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Frisk groaned as she slowly opened her eyes. It felt like her head was trying to split itself in half. She rubbed her head, trying to soothe the pain. What did she even do yesterday? Why would her head hurt so much?

Oh yeah, she’d gone out partying with some of her friends in Snowdin. Why did she go again? Something about a celebration? What was it again? Oh yeah, it was something to do with sentries…. Why would she be celebrating sentries, though? Sentries were supposed to capture her, after all.

Oh, it was because Papyrus had become one.

Everyone had been so excited for him that they threw a party. He’d made some great friends over the last few months, hadn’t he? It was surprising, really, to see Papyrus in the middle of such a party. Though that was only because of his vocal distaste for Grillby’s. Then again, Papyrus did tend to hide his enjoyment of some things, like puns. It wouldn’t be surprising if he’d thought well of Grillby.

God, how much alcohol did she drink? Her head was killing her. She forced herself out of the bed, sluggishly changing out of her dirty, sweat-soaked clothes, before stepping into the shower.

It did take longer than usual for her to step out, as the idea of just submerging herself in hot water for a good while was really enticing. Regardless, she was getting hungry, so she couldn’t afford to stay much longer.

She didn’t notice it till she was almost done drying her hair. A cup of sea tea, sitting on her bedside table. Steam rose from the cup, indicating it hadn’t been out for long. She glanced at the old wall clock. Papyrus should have left home a long while ago, getting early to his new job and all, so that meant Sans had dropped some for her. Though, Sans was a sentry too. Granted, he tended to laze around on the job, but that didn’t mean he’d just decide not to show up. He’d have left with Papyrus.

There really wasn’t much point in thinking too hard about it. Sans did things like this all the time. She took a sip of the sea tea, a breath of relief rolling out of her as the pain in her head receded. It really did help with the hangover.

Frisk didn’t spend much longer in the room, opting to take the Sea Tea with her and savour it for a bit. As she stepped downstairs, she noticed something else. Breakfast. Sitting at the dining table.

“Sans?”

No response. It was obviously his doing, though. He’d done similar things before, popping in for a few moments to do something while no one else was looking, like setting up a prank, before popping back to where he was supposed to be. She knew that well from first-hand experience. She groaned at the memory of the first couple of weeks after she arrived here. Despite him saving her and bringing her here, he’d evidently thought of her as a nuisance and decided to make life a little bit more annoying for her.

It had been annoying, sure, but she couldn’t bring herself to hate him for it. He’d taken a big risk by sheltering a human, not to mention the fact that he was putting effort into ensuring said human didn’t starve. She could live with her life being a tad bit more annoying if it meant she would survive.

Besides, the resulting prank war was some of the best fun she’d ever had.

She pulled out her phone,

You 9:24 am
Thanks.

Sans 9:24 am
wut r u talking about

His reply was quick, as if he’d been waiting for the message. She was used to him taking a bit longer to reply to her.

You 9:25 am
You know what I’m talking about.

Sans 9:25 am
i dont understand

You 9:25 am
Don’t pretend. You left your whoopie cushion behind.

Frisk glanced at the whoopie cushion that sat on the table before her. She’d found it on the kitchen floor, in front of the stove. Yeah, if the fact that the Sea Tea had just randomly made its way into her room hadn’t made it 100% obvious who it was, this certainly did.

Sans 9:25 am
wait.

A minute later, Sans popped into existence right in front of Frisk, who only passed him a knowing smile. He swiftly picked up the whoopie cushion, not bothering to say anything. She continued to stare at him.

“fine, you’re welcome.”

She chuckled as he vanished. Who knew Sans could be such a tsundere?

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Sans looked up from the book he was reading, his eyes landing on the front door. Nothing. She was still not home yet. It was odd, realizing how attached he’d gotten to this human. He’d been trying his very best to do the opposite, so it was a tad concerning, but in truth, he just couldn’t not care about them. He’d hoped she’s slip up and show something despicable about herself, but all that paying attention had only highlighted how lovely a person she was.

He sighed. She’d been going out more and more often and coming home late at night. To where she and Toriel had refused to say. He trusted Toriel more than anyone else, but it still left him uneasy letting the human out of his sight. And as to why they were going out so much, Toriel simply said they were hanging out. When he’d confronted Frisk herself about it, he’d received no further elaboration, and she’d insisted Toriel was telling the truth. Toriel was a better liar than Frisk though, and while Toriel had left him suspicious, Frisk had completely confirmed his suspicions.

She was hiding something. The question was what.

He opted not to ask. If Toriel deemed it important enough to hide, he’d trust her. He trusted Frisk too. A little. It was dangerous to trust humans, he knew from experience, but maybe Frisk wouldn’t betray his trust. He hoped so. He was being far too optimistic for his own good, he knew it. But… even if just for now, he wanted to have hope that this would go well.

It would be a few more days before he finally caught a hint of what was going on. Frisk had come back early, citing something about being tired. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but… her clothes were damp. The rest of her was completely dry, so he’d have missed it if he wasn’t already looking for something, anything, he wouldn’t have noticed it.

That meant she wasn’t hanging out in The Furnace. That left the Frosted Fields, maybe, but Wetland was even more likely. Then again, Toriel was with her, so even if she did come close to freezing, she should be fine. Probably. Regardless, it was unlikely that one would fall into the rivers in the Frosted Fields. One would have to stray off the beaten pass and be immensely careless, as while some rivers were frozen over it’d be a stupid idea to actually step onto the lakes. In Wetland, however, it wasn’t too uncommon to fall into the streams ever once in a while.

All this to say, he was pretty sure they had been in Wetland.

He decided not to bring it up though. He was still waiting, he was pretty sure they’d say something soon.

His questions were answered soon enough. It was the next day, in fact, and Frisk had asked him to bring her to Wetland. She didn’t say anywhere in specific, and only asked that he put her somewhere they’d been before so she’d know her way around. He obliged, swiftly digging out ‘Cloak-ing’, his cloak of cloaking (named by the combined genius of him and Asgore), and donning it. Frisk had already been prepared when she asked him, so she spent her time waiting by rushing him to get changed quickly. She seemed excited for some reason, but he figured he would find out when they got there. Surprises were fun, so he was willing to play along.

They touched down a little off the main path through Wetland. Frisk checked her mask on instinct, satisfied that it remained secured on her face. She grabbed Sans’ hand without much warning, leading him through Wetland. There weren’t many people around, though that was to be expected, no one spent their time wandering through Wetland. They took no detours and headed straight to their destinations. Most of the caverns remained uncharted and dangerous, so they knew better than to test their luck.

