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Dreemurr Castle

“Hey Mom!”
Toriel turns to the voice and smiles. She sees Frisk and the two skeletons walking on each side of her. “My child! You’re home!” She comes up to Frisk and gives her a hug, “I’m so happy to see you.”
Frisk hugs her back, “Me too, Mom.”
“What’s with the surprise visit?” she asks, pulling away.
“Just that. A visit. Though I would like to get those new gun cartridges from Alphys.” Frisk says, indicating to the holstered GB gun strapped to her leg.
Toriel sighed, “Oh, I wish you didn’t do such dangerous work. You do know you’re not obligated to-”
“Mom.” Frisk interrupts her, “It’s ok. I am more than capable of doing this job. Plus I got these two by my side.” Frisk gabs a thumb in the direction of Sans and Papyrus. Papyrus continued to smoke his cig and Sans makes his usual ‘It’s goat to be back’ pun.
Toriel gave a weak smile, “I suppose you are right. I just can’t help but worry about you.”
“I know. Anyways, where are Dad and Asriel?”
“They’re working in the gardens, I believe.”

In the Royal Gardens, Asriel lifted the hoe high before bringing it back down, sinking the blade into the soil. It was hard work and his fur was getting matted with sweat; taking off his shirt helped but not much.
He stopped and rubbed his sore shoulders. “Dad, when you said that I was strength training today, I wasn’t thinking of this.”
Asgore was kneeling on the grass, pulling weeds in a flowerbed, “Son, this is strength training. Maybe not the conventional way you were thinking but when I was your age gardening was an excellent way to strengthen one’s body. Then there is the added bonus of creating a beautiful garden.”
Asriel rolled his eyes, “Yeah, I guess.”
“It also teaches you to stay focused. Keep turning that dirt.”
“Fine.” Asriel huffed, wanting to stop and have a shower.
As if on cue, Toriel came into the garden, “Gorey, Asriel, come in and get cleaned up. Frisk, Sans and Papyrus are here visiting.”
“What a nice surprise.” Asgore says. “I suppose a break is due.” He grunts as he tries to get up; his age was visibly catching up with him. Toriel steps close to him and the king extends his hand to her, “Will you help me up, Dear?”
Toriel clasps his hand in hers, “Of course, Gorey.”
Asgore smiled, his gaze flicking down to the diamond ring on her finger. There were years he believed he would never see it there again.
Toriel turns to her son, “Asriel, are you coming. Frisk is eager to see you.”
Asriel gave a smile. I’m eager to see her too, he whispered to himself. “Coming, Mother.”

Asriel took his shower very quickly and went straight for the family sitting room. “Howdy Frisk! Paps! Good to see y-“ He was disappointed to see only Sans was there, leaning into the corner of the couch. “Where is everyone?”
Sans didn’t look at him, “Tori’s went to bake something and Frisk and Paps went to Alphys lab to get more GB cartridges made.”
“Why Paps? Don’t you have strong blasters?” Asriel sat in the chair opposite from Sans, not exactly enjoying being in close proximity to the skeleton for personal reasons.
“I’m still recovering from our last case. And the strength of the blasters doesn’t matter when it comes to extracting their energy.”
“Huh?” Asriel grunted, not really caring. He hoped that Frisk and Paps would be back soon.
“Anyways…Now, that we’re alone, I wanted to clear up some stuff before Frisk gets back.” Sans said.
Asriel raised a brow, “Alright?”
“I’ve noticed how you act around Frisk.”
“And?”
“And you should back off.” Sans face darkened, threateningly, his eye socket glowing.
Asriel gulped, but put on a straight face, “So I guess you know I feel?”
“You were subtle about it but I could see it,” a little hint of blue glowed in his left socket flashed brighter for a moment, “quite clearly, I might add.”
Ignoring his threat, Asriel asked, “Does Frisk know?”
Sans closed his eye socket, relaxing a bit, “No, she isn’t that observant. Heh. She didn’t notice how I felt for the longest time.”
