Frisk, Sans, and Papyrus were standing at the door that led into the ruins. Because Sans had never been inside the house, the farthest that they could go was the door. Frisk was currently wearing a light blue jacket, similar to Sans'. Papyrus looked at Sans with child-like excitement.

"I can't wait to see Flowey! Maybe he wanted to see me too," Papyrus exclaimed. "Wait, isn't this door normally closed?"

Sans nodded. "yeah. since tori came out of this door though, it's stayed open. she was the one who locked it."

"Oh! So she's the reason that you were always hanging by this door!" Papyrus' smile widened. "I think I understand now!"

Sans' smile drooped. "you understand what?"

Papyrus gave Sans a sly smile. "Oh, just that your actions make a whole lot more sense!" Papyrus held a book out in front of Sans.

"Dating and Crushes, for Beginners!"

"According to this book, I, the Great Papyrus, can tell that you are searching for affection! Affection from Queen Toriel," Papyrus exclaimed.

Frisk turned to Sans with a questioning gaze. "Do you like Mom?"

Sans shook his head. "nah. she's just the one who always humored my jokes." He waved his hand dismissively.

Frisk and Papyrus gave each other a knowing smile. Papyrus shook his head and sighed. "Oh brother. You do not understand your condition! Now you are trying to convince yourself that you do not have a crush! Why else would you insist on spending time with her? You also text her quite frequently. Sounds like you DO have a crush!"

Sans rolled his pupils. "papyrus, i assure you, we are just friends."

"De-Nile isn't just a river in Egypt," Frisk said. She got a confused glance from Sans and Papyrus. "Egypt is a country with a river called the Nile. It's the largest river in the world," Frisk explained.

Papyrus frowned. "Well, hopefully that pun explained it for you! Indeed, denial is a step in this long process. Not to worry dear brother! I, Papyrus, will help you through these trying times!"

"And I, Frisk the Great, will also help," Frisk yelled. She climbed on top of a rock and posed like Papyrus. She took her jacket off and tied it around her neck, acting as a impromptu cape. "Nyeh heh heh!" Frisk giggled to herself.

"See! Frisk is agreeing with me!"

"yeah yeah. frisk, get off the rock before you hurt yourself," Sans grumbled.

Frisk wiggled her finger. "You're being so grumpy, Sans. Whatever happened to the carefree skeleton I saw just a couple of minutes ago? Whatever. I'll get dow-," Frisk said. She slipped while trying to get down. "EEEEEK," she screamed. She began to fall off the cliff.

"Frisk," both Sans and Papyrus yelled. Sans held out his hand towards her, but a vine shot out of the ground and grabbed her in the air. A little golden flower sat in front of them. He was frowning.

"Seriously Frisk. If I didn't have SOME memories from when I was Asriel, I would have let you fall," Flowey grumbled. He pulled her up and set her on the ground.

"Flowey! You saved me!" Her face was still in the snow. "I didn't expect you to do that!"

Flowey narrowed his eyes. "Well yeah. It wouldn't feel right to just LET you fall. I owed you. You brought me some pie. I saved your life. We're even. Now get your butt up!" Frisk sat up and faced Flowey. He recoiled as he saw her face. "Whoa? Who did that to you? More importantly, did Smiley Trashbag over there hurt them? Seems like it would have been fun to watch."

"nah you freaky flower. i just scared them a bit," Sans grumbled.

"Hello Flowey," Papyrus exclaimed. He waved at the flower.

"Yeah yeah. Hello to you too. Listen, why are you here? Seems kinda rude to ask, but I didn't expect you to come back. I can't be saved Frisk. Just forget about me," the flower requested.

Frisk held up a little pot. "But you're alone Flowey. Wouldn't it be nice to see the surface? Maybe get some sunlight, eat some pie," Frisk offered.

"You're expecting ME, a sentient flower, to absolutely jump at the opportunity to be placed in a restrictive pot?" Flowey chuckled. "NO THANKS!"

Flowey was encased in a blue aura. Flowey was lifted out of the ground.

"W-What are you doing," Flowey demanded.

"listen, the kid asked me to help you, so i'm gonna try at least."

"Heh! That's comical coming from you," Flowey exclaimed.

Flowey was dropped into the pot.

"Ouch! Watch the roots buddy! I'm a plant, genius! I NEED those to live," Flowey snarled.

Frisk grabbed some dirt from the ground and began to press it into the pot, humming a melody she heard in Waterfall.

Flowey sighed. "You just don't give up, do you?"

Frisk shook her head. "Nope! I'm filled with determination!" She patted more soil in the pot "I'm done," she singsonged. Frisk smiled at the flower. "Do you promise to be a good flower?"