Given that, Sans was a tad worried as they continued further and further into the uncharted areas of Wetland. Frisk probably knew what she was doing and had probably been through this path with Toriel before, but he couldn’t help but worry that something would happen. Eventually, they reached the end of this winding path, a dead end at first glance. In front of them was an opening that Toriel would probably have to struggle through. The rocks were chipped, and rubble laid a short while away from the opening. They’d probably had to widen the hole for Toriel, hadn’t they?

He chuckled at the image of Toriel trying to squeeze herself through the hole to no avail.

Frisk lead him carefully through the hole, instructing him to close his eyes as she led him further into the following room. The temptation to peek was almost too great, but he obliged.

When he opened his eyes, he was met with a vast field of echo flowers, streams of water surrounding them, their blow glow only further complimenting that of the flowers. Soft whispers filled the room, the voices of many before them ringing through the air. But there was something… something he couldn’t place. He could hear something familiar under all the whispers.

It wasn’t until one of the flowers whispered ‘Frisk’ that he realized what. Some of these were from Frisk’s short time here.

“This is tougher than I thought.”

“How does Sans do it?”

“Man he’s going to be so surprised. You can tell he’s been wondering what’s going on.”

“I’ve almost got it.”

The whispers continued on, this time with Frisk’s voice. He felt himself getting engrossed in putting together the dots through the whispers, but he tuned them out as Frisk began to speak.

“So, what do you think?”

“Hm?”

“What do you think about this cavern I found? No one comes here since it was sealed off and completely off the path, so it’s remained untouched for a good while. I do have to wonder how long it has been since someone before us came here.” She was rambling again. “Maybe-”

“It’s great. It looks wonderful.” He could say that about Wetland in general. This place was honestly a beauty, but it was always in places like these, untouched by others, that its beauty truly shone.

Frisk paused, a silence falling between the two as she internally hyped herself up. He couldn’t help but wonder why she’d brought him here, as given the weeks of going out and about with Toriel and refusing to tell him what was going on, he was sure they’d put some effort into something.

“Alright. Alright.” She repeated this to herself as she focused. “Here goes.”

Magic flowed into their surroundings, and on instinct, Sans wanted to leave that instant. When someone did that near him, it was to prepare for a large-scale attack. But no, Frisk wouldn’t do that. He wasn’t even sure she could, but maybe she’d been using this time to train magic. Last he recalled Chara had only taught her the basics, so being able to create large attacks would be out of her repertoire.

He calmed himself down with that knowledge. Even if she could, Frisk had no reason to do so. She wasn’t going to lead him here just to kill him. She wouldn’t betray him.

He shook away that last thought the moment he caught it. Anything having to do with betrayal could send him into a spiral of destructive thoughts. He needed to focus on something else…

Like how the magic felt soothing against his bones. His attention snapped back to the world around him, noticing the magic leak into the rivers and streams. He watched as Frisk’s eyes flared crimson, a tell that she was probably sapping a lot of energy from her soul to do this. …That couldn’t be good, could it?

“I’m going to knock his socks off. No wait, that would just mean he’s got another pair scattered somewhere around the house.”

…He’d wait. If she got too close to exhaustion, he’d step in, but she’d practised this. Surely everything would be fine.

Eventually, the crimson gold faded from Frisk’s eyes, returning to their normal golden hue. Sans moved to catch Frisk as her legs gave out on her, a somewhat confused and worried expression on his face. What was she trying to do—?

Oh.

Oh.

The cavern’s crystals, which previously sat inactive and left all the lightning to the luminous echo flowers, now glowed with a bright light. Bubbles floated up from the streams, reflecting the light of the crystals between each other and illuminating the room even further.

The scene only lasted few seconds before everything returned to normal, but it was a beautiful scene nonetheless. How much effort did Frisk put into this? And how did she manage to learn this so quickly? Fine control of magic like this took years to master, and while her performance was clearly far from perfect, it was impressive nonetheless. Not to mention that magic was much more difficult for those who haven’t been around it for long. It had taken Chara months to learn how to give shape to her magic. Then again, this whole situation likely involved Chara helping as well. Her help would probably make this more feasible, and it would be crazy to think this possible otherwise. Toriel was great, but she wasn’t this good at teaching magic to humans.

“What did you think?” His eyes snapped back to Frisk, who had a rather smug expression on her face. She was proud of herself, and honestly, she should be.

“It was impressive. I loved it. Though, uh, how about you work on increasing your magic reserves before you pull any more stunts like these.”

She released a huff of satisfaction at that. “Did it blow your socks off?”

“It did, I can’t find ‘em anymore.”

They both chuckled at his bad joke.

“You didn’t even try with that one,” Frisk nagged, but she continued to chuckle at it.

“Yeah, but wa-ter the choices I have here? That scene took my breath away.”

“Skeletons don’t have lungs, silly.”

“No need to take the wind out of my joke, Frisk.”

She laughed at that one, too exhausted to retort.

“Thank you for this. Not sure why you decided to host me this nice show, but thank you.”

“I just thought you’d like it. You’re welcome.”

Sans smiled warmly at that last line. The thought of someone going out of their way to do something good for him made him so happy inside. “Alright, let’s go home and get you something to eat. You didn’t bring something with you to replenish your energy?”

A look of realization came upon Frisk, and she was quickly overtaken with embarrassment. “I- I don’t know, I guess I just forgot in all the excitement.”

Sans chuckled at this as he picked her up bridal style, getting ready to take a shortcut back home. “Alright, how does some celebration lasagna sound? As a thank you for this.”

“That would be wonderful.”

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Perhaps she had simply grown complacent since this hadn’t happened in a while. She’d thought all would be calm, that things had settled down and she could finally forget about the past.

She was awoken by the sudden burst of magic in the room. She’d gotten more sensitive to it over time by killing the monsters over and over spending a lot of time with her friends. Magic was part of her everyday life, so it only made sense that she’d gotten used to sensing it. A bit of magic in your surroundings was normal. More meant a monster had likely called upon their magic to do so.

However, there was really only one thing a sudden burst of magic would mean, especially with so much surrounding her, and that was danger. Her eyes darted around the room as she sat up immediately, before settling on the source. A short figure hugging the wall opposite her side of the room. Left eye blaring red, his left hand raised to attack, yet his expression one of caution.

