Omg I'm so sorry for the late update :o
I got so caught up with other stuff and had a little bit of a writer's block but I am back and pumped thanks to all the awesome comments I've been getting~
Thanks to everyone who has commented it makes me feel sooooo happy that people actually like this story~
Shall we get to it then~
After three hours of constant practice and run-throughs of the routine Sans and Frisk were a panting, sweaty mess.
Asgore studied their final pose with a hum before giving a nod of satisfaction. Both of the dancers collapsed in a exhausted heap on the studio floor.
"i can't feel my legs... i think i might be too tired to even make a pun," Sans groaned.
Frisk looked over at her partner, "Talus about it."
Sans chuckled at the bad pun and looked over at the breathless human female, "that was really humerus kid."
Asgore chuckled at the two lying on the floor as a certain flame elemental walked into the studio.
Grillby's flames flickered and crackled in silent laughter before he turned to the boss monster and handed him a flier.
Asgore looked down at the flier, an eyebrow raised, "A street festival?"
Grillby nodded in confirmation.
Sans and Frisk, who had finally pulled themselves from the floor, walked over to the hot bartender and furry goat monster.
"they had one last year didn't they? it's kind of become a annual thing for this area," Sans told Asgore with a shrug.
"Really. That is rather interesting, I did not realise they held these kinds of things around here. I don't mean that as some type of 'rich-folk-prejudice' or anything," Asgore added quickly, not wanting to sound like an aristocrat.
Sans chuckled, "nah, it's all good. grillby actually started it up along with some other monsters and humans around. it's pretty good actually." Sans's eyes flickered towards Frisk, "i don't think i saw you there last year kid..."
"I didn't hear about it until afterwards last year, but I'd love to go this year," Frisk told him.
As Asgore continued to scan the flier his eyes were drawn towards a rather interesting little snippet, "Well it seems like it's expected that you two go."
Sans and Frisk shot confused looks at the monster before taking the flier he offered them. Reading the information they looked over to Grillby and Sans spoke for both of them, "you didn't tell us that we were guest of honor."
Grillby shrugged.
"The entire community's been talking. Everyone wanted to hold a party to celebrate your success. You don't need to force yourselves to come though."
"I-I'd actually really like to go," Frisk told the three monsters, a slight blush of embarrassment on her cheeks.
Sans smiled at her and nodded, "alright then. we'll go."
Grillby seemed happy with their answer.
" You look hungry. I have food ready."
He then turned to lead Frisk towards the exit. As Sans was about to follow them out he felt a furry hand stop him. He turned to face Asgore with puzzlement on his features.
"You know people enjoy going with people they like to festivals like this," Asgore's eyes were shining with meaning. Sans's cheeks turned a deep azure as he looked away.
Asgore chuckled and walked after Grillby and Frisk, leaving Sans to trail behind as he wrestled to bring his heated face under control.
Sans sat beside Frisk at the bar as Asgore opted to sit a few seat away, leaving the two to their 'privacy' but remained close enough to overhear their conversation.
As the fries were placed before them Frisk happily munched on the food while Sans nervously fiddled with a fry.
"s-so frisk...," Sans began, his cheeks a flaming blue as he attempted to keep his nerves under control.
"Yeah?"
"s-since we're both planning to go to t-the festival... w-would you l-like to c-come with me?" Sans was turning into a blue stuttering mess.
Frisk beside him had become red as a blush crawled along her cheeks. She was silent in shock much to Sans's horror.
"i-i meanyoudon'tneedtoifyoudon'twanttoandohmaniprobablymadethissoawkwardi'msorry..." Sans began to ramble.
A soft hand on his own stopped him mid ramble as Frisk peeked out from behind her fringe, her face scarlet, "I-I would love to go with you to the festival."
Sans perked up at an incredible rate, his eyes shining but the blue blush still permanent on his skull, "i-i'll pick you up at six then."
Frisk nodded, her own face still a red.
Asgore smiled at the two as he spoke quietly to the fiery bartender beside him, "I'm happy for them."
"They still have a long way to go though."
Grillby signaled as he polished a glass, his words leaving Asgore slightly confused, "I assume you know the reason behind Sans's... reluctance or inability to fully commit himself to the dance then?"