Asriel glared, then smirked, “You afraid I’m gonna steal her?”
Sans smirked, “Pft! I don’t need to be worried about that.”
Cocky little bugger, isn’t he? Asriel thought. “Well, think of it this way, Sans. Eventually she’s gonna wants some things you can’t give her.”
Sans gave him a questioning look, “Might want to elaborate, kid.”
Asriel ignored the goat pun, “She’ll eventually want kids of her own.”
Sans stiffened, then relaxed and smiled. “I know. But what makes you say that I can’t give her that?” He rubbed his cervical vertebra, uncomfortable that Asriel brought up the subject of children and Frisk in one conversation. The prince was the last person he wanted to talk to about this.
“She’s human.”
“And?”
“She can’t use magic.”
“Duh. Where are you going with this?”
“You’re a skeleton and lack the biology. The only way your mate can conceive is by merging both of your magic. Determination and magic can’t merge.”
Sans cleared his throat “Big deal! We can adopt. I’m sure Frisk would be more than happy with that, having been adopted herself.” But he knew what Asriel was talking about. He thought about it but hearing it from someone else, it made sense, and it made him feel disheartened.
“Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against adoption. I just think that Frisk might crave the feeling of carrying a child if she is able to.” Asriel added. Sans shoulders dropped a bit, knowing Asriel had a point. “I’m sure you’ve thought about this. I can tell by your face.”
“So, if you truly want Frisk to be happy in the long run,” Asriel leaned back into his chair, “You should just let her go.”
Sans got hot with anger. How dare this kid think he would ever give up Frisk? He gave up his vision, got mauled by demons and would continue to give Frisk everything to make her happy. He was not letting this goatboy guilt him into letting go of the one thing that made his life have meaning.
That really pissed Sans. “Oh? So you can have her all for yourself? No way! You’re one arrogant son of a bitch if you think I’d give up Frisk like that. Especially to you.” Sans growled.
“I may be arrogant but I’m not selfish.” Asriel growled and stood up himself, making himself taller. “You keep putting her in danger by continuing with this demon-hunting business.”
Sans stood up. “Don’t blame me! Frisk started the team! I’ve tried talking to her to stop but she’s too damn determined! You have no idea how scared I get when she’s fighting those things. That’s why I’m there for her. Unlike you, sitting here in your fancy castle.”
Asriel was getting so angry with Sans that he could feel his fangs extend. He knew that Sans could see him struggle with controlling himself but his eyes continued to darken and the marks on his face crept over his fur. “Look it Sans, one of these days you’re gonna mess up and Frisk is gonna pay the price. You can’t protect her forever!”
“And you think YOU can do better?!”
“I KNOW I CAN!”
They both stared each other down, trying hard to hold back and not throttle one another.
A scream pieced the air; it was the kind of sound that sends chills down their spines and made their hearts stop. Both of them instantly thought of Frisk; they rushed towards Alphys’ lab. Asriel was surprised how fast Sans was with his short stature. When they rounded the corner, Sans teleported, wanting to get to Frisk first.
He got there seconds before Asriel showed up at the door. “Frisk, what happened?!”
“We heard a scream.” Asriel states, “Is everyone alright?”
What they saw stopped them in their tracks. The lab was fine; nothing indicated an explosion or accident; just Alphys, who was apologizing over and over, and Frisk, her back facing them, was sitting on the floor, cradling Papyrus’ jacket. Papyrus was nowhere to be seen.
“Oh!” Alphys notices them. “S-sorry guys, that scream was me. We’re fine, but…”
Sans cut her off, “Frisk, where’s Papyrus?”
Frisk turns, having just noticed their presence. “Sans?”
Now they could see why Frisk was holding the jacket that way. Inside was a tiny squirming skeleton, making mewling sounds like a kitten. Sans’ and Asriel’s eyes grew wide.
Sans grinned smugly and looked at Asriel to the side. “Can’t have kids, huh?” Asriel glared at Sans, but bit his tongue.