It took her a moment to realize what was going on, and she began to calm down. Slowly, she got out of bed, noting how Sans was still holding tightly to his pillow. For comfort or just as a backup weapon, she wasn’t sure. His eye followed her movements, and any sudden moves caused him to flinch. The fact that he hadn’t attacked was a good sign. He’d… hurt her in his panic once or twice before. Actually the same could be said for Papyrus, and when either happened Sans never did take it well.

“Calm down, Sans. It’s me. I’m not going to hurt you. Please.” Her voice was hushed as she slowly moved towards him.

Perhaps her voice seemed to do the trick, as he paused. His eye slowly faded away as he let his hand drop to his side. This was far easier and quicker than it had been before. That gave her a bit of hope.

“…Frisk?”

“I’m here. It’s okay. You’re safe.”

“…I- I’m so sorry.”

“There’s no need to be sorry.” Frisk slowly approached Sans, her arms wide open for a hug. He paused, before gradually falling into her embrace. “It’s not going to happen again. There’s no need to worry.”

Tears fell from his eyes and soaked her shirt. She didn’t mind. Sometimes she was the one in his arms, crying when she remembered that time.

The complete and utter lack of control over her actions. Being forced to go along with her puppeteer’s cruel whims and slaughter the people she’d befriended and begun to care about. The pain. Oh, the pain. She couldn’t do anything but she could feel every moment of it.

Even if they were fine now. Even though they were free from that time, it still followed them. You could erase the deaths, but the memories came back with you. They were always burdened by the memory of that time. Sans… Sans wasn’t supposed to remember. But he did, and she never knew why. He didn’t either. Sometimes, she wished he’d forget it all if it’d help his mental state. He’d gotten over it mostly, he’d known that she had no control as he’d been the one to stop her in her tracks, but there were always moments like this when it all came rushing back.

But in the end, it was fine. They could work through this together. They had each other, and their friends. Even if only the two of them remembered, their friends would always be there to help and support them the best they could. And hopefully, eventually, it’d fade into the past, never to bother them again.

The sobbing slowly died down, leaving a tired Sans in her arms. His breathing slowed, returning to normal, and after a few minutes, she was pretty sure he’d fallen back asleep. That was good, he needed the rest.

She kissed his head, wishing him a good sleep before moving back to the bed with him in tow. When she thought about it, it was a miracle that they were anything more than friends. After the reset, Sans could barely even stay in the same room, and barely said more than short, curt sentences to her. She could never blame him. She’d do the same in his position.

Yet here they were, boyfriend and girlfriend, sleeping together. It was more than she’d could have ever asked for. So, perhaps things still went sour every once in a while. On the bright side, They would be fine. They would be happy.

And with that bit of reassurance to herself, she too dozed off, cuddling up together with her boyfriend.

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“Someone’s really excited, huh?”

“I can’t help it! I’ve been gone from home for far too long. You know how I’ve been since that delay—.”

“Yeah, I know. You’ve been calling me every day since then.”

Sans chuckled as he said this, taking a sip out of his cup of coffee. It’d been a few years since they’d gotten onto the surface and while the first couple of years had been calm, they soon grew hectic for Frisk once the Kingdom of Monsters’ relationship with other nations came into question. The country their mountain lay in had been kind enough in negotiations, even when Asgore’s… actions had come to light, but they couldn’t say the same for the rest of the world. Some were sympathetic, realizing that Asgore didn’t really have much choice. Others simply didn’t care about nuance and condemned them.

And all this to say that Frisk wasn’t having a particularly good time dealing with all of this. Frisk had quickly become a frequent flyer and it was clear that all this was taking a toll on her. She was one of the most stubborn and determined people he knew, but even she had her limits. She wouldn’t admit this to Toriel and Asgore, of course, but Sans and Undyne knew better. It wasn’t difficult for either of them to notice. And through some… bureaucratic bullshit that Sans had neither the time nor patience for, Undyne had managed to wrestle Frisk home for a few weeks of relaxation. Toriel and Asgore would be taking over for her in the meantime.

Frisk sighed. “If I’m disturbing you, I’m sorry.”

“Nah, I actually enjoy it. It’s not uncommon for you to be unavailable for weeks at a time, so I’ll enjoy every second we have together.”

Frisk chuckled. “I’ll be home for the next month and a half, so you don’t need to worry that much. Besides, it could be longer if things go smoothly and they don’t need me anymore.”

“And it could be shorter if things go poorly and they need you back. And you’re also going to be working while at home.” Right, a few weeks of mostly relaxation. Undyne had assured him that Frisk would still spend most of her time away from work but that didn’t reassure him as well as he’d hoped it would.

“Don’t remind me. I’m trying to forget about work for as long as I possibly can. Really, there’s no need to worry. Things will be fine.”

She was right. Toriel and Asgore could handle themselves. “Alright Let’s just hope nothing else goes wrong. Papyrus was disappointed when he realized you’d be a day late. He spent all of last night piling through books about air travel. Guess he inadvertently got interested in it ‘cause I had to drag him to sleep at midnight.”

Frisk laughed. Papyrus never slept late, so Sans’ guess was probably right. “Ah, I have to go now. Yes, Undyne, I’m coming.” There was some shuffling in the background before Frisk spoke once again. “Sans, I’ll see you soon. Love you, bye! Oh, and don’t feel obligated to stay up late for me.”

“Love you too.”

Click.

She knew him too well. It was a shame he wasn’t going to listen. He took another sip of his coffee as he stared out the window and into the sky. She’d finally be back. As much as he liked to keep calm, he couldn’t help but be excited about this. There was no way he was going to fall asleep and miss his girlfriend’s return. There wasn’t really much he could do but wait, though.

Or perhaps he could reminisce in the meantime.

Being in a long-distance relationship had certainly been difficult, especially with how much work Frisk was expected to handle. Even when free, she was tired, and every once in a while, she’d fall asleep in the middle of one of their calls. There was a period of time when Sans just couldn’t talk to her at all, she was either swamped with work or asleep, and Undyne had probably gotten a tad tired of Sans constantly calling worried. He knew Undyne was worried too, but it felt frustrating that he couldn’t help. Undyne was reliable, yeah, but even Undyne was busy. And she was usually running off caffeine too.

Things did calm down, but it took Sans a little bit of time before his worries subsided.

There was also not being able to see each other. Video calls helped, but Sans rarely actually saw her face-to-face for the last couple of years. Getting used to having her around all the time to having to see her through the screen was tough. He missed her being around, he really did.