Not speaking (or signaling) a single word, Grillby continued to polish the glass cup. Asgore sighed as he realized that he would not be getting anymore information from the bartender,
"We'll let's just hope that he opens up to Frisk... or it might make things difficult."
A few days of practice had passed with things remaining almost as normal as usual, however after Sans had asked Frisk to go to the festival with him they had become... awkward around each other. Or at least a lot more self conscious.
Tonight was the night however.
Sans looked at himself in the mirror, a smile on his face as he winked and shot finger guns towards his reflection, "heh, looking good buddy."
He stared at his reflection for a few seconds, as sweat began to gather on his skull and his smile waned. Finally he brought his hands up to his face in embarrassment.
There was a knock on the bathroom door followed by Papyrus's yelling, "BROTHER! HURRY UP! YOU DON'T WANT TO KEEP YOU DATE WAITING~"
Sans wished he could melt into a goopy pile on the floor and into the drain.
"yeah, i'm coming bro."
Sans unlocked the door and opened it to reveal his brother. Papyrus studied his brother's attire, "AT LEAT YOU LOOK TIDY."
"nothing tibia done about it now bro, i gotta go," Sans punned, causing Papyrus to groan in annoyance.
"HOWEVER YOU GOT A DATE IS BEYOND MY UNDERSTAND BROTHER."
Sans chuckled as he walked down the stairs, "well i'll see you shortly bro."
As he walked through the door magic pooled around him and with a quick flash he was walking down the street towards a familiar purple brick house. A car was pulled up on the curb and a rather nervous goat monster in a suit was standing at the door, seemingly unsure whether to knock or not.
"heh, don't get yourself in a furry big guy. It's just a door," Sans stated as he winked.
Asgore shot a look of annoyance before sighing, "I guess you are right..."
Both males stood in silence for a moment, neither daring to approach the door. Finally Asgore spoke, "Well... i guess we can't put this off for any longer. Time to be... well monsters..."
Sans agreed as they approached the door and he gave a quick knock.
"Coming!" Came the muffled cry.
A second later the door swung open, revealing Frisk.
Sans felt the floor give way under him as he stared at her. She was absolutely stunning in her blue dress. it fell just above the knees and matched his jumper's colour. Frisk's face become pink as he realized he had been staring.
Diverting his eyes Sans spoke, "you look amazing, frisk."
Frisk looked away shyly, "T-thank you. You look h-handsome as well."
His soul thumped hard in his chest at the compliment, and his cheeks tingled with magic. Frisk's attention was then turned to Asgore.
"Hi Asgore... Mom will be here soon, she's just making sure Flowey's all set for tonight. He wasn't interest in coming tonight," Frisk explained.
"Thank you, Frisk. I hope you have fun tonight," Asgore smiled at the female human.
Sans offered a hand to her, "shall we head off then?"
As Frisk took his hand he felt a buzz of energy.
'Her hand is so soft'
He struggled to keep the cerulean blush from spreading across his cheeks as his fingers became entwined with Frisks. The walked along the street, both quiet as they held hands.
"Ready to take a shortcut?" Sans asked after a moment of silence.
Frisk answered as her grip on his hand tightened, "Yes."
Magic engulfed them as they walked and the scenery faded from the dark streets of the ruins to the brighter streets of Snowdin.
Sounds of laughter and music reached their ears as the smell of delicious delicacies wafted along the street towards them from the end of the street.
Sans led Frisk along the street and into the crowd of people. Frisk stared in aw at the floating lanterns, the various stalls of food and goods and the performances. Grillby was currently performing a fire dance, he was moving to the beat of drums as he flung fire around him, making images in the dark street.
Sans's eyes were trained on the awed face of Frisks, his eyes taking in the sight of her twinkling eyes as the light from the lanterns played with the shadows on her features. Frisk turned her own eyes to Sans and smiled, "This is amazing."
"tibia honest it is pretty impressive," Sans told her.
Frisk giggled before her eyes were caught by the sight of some small game stall. She led Sans through the crowd to the stall. Standing their was a rather unimpressed looking Burgerpants.
