"Sans..." A knock hit across his door, but he was clenched together, bones too stiff to get up. He then muttered, "The door is unlocked, Tori."
She opened the door, and sat on his bed with him, "Sansy... What were you thinking?"
"I just wanted to make Asriel happy..." Sans replied, "I actually like the kid, and I don't want him to become an evil flower again..."
"I understand, Sans," Toriel said, "But he needs time, you can't just force this on to him. You need to go easier on him. Maybe you need to try to talk to him about this."
"I don't know what to say," Sans replied, "I've been practicing for months..."
"Well, I'll give you time to rehearse," Toriel said, setting a dummy in front of Sans and putting Asriel's striped shirt on it, "He's taking a shower right now, so this would be perfect. Have fun rehearsing!"
"Thanks for the help, Tori," Sans replied, looking at the dummy, "Hey Asriel, what's up buddy chum pal? I know this is hard to deal with. You're attached to Asgore, I get it, but you can see him every other week, not like you won't ever see him again. I'm gonna try to be a good stepfather, you just gotta try and get along with me here. We're friends, okay?" He took a bottle of ketchup out of his pocket, starting to gulp some down, "C'mon Azzy, wanna do cheers?" He then grabbed the dummy's arm, and placed mustard in it, then saying in an Asriel voice, "I love you, Sans, you're the greatest stepdad ever." He then hugged the dummy, "Oh Asriel, I'm so glad we can agree on this!"
At the spur of that moment, Asriel went into the room with no shirt, but he had pants, "Sans! Why do you have my shirt on a dummy again?! Why are you hugging the dummy?! Is this a joke?" He ripped his shirt off the dummy, then realized his shirt was ripped, "GREAT JOB, SANS! THIS IS YOUR FAULT!"
Toriel walked by them, a bin of laundry, then she looked inside of Sans' room to see Asriel yelling at him again, before storming out. She dropped the bin of clothes, "Asriel." He huffed, ignoring his mom completely.
"Asriel, honey," Toriel said, placing her hand on his shoulder, "Please... Don't be like this."
"How else am I supposed to be?" Asriel yelled bitterly, "I made an effort to live with you and DAD! Not you and SANS."
"I know, I know," Toriel said, "But please..."
"He ripped my shirt!" Asriel yelled, pointing at Sans, "That monster ripped my shirt!"
Toriel sighed, feeling herself break at his comment, "Asriel, go to your room, please..." She picked up the shirt and clenched it in her hands, "Sans, I expect you to tell me the truth... What happened?"
"I was just practicing with the dummy, then Asriel saw it and thought I placed the clothes on the dummy AGAIN." Sans said.
"Again?" Toriel asked.
"Yes, he caught me practicing before..." Sans said, "So he ripped his shirt off the dummy this time, and accidentally ripped his shirt. Don't be mad at the kid, please... I'll pay for it to get stitched up. I got my paycheck last week."
"You have a job?" Toriel asked.
"I do," Sans said, letting Toriel place the shirt in his hands, and then bend over and kiss him on the head, lightly, "I know the best tailor around here. Sure he can fix it!"
"Thanks for the help, Sansy," Toriel said, warmly, starting to exit the room, "I gotta get the house ready for Alphys's big surprise. Undyne and Mettaton are gonna come help in an hour, and me, the kids, Undyne, Mettaton, and Papyrus will make sure everything is ready for our favorite scientist! Your job is go get the shirt sewed for Asriel, you can handle that, can't you?"
"Of course I can, Tori!" Sans said, running past Toriel and running out the door.