Papyrus’ door opened, snapping his attention to him. The tired skeleton looked at Sans, before walking up to Sans’s room. He raised his hand to knock, before doing a double take.

“Sans? You’re awake?!”

Sans simply shrugged. “Guess so.”

Papyrus’s jaw fell wide open before he sighed and slammed it shut. His voice slipped into his much quieter version, one he’d picked up after arriving on the surface. People didn’t seem to take well to his naturally loud voice, so he’d only ever slip into it out of surprise nowadays. “I supposed you must also be feeling rather…”

“Disappointed,” Sans answered.

“…that Frisk’s flight was delayed, but that’s no reason to slack on your sleep! …If that could count as slacking. No, wait. Sans, don’t you dare.”

Sans grinned, and Papyrus’s expression went grim as he glared at the skeleton.

“You’re right, bro.” Papyrus’s glare grew even more intense. “I really shouldn’t be resisting…” Papyrus looked like he was about to pop a metaphorical vein. “…ar-rest.”

Papyrus groaned. “You know what? That was on me. You’ve used that one a million times before, so I should’ve seen it coming a mile away. You just never lay that pun to rest.”

Sans paused. “Wait, wasn’t that a—”

“Nyehehehe!” was Papyrus’s response as he walked into the kitchen.

Frisk was right to warn them not to stay up for this. Night fell and they’d heard nothing. Eleven pm. Still nothing. It was a short while past midnight when Undyne kicked their door open (Papyrus had had the foresight to leave it unlocked, just in case) with Frisk in tow. Literally. She arrived carrying Frisk with a single arm around her torso, with the rest of the luggage either strapped onto her back or held by her other arm.

Papyrus, woken up by the loud bang of the door, simply stood in shock as Undyne put Frisk down (with a gentleness rare from her). The rest of the luggage did not receive the same treatment. Sans simply chuckled, remaining on the couch as he watched the scene. Frisk looked just as tired as Papyrus, while Undyne looked like she’d finally gotten a bit of rest. It was a long flight, so perhaps Undyne had finally got some shuteye. She was notorious for running for days off a few hours of sleep.

“WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING JUST STANDING THERE? MY BESTIE IS BACK AND THIS IS HOW YOU GREET HER?”

Frisk hushed her, reminding her that people were asleep at this time, but found herself interrupted by a bear hug from Papyrus,.

“Welcome back!”

At least Papyrus wasn’t being so loud.

As soon as Papyrus dropped Frisk, Sans was behind her, arms open for a hug. “Welcome back, Frisk.”

Frisk hugged him, placing a kiss on his forehead. “I’m glad to be back.”

“And where are MY hugs?!” Undyne (thankfully) spoke quieter this time, though that didn’t mean she wouldn’t pull all of them into a giant bear hug. Any tighter and Sans was sure he’d snap in half.

Luckily, she dropped them before too long.

“Alright, I have to run. Alphys was expecting me an hour ago!” She didn’t wait for a response, quickly dashing outside and into the car she drove here. At least she remembered to close the door behind her.

“…That happened.” Sans broke the short moment of silence between them. “So uh, you tired Frisk? Or are you going to stay up a little longer?”

“No, I could use some rest right now.” Now that she said that, she did look a tad bit tired. She was good at not letting it show, something Sans had told her wasn’t a good thing. Rest was important.

“If you two are going to sleep, then I suppose it’s time I hit the hay.” Papyrus wasted no time in leaving for his room. It wasn’t surprising, Papyrus struggled with staying up anywhere past ten most of the time.

Come to think of it, Undyne would’ve died to have a sleep schedule like Papyrus.

“I guess we should head to bed now.”

“No, not yet.” Sans led Frisk to the couch. “Let’s just… stay here for a bit. I haven’t seen you outside of my phone’s screen for months now, so I just want to…” He paused, not knowing how to word this. “Can I have another hug?”

It was rare seeing Sans so touch-starved. Usually, it was Frisk who felt that way, as Sans wasn’t the most touchy of people most of the time. To tell the truth, she was touch starved too.

She happily obliged, pulling him into a tight hug. They stayed like that for a few moments, before Sans pulled away. He held both of her hands, slowly moving his thumb across them. Frisk let him go on, not entirely sure what was happening but fine with it all the same. His hands slowly moved to her face, caressing it.

It was as good of a moment as any, so Frisk moved in for a kiss. Sans welcomed it, pulling her even closer to him. As the kiss ended, they looked into each other’s eyes. They didn’t need to say much. Their longing was obvious to one other, their love outpouring. They were—

The door slammed open. “OH AND I FORGOT TO SAY—!”

She paused, noting the scene she had just happened upon. Sans was internally groaning, clearly annoyed with Undyne, while Frisk sat flustered, though still in Sans’ arms. A wide grin grew on her face as she realized what had been going on.

“I had something to tell you but it can wait till the morning. I’ll leave you two lovebirds to it.~” She slowly closed the door as she spoke, her head peeking through the gap.

Sans launched one of his slippers at her using magic, but Undyne simply shut the door and left, her laughing still audible through the door. At least the laughter told them when she finally got into her car and left.

“…I probably should’ve locked the door.”

Frisk chuckled. “Yeah.”

“…Let’s head to bed.”

“Alright.”

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“Y’know, princess, this is supposed to be a fancy dinner.”

Sans laid his glass of non-alcoholic wine gently on the table, using his free hand to gesture at the attire the person sitting across him wore. He was dressed in his usual completely formal attire, while she was dressed in… a turtleneck sweater, a pair of trousers and some boots. What she usually wore.

She placed her fork down on her empty plate and responded with a smirk. “And why should I care? Those dresses are so tight and uncomfortable anyway. Too difficult to move in them. Besides, it’s only the two of us here. No one is going to see me, and I wouldn’t care if they did.”

They both went silent as they locked eyes with one another. A serious atmosphere settled between them before…

…they both burst out laughing.

“The Queen would have a heart attack if she were to hear that.”

“Then we just have to make sure she never will.”

Sans sighed at that. He wiped his mouth clean with a napkin before moving to start packing up the dishes. He could’ve called someone in to do it for them, but he saw no point. Besides, he’d rather no one hear the conversation he was having right now.

“Say, princess—”

“We’re alone.”

“Force of habit. Frisk, you aren’t planning to run off alone to god-knows-where during the festival again, are you?”