Sans went over to Frisk, flipping the bird back at Asriel, and a big grin on his face. Unbeknownst to him, Asriel also flipped him the bird, his fist clenched tight and shaking.
Sans knelt by Frisk. He looked at the baby, then up to the human’s green eyes, “Sweetheart, why didn’t you tell me you were expecting.”
Frisks eyes went wide. “I WAS NOT!” she barked, her face lighting up. The baby begins to cry. “Oh, oh, shh. I’m so sorry Papy! I didn’t mean to yell.” Frisk held the bundle close, rocking him side-to-side, trying to sooth his cries.
Sans stumbles back, “W-wait, that’s Papyrus! But he’s just a little marsh-marrow now.” The baby cried louder and Frisk shot him a look. “S-sorry, sorry.”
“Y-yes, that’s Papyrus.” Alphys piped up. “He must have bumped this table b-because that’s where I had this,” she picked up a broken device off the floor. Wires were sticking out of some cracked paneling.
“What is it?” Asriel asks.
“W-well, because of the food shortages in some places in the Underground I designed this. I haven’t named it yet. It’s to make food age back and become fresh again so it’s not wasted. It m-must have gotten activated when it hit the floor and hit Papyrus. I never t-thought that it would effect monsters.”
“Well, put him back to normal!” Sans hissed, trying to keep his voice down, now that Frisk finally got Papyrus to stop crying.
“I-I will but this doesn’t look good,” Alphys inspected the device, “It looks pretty damaged.
“Then fix it!” Sans growled, his eye and hand glowing with magic, emphasizing his point. Alphys squeaked.
Frisk intertwined her fingers into Sans’ raised hand, gentle pushing it down. “Sans, please. Alphys will get it fixed. It’ll be ok.”
Sans pinched the bridge of his nose, if he had one that is, and tried to calm himself. “Please, Alphys. Just try your best.”
“O-of course,” Alphys relaxed, glad that Frisk was here to keep Sans under control, “b-but it might take a couple days.”
Sans sighed. He looked at Frisk and his literally little brother. Papy had stopped crying and was giggling. Frisk was smiling as well.
“Oh, look who’s happy now.” She laughed. “Little Happy Papy.”
He grins, “Whelp, I guess we don’t have much of a choice.” Frisk gives him a questioning look. He explains, “Looks like we’re gonna be parents.”
Frisk blushes furiously. “What?!”

That evening, everything had settled down; Sans sighs, satisfied with his completed task. The crib was built and set a few feet from the guest bed. Toriel and Asgore gave Frisk and Sans one of the guest rooms and Asriel’s old crib for Papyrus. They convinced them to stay at the castle, in case they needed help caring with Papyrus until Alphys had the aging device (which she dubbed it) was fixed.
Sans turns to look at Frisk, rocking in the rocking chair that Toriel also had when Asriel was little. Papyrus was fast asleep in her arms. He was now wrapped in a soft blanket and wearing a yellow onesie. Frisk actually looked very happy; her eyes half-closed and humming to herself. She looked like a real mother. It made Sans’ soul warm. But then he thought of what Asriel said to him earlier. That warm feeling went away.
Pushing the thought aside, he caught Frisk’s attention. “Crib’s done.” He said, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder toward his finished work. “Let’s put the little guy to bed.”
Sans put Papy down to sleep, careful not to wake him. “’Night little Bro.”
Frisk had already begun to undress for bed; she sat at the end, fiddling with the buckles on the leather battle corset.
Sans began pulling his hoodie off, as well. “Nice of your parents to offer us to stay till Alphys gets that aging device of hers fixed.”
Frisk nodded, “I honestly believe they offered mostly so they could play grandparents, even if it’s temporary.”
Forgetting his hoodie but letting it hang past his shoulders, he swooped down next to Frisk, entangling his arms around her in a gentle hold. “We could leave Paps like that a bit longer.” He suggested.
“I thought you wanted him back to normal?”
“Any reason to spend more ‘quiet time’ with you.” Sans purred, interest twinkling in his eye socket.
