Trigger Warnings: Mentions of physical, mental, and verbal abuse.
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A pained hiss flew out of dry, cracked lips as Lynn's body twitched at the sound of a door shutting. The woman stifled a whimper and curled into a ball. Tommy was gonna hate how she looked at the moment and she knew what the price was for not looking her best for him. He hated looking at the bruises blossoming over her skin and she would be in for a good berating for not covering them up.
"-GREAT PAPYRUS HAS RETURNED WITH OUR LITTLE HUMAN!"
Lynn's body jerked again at the shouted words, recognition and pure relief clearing out any dregs of sleep fogging her mind. Tears pricked at her eyes as memories came flooding back. She was safe, for the first time in a long time. She didn't have to worry about always appearing her best and walking on eggshells in fear of 'punishment' These wonderful people have taken her in like she belonged. It was a wonderful feeling.
"HOW IS SHE?" Lynn's heart stuttered at the worry in his still-loud voice. Shame filled her and she clutched at the soft comforter. She doesn't deserve his worry.
A sigh was heard, barely audible through the wall. Concern and pity laced Toriel's voice as she replied, "Not good. There are more bruises over her body. She hid a lot of them under layers and layers of makeup on her face, neck, and arms. This has been going on for awhile to be hidden in such a way."
"HOW DID SHE GET THEM?" Lynn buried her head in shame and mortification. Why does the world need to know such personal things?! Now her one and only tentative friend was going to look at her with the same pity that Toriel does! She doesn't deserve their pity or help or kindness! Least of all their kindness.
There was a pause and an exhale. "Her ex-boyfriend. From how she acts there was more done than just physical hurt."
Her heart stuttered at the anger lacing those words. Was it really that obvious..?
"SOOO..." Confusion dripped with every syllable of Papyrus's voice. "LYNN WAS... DATING SOMEONE?"
"Yes." The patience in Toriel's voice told Lynn that this happened often. Despite herself, Lynn found her lips twitching in amusement as he continued.
"AND THAT SOMEONE... HURT... HER?"
There goes the bit of humour she had. "Yes."
"BUT, ACCORDING TO MY DATING BOOK, IT CANNOT BE A DATE IF THEY WERE NOT FRIENDS!" Lynn snorted. Oh gods, he had a book on this? She thought those were hoaxes!
"I... I do not know the circumstances behind it Papyrus. You would have to ask her yourself. I do not think she would appreciate that right now."
"YOU'RE RIGHT! WHAT ELSE HAPPENED?"
Lynn buried her face into her pillow for the rest of the conversation. Toriel described what happened when she accidentally touched her burn scar. It was strange hearing someone describe what happened in detail and not know what was going on in her mind. The monster also commented her surprise at Sans for bringing her back to the present and getting her to calm down again. Toriel summed up what happened after and Sans's abrupt departure. What Papyrus had to say about that caused Lynn's heart to stop in shock and confusion.
"I THINK HE'S BEGINNING TO SEE THAT SHE IS A GOOD PERSON." There was the sound of shuffling bones and Papyrus's voice took on an uncharacteristic contemplative tone. "HE DOESN'T LIKE SEEING ME LIKE... THAT. OF COURSE, I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, IS TOO COOL TO BE HURT FOR LONG!
"I DON'T KNOW WHEN IT STARTED, BUT HE HAS BECOME VERY PROTECTIVE OF ME. I THINK IT MIGHT HAVE TO TO WITH THE FACT THAT HE HAS VERY BAD NIGHTMARES. BUT HE KNOWS A GOOD PERSON ON SIGHT, JUST LIKE I DO!"
"So," Toriel quietly concluded, understanding clear in her voice. "He is at war with himself. He sees Lynn as a threat to your safety, but is slowly realizing that there is a lot more than what meets the eye. Her expressing her desire to know him better flipped his view of her upside down and he doesn't know how to react."
"EXACTLY!"
Lynn lay, wide-eyed at the revelation. Her own confusion coursed through her veins. How can these people find such redeeming qualities to her? Qualities that she herself doesn't see. How can the person she almost killed turn around and tell her that she is a good person and show her that he wants to befriend her? All her life she has been told that she isn't good enough or that she is lacking somehow. Now there are people that are telling her that she is good. She cannot wrap her mind around it.
