About an hour later, Frisk awoke with an appetite. She found herself in the bedroom in bed. She got up, and made her way to the doorway. She was about to go down the stairs when something grabbed her. Frisk yelped in surprise and flailed in the grip of Sans.
"Woah whoa there kiddo, it's just Sans, I'm not gonna hurt you," he said, taking Frisk downstairs.
"Saz!" Frisk said, hugging him. Her stomach rumbled and she blushed. "Hungy," she said, messing with Sans's jacket zipper.
Sans laughed. "Me too kiddo, I think Pap is cooking spaghetti."
When they got to the kitchen, they were greeted by Toriel.
"Mama!" Frisk said, reaching for her.
Toriel took Frisk from Sans and booped her nose. "I bet you're hungry," she said, setting Frisk down at the table. The seat had pillows on it to boost Frisk up to the table. Papyrus set a plate of Spaghetti down for everyone and himself, and they all started eating. All except Toriel, who was trying to feed Frisk, but Frisk wasn't really agreeing.
"Come on Frisk, please?" Toriel begged, trying to get the forkful of spaghetti into Frisk's mouth.
"Noooo!" Frisk said, trying to avoid the fork. Toriel sighed and kept trying, getting more and more hopeless each time.
"Hey Tori?" Sans asked, with a small blush.
"Yes Sans?" Toriel replied, turning to him.
"Why don't you eat your dinner, I'll take care of feeding Frisk," He said.
"Are you sure?" Toriel asked him.
"Yeah, besides, I've already finished my dinner, and you haven't eaten a bite. It's okay," Sans said, standing up. Toriel gave Sans the fork, and sat down at the dinner table to eat.
"Thank you Sans," Toriel said.
Sans scooped up a forkful of spaghetti, and tried to feed it to Frisk.
"Nooo!" Frisk said, turning her head.
"Aww come on kiddo, please eat," Sans begged.
"NOOO!" Frisk screamed.
"Will someone please slit that child's THROAT?!" Flowey yelled, loudly. Frisk sniffled, tears streamed down her cheeks and she wailed. Sans picked Frisk up, and took her to the living room couch. Toriel stood up and walked towards Flowey.
"I will not tolerate you speaking about my baby that way!" She told him in a demonic voice.
"O-Okay," Flowey replied, taken back.
In the living room, Sans was sitting on the couch with Frisk who was still crying. He had tried to comfort her, but he wasn't good at that! He didn't know what to do. But then, he had an idea.
"Hey kiddo, check this out," he said, making a blue light surround Frisk and pick her up. Sans moved his hand up, down, and around the room, sending Frisk flying around. Soon, she was laughing! Sans, exhausted, set her down in his lap, and booped her nose. Frisk giggled. "There's that smile," Sans said, smiling.
Toriel came into the living room and sat next to Sans on the couch. She picked up Frisk.
"Hello my child! Oh you are so cute!" She said, placing Frisk on her lap. Frisk cuddled against Toriel.
"Moo Moo!" She said, giggling. Toriel just laughed.
"Oh sweetie, you know I'm not a cow," Toriel replied.
"She so cute," Sans said.
"So are you," Toriel said with a blush.
Sans stuttered, "Y-You think I-I'm cute?" He asked her. Toriel just smiled back at him.