Frisk smiled, “Goodness you’re affectionate tonight.”
“You bet I am!” Sans attacked her neck with kisses, knowing full well she was sensitive there.
Instead of making her melt with want, she squealed with laughter. “Sans!” The skeleton continued his assault on her throat, loving the sound of her laugh and the feel of it against his teeth. Before it got too far, Frisk pushed Sans’ face away. “Stop it! You’re brother is right there.”
Sans chuckled, “Alright, alright.”
They finished off getting themselves ready for bed in silence, both still retaining a hint of a smile. Frisk was already under the covers but Sans took his time neatly folding his hoodie.
Frisk broke the quiet between them, “Hey Sans, can I ask you something?”
“Sure kid. Shoot.”
Frisk suddenly got quite bashful, “Well-oh how do I put this?- have you ever thought about… having kids?”
Sans stiffened but tried to remain cool. He deposited his hoodie to the side and got into bed. He fixed his eye to the ceiling and scratching his chin with his index finger. His words spilled out of his mouth quickly. “Oh, uh, yeah! I-I mean maybe. Once or twice. Few times perhaps. Though I’m not pushing or wanting to pressure you or nothin’. Why do you ask? Have you?”
Frisk looked down at her fidgeting hands. “I guess I have, on and off. I mean not now with the demon-hunting. But Dad’s training new hunters so we could retire and Decor and Swift are traveling currently around the underground and we…”
The rest of her words went unheard as Sans sunk into an empty place in his mind. She really wants kids? He asked himself. But I can’t-
“Sans? What’s wrong? You’ve gone quiet. Did I say something wrong?”
Sans snapped out of his trace, “Huh? Oh, sorry! It’s nothing really.”
He looked away from Frisk but she already saw the faded expression on his face. He was sad and it pained her. Gently cradling his jaw in her hand, using the other to support herself as she leaned close, she turned his skull to face her. “Sugar bones.” He avoided her eyes but hearing the special nickname made his gaze fix onto her face. Her brows were furrowed in concern, her eyes expressing worry. “Please tell me what’s going on.” She asks. “Don’t spare any details.”
Sans wraps his bony hand around hers, pulling it from his face. He sighed, not wanting to talk about this now but he knew that this discussion was unavoidable. In fact he thought he would be the one to bring it up but he kept on pushing it as ‘something to do tomorrow’.
“You see-”
Out of sheer luck, Papyrus woke up and began to cry. Sans jumped out of bed quickly, “I’ll get this one, Babe.”
“But-”
“Don’t worry. You can go to sleep.”
Frisk gave up, “Well, alright. I won’t force it out of you. But please tell me if there’s anything bothering you.” She turned on her side, facing away from Sans, disappointed that Sans was so reluctant to talk to her.
“Yeah, of course. I’ll let you know.” Sans patted Papyrus’ back, thankful he avoided talking about kids. At least for now. Boy do you have impeccable timing, Bro.

Papyrus barely slept all night, keeping both Sans and Frisk awake. The next morning, they had bags under there eyes and were pounding back the coffee. They were currently going through their second pot but what they really needed was a good snooze.
“I can’t believe Paps was up all night.” Sans groaned. “He was never like that when he was a baby the first time.”
Frisk was at the other end of the couch; she looked spent. Papyrus was sleeping in her arms, sucking on a pacifier. “Maybe he’s still having nightmares.” Frisk stated.
Toriel enters with another pot of coffee, “Here you are, my dears. This should help.” She set the pot on the coffee table and took Papyrus from Frisk. Sans poured himself a fresh cup and Frisk rubbed her aching head.
“Thanks Mom.”
“Why don’t you two get some sleep. You could sure use it. Since it’s Sunday, Asgore and I have nothing planned today.” Toriel offered.
Frisk shook her head, “It’s ok, Mom. We’re going to be fine.”
Sans groaned again, “Speak for yourself.” He was so tired that he couldn’t bring the fresh coffee he just poured, to his teeth.