With a tired huff, Lynn sat up and bit her lip as her body throbbed as one. Closing her mind to her pain, Lynn slowly crawled out of bed and changed back into her clothing. The rest of her clothes were in her truck and she had no desire to retrieve them quite yet.
The woman sat on the edge of the bed and leaned back on her palms. As undeserving as she is, the feeling of solitude was welcome. She was very thankful towards Toriel for allowing her this opportunity to have her privacy. This... kindness... is something she's just gonna have to get used to, she supposed. At least until they got tired of her bumming around...
With a weary sigh, Lynn stood, stretched, and wandered over to the curtained window. She gently pushed the light cloth aside and watched monsters of all shapes and sizes carry on with their day. Her lips twitched as a frog-like monster hopped across the dirt path and engaged in a conversation with another with croaking voices. Letting her eyes wander now, Lynn examined several half-finished buildings that dotted the landscape. It seems Toriel's house was one of the only to be completely finished.
Lynn stood there and observed the town for a long while before a gentle knock startled her out of her musings. She turned and smiled softly at Toriel's familiar face peeking around the door. The monster returned the smile and shuffled in, hands cradling a plate bearing a slice of steaming pie filled with some kind of meat.
"Sleep well, my child?" Toriel asked softly and Lynn answered with a half shrug.
"Better than normal." Lynn's eyes darted to the food and her mouth started watering. "Dinnertime already?"
"Yes, you slept through lunch." Toriel chuckled lightly at Lynn's sheepish expression and offered the plate. "It's snail pie. You are welcome to eat with Frisk and I in the dining room if you are feeling up to it."
Lynn's hands jolted and she barely managed to save the plate from an unfortunate run in with the floor. "I-I don't wish t-to intrude on your family time..."
"Nonsense. You are a guest and always have a place at my table if you wish it."
"..." Lynn had no words for that. She looked into Toriel's open, gentle face and all she could do is smile in gratitude.
"I-I... may take you up on that offer... at a later date."
"Of course." Toriel smiled in that motherly way of hers and turned to leave. "I hope you like it, my child. I will be back to collect your dishes."
"T-thank you."
"You are very welcome."
Lynn watched Toriel shut the door after her with a soft click. The pie's tantalizing scent grabbed her attention once again and the woman shuffled over to the desk to eat. A feeling of vulnerability had her scooting the chair into the corner, only easing when she could see the entire room from her vantage point.
"Never had snails," she muttered to herself, poking the filling with her fork. She shrugged and cut herself a generous amount. "Well, here's to a new life. Bottoms up!"
"Lynn?" Toriel poked her head around the door and smiled when she saw the woman at the window again and the plate scraped clean. "I take it you liked the pie."
"Yes I did." Lynn gave her a sheepish smile and handed the plate over to Toriel. "Thank you again..."
The monster chuckled lightly and glanced at the empty plate. "There is more in the kitchen if you are still hungry."
An excited spark lit up in Lynn's eyes before she reigned it back in. "I... I'll probably have some more... a little later."
"Alright. Is there anything you need..?"
To Toriel's surprise Lynn's cheeks darkened slightly and the woman diverted her eyes to the floor nervously.
"M-maybe someone to... to keep me... company..?"
Toriel's smile was soft and understanding. She could see that something else was bothering the young woman and decided to push just a bit.
"Would you mind terribly if we moved out into the dining room? I have to wash the dishes and make sure Frisk does not sneak into the cinnamon-butterscotch pie I have cooling."
Lynn looked nervous and her hands fluttered about her midriff. Toriel waited patiently as Lynn came to a decision.
"I-I guess it would be... good... to get out of the room for awhile." Lynn took a deep breath and her face hardened in a familiar expression. Toriel's soul jumped slightly at the determination on the woman's face, years blurring before her eyes and she thought she saw Frisk looking back at her. A startled blink cleared that away and she covered her lapse of attention with a gentle smile.
"It would. Come and we will get you something to drink. What would you like?"
"Do you have anything with caffeine? Coffee? Tea? Cola?"
"I have some tea. Would you like some?"
"...Yes please."
Lynn eased out a relieved sigh as the beginning throbs of a caffeine headache drained away. The heat of the tea felt wonderful on her calloused and scarred hands and the smell sent pleasurable tingles down her spine. The sound of dishes clinking in the sink and water sloshing around soothed her and her lips lifted in an amused grin as Toriel hummed under her breath.