Sans recognized him, "hey, aren't you one of the backstage guys at mettaton's theatre?"
The monster glared at him, "More like his personal slave."
Wincing at the phrase Sans nodded, "so what are you doing here then?"
Burgerpants sighed, "Mettaton heard about this festival from god knows who (i wonder who :) ~) and of course saw it as an opportunity to spread his 'sparkling influence' to the outer districts..."
Sans and Frisk both looked each other in understanding, the robot was rather eccentric so it wasn't that much of a surprise to them.
"What's the game anyway?" Frisk asked.
Burgerpants plastered on a 'customer-winning' smile and began his sales pitch with the same amount of enthusiasm as a deflated balloon.
"Welcome to Mettaton's shooter arcade. Will you succeed in shooting all of the enemies and save the damsel in distress, honestly why would you even, and win a prize of your choice~"
"wanna give it a try, frisk?" Sans asked.
"Sounds like fun," Frisk told him as she searched for her own coins.
Sans pulled out a handful of coins and handed them over to Burgerpants, "i'll pay for us both."
Before Frisk could complain he lifted up a hand, "it's on me kiddo."
Sighing, Frisk accepted his decision and picked up the yellow pea shooter gun. Sans grabbed his own and aimed it at the back of the stall.
"The rules are simple. Shoot anything that isn't Mettaton. If you shoot Mettaton you instantly loose. The number of bad guys you shoot will determine the prizes you can choose from... and remember have fun~" Burgerpants drawled on before pressing a button to start up the game.
As the game began Frisk shot at the mini figures that popped up, each shot a direct hit. Sans didn't do to badly, however he was surprised by just how amazingly Frisk was doing. He silently cursed as a bullet hit his mettaton-in-distress due to his distractedness.
A horn sounded to declare the game had ended and Frisk hopped up and down excitedly.
Burgerpants looked slightly surprised but pointed out to the second top layer of prizes, "You can have any of those or two of the third level prizes."
Frisk debated before selecting two teddies from the third level prizes. Burgerpants passed her the prizes before waving them off as he lit a cigarette.
"what did you get?" Sans asked they walked through the crowds of people.
Frisk's cheeks went pink as she passed him one of the teddies. It was a small teddy in a white ballerina outfit.
"I got that one for you... this one is for me," She told him as she showed her own. It was a teddy wearing a blue jacket.
Sans felt his own face turn blue as he held the teddy in his phalanges, his soul doing flips in his chest.
"She's going to be the death of me one of these days..."
(For all you Asgore and Toriel shippers here's a cute moment for you all)
Asgore led Toriel to the studio.
"This is where they've been practicing... Frisk is really talented," Asgore told Toriel.
He had been finding it hard to keep his eyes from drifting to his old partner's physic. She was stunning... well she always was in his eyes.
The music outside was faint wafting through the slightly ajar door along with the glow of the moon. It made him think of the old days when they had stayed behind late to practice in their own studio... but that had been a long time ago.
Toriel was studying the studio with interest, however her eyes flickered to meet Asgore's own.
"It's nice... I'm glad they have such a nice place to dance."
There was silence between the two before Asgore raised a hand to Toriel, the music outside having changed.
"Would I be able to have at least one more dance with you," Asgore asked, his eyes sincere.
Toriel was hesitant, her eyes glancing at his hand then back to his eyes. She tentatively met his hand with her own.
"Yes."
Asgore relaxed and drew her closer as they moved gently to the music. Soon the song was forgotten as they spun and stepped together to their own nonexistent beat. As they drew to a close Asgore cradled Toriel in a dip as he own hand held onto him. Their eyes never leaving the others. Finally they stood and pulled away.
"Thank you... Toriel," Asgore said quietly.
Toriel nodded before turning to walk out the door of the studio, leaving behind one last word.
"Tori is fine."
Well i hope you guys liked that. Well next up is the Semi-finals~
Whatever will happen?
Who will move up into the grandfinals?
I want to know who you think will win~
Comment who you think or want to win and we'll see how close you get~
In case you forgot who is in the semi's here is a quick reminder: Undyne, Papyrus, Frisk & Sans, and Chara.
Anyway see you next update~