“I insist.” Toriel persisted. “In fact, your father was quite excited about getting to play with a baby again.” She sighed happily, “It had been so long since there was a baby in the castle.” She looks down at the tiny skeleton in her arms. “Such nice memories.”
Sans watched Toriel; her expression was the same as Frisk’s from the night before. He shifted uncomfortably. As Sans was staring at Toriel and his brother, Frisk was staring at him. She saw how his body moved, and could see that there was something really eating at him. But right now she was very tired.
“Now that I think about it, maybe we could use some sleep.”
Sans took that as his cue to get up. He extended his hand to Frisk to pull her up. She looked at it and then up to his face. Sans blinked, surprised she didn’t grab it immediately as usual.
She did take his hand and stood up, leaving the queen with Papyrus. Walking back to their guest room Sans took noticed to how loose Frisk’s hand was in his. He glanced at her face; her face furrowed slightly, as if she were I thought.
“Something on your mind, kid?”
Frisk doesn’t look at him, “No, nothing. Just tired.” Sans didn’t feel comfortable with the cold shoulder she was giving him, but attributed it to lack of sleep.

“Daddy! Daddy, wake up!”
Sans groaned at the noise and decided to ignore it. He felt a shift in weight on the bed but ignored that too. Then something slapped him square in the face. He opened his eye to find a tiny girl looming over him. He didn’t move, surprised that a child was in his room. The child looked human but her skin and hair was very pale, almost white; she looked like a porcelain doll.
Her blue eyes bore into his. “Daddy, get up! Mama’s making pancakes!” the child exclaimed in excitement. Before Sans could question the child as to how they got in his room or why they were calling him ‘Daddy’, the little girl jumped off the bed and ran out.
Sans sat up and blinked at his surroundings. He wasn’t in the guest room at the Dreemurr Castle but back at home in his room. Confused he got up and changed into the first pair of shorts and hoodie he pulled from the drawer.
He went downstairs, following the sound of giggling that echoed from the kitchen. When he stepped inside the kitchen, he found the child standing on a stool by the counter, orienting pieces of fruit into faces on the pancakes. However the one that caught Sans’ attention most was Frisk. She stood next to the child, carefully watching. Sans’ eye lowered down to her belly and noticed the roundness of it. His soul skipped a beat.
“Good morning, Sans!” Frisk greeted.
The child jumped down from the stool and launched herself at him. Sans awkwardly caught her to keep her from falling. She wrapped her tiny arms around his neck in a hug then pulled back to point at the counter. “Daddy, look! I helped Mama make breakfast!”
Sans looked to Frisk, hoping to get an answer as to what was going on. She just smiled at him and the child in his arms.
“You did?” Sans exclaimed, playing along. “Well, aren’t you a ‘bone-ified’ chef!”
The child laughed at his joke, which made Sans laugh as well. It sounded so much like when Frisk was young.
“Cambria, why don’t you go wake Uncle Papy.”
“Ok, Mama.” Sans put the child down and she disappeared from the kitchen.
Sans went next to Frisk, “Frisk, what’s going on?”
Frisk blinked. “What do you mean?” she asked.
“You’re pregnant!”
Frisk laughed, “That’s your fault, remember?” She touched her pregnant bump. “Oh! Give me your hand, Sans.”
Before Sans could even move, Frisk gripped his bony fingers and placed them over her belly. Underneath his hand, Sans could feel movement. His eye widened.
“They’re really making a fuss in there today.”
“They? Y-you mean twins?”
Frisk nodded. This was getting too much for Sans. He stumbled back, causing Frisk to reach out in concern, “Sans?”
“That kid that was here earlier. Who is she?”
Frisk looked shocked, “Cambria? Our daughter?”
Sans was even more shocked. “Wha- When? H-how?”
Frisk’s hand touched his brow, “Sweetie you’re burning up!” She pulled him close, her pregnant belly the only thing between the two of them. “Your whole body’s on fire! Baby, your sick.”