From the other room the sound of the TV could be heard along with the occasional giggle from Frisk. It seemed like a game show with that robot monster... Mettaton or whoever. Whats-their-face had come onto the public scene shortly after the monsters revealed themselves with Frisk advocating for them.
Lynn remembers watching the breaking news from the TVs they had at the cafe. She remembers the customers thinking it was a huge hoax and expressing disbelief at the entire thing. When more news coverage came out and it was proven without a doubt that this was real she remembers many snide comments and jokes from the people she served. For her personally it was quite irritating and depressing. If this is the reaction that people have towards these 'new' monsters, then what would happen when it was discovered that they've been coexisting all this time?
"Lynn," Toriel's gentle voice startled her out of her thoughts and she turned a lopsided sheepish grin towards the monster. "Are you doing well?"
"Yeah. This tea is really good. What kind is it?"
A weird expression flitted over Toriel's face at the question, her eyes going distant and sad. Alarmed, Lynn made an attempt to backtrack.
"I-Is it a secret family recipe? I'm sorry, I-I didn't k-know-"
"It is nothing you did," Toriel cut her off, shaking herself out of whatever funk she was in and gave Lynn a small smile. "I am an old lady and worry over nothing. The tea is... a favourite of mine. It is made with a golden flower we have growing in the Underground."
"A-awesome. It-It's really good. Thank you." Lynn released a shaky, relieved sigh. She didn't overstep her boundaries and she was safe for another night.
Toriel sat across from her, a plate of cinnamon-butterscotch pie in hand. Lynn waited patiently as the monster took a bite before voicing the first of her concerns.
"U-um, am I really... allowed... to stay here..? I-In this town, I mean." Lynn stared down at the amber tea, gently swirling it around in the human-sized mug. "I-I'm sure what I-I did has already circulated the town. I-I don't want anyone to feel... unsafe... around me, ya know?"
"That... is a legitimate concern, my child." Toriel's voice took on a contemplative quality. "However, the only solution I see, without you going back to... wherever you came from, is for you to stay here."
Fear wrapped around Lynn's heart and she shook her head wildly. She'd do anything to keep from going back there! Tommy would straight up kill her for daring to leave him!
"I can see that is not an option for you either." Toriel's voice pulled her back from those thoughts and Lynn shot her a grateful look. Toriel met her look with a serious one. Equal parts of trust and sternness swam in those chocolate eyes and Lynn was instantly reminded of how a queen would look.
"You are going to have to prove you are not a threat and build up trust." Lynn nodded, expecting that answer. Toriel looked her up and down and her expression softened some. "I know you do not mean any harm to me or to these people. Papyrus and Undyne, to an extent, do too. The rest of the monsters do not."
"I know," Lynn murmured, rolling the mug in between her hands. Her teeth pulled on her bottom lip as she contemplated her next answer. "Believe me, Sans made the consequences perfectly clear last time I was here. Hurting more people is the absolute last thing I wish to do. Is there any way for me to prove myself to these people..?"
"Hmmm... Well, I can ask around to see if anyone needs any help finishing their homes..." Lynn perked up, her eyes sparkling with reluctant hope. Her fingers gripped the mug a little tighter, as if they could contain her excitement.
"I-I have some experience in construction." Lynn's fingers fluttered on the porcelain. "In the I-Iraqi War... one of t-the human wars, my platoon's mission was to-to help the people rebuild after the-the war destroyed their homes."
Toriel looked intrigued but refrained from prying more. Lynn was feeling too eager and hopeful to really notice. Her fingers tapped on the porcelain mug and she seemed to wiggle in her seat like an energetic dog. The sight brought a smile to Toriel's face.
"Well, it seems that we have settled it. You will work with the people here to get these homes built and, in exchange, you will have a home here."
"Yes! I'll get started first thing tomorrow!" Lynn's eyes were sparkling in newfound hope. She leveled a wide grin at the goat monster and was practically glowing in excitement.
"A-are you sure, my child? You are still injured..." Lynn glanced down at herself and gave a dismissive wave.
"I've survived worse." Toriel's eyes darkened in anger and Lynn realized how that sounded given what the monster knows. The woman debated a moment on correcting herself but decided to let it go. There's no need to complicate things even more.
Toriel gave Lynn a thin-lipped look and glanced at the clock, features morphing into one of shock. "Oh my! Look at the time! It is almost midnight! Where is Frisk?"