The Annual New Home Festival. Three days of celebration to remember the day New Home was completed. It’s an important day for many because that single event led to the proper development of the Underground. Before that, there really wasn’t much space for most to live and overcrowding was a major concern. New Home provided a solution in the form of housing for many. Even if it was a good while before the Core would be created and provide power to all, the establishment of New Home did help a lot of people.

“No, I’ve learnt my lesson from last time.” She shuddered at remembering the lecture Toriel had sat her through the last time she vanished. She couldn’t blame her. It was a year ago, but that lecture was long. She probably wasn’t lying.

This was good, he was worried Toriel would chew him out for letting her out of his sight again. In truth, Frisk would be fine. She knew how to take care of herself, and it was usually easy for Sans to find her too. The Queen couldn’t help but be overprotective of her regardless, and for good reason. He supposed that if he was Toriel, he’d be just as worried too.

“If you really want to go down to the festival, all you need to do is ask the Queen. I’m sure she’d be willing to let you go down to enjoy yourself for a while.”

“Yeah, and saddle me with an entire platoon of guards. I don’t know how MK manages to deal with this.”

“MK isn’t posted with an entire platoon of guards because your mother knows he won’t just wordlessly vanish the moment they aren’t looking.” He spoke matter-of-factly as he placed the last plate onto the stack. “He only has one or two guards posted onto him at a time, and it’s usually those he’s close to. His personal guard can afford to look away every once in a while, but, at least in Toriel’s eyes, the moment I look away, you’re gone.”

In truth, it was rare that Frisk completely vanished from his sight. Instead, he was often pulled into her antics and ended up covering for her, usually taking the brunt of the punishment, though as long as nothing happened to Frisk, Sans got off with just lectures. Why did he still have his position? Well for one, Frisk trusted him more than anyone else (which, when he thought about it, made him feel warm and happy inside), and because other guards had performed much worse at keeping her in check.

Any other guard would likely have given up on her at this point, but Sans couldn’t say he disliked her. Quite the opposite. He found her utter lack of care for formalities refreshing. As much as he was a stickler for the rules, he did admit that the constant formalities surrounding the royals could be tiring. He knew from experience, having worked as Frisk’s personal guard for the last few years. She was just genuinely fun to be around. Perhaps that was why he kept giving in and letting her do as she wished.

“You know, your mom really does care about you.”

Frisk didn’t respond, only fixing him with a glare. He sighed. She always refused to speak on this topic with him. He understood, but he couldn’t help but worry about her relationship with the Queen. Toriel had pulled Sans aside to talk about Frisk often enough that he was genuinely concerned about whether the two were even talking to one another. He knew she hated talking about it, and it really wasn’t his place to meddle, but he really couldn’t bring himself not to care.

A ringing erupted from his pocket, interrupting his thoughts. His phone. Ah. He’d set an alarm.

“It’s time, Frisk.”

She sighed, her expression softening. “Alright. I’ll be going ahead.”

And that was all. She got up and left quickly, though it was almost to get it all over with quicker rather than being excited for the night’s proclamation. Or maybe she just wanted to get away from him. No, that couldn’t be true.

He hoped not.

It took a while for him to get back to New Home. Between reporting to Alphys and checking up on Chara and Papyrus, he was exhausted. It didn’t help that Undyne had tried to rope him into some particularly explosive experiments. He dusted the soot off his uniform as he found his way to the Dreemurr’s home in the capital. He’d have to apologize for being late, even if it was only a few minutes. Tonight’s proclamation to start the festivities was important after all.

He knocked on the front door, spending a moment to think about what they’d do tonight. If Frisk wanted to go down to enjoy the festivities (and he was sure she did), it’d be a good idea to plan ahead. He’d show her around to stalls he was sure she’d like and ensure she had a wonderful time. He’d probably need to try and convince Toriel that it’d be better to just leave him with her instead of sending a bunch of guards with her.

The door opened, revealing Asgore. The intimidating goat monster stood over him for a moment, before his eyes fell on Sans and he gave him a warm smile.

“Ah, Sans. You’re here. There’s no need to worry about being late, Toriel and Frisk aren’t ready yet. They’ll be out in a moment, so why don’t you come in for some tea?”

Sans obliged him, Asgore’s tea was nice. Also, it’d ease the silence that would likely fall between them as they waited.

He was, in fact, correct. Asgore sighed after taking a sip of his tea, placing the cup back down on the table. Sans continued to nurse his, hoping Asgore didn’t say anything. He really didn’t know how to deal with Asgore. That wasn’t to say he disliked him, no, he had respect for the King, but despite the King’s usual calmness, he held an intimidating aura around him for a reason. Toriel was the brain behind the Royals, the so-called Monarch in charge, but Asgore? Asgore was the one who ensured the Dreemurs maintained their grip on power. He was the brawns of the operation.

All that to say, Sans didn’t want to cross him. Asgore wasn’t exactly known for having the best temper. Once you got him angry, only his family could snap him out of it. And that was if his family was around to calm him.

“Sans, I must thank you for all you’ve done for us. I know Tori might be hard on you for turning a blind eye to Frisk’s antics every once in a while…” Was it that obvious? “…but I can tell you really do try your best. Frisk does seem happier with you around, too, so I must thank you for being a good friend as well.”

Okay, so this was all great, but why was he saying this now? Why the sudden praise?

“I trust you’ll continue to do a good job in watching and protecting Frisk for us.”

Oh, so it was a threat.

“Yes, my King.”

Asgore looked him over, to which Sans instinctively reacted by sipping on his tea till it was over. After a short while, Asgore’s eyes left him, probably finding his answer fine. Maybe not satisfactory, but fine at the very least. Where was Frisk? He wanted to leave this place as quickly as possible.

A door down the corridor opened, and Sans thanked the stars that someone else was finally here. Frisk stepped out in an absolutely splendid long purple dress, one which left Sans doing a double take. She looked absolutely stunning, and if not for Asgore sitting in the room with him and Toriel staring at Sans from behind Frisk, he’d probably have said it out loud.

He needed to hold back his feelings. He was her personal guard, not a potential suitor.

Then again, he didn’t think Frisk would enjoy the compliment. She absolutely hated dresses like these and a look at her feet revealed heels, yet another thing she hated. There was no doubt Frisk would kick those off the first chance she got.

“Ah, Sans, you’re here. That’s good timing. I was beginning to think we’d be late. MK has already gone ahead with Alphys, so they’re waiting on us.”

