"I thought I told you not to come around here."

"I know... but I'm here on official competition matters, Tori..."

"Don't Tori me...," Toriel sighed sadly as she spoke to the unseen figure from the other side of the door.

Frisk shifted from her position in the lounge room to try get a good look at the front door.

'Official Competition matters? Who could that be?'

"...C-can I come in?" The male voice asked.

Toriel sighed and glanced at Frisk before nodding, "Alright."

Stepping aside, Toriel allowed the tall man to come into the house.

Frisk's eyes widened as she recognized the tall goat-like monster that shuffled awkwardly into the house. He raised a nervous hand and waved at the shocked human.

"H-hello, Frisk."

"Mr Fluffyb- D!" Frisk exclaimed before realizing the embarrassing name she was about to call the repair man.

Toriel and Mr. D had both noticed her sip up. Toriel was trying to stifle the laughter that had escaped her lips, while Mr. D was red in embarrassment.

"P-please, call me Asgore," He stammered.

Frisk flushed in embarrassment as she nodded, "O-okay M- Asgore..."

Toriel decided to save the small human from her predicament, "How about I put some tea on for you two and we can move this conversation into the kitchen?"

Asgore and Frisk both sent grateful nods in her direction as the goat woman laughed.

Shortly after the initial meeting, the three were seated around the table.

"So, why are you here M- Asgore?" Frisk asked.

Asgore brought the cup of warm tea to his lips and took a sip before placing it on the table again. "Well, Frisk. I have been selected as your Mentor for the next part of the competition."

"My mentor?" Frisk asked, her features twisting in confusion.

"Yes. Mettaton thought it would boost the performance of the competitors for the next round. Seeing as you and your dance partner are the only group performance left in the competition it is only befitting that I be your mentor... after all I was once part of a duo myself," Asgore's eyes flickered slightly towards Toriel before looking back at Frisk.

'Interesting,' Frisk thought.

"Anyway." Asgore continued, "All the other teams have been allocated their mentors and their theme."

"Theme?"

Asgore nodded, "Yes, Mettaton has also decided the dances should be themed... For example Mettaton's dancer will be performing to the theme of 'Forbidden Love'. I believe the other themes will also be 'Sacrifice' and 'Eros."

"So what is the theme Sans and I will have to dance to?" Frisk felt her interest pique.

"Loss," Asgore answered.

Frisk puzzled over the theme, "O-okay then..."

Asgore smiled in understanding, "Don't worry. I'll walk you and your partner through the dance, the choreography has been decided and everything."

Taking a final sip of tea Asgore stood, "I should probably go meet with your partner. Would you like to come?"

Frisk looked at Toriel who smiled gently, "It's fine with me. You were meeting with him tonight anyway to go over your new performance."

"Thanks, Mom." Frisk turned her attention back to Asgore, "I'll grab my stuff then."

Frisk rushed upstairs and grabbed her dance bag from her bed. Flowey watched her, having waken up from a nap, "Already heading off to see Smiley Trashbag?"

Smiling, Frisk gave the flower's cheek a quick peck, "I'll be home later, see ya Flowey."

Blushing the flower 'hmphed' and turned away as the human girl rushed downstairs.

Asgore and Toriel were waiting by the door for Frisk, both talking quietly. Both appeared a little sad.

Frisk hugged her mom before making her way towards Asgore's rather large car. As she walked she made out the goodbyes between the two goat monsters.

"Thank you for the tea Toriel... it reminded me of old times," Asgore spoke softly.

Toriel sighed, "Asgore..."

Asgore raised a hand, "No, I understand... those days are gone. I just hope we can at least be friends again one day."

With downcast eyes Toriel slowly closed the door between them, "Perhaps one day, Asgore."

Asgore turned his back to the closed door and made his way to Frisk. What Frisk noticed, and the goat man did not, was the slight tug at one of the window curtains as a though some one had peeked through.