Lynn turned around in her seat to get a good look at the couch. A soft smile lifted her lips when she saw the child curled up and sleeping rather soundly. With a soft cluck of her tongue, Toriel got up and carefully scooped her up into her arms.
"I will speak to everyone," she whispered and Lynn nodded.
"Thank you. Good night."
"Good night Lynn."
Lynn watched as Toriel carried Frisk out of sight and allowed her smile to widen. Butterflies flittered in her stomach and she reveled in the feeling of being excited, something she wasn't allowed to feel in a long time.
Finishing her tea, Lynn washed out her mug and retreated to her borrowed room. She quietly padded her way across the dark room and peered out the window and into the night. Well, what was night for everyone else. Ever since she'd been bit, all those years ago, many of her senses were heightened, including her night vision. Night for her now was like looking at the world lit through dense clouds.
Lynn sighed as she felt the half moon rise in the east. That was another thing that changed; her ability to sense where the moon is at at all times. She supposed that it was a good thing. She could gauge with accuracy just how much time she had before becoming an animal.
A shiver ran down her spine at the thought and she dropped the curtain, turning her back to the peaceful forest night. That was no place she wanted to go right now. She moved towards the desk and turned the lamp on with a click. The wan yellow light blinded her and she spent the next few seconds blinking tears out of her eyes.
With an amused huff she sat down at the chair and carefully pulled open the first drawer, discovering a spiral bound notepad and several pencils and pens. Curiosity beat out her sense of privacy and she flipped the notebook open. Nothing. She flipped to several more pages and discovered the same thing.
"Well, no need to let a perfectly good notebook go to waste."
Lynn dug around for a pencil that felt nice in her hand and set to writing down what had transpired the last few weeks. Keeping a journal was something she'd grown used to in the military, where it was encouraged to keep a 'war journal'. She found it helped her keep her mind focused on what needed to be done and kept her sane. It felt right to her that she kept this pattern up now that her life had, once again, drastically changed.
The moon was a quarter through its journey through the sky when Lynn exhausted her writing muse and flipped the book shut. She'd filled several pages with her experiences, thoughts and raw feelings and now she felt she needed to stop for the night.
Lynn looked around for a place to hide her journal. She had no desire for anyone to read what goes on in her head. After a bit of examining potential hiding places and weighing the pros and cons, Lynn decided to move the desk out half and inch and hid it behind there. She insured that only a little bit of it was visible so she could find it again and flopped into the bed. Not even bothering to undress, mainly because it would be weird to in a strange house, she crawled into bed and allowed a light doze to take over her.
The first rays of sunlight peeking over the dense trees was what woke Lynn. A weary sigh escaped her lips and, with great effort, sat up. Her body throbbed as one and Lynn took a moment to reexamine her injuries. Some of them were starting to turn green and the oldest ones were pretty much gone. She dropped the hem of her shirt and, with a groan, stood up and stretched.
Lynn took a moment to test the air of the house. So far no one else in here was awake, though she could hear others shuffling around outside. With an impatient sigh, Lynn bounced on the balls of her feet for a moment before scooping up her pack and heading quietly out the door. The woman moved silently though the house and padded outside. She closed her eyes briefly, enjoying the chill of the morning, and retraced her way back to the cabin. If she was going to be working today she would need her truck and a change of clothes.
Lynn paused when she got to the clearing and carefully examined the area for anything out of place. Nothing seemed to be changed and Lynn let out a relieved sigh. So far, so good. No one seems to have come looking for her here and that was a relief in itself.
The woman trudged through the tall grass and unburied her trusty truck. It took her the better part of the hour to clear off most of the debris she had on it and another few to get it started up. She carefully drove it up the pathway, watching for any monsters on the road, and parked it next to Toriel's house. The motherly monster was waiting for her inside the doorway when she shut the engine off and slid out of the drivers' seat.
"I was wondering where you went off to." Toriel commented, light tone trying and failing to cover the underlying worry.
Lynn smiled guiltily from her spot beside the truck and went around back to unhinge the tailgate. "Sorry for waking you Toriel. I needed things out of this ol' war pony though."
"Is that what you call it?" Humour laced Toriel's voice and Lynn smiled as well.
"Yeah. He's been through a lot since I got 'im. He's about as old as me."