Flowey looked at the trio in front of him. Sans was silently threatening him, Papyrus was eagerly awaiting Flowey's response, and Frisk was smiling at him. Flowey sighed. "Fine, but I'm not going to be buddy-buddy with everyone."

"I wouldn't expect you to."

"well, now that we have murder flower over here, let's go home. tori's making pie for us." Sans smiled fondly at the thought.

Flowey, Frisk, and Papyrus stared at him.

"what? her food tastes good."

Frisk and Papyrus gave Sans a sly smile. "Sure Sans. Sure."

"I don't understand. Why are you smiling like that Frisk," Flowey asked.

In a blink of an eye, they suddenly found themselves standing in the living room. Toriel was there checking the time. Toriel smiled at the group. "Oh, I was wondering when you would come back." She glanced at the flower. "I know you tried to hurt Frisk. Know that if you try again, you will not live to see the sun."

Flowey's survival instincts told him to keep away from Toriel.

"flowey shouldn't be a problem," Sans dismissed. "now, is the pie ready," Sans asked.

Toriel shook her head. "I didn't know when you'd be back. I was just about to make it though." Toriel smiled at the group. "It would be fun if we made it together!"

Frisk and Papyrus looked at each other then back at Toriel.

"Sorry Mom. I've gotta help Flowey settle into this new place. He's never seen this house before."

"And I, Papyrus, will help Frisk! Maybe keep the flower in check," Papyrus exclaimed.

Papyrus and Frisk ran down the hallway, leaving Sans and Toriel alone.

Toriel and Sans stood in the kitchen. Sans had his eyes narrowed at the hallway.

"Well they're certainly acting strange," Toriel noted.

"yeah."

Toriel sighed. "Oh well. Perhaps they'll join us another time."

Sans nodded. He knew full and well what they were trying to accomplish.

"So, shall we start," Toriel asked. She smiled and held some eggs. "I've already made the pie crust, but I do need help with making the filling.

"So will ANYONE explain why you guys are acting so weird," Flowey demanded.

Frisk sighed. "It's obvious."

"NOT TO THE SOULLESS FLOWER, FRISK," Flowey screamed.

"Sans has a crush," Frisk singsonged

"Yeah! So naturally, we must allow them to have their own space," Papyrus explained.

"But isn't she married," Flowey asked.

Frisk shook her head. "No. She left Asgore."

"Oh." Flowey seemed slightly disappointed. "Frisk, you aren't going to show me every square inch of the house, right," Flowey asked.

Frisk gave Flowey a sly smile. "I can't lie to Mom."

"It would pain me to tell a bold-faced lie as well! You will be shown the house! Perhaps once you become Asriel, you can choose the room you want," Papyrus offered.

Flowey gave out a scream. "Why me?"

"Knock knock," Toriel said. She was stirring a large bowl filled with sugary filling.

"who's there?" Sans was looking over her shoulder. He helped to crack the eggs, but wasn't given a job after that. Now he was just making knock knock jokes.

"Snow."

"snow who?"

"Snow use! I forgot my name again," Toriel exclaimed. The two began to laugh. "Okay Sans, now you say one!" She set her spoon down.

"heh. if you insist. knock knock."

Toriel stifled a laugh. "Who's there?"

"theodore."

"Theodore, who?"

Sans shrugged. "theodore was locked, so i knocked."

Toriel and Sans laughed once again. Toriel wiped a tear from her eye.

"knock knock," Sans began

"Who's there?"

"nobel."

Toriel raised an eyebrow. That was a new joke for her. "Nobel, who?"

"there's no bell. that's kinda why i knocked."

Toriel giggled. "Oh Sans. I do adore your humor."

"heh. i'm a very humorous skeleton, y'know."

Toriel chuckled. "Oh Sans, you do make some of the best puns!"

Sans smiled. "do they tickle your funny bone?"

"Yes!" Toriel smiled. She turned back around. "Now, I've got to get back to stirring this." She tried to grab her wooden spoon but it fell to the floor. Toriel sighed and knelt down to grab it. At the same time, Sans reached to get it too. Their hands grabbed the spoon at the same time, making it seem like they were holding hands. Sans dropped the spoon instantly. Sans turned around, blushing slightly, as did Toriel.

Both didn't move for a couple of minutes.

"I've got it," Toriel said. She grabbed the spoon and set it in the sink. She grabbed another spoon out of a nearby drawer.

Sans turned back around. His face turned to normal. He had his hands in his pockets. "so uh, when do you think you'll be done stirring it?"

Toriel gave Sans a warm smile. "I'm just about done. There was a few stubborn clumps that wouldn't become smooth," she explained. Toriel grabbed the bowl and filled the pie crust with the butterscotch-cinnamon filling. She put the pie in the oven. "Now, it's time to wait," she hummed.