Frisk watched as the little purple brick house shrunk into the distance as the car revved into life and took down the street.

The surprised look on Sans's face was enough to tell Frisk that he had not expected the visit from the fluffy monster.

"wait... so you mean we have to dance to a theme selected for us and that you've already selected the choreography?" The skeleton asked as he sat beside Frisk on the couch.

Frisk was only partially listening to the conversation, instead her attention was sitting right beside Sans and that her heart had grown extremely loud.

Her senses were acutely aware of his closeness, and the way he seemed to lean towards her, and the way his neck bone seemed to vibrate every time he spoke in that deep voice of his, and the lights of his eyes, and...

'What the hell Frisk! Your supposed to be listening to Asgore. Not checking out your dance partner!'

Frisk felt a blush crawl into her cheeks as she realized she was indeed checking out Sans. She shifted uncomfortably as Sans looked down at her, "hey frisk."

Swallowing Frisk met the skeleton's eyes, her cheeks burning with heat, "Um... sorry what were we talking about?"

Sans raised an eyebrow, "i was saying we should probably get started on the new dance tonight... are you alright. you're face is red... your not sick are you?"

Frisk's face felt hot but she knew it wasn't because she was sick, "O-oh, um no... I-its just a little hot in here. I just need some water..."

"I can grab you some if you want," Sans said as he stood and walked towards the kitchen.

Asgore's eyes were on Frisk as he watched her with a puzzled expression before a twinkle of understanding reached his eye and he chuckled. However the boss monster did not elect to say anything, instead he smiled at the blushing human.

Sans returned almost immediately, a glass of water in his hand. He passed the glass to Frisk who awkwardly gripped the water, squeaking when her hands touched Sans's phalanges.

Taking a sip she tried to ignore Sans's concerned expression as his eyes watched her.

Asgore was growing more and more amused with every passing second.

"I can see why you two are such good partners," He stated, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

Frisk choked on the water as Sans's looked towards Asgore in confusion, his face a dusty blue.

Asgore chuckled at Frisk's reaction before speaking again, "Well, if you are willing to start now I am more then happy to teach you the dance."

Sans and Frisk nodded in agreement.

"Good. Now Frisk if you don't mind waiting in the car... I believe Sans and I need to talk," Asgore stated.

Sans's pupils seemed to shrink as sweat formed on his skull. Frisk however took the escape as a blessing and headed towards the door.

Once she had disappeared Asgore turned his eyes to the nervous skeleton in front of him.

"Does Toriel know?""

Confusion was added to the list of emotions the poor skeleton was feeling, "w-what?"

"I said does Toriel know about you and her daughter?" Asgore asked once again.

Sans seemed as though he wanted to die, "y-you mean if we are... dating?"

Asgore nodded in confirmation.

"well... we aren't dating... just...," Sans began, his face turning into a blueberry.

Raising an eye Asgore watched the skeleton dissolve into a stuttering mess, "Oh, not yet dating..."

Sans wished he could sink into the floor and disappear from sight, "uh..."

Asgore smiled, "You haven't told her about your feelings, have you."

"i... i don't think she... she see's me in that way..."

Chuckling, Asgore shook his head, "Ah, young love. It really takes me back." His face became more serious, "Listen, Sans, If you really do like Frisk your going to need to ask her. Otherwise you might find she's been snatched up by another before you even realise."

Sans looked away in embarrassment but took in Asgore's words."

"Well you better not leave the girl waiting. Let's get going."

Frowning, Sans was sure their had been amusement in Asgore's voice. As though he was telling an inside joke. However he followed the boss monster, ready to face the challenges ahead.

Sorry I didn't get to update yesterday guys. So I tried to make the dance sequence a bit better since I have like zero experience with dance terms (i'm the worst I know).

I'm not sure if I'll write the dances like that, I probably will just return to writing their emotions/thoughts during the dance... unless you want me to.

Anyway I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I hope to update tomorrow... if not then the day after I will.

See ya next time~