Day 29

The next day, Curtain and Frisk ate breakfast, and they played a video game while waiting for Marisol, since she called earlier to see if she could come over.

Marisol arrived and hung out with Frisk and Curtain for a while as they finished up their game. Then Marisol and Curtain headed for the kitchen as they were preparing lunch, while Frisk waited in the living room. It was a little after twelve when they started making lunch as the bell rang. Curtain answered the door to see Sans standing there. They stared at each other for a moment, and then Sans asked,

"Um, Curtain. I uh... came over to tell you that I'm working pretty late today, so I'll pick you up tomorrow to go to the festival. When should I come over?"

"Oh! Um... come at ten thirty in the morning. The festival starts at twelve noon, but by the time we gather everyone together to go, that may take a while. Thank you," Curtain said, and Sans nodded and started walking away.

"Bye," Sans said, and Curtain replied, "Bye," as Sans teleported away.

Curtain closed her door and signed almost sadly, as she turned to see Marisol standing not too far from the door.

"Wh- Marisol, were you just eavesdropping?" Curtain asked.

Marisol didn't say anything at first as she looked at Curtain with a sadness in her eyes that Curtain immediately noticed. She gestured towards the kitchen, and Curtain followed her, as she looked at Frisk, who didn't really know what was going on but was going to find out. Marisol and Curtain entered the kitchen as Marisol sat down and Curtain stood up leaning on the counter, with Frisk staying outside of the kitchen doorway to listen in while taking out her cellphone.

"What's going on Marisol?" Curtain asked, becoming a little more worried.

"... Curtain. The day before yesterday, Caroline called and said that she wanted to meet with me and everyone yesterday. We went out to lunch at some garden restaurant on the top floor. Caroline was saying hello to everyone at first and everything was fine. Then they started wondering why you weren't there, and she told us that she saw you the day before with Sans and Frisk. She also asked us what were our opinions if you and Sans became a couple," Marisol replied, as she looked at Curtain briefly to see that she was utterly surprised.

Marisol continued, "So... Hare said that he approved so long as Sans always treats you very well. Rini said that she feels that you two should take extra time to get to know each other and continue to go on dates just to be sure. Joseph that he approved as long as you and Sans behaved until the wedding, and always respect each other. Karol agreed with Joseph and said that as long as you two are happy together she's for it. Joe said that he would happy for you two, and that you should always talk to each other about everything and keep your promises. Jonathan doesn't mind. Kelvin said that as long as Sans loves, cherishes, and adores you as you would for him, then he approves with happy tears in his eyes, and Corvin agreed with him. Of course, everyone agreed to leave it up to you two to be together or not. Oh, and Caroline said that she believes in you to make your own decision."

Curtain placed her hand over her mouth, thinking about her friends, and felt tears ready to fall from her eyes. She looked at Marisol and asked,

"What do you think?"

Marisol looked down for a moment, and then she stood up from her seat and looked at Curtain. She could no longer contain herself, as tears began streaming down her cheeks. Curtain's eyes widened when she saw that, as she reached out to Marisol and asked,

"What? Marisol! Why are you-"

"I just want you to be happy! I don't care if you want to be with him! He's not a jerk, mooching, rip-off of a man! Even Caroline knows that and she just got here!"

Marisol began to cry more, as Curtain hugged her and she hugged back.

"Don't let us be the reason you won't let yourself be happy, Curtain. Don't let us be a factor. If you love him, then tell him. Be with him. He loves you. He'll take care of you, or I'll kick his metaphorical you-know-what," Marisol said, with a smile as her tears continued to roll down her cheeks.

Curtain laughed, as her tears also poured from her eyes.

Frisk was holding her phone near her ear, as Toriel was on the other end.

"Frisk? Frisk! What is going on? Are you okay dear? Is Curtain okay?" Toriel asked, in concern.

Frisk wasn't able to answer her because she too started crying when she heard and peeked to see Marisol and Curtain crying.

"-Sniffle- T-Toriel. Curtain, she... I think she... for Sans... I think she really..." Frisk said, as Toriel could hear Frisk sniffling.

"Calm yourself, my child. Breathe, and then speak," Toriel said, patiently.

"It's just... Marisol said that Curtain shouldn't factor herself and their friends as a reason to not be with Sans because as long as they love each other they don't mind. I know Sans loves Curtain, and I think the feeling is possibly... mutual. If that is the word for being alike," Frisk said, sniffling a few times.

"... I understand, and you are correct, my child," Toriel said, placing her hand over her chest with a small smile.

After settling down, Curtain and Marisol were finally able to finish lunch, and they went to the living room to eat with Frisk. She was able to settle down too after her phone call with Toriel, and they hung out until Marisol headed home after dinner.

Afternoon/Cosmos:

Sans went to Grillby's after working with Papyrus, and he stood there for a couple of hours. He was sitting by the bar, ordering ketchup bottles and drinking them while gradually laying his head on the table and staring at the bottle in deep thought. He looked happy some of the time, and then he looked sad some of the time. Grillby recognized that something was definitely bothering Sans to his core, but he waited a while before asking to see if Sans would say anything.

After drinking another ketchup bottle, Sans asked Grillby for another, but this time Grillby placed his hand on his shoulder and asked,

"...what's wrong?"

Sans looked up at him, and he smiled, but it was clear that it was filled with sadness. Grillby removed his hand from his shoulder, as Sans held the almost empty ketchup bottle he had and replied,

"Grillby, do you know what it feels like? Longing to see someone? To hear their voice, to see their hair flowing in the wind? To look at her and feel like time will never end? Like, if your heart suddenly felt lighter, and you sign because of that wonderful and fluffy sensation in your chest when you say her name? Heh. It's funny how that works... heh heh... and then, you have the choice to keep that beautiful creature caged or not and you just… just... want what's best for her..."

"...I couldn't say I completely understand, for I have no one to compare this to... but can you clarify this a little clearer to me?" Grillby asked.

"I'm in love, Grillby. I feel like my soul can't go on without her. I thought I loved her before, but now I know for sure that I do. It's wonderful, even though it hurts, it's beautiful… heh. Who would've thought that I would have fallen in love, right? I was skeptical in almost everything, love included. But now... I'm at it's mercy," Sans said, as he laid his hand over his forehead.

"... What are you going to do?" Grillby asked.

"I... I want her to be happy. I want her to live her life. I want her to be all that she wants and can be... And I hope that, after all of this, that she'll still see me as someone she can rely on if she needs anything... or if not... if she wants me to go, then I'll go..." Sans said, lowering his hand but still looking down.

"...Sans, do you mean..." Grillby trailed off.

"I love her Grillby. Even if I have to let her go. As much as it hurts... I love her more," Sans said, as he placed the ketchup bottle away from himself and hung his head low.

Grillby left Sans alone for awhile, and after a while, Sans fell asleep at his seat with dried marks under his eyes. He figured that Sans was tired out from all the melancholy weighing in on his soul. Grillby signed as he looked down, but when he lifted his head back up, he saw Papyrus standing near Sans.

"... Papyrus. He-" Grillby was cut off by Papyrus, who said,

"It's alright Grillby. I heard everything. I just waited for him to fall asleep. It'll be easier to take him home now at least."

Although Papyrus kept a smile on his face, he felt sorry for his brother, especially since he could sense his feelings. He gently flopped Sans over his shoulder and carried him out of Grillby's, back to their home.

The end is nigh.