“I’m not sick.” Sans gently pushed back Frisk, careful of her bump. “We have kids? How come I don’t remember? Are we still hunting demons? Wait, what year is it?”
Frisk cradled Sans face, knowing that the best way to stop his ramblings. “Sans, you’re scaring me. What do you mean you don’t remember?”
“I- I don’t know.” He fell down to his knees, holding his head, trying to get his mind working. He felt tears sting at the corners of his sockets. “Why can’t I remember?” he whimpered.
Frisk knelt before him and pulled him into her arms. Sans allowed her to cradle him, and attempt to sooth him with gentle strokes down his spine.

At that moment, Sans woke. His face was tear-soaked and leaning on Frisk’s chest. He glanced around to see he was back in the Dreemurr Castle. It was just a dream? He felt something between them and when he looked down, he saw it was a pillow that somehow ended up there.
That explains the belly. Sans thought. He glanced up at Frisk; she was still asleep, not waking up at the coldness of Sans tears that stained her shirt. Carefully Sans gets up from bed and tugs his hoodie on. He needed some air and then he was going to look for Papyrus and see how he was doing.
He was walking past the kitchen when he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. Back peddling, Sans stepped into the doorway of the kitchen. He found Paps sitting in a high chair and Asriel was trying to feed him. The prince looked frustrated.
“Okay Papy,” Asriel caught Paps’ attention, “here comes the River Boat.” He moved the spoon toward the tiny skeleton, who refused the offered mush.
Sans grinned smugly, That’s not gonna work.
Asriel made another attempt to get Papyrus to eat but the tiny skeleton flailed his arms and flipped the bowl over, the contents splattering on Asriel’s face and shirt. Sans held back his laughter, as hard as it was. Asriel sighed in defeat.
Papyrus laughed but then stopped. He blinked and took another look at Asriel. Some of the mushed food had made a trail from Asriel’s right horn to the top of his right eye and another line from his left eye to the corner of his mouth. In Papyrus’ infant state, Asriel made him think of-”
“Dada!” Papyrus exclaimed. Both Sans and Asriel froze. Papy continued to repeat the word, slapping his tiny hands on the tray table, with as much excitement as he could muster.
Sans began to feel a bit jealous but his annoyed feelings went away when he noticed Asriel’s face. For the first time in years, Sans saw tears in Asriel’s face. Papy saw the tears on Asriel’s face and was about to cry as well
“Oh no, Papy, don’t cry. These are happy tears.” Asriel gave a big smile. “I’ve wanted to be called that for a while now.” The prince sniffed. “You might not be my son but it means a lot to hear it. Oh, you don’t even know what I’m saying do you?” Papyrus blinked at him and then giggled in delight. “Ha ha! Maybe you do.” Asriel picks up the spoon again, ignoring the mess on his face. “Okay, let’s try this again!”
This time Papy took the food and Asriel praised him for it.
So the kid wants to be a dad? Sans thought. It left a regretful feeling in his bones. Sans left the kitchen, allowing Asriel to have his happy moment this once. His eyes were fixed on the floor in a frown. Something touched his shoulder; he jumped, discovering it was Frisk.
“Oh! I’m sorry Sans, I didn’t mean to startle you.” She apologized.
Sans tried to get his racing soul to slow, “Nah, it’s ok. You feel better?”
“Much better. Do you know where Papy is?”
“Asriel was trying to get him to eat.” Sans grinned, remembering how fussy his brother was being with the prince. Frisk’s face was serious, which made Sans’ grin fade. “Something wrong, Babe?”
“I really need to talk to you.”
“Um, ok?”
Frisk grabbed his hand, “Privately.”
Sans felt a bit uncomfortable as Frisk pulled him into the closest room. There was definitely no one around since it was broom closet. It was dark and there was no light, except what crept through under door.
“Cozy.” Sans commented. He sat down on a box of cleaning supplies and Frisk took an upturned bucket. “Are we talking or do you want me to ‘sweep’ you off your feet?” Sans joked.
