control once again as they continued to put on the cosplay.
Their feet, they discovered while undressing, were both made of bone, and were bone up until just past their knee, where it just started to be skin. And, oddly, it didn't even look strange. It looked natural.
They skeletal hand was bone all up the arm, and turned to skin at the shoulder, following suit. Natural looking. One thing was odd, though. The fusion had ribs overtop of their skin. No where else on their body had bones on top of skin. They shuddered a bit.
After getting over their odd body, they finally finished putting on the cosplay, complete with a gold tiara with a blue gem in the center.
"aaaand we look dumb. i refuse to be seen like this. i have a status to maintain."
"What status is that?"
"my lazy, selfish guy status."
"Haha. C'mon, Sans, we're gonna be late. Just teleport us to Undyne's place."
Sans grumbled something inaudible, as magic bubbled up inside of them, and in what could only be described as a blink from reality, the two found themselves at their favourite fish's house.
Pulling one of Sans' spare jackets around them tightly with a purple blush heavy on their face, Saris was about to knock on the door, when a clawed hand grasped at them and pulled them inside.
"You're here! Finally! And-" Undyne couldn't hide her laughing fit. "Ahhh man this is great! Pfffft I'd've never thought I'd get Sans of all people to wear a skirt!" she was practically crying of laughter now.
"Wait... Undyne... Where's your costume?" realization hit Saris like a brick, and a sick feeling washed over them as Undyne flashed them a mischievous smile.
Oh this was great. Just. Great. Embarrassment flooded through them, and their face heated up. Gods oh gods why did they agree to this?!
"U-undyne, I'm h-here! W-what did you ne-"
Fuck.
"Ohhmygoosh Undyne w-what did- Y-you d-did- Ahhh!" Alphys was... Fangirling? Her face resembled a tomato, but she was squealing. What was all that about?
"Undyne, what the hell is this?" Saris growled to the fish under their breath, their face a bright shade of purple.
"I told you. I was gonna get Alphys' OTP to cosplay," she replied nonchalantly, a shit-eating grin on her blue face.
Her OTP? What did that stand for again? Olive topped pizza? What did that have to-
Shit.
Shit.
Shit.
It was one of Alphys' anime terms. 'One true pairing'. And... They were it.
"I... Need to g-" they cut themselves off, a sudden realisation dawning on them as their purple blush only seemed to grow stronger.
"You've been writing fanfictions about me...?!"
Oh gods, now they understood Alphys' interrogations. And what Alphys meant when she said she was going to write about her 'OTP'.
Now it was Alphys' turn to be flustered beyond belief. "N-NO! I-I-I... They're a-about u-um... F-frisk a-and... S-s- uh... S-snakes! Yeah! Hehe... Snakes..."
"oh gods alph, what the hell?! you know i- it's- that i-" the fusion's face took on a blue tint now, as opposed to the normal purple blush, "i'm leavin'. don't pull me into this shit anymore."
Sans was pissed. It was rare that Frisk actually heard him curse, since it was reserved for when he was especially livid. Or shocked. And Frisk felt that neither they nor the fusion would be allowed control for a bit.
Teleporting back as quickly as possible, Sans noticed that the clothes that had been left on the mattress were gone.
"goddamnit, papyrus, did you really have to do laundry today of all days?"
'I have some spare clothes at mom's house,' Frisk mumbled quietly inside the fusion.
"right," he responded simply, before blinking into Frisk's room.
Unfortunately, most of Frisk's clothes were too small for the fusion, and taking the fact that they were taller than the human into consideration, it made sense.
The only things that ended up fitting were Frisk's suits that they wore to official meetings. Just great. But it would have to do, Sans figured. It struck the monster as odd, however, that a suit that was tailored to fit Frisk exactly also fit the fusion perfectly.
He left the suit jacket behind, and quickly ran out of the room, looking for signs of the extravagant robot who was most likely 'helping' Asgore still.
And they found no such thing.
Oddly enough, not even Toriel was in the house.
"shit. where the hell is everyone?" he cursed under his breath, before realising how long he had been in control. He relaxed, letting the fused mind regain control.
Only to have the fusion in full-on panic mode, sprinting around the small house in search of the female boss monster.
"Shit! Where is she?!"
Sweat was beading down their face at this point, and they rolled up their white sleeves to their elbows as the sweat was making their arms feel uncomfortable.
"Wait... Papyrus... I didn't hear him at home... Shit!" they practically screamed, teleporting to the skeleton's house.
Wasting no time in running inside, they were met with an entirely dark house, making their heart stop. They were sure that the lights were on when they left!
"Papyrus?! Pap? PAPYRUS?!" the fusion couldn't contain their fear, though it was prominently Sans' driving the fusion.
Saris ran all throughout the house in an attempt to find the tall skeleton. Checking both his room and Sans', the closet, the sink...
To no avail.
Collapsing onto the wooden floor, the fusion allowed sobs to wrack through their body. They were almost positive they were overreacting, but they didn't care.
Until Frisk's phone buzzed, that was. It buzzed twice quickly, then once more a second after. That meant it was Papyrus. Their heart stopped again for a moment once more.
Scrambling to grasp the small phone in their clammy, mismatched hands, the fusion was breathing heavily. They unlocked the phone too see a simple message sent from the tall skeleton's phone.
Papyrus: toriels house.
Geez, that didn't terrify them at all. Papyrus was the kind of person who always sent texts in complete sentences, proper punctuation, spelling, grammar, all the goods. And something small like that text was enough to set Sans wild inside the fusion. Blue magic, as opposed to the fusion's normal purple, enveloped Saris, and they quickly found themselves inside the ex-monarch's home.
"T-toriel? Papyrus?!" they called, praying silently for a response. They just wanted everyone to be okay... Sans was worrying so madly about his brother, which was driving the fusion close to insanity. An exaggeration? Maybe. But either way, it was almost suffocating.
"My child?" Toriel's voice rang through the house, and the fusion nearly cried in relief.
The padding of paws told Saris that the boss monster was walking towards them, and they allowed a smile to cross their features. Toriel was okay. So Papyrus was okay, right? A warm paw gripped their cold shoulder, and shivers coursed through Saris' body.
They looked up, only to be greeted by Toriel's smiling face, and, to their surprise, Papyrus not far behind, smiling giddily while rocking on his heels excitedly.
"Child, you... Er, Sans and Frisk, always seemed so upset on this holiday, so Papyrus and I decided to give you something," Toriel simply put, before stepping to the side, revealing a small box of chocolates, a bottle of ketchup, and a tin of pie, "you like these things, do you not?"
Neither Frisk nor Sans had a better Valentines Day. And, oddly, their fused state only made it more enjoyable, filling them with warmth and determination.
AN-
so yes i was busy all day today, so i hope you all had a good valentine's day! i just kinda spent it like any other day, with the exception of exchanging cheesy tumblr valentines with my friends. but i wanted to put out a valentines day chapter just because i thought it would be cute. i apologise. it turned out different than i thought it would but i just kinda went with it.