Toriel immediately sprang into action, shoving Frisk, Asgore and Sans out of the house as she made some last-minute checks. Once sure that nothing had been forgotten, they made the trip to the Royal Palace. It wasn’t a long trip by any means, and Toriel’s rushing them meant they arrived as quickly as they possibly could. Frisk had no shortage of complaints, but he couldn’t blame her, as far as he knew heels were not particularly fun to walk in, even worse when trying to move at a faster pace. He’d have carried her if doing so wouldn’t probably cause Asgore and Toriel to stare him down with suspicion. Maybe he was being too paranoid but he didn’t want to test his luck.

When they arrived, it was just as Toriel had stated. They stepped onto the palace’s balcony to see MK and Alphys already waiting for them. The former was dressed in appropriate regal attire, a splendid purple armless suit, while the latter simply wore their guard uniform.

Alphys breathed a sigh of relief as they arrived, though Sans was the only one to notice. Sans gave her a pitying look, Alphys was not good with this type of event. Despite being the strong and tactical genius she was, Alphys was notoriously shy when it came to anything other than battle. Since becoming the vice-captain of the guard (which he had done before becoming Frisk’s personal guard), he’d been the one to act as Alphys’s voice to the rest of the guard.

Alphys returned one of her own, glancing at Frisk. Ah, she was pitying him for having to deal with the princess. He chuckled to himself; everyone but him seemed to consider being Frisk’s personal guard a punishment, a fate worse than death maybe. He found it enjoyable, having grown to care for Frisk through it. Most of her guards had simply assumed her to be a spoilt brat and had promptly lost all of Frisk’s trust, so it wasn’t surprising.

They all got in position as Toriel moved to speak. It was a wonderful speech, one of how they’d managed to pull through after the devastating effects of the war. It was one on how they’d managed to rebuild, on how they’d continue to pull through. If you asked Sans, he couldn’t tell you exactly what she said, as he was too busy paying attention to Frisk’s expressions. He could tell she was just waiting for it to end. At least she was good at putting up a mask. He could tell because he’d spent a lot of time growing close to her, but anyone else would be hard-pressed to be able to tell. Frisk had the perfect poker face after all.

Thankfully, it didn’t last much longer. Once the speech was done, Toriel declared the festival open and the royal family left the balcony. While the rest of the Dreemurrs stuck around, Frisk promptly asked to be taken home. Sans obliged, opting to use a shortcut since she’d asked him to be quick.

“You know, you might hate me for saying this, but you did look stunning back there.”

Frisk went silent, and for a moment he thought that saying it had been the wrong choice, but he got a glimpse of the smile she was trying to hide. Huh. It was taking everything within him to not blurt out another compliment. He was just her guard and he needed to remind himself of that.

When Frisk stepped out of her room, she was wearing a hooded cloak over her usual turtleneck and trousers. This left Sans with a whole bunch of questions. First of all…

“You’re sneaking out into the festival again, aren’t you?”

Frisk quickly moved to the door and put on her boots as Sans hovered around her. “Yes. Did you really think I was just going to sit and watch from afar?”

“You said—”

“I said I wouldn’t be going alone. I said nothing about going on a little date with my guard.”

Oh. He sighed. What was he going to do with her? Wait. “Did you say date?”

She gave an affirmative hum and smiled conspiratorially at him. “So are you coming along or not?”

He was just a guard. Just a guard— oh fuck it. He couldn’t bring himself to say no. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” She stood up, holding out her gloved hand to him.

Toriel was probably going to rip him a new one, but he couldn’t bring himself to care about that right now. He took her hand without hesitation, and the next moment they were gone.

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Slowed panting filled the room as Frisk gripped her head. There was no wound there, but it sure felt like there was. Beads of sweat fell off her face in torrents, soaking the bedsheets she lay on. Another nightmare. No, it was the same one. The same one that continually haunted her ever since that day.

Her mother’s death.

She sighed. She’d thought she’d gotten over it after Sans got rid of her father. It was sweet revenge, but in all honesty, it just left her empty after it all. She’d continued to power through based on spite and hatred for that man alone, a fitting substitute for her usual passion and determination, but a volatile one at that. If she didn’t have Sans and Ivan with her, well, she’d probably be very lost on what to do now.

She got up, deciding there was no point in trying to go back to sleep. Maybe she could find Sans and spend the night talking to him. Or she could read, there was always an interesting book or two in the library if she searched hard enough. No, she wanted to see Sans now.

There wasn’t really anywhere to find him though. He didn’t have a room in here, despite Frisk offering to let him pick any of the many empty rooms in the dorms. He just preferred to float around. Or perhaps just vanish for the night to God knows where. It was at times like these that she realized she’d never actually bothered to learn much about where he came from. She’d just… accepted his presence and got used to him being here. And while, sure, she certainly knew him, and had gotten used to how he thought and acted, she’d never bothered to learn more about him.

Perhaps this was just a way of explaining her barely disguised crush on the devil.

Actually, come to think of it, there was one place he could be.

She made her way out of the abbey, oil lantern in hand. The abbey got really dark at night, and if she was any younger she’d be terrified that ghosts or monsters could be lurking within. Made her think of Van, actually. Ivan, or well, Van, as Sans liked to call him, had just wandered in just to prove his bravery. And to prove the rumors were false, but she was sure that he never did care much about that. Van wasn’t the type of child to care much about disproving mysteries and rumors, on the contrary, he enjoyed listening to them and trying to see if they were real. Maybe that was why he was so taken with Sans. Sans had, according to him, tried to scare him off, but ended up with the child clinging to him. It was funny, as despite it all Sans never complained, and actually enjoyed taking care of Van.

But that was unrelated.

She stared up at the roof of the main hall. He wasn’t there. Surprising, on such a starry night like this, you’d expect to see him there. Weird.

She was about to leave when a hushed voice caught her attention.

“Frisk… you’re not asleep? Something happen?”

She turned to see Sans, laying on the ground. With Van sleeping on him. Ah, so that was why he was so quiet.

“I’m fine.” She lied without skipping a beat. “Just… got a little hungry.”

Sans gave her a look filled with scrutiny and doubt. “You don’t look so good. The bags under your eyes and your sullen expression say otherwise. Not to mention you look like you’ve been crying.”

Nothing ever escapes his gaze. She wasn’t surprised he realized it immediately. She sighed. “…Nightmare.”

“Ah. It’s been a good while since you’ve had one of those, hasn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

Silence filled the air between them.

Sans was obviously hesitating to speak. “You, uh, wanna talk about it?” He pat the ground beside him.

“N—” She stopped herself. She’d refused on instinct, but… perhaps talking about it would help. “You know what, sure?” She took a seat beside him, her eyes wandering to the stars above. It really was awe-inspiring. She could understand why Sans had been so taken by the stars.

She was avoiding the issue.

She sighed once again. Slowly, but surely, she began to speak. “…Did I ever tell you what happened to my mom?”

“No, though I did infer from your last conversation with your dad—” He paused, remembering Frisk didn’t like referring to that man as her father. Sans could understand, being related to such a giant piece of shit would make him wanna peel his metaphorical skin off. “—with that man, that she must’ve passed away.”

“Yeah. It’s been over a decade since she died. I was only ten. Our carriage skid off a cliff and well, she saved me from death using her own body. At first, I had simply been overcome with grief. My mother was gone, and little me blamed herself for it. Some part of me thought that, well, I should have died instead. Some part of me still does. But, I think I’ve managed to mostly work through it. Yet, my mind eventually wanders back to that moment, replaying it over and over, trapping me in the same event in the form of a nightmare. It’s… disconcerting to say the least.”

Sans remained silent while she spoke, and for a good while after she finished he said nothing. His expression was one of realization and concern.

He moved to speak, but she decided to continue on. “What made it worse was realizing that… that man didn’t care at all. He was as joyous as always, so of course, I got suspicious. He was sloppy, and it was easy to learn through a bit of eavesdropping that he was behind it. Perhaps I should’ve killed him in his sleep that night. It certainly would’ve made my life much easier, not having to deal with him for the next years to come.”

Well, she had killed him eventually. Sans wasn’t one to take the moral high ground on anything, as despite being the Judge, being a high-ranked devil sometimes entailed taking on some rather immoral jobs occasionally. And while he did always ensure to add some sick twist for the sake of his conscience, it didn’t erase what he’d done.

Besides, he had helped Frisk kill him.

In all honesty, he wasn’t sure what to say. He was good at reading people, sure, but he was far from a therapist. All he could do was to try his best. “Well, I don’t have many bright ideas on helping you get rid of your nightmares, but if it helps, you can always come find me if you need someone to talk to. I hope… I hope this helped, even if I didn’t exactly do much. If you need a hug, don’t feel afraid to ask.”

Frisk smiled. Sans paused, he’d gotten used to her usual poker face. Seeing her smile was rare, and rather beautiful— He shrugged off the thought. Now wasn’t the time for it.

“Thank you.”

“’S no problem. Always here to help.”

A comfortable silence fell between them as their attention turned to the stars. There was no point in sitting out here if they didn’t enjoy the starry night.

“Why is Van with you anyway?”

“Kid couldn’t sleep, so he came looking for me. Said he didn’t want to wake you up. He fell asleep after asking some questions and watching the stars.”

“Questions?” She almost didn’t bother asking, but she was curious.

“Eh, nothing much. The usual prodding around about my horns. Asking how my tail works. He did have some questions about you, too. Ah, I promised not to mention that last one. Forget I said anything.” Sans chuckled as he ran his fingers through Ivan’s hair. It was getting longer since it hadn’t been cut in a while.

Frisk giggled at his comment. “Sure, I heard nothing.”

A brief period of silence again.

“Thank you.” Frisk broke the silence yet again.

“For what?”

“For being here in the first place. I never did thank you for coming here, even if you did show up unannounced. I mean it. It would have been really boring here otherwise. I only managed to keep going through pure spite, but eventually that would’ve died down. So, thank you.”

“…You’re thanking me too much here. I just thought it’d be fun to mess around a bit.” He paused, his voice dying down into a whisper when he spoke once again. “You’re welcome.”

Once again, they fell silent. There wasn’t much else to say now, so they gazed at the stars once more. Making as little noise as she could, Frisk drew closer to Sans. He said nothing. She drew closer again. Nothing. Slowly, but surely, she placed her hand on his. He glanced at it but said nothing. Frisk seemed satisfied though, as her smile grew wider despite how much she tried to hide it. He hoped she wouldn’t notice the dim tint of blue covering his cheekbones.

They stayed like that, watching the stars through the night. Eventually, Sans started to point out a few, but Frisk dozed off soon after. Her head rested on his shoulder as she slept, and Sans soon realized he’d gotten himself in an inescapable position.

Not that he wanted to escape.

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Valentine’s day. A day where one gives gifts to those you love. Every February 14th, humans would come together to show their love for one another. There was but one issue, though. This was, in fact, a human holiday.

And that meant monsters likely didn’t celebrate it. And as far as she knew, they didn’t celebrate an equivalent day. Or maybe she just hadn’t looked hard enough. Every week, it seemed like, she learnt something new about the monsters that she’d never noticed. Monsters shared a lot of commonalities with humans, but they could be so very different from humans, or even themselves. It was confusing, but fun to learn.

So, why was Frisk vigorously finding some way to wrap portions of handmade chocolate? Simple, because even if they didn’t celebrate it, a gift couldn’t hurt anyone. As for why the chocolate was handmade, buying it from Muffet would be far too expensive, even if Muffet offered a discount to her and the skeleton brothers. Snowdin did indeed sell chocolates, but instead, she had asked the nice shopkeep for help on how to make them.

Frisk was a tad surprised she said yes, but over time she learnt that the bunny monster was kinder than most. It had taken her a week to get it down to the point she was somewhat satisfied with it, and by the time she was done, she was sure she wasn’t going to eat any more chocolate for a month. When everything was said and done, the bunny reassured her that the chocolate was fine and that the skeletons would love it. Of course, she was also going to give some to Flowey, but she didn’t correct her. Her reassurance was nice, as she was still somewhat nervous about whether they’d like the chocolate.

Papyrus was the first to receive his, but that was mostly because he was always the first one to wake up. Frisk had gotten up extra early today for this, and handed Papyrus the chocolates right before he headed off to work. A single bite and Frisk suddenly found herself in a hug, reminding Frisk that not only did this young boy have a deceptively strong grip, but that Papyrus was growing rather quickly. She’d only arrived here under a year ago, and back then she still stood a bit over Papyrus. Hell, Sans was taller than Papyrus back then and she still stood taller than Sans. Yet in that short time, he had grown enough to have to look down to face her.

She didn’t know how to describe how she felt. Proud? Sorta. It felt odd, seeing how she and Papyrus had essentially become like siblings over time. Odd, but nice.

Flowey was next and he seemed to take the gift well. He looked happy, but Frisk didn’t miss the mix of confusion and guilt on his face upon seeing the gift. Even after she reassured him that the gift was for him and that he’d done nothing wrong, he still seemed reluctant to take the gift.

He did enjoy it, though, which did help her feel better about the chocolates. Papyrus was a sweetheart and could likely have just said the chocolate tasted good in order not to hurt her. He wouldn’t lie that he liked it, or if he did try it’d be obvious, but Flowey was much blunter so she was sure her chocolates were fine.

She had left Sans for last because… well she wasn’t entirely sure why. There was the fact that he had yet to wake up yet (which was odd, didn’t he have work today?), but that wasn’t the only reason. Or the most important one. Even if he was awake, she wasn’t sure if she’d just… give it to him. Why was she so nervous about this? Why was her heart beating out of her chest so hard?

She sighed. She’d just have to steel herself and give it to him the moment he woke up. She could just… wake him up now. He wouldn’t mind, especially if it was to give him something… but maybe she should wait. She wasn’t stalling, she was just letting him have his rest.

It was exactly half past eleven when Sans’ woke up and opened his door, a yawn erupting from him as he looked around. Flowey wasn’t home, having decided he ‘had things to do,’ and Papyrus wasn’t coming home till an hour and a half from now at the earliest. Frisk was the only one at home, currently sitting in the living room

Their eyes met, and he paused. “Only you home, huh? Thought Flowey would be around, but alright. I’ll be down in a moment.”

True to his word, it didn’t take him long to get ready. A few minutes later and he was downstairs, making himself a mug of coffee. He wore his usual red turtleneck and black shorts. He wasn’t wearing his hoodie, neither was he wearing his usual pair of sneakers, opting to replace the latter with a faded pair of fluffy slippers.

With this, Frisk could infer he had time to kill before he had to head out for work. It wasn’t unusual to see Sans rush out of his room fully dressed in his work attire (though said ‘work attire’ was just what he always wore when out and about) and down a cup of coffee at alarming speeds before vanishing through the door. That happened every once in a while when he overslept, and Frisk was pretty sure it had to do with him running multiple jobs back-to-back. Sans played dumb of course, but everyone else could tell. Even Flowey was concerned sometimes.

“You don’t have an early shift today?”

“Nah, boss said I could take a later shift today. Said something to the K9 unit about a rowdy fish lady causing issues with their shift assignment. I just thought it’d be fun to not have to wake up early for once, so I took the opportunity.”

Lazy, as always, but she never held it against him. He was reliable when things came down to it, and his otherwise ever-present laziness was part of his charm.

He settled onto the table with his fresh coffee and a plate of breakfast Frisk made for him. A pair of simple sandwiches. Frisk may have been utterly abysmal at cooking, but putting together a simple sandwich wasn’t difficult for her. Probably.

Sans took great pleasure in dumping the sandwiches into his mouth all at once. Taken by surprise, Frisk couldn’t help but giggle at the sight. Perhaps that was his intention, given his warm grin at her reaction.

He started to sip at his coffee, his eyes drifting away to nowhere in particular. This was the perfect moment, wasn’t it? A moment of silence between them where she could bring up the gift.

“…So—” She stopped herself. Why was she so nervous? It was just chocolate, there really wasn’t anything to be worried about.

“Hm? Did you say something?” His eyes returned to her.

“So, I… made you some chocolate.”

“Chocolate huh?” He quirked one browbone down. “What’s the occasion?”

“Well, I know monsters don’t celebrate Valentine’s, and I don’t think you have a variant like Gyftmas, but I thought I’d just make some for you anyway.” She slowly passed him the box of chocolates.

“Valentine’s, huh?” He downed the rest of his mug of coffee in one go. He looked like he was trying to recall something. “Alph told me about it before. The fourteenth of February. I think she said humans handed out chocolate to those they loved, sometimes in order to ask them out….” As he reached the end of that sentence, his eye sockets widened and his speaking slowed.

Frisk paused. He was right, wasn’t he? Sometimes people gave their Valentine’s chocolate to people they wanted to date. That meant… it looked like… she was asking him out.

They both turned away, faces flushed red. What was she doing? How had she not thought about that? Wait, no, there was no way she could’ve known that Sans did know about Valentine’s. She didn’t think Alphys would’ve told him about it.

“Forget I said anything.” Sans started to backpedal. “It’s only sometimes, isn’t it? Alphys mentioned that sometimes friends and family give each other chocolates.” He didn’t mention that she didn’t say that till he’d pressed her for more details about it, which was why giving chocolate to lovers was the first thing to come to mind. “I’ll take them.”

Silence. Sans picked up the box of chocolates and turned back to look at Frisk, only to see her burying her red face in her palms. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight.

“Also, you said you made these. You made these?”

Frisk slowly looked up, barely noticing Sans quickly helping himself to a piece of chocolate from the box. He did seem to like it. “Yes.”

It took a moment for Sans to respond. “…Thank you. They taste great.” He stood up, turning his back to Frisk once again. “Uh… I’ll think I’ll be heading to work early.” She blinked and he was gone.

A loud crash from his room and a “shit!” corrected her. Noise erupted from the room before all suddenly went silent. The door slowly opened, and Niko leapt out. She couldn’t help but chuckle at the series of events and she moved to pick up Niko. It was funny, the way he’d stumbled out as fast as he could. And his face… his face…

His expression when she’d said she made them herself made her feel so happy. He’d looked so… so happy when she said she’d made it himself. She buried her reddened face into Niko’s fur, much to the black cat’s annoyance. What was this feeling? Why did she only feel this way with Sans? She didn’t understand.

Elsewhere, Sans sat at his sentry station, face-planted into his desk as he groaned to himself. He was so happy and could barely keep his feelings from leaking out. He was squealing internally. He loved her so goddamn much. She was too kind. Far too kind. He examined a piece of chocolate, thinking about the fact that she’d actually made these herself. He’d be sure to cherish them.

He quickly tossed the piece into his mouth as he noticed Papyrus coming over.

“Sans? What are you doing here? You’re 15 minutes early. That’s… odd, you seem to always arrive just on time.”

He grinned. “Just feeling a little more enthusiastic than usual. Gonna put all of my effort into working today.”

“…Alright.” Papyrus looked him over, the doubt clear on his face. He decided not to push it and simply continued on his patrol.

Sans sighed as soon as Papyrus was out of sight. Yeah, he was going to have trouble focusing on work with how much his thoughts were filled with Frisk.