"Really now?" Lynn hummed her affirmative as she came around with a worn, stylish box in one hand, several bulging plastic bags under both arms, and a pair of heavy, brown battered boots in the other hand.
"Do you mind if I have some of my things in the guest room Toriel?"
"Not at all! It is yours until you find a permanent place to stay."
Lynn shot her a grateful grin. "Thank you, truly. I need to change into some working clothes. I'll be right out."
"Alright. I will do some asking around for you."
Lynn smiled in greeting at a groggy Frisk as she passed her by in the living room and made a bee-line to her room. She quickly changed into a light grey tank top, a pair of raggedy jeans and pulled on her old combat boots. Lynn took a moment to reflect on how those boots had saved her life more than she could count. She shook her head, a soft smile on her lips, and opened the box sitting beside her on the bed.
The woman eyed the jumbled mass of makeup products and picked up a hand held mirror, turning it to reflect her face and neck in the silvered glass.
"Didn't realize they were that bad," she mumbled, moving to the desk and setting another, larger mirror on it. Lynn repressed a sigh, adjusted the mirror slightly, and plucked a product seemingly at random from her box. "Thank God for makeup."
Lynn was out the door twenty minutes later looking like she'd healed overnight. The woman glanced around the town and spotted the familiar figure of Toriel speaking with a monster who seemed to be made up of flames. Intrigued, Lynn made her way to them and greeted Toriel.
"Oh, good! You are out!" Toriel gave her a look over, eyes lingering over the skin of her neck and arms. Her eyes narrowed slightly and her mouth thinned but she kept her silence.
"Yeah. Took a little longer than I was expecting." Lynn shifted slightly, a little uncomfortable. "Any luck?"
"Oh! Yes, I found you some work." Toriel gestured to the monster and he nodded respectively. "This is Grilby. He ran a bar and restaurant Underground and wishes to move his business up here. He needs help finishing his new establishment."
Lynn turned and gave the fiery monster a confident grin. "Whatever needs to be done I'm on it! Where are your blueprints?"
Grilby didn't say anything, instead lifting a brow and looking her up and down. He nodded after a moment and turned back to the building's shell, gesturing with a hand to follow. Lynn gave Toriel a bright smile of gratitude and swiftly followed, looking over a series of blueprints tacked to a cork wall.
"Alright, so you still need a fully functional kitchen in the back... And the bar is gonna connect to it?" Lynn glanced over her shoulder for conformation. He nodded. "Cool. Since this is a bar, will there be an entertainment area somewhere? Like a stage for a band to play on?"
The fire monster looked quizzical and she moved to the side to show him the idea quickly forming in her brain.
"Well, this space looks kinda empty, see?" She pointed to the area in question and started sketching out her idea with a finger. "Well, we could make some accommodations, a raised platform for example, and voila! An all-purpose entertainment area! There could be special promo nights, like... a comic night! Karaoke another night, an open-mic night, and other things! It could bring some tourists and that's good business."
Grilby looked intrigued with the idea. He adjusted his glasses, leaned closer to the blueprint, and glanced back and forth between the paper and the area where the proposed idea would be. After a minute or two of internal debate he nodded his agreement. Lynn beamed, so happy to be useful for once, and stuck out a hand.
"Awesome! I will do everything in my power to do this right!"
Grilby shook her hand and, together, got to work on finishing the new restaurant.
Three weeks later
"Lynn? Could I have a word with you?"
Lynn turned and gave Toriel a wan smile. "I'm gonna be fine Tori. Really."
Toriel gave her a stern look, crossing her arms in that motherly way of hers. "Are you sure? Will you need anything? Food? Water? You haven't eaten anything today."
Lynn sighed and zipped up her bag. She stood and slung it over a shoulder. "I'm positive, Tori; I've been doing this for many years. No, I'll eat tomorrow. The transformation goes a little smoother if I have an empty stomach."
The monster still looked uncertain and worried and Lynn strode forward to give her a hug. Toriel sighed and engulfed the woman that she viewed as another daughter in her large arms.
"I am sorry for bothering you so, Lynn. I am an old lady and I cannot help but worry."
"I know, and it's fine," Lynn mumbled, drawing away. She gave Toriel an understanding smile. "I can't say that my own mother was ever this... mothery. It's... It's a nice change."
Toriel smiled warmly. "I am happy to give that to you if you wish. However, I think that someone else wants to speak with you."