The two sat on the couch, telling jokes once again. The awkwardness from before was forgotten with a few puns and knock knock jokes. The timer dinged and Toriel ran to the stove. She pulled the pie out of the oven and let it sit on the stove.

"It'll take a few hours to cool," Toriel informed.

Sans nodded. "yay. i've been wanting a slice of pie."

Toriel smiled. "Why don't you go check on Frisk and Papyrus. Make sure the flower didn't hurt them."

Sans nodded. He forgot all about Flowey. He used a shortcut to instantly transport himself to the outside of Frisk's room. Sans knocked on the door. "hey kiddo, tori wanted me to check on you."

"I'm fine," Frisk yelled through the door. "Flowey hasn't tried to kill me!"

The door opened. Papyrus was holding a couple of cards. "We are playing cards with Flowey," Papyrus exclaimed. "So, how are you and Queen Toriel doing?" Papyrus winked at Sans.

Sans narrowed his gaze. "we're just friends, papyrus."

Papyrus softened his gaze. "Really? Dang. I was so sure that my older brother had a crush. Frisk! Looks like Sans doesn't like the queen."

"Good."

Frisk sighed and walked to the door. She looked into Sans' eyes. "Are you sure you don't like her?"

Sans pat Frisk on the head. "'fraid not frisk."

Frisk frowned. "Would it change anything to say that she might have a crush on you?"

Sans froze for a second. He pat Frisk on the head. "nah. i don't like her that way."

Frisk grinned from ear to ear, as did Papyrus.

"You're lying Sans," Frisk squealed.

"Sans, as your cool brother, I will help you! I do have more dating experience than you afteral," Papyrus exclaimed.

"Oh Sans, you've been up there for a while. Is Flowey being mean to them," Toriel shouted.

Sans looked at Frisk and Papyrus. "no. they seem to be playing cards with the flower."

"Oh! How nice!"

Sans gave them a glance once again. "i don't like her that way. end. of. story." Sans walked back to the kitchen.

Frisk pulled out her cell phone after Sans left.

"Who are you calling," Papyrus asked.

"Mettaton."

Papyrus' eyes lit up. "You know Mettaton? Can you ask him for an autograph," Papyrus asked. He practically had stars in his eyes. "Wait… why are you calling him?"

The phone rang a couple of times. The call connected. Frisk set the phone on speakerphone. "Hello Mettaton," Frisk greeted.

"Hello beauty! How did you get this number, exactly," Mettaton asked, slightly confused.

"It isn't important right now. So I need your help with something."

"With what exactly?"

Frisk gave the phone a sly smile. "Wanna help me play matchmaker?"

"Oh! You should have told me that from the beginning Frisk! I'll be over soon to get the details!"

The phone clicked. The call was ended.

Frisk grinned. "He's gonna help us get Mom and Sans together."

Flowey groaned. "Why can't you just leave their love life alone? All this shrieking is starting to annoy me."

"BECAUSE I AM DETERMINED," Frisk shouted. "They already have chemistry, they just don't know it yet."

"We should probably tell Undyne and Alphys about our plans so they can help," Papyrus suggested.

Frisk shook her head. "They would just ruin the surprise."

There was a knock at the door.

"Frisk, did you invite Mettaton over," Toriel asked.

"Yes! We're upstairs Mettaton," Frisk shouted.

Mettaton raced up the stairs. He was in his box form. Frisk held her finger in front of her mouth and ushered him into the room. She closed the door behind Mettaton.

"So I heard that you wanted to play matchmaker," Mettaton asked.

Frisk nodded.

"With who?"

Papyrus sat there starstruck. His idol was right in front of his eyes. He shook away fear. The Great Papyrus never gets nervous! "My brother and the queen! They each have crushes on each other," Papyrus shouted.

"Yeah. They obviously like each other, but they're too afraid to say it!"

"Hmm. So, what's your plan, Frisk," Mettaton asked.

Frisk grinned evilly.

"Frisk child, you sometimes scare me," Mettaton muttered.

"You scare me too Frisk," Papyrus muttered. Flashbacks of another timeline begin to play. Papyrus shuddered.

Flowey scoffed. "I'm not scared of Frisk."

"Sorry," Frisk muttered. She walked up to Papyrus and Mettaton. "So this is what we're going to do."

And done! This was fun to write, as is the next chapter! I do hope that I got a romance type thing correctly created. I know I've said this before... but this is my first time doing this. Normally if I reference a ship, they've already been established.

No Papton will be put in this, but I do see Papyrus as a star-struck fan of Mettaton. He doesn't love the robot, but admires him.

Mettaton- Anyway, tune in next time for more romance, more Frisk, and more of me!

Napstablook- and napstablook?

Mettaton- And Blooky!

Bye guys!