Frisk didn’t acknowledge the joke, “I know I said that I wasn’t going to force you tell me what was bothering you but it’s been bothering me not knowing.” Sans knew where this was going.
“You want me to explain, huh?”
“Please.”
Sans thought about teleporting out but knew Frisk would scold him for doing so and insist again to find out. He sighed, “Alright but it might take a while.”
“However long it takes.”
After a lengthy explanation, and some side notes about magic and monster biology, Sans leaned back, uncomfortable with the calculated look on Frisk’s face.
“And that’s pretty much it.”
Frisk stared at the ground, letting everything Sans explained to her mull over in her mind. “So because skeletons can only have children through the combination of magic and the fact I am human and can’t use magic, we can’t have our own kids?”
“Mm-hmm.” Sans nodded solemnly.
Frisk sat back, “So what’s the problem?”
Sans blinked wide, “You just heard it. We can’t have kids together.”
Frisk shrugged, “I still don’t see what the problem is.”
Sans gapped. She wasn’t upset? Disappointed? Not even fazed?
“Ok, I didn’t expect to get ‘the talk’ monster edition,” she said, making quotes in the air, “but now I have a better idea. At least I can stop worrying about accidentally getting pregnant.”
“You’re not upset?”
“No.”
“But you seemed really happy taking care of Papyrus. I thought you were wanting… you know.”
“I did think that, but it doesn’t mean that any child we raise together has to be ours biologically in order to make me happy. You do remember I was adopted?”
“Frisk, I’m sorry. I wanted to tell you this before but I was afraid…” he trailed off.
Frisk understood, “You were afraid I’d leave you?” Sans nodded. Suddenly Frisk burst out laughing.
Again, Sans was taken back. “What’s so funny?”
She was laughing so hard that she slipped off the bucket and sat on the floor closer to Sans. “When you wouldn’t tell me what was bothering you, I was afraid you were wanting to break it off.” Frisk wiped away the tears that streamed down her face. Sans understood and joined her in laughing. It felt like a thirty-pound weight was lifted off his ribs.
“Let’s promise to talk more often about whatever’s on our minds.” Sans said.
“I thought you didn’t like making promises?”
Sans cupped her face, “I’ll make ‘em for you.”
“How sweet.”
They began kissing not caring about anything else. Sans’ fingers ran though her hair and massaged her scalp, deepening the kiss when he tilted her head back. Things began to get heated until someone opened the door, blinding them momentarily.
It was one of the castle butlers; he looked surprise but returned his composure. “Forgive me, m’lady.” he addressed Frisk. “I didn’t mean to… disrupt you.”
Frisk untangled her arms from Sans, “Oh, that’s quite alright, we-ah!” She was going to stand but her hair somehow tangled into a knot around Sans’ boney fingers. Sans busied himself with untangling her hair with one hand, which proved difficult.
“Since I do have you here, I would like to inform you that your mother is looking for you. Good day, m’lady.” The butler gave a small bow and hurried himself away. Frisk helped Sans get her hair untangled, both of them giggling at the awkward moment they just had.
The next day passed by easier. Papyrus slept better, and so did Sans and Frisk. Frisk rocked and cuddled the infant and when she needed a break, Sans took over and played with his bro just like he did many years ago. Asgore even rescheduled his meetings for later in the week, not wanting to miss the chance to play with the baby monster. Sans worried either Frisk or himself would start to feel disappointment but instead they seemed to have gotten closer.
He did think about the dream a bit but shook it out of his mind. Everything will work out. Sans thought to himself. The smile Frisk gave him reassured his thoughts.
It wasn’t until the third day did Alphys get the aging device fixed. Frisk stayed outside the lab, while Alphys, Sans and Papyrus were inside. Crossing fingers and sending a small prayer, the device worked. Papyrus swayed as his skull swam with dizziness.
“What happened?” He looked down at himself. “And why am I naked?!”
Sans chuckled, and tossed his brother his clothes. “Long story.