Lynn glanced down and grinned at Frisk, who was patiently waiting her turn. "Hey kiddo. You here to wish me luck too?"
Frisk fiddled with her fingers for a moment and nodded. Lynn knelt and opened her arms wide and Frisk launched herself into them, clinging to the woman tightly.
"I'll be okay Frisk, I promise." Lynn felt Frisk nod into her shoulder and her smile widened.
"I know," Frisk mumbled, drawing back and placing her small hands on the woman's shoulders. She gave Lynn a look that belied her young age; one of the purest confidence and determination. "I'm making sure you know you will be. You have me, Mom, Papyrus, Grilby, and almost everyone here for you. You are a good person even though you have to endure this every month."
Lynn was at a loss for words. She never knew how this child—no, this adult in a child's body—pegged exactly what was bothering her. She and Frisk had grown close in the weeks she'd lived in Toriel's house. Lynn had noticed that Frisk rarely acted her age and treated her as such.
"T-thanks," Lynn finally whispered, fighting back tears. She gave the kid a tight hug, putting all her gratitude in that gesture. "I needed that. Make sure Sans doesn't get into too much trouble."
"I'll try."
Lynn chuckled and stood, readjusting the pack on her shoulder. She glanced out the window, noted that the light was starting to shine red, and took a deep steadying breath.
"I'll be back sometime tomorrow... Don't wait for me to have breakfast Tori, alright?"
"...Alright... Be safe, my child."
With a nod to acknowledge Toriel, Lynn stepped out the door and lightly jogged out into the late afternoon light. She could feel that she had roughly an hour before the full moon shone its bulbous face over the earth. She still needed to hurry; she had to get past her safeguards.
It took only fifteen minutes for Lynn to arrive at her cabin. She passed an uncaring eye over the newer woodwork—work she did herself on her free time from building New Grilby's—and rushed into the cabin itself. She tossed her bag onto the rickety table and grasped the dusty rug covering the back half of the wooden floor. She tugged it aside and revealed a square of metal embedded into the floor.
Lynn slipped her fingers under a small lip and tugged the covering up. The thick steel groaned as it was lifted and Lynn made a mental note to oil the hinges later. She didn't bother trying to peer into the darkness as she took the time to undress and slip her bare foot into the shaft. The werewolf shivered involuntarily when her skin met the cold metal of a ladder rung, ultimately ignoring it as she started to descend.
The trapdoor swung shut with a harsh clang above her. Lynn's hand shot out as soon as the darkness descended on her and her fingers found a metal wheel. She yanked it to her left and the sound of metal sliding on metal met her ears. As soon as it stopped she lowered her hand to another wheel right below the first one and repeated the process, this time to her right.
Lynn tested the air as soon as she was locked in and gave a sigh of relief. She made it with fifteen minutes to spare. Now all she needed to do was wait.
The werewolf descended the rest of the way, roughly eighteen more feet, and slid a dented and deeply scratched piece of metal to cover the last seven feet of rungs. She then turned her attention to the room, the 'Dungeon' as she called it, and impatiently paced the edges. Though she tried to stop herself, Lynn couldn't help but notice the deep scratches, claw marks, in the dirt and piecemeal metal walls and ceiling. The floor and walls were splattered in ruddy brown stains, her own blood.
The minutes rolled by and Lynn could feel the sun's hold weakening and the moon's strengthening. A sudden jolt of fire in her arm told her that the moon had risen. With a pitiful whimper, Lynn pressed herself into a corner and allowed the beast to take over.
"Mom..?"
"Yes, my child? Could you not sleep?"
"Kinda..."
"What is wrong, my child?"
"...Do you think Lynn will really be okay?"
There was a beat of silence and then a quiet sigh. The chair creaked and cloth rustled for a moment before settling.
"She has been living with this for many years. I think she knows how to care for herself right now."
"..."
"Ah, do not look so worried. Would you like some hot chocolate?"
"Thanks Mom. Papyrus is worried about her..."
"I know he is. She is a very dear friend to him."
"...I think even Sans is worried... and not about our safety."
That keen observation brought a small smile to the weary monster's face. More cloth crinkled and the armchair groaned it was relieved from her weight.
"I think so too. Come, let us get you that hot chocolate."
"Can I have a piece of pie too?"
A soft chuckle could be heard as the two shuffled towards the kitchen.
"Of course you can."
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