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Toriel interlocked her fingers with Sans’.

“It’s been so long...” she said quietly.

Asriel could see his mother and Sans out of the corner of his eye but made no comment. He was aware of their flirtation when he was without a soul. It would take some getting adjusted to, but he didn’t seem to take any issue with the two being together.

Knowing that would be a relief to Sans. He’d been holding back on showing her more affection until she could explain things to Asgore and the prince, so it wouldn’t be such a slap in the face to either of them. Asgore had still seemed like he was holding on to hope, even after all the time Toriel had been gone, and Sans was showing tact.

“it is quite the view,” the skeleton said quietly enough for anyone not standing right next to him to hear anything besides a mumble.

She was so beautiful. Eyes shining, standing tall and alive, white fur glowing in the light of the sun... It was difficult not to kiss her. ...Right. Tact.

The amazed gasps and shouts of joy and wonderment from the multitude of other gathered monsters sounded from behind them. Monsters hugging, crying, laughing... they were free.

They were finally free.
Read the story here:
*** archiveofourown.org/works/1596… ***Summary:
After successfully living on the surface for four months and, much to Sans’ surprise, discovering Frisk is actually a magic user, Frisk initiates a reset. But why and to what end?
The story stemmed from the idea: “What if the stick Frisk had wasn’t just a stick?” and the rest is history.
New chapters will be posted each Saturday.
Notes:
This story is a rewritten version of a series of RPs we made between February 2016 and March 2017 wherein Harry Potter lore/universe is worked in, however the events of those books took place many, many, years ago prior to the events of Frisk falling into the Underground. The story deviates off of the true pacifist route to achieve a different ending result.
Rating: T for language and some violent scenes

Description

Excerpt:
Toriel interlocked her fingers with Sans’.

“It’s been so long...” she said quietly.

Asriel could see his mother and Sans out of the corner of his eye but made no comment. He was aware of their flirtation when he was without a soul. It would take some getting adjusted to, but he didn’t seem to take any issue with the two being together.

Knowing that would be a relief to Sans. He’d been holding back on showing her more affection until she could explain things to Asgore and the prince, so it wouldn’t be such a slap in the face to either of them. Asgore had still seemed like he was holding on to hope, even after all the time Toriel had been gone, and Sans was showing tact.

“it is quite the view,” the skeleton said quietly enough for anyone not standing right next to him to hear anything besides a mumble.

She was so beautiful. Eyes shining, standing tall and alive, white fur glowing in the light of the sun... It was difficult not to kiss her. ...Right. Tact.

The amazed gasps and shouts of joy and wonderment from the multitude of other gathered monsters sounded from behind them. Monsters hugging, crying, laughing... they were free.

They were finally free.
Read the story here:
*** archiveofourown.org/works/1596… ***Summary:
After successfully living on the surface for four months and, much to Sans’ surprise, discovering Frisk is actually a magic user, Frisk initiates a reset. But why and to what end?
The story stemmed from the idea: “What if the stick Frisk had wasn’t just a stick?” and the rest is history.
New chapters will be posted each Saturday.
Notes:
This story is a rewritten version of a series of RPs we made between February 2016 and March 2017 wherein Harry Potter lore/universe is worked in, however the events of those books took place many, many, years ago prior to the events of Frisk falling into the Underground. The story deviates off of the true pacifist route to achieve a different ending result.
Rating: T for language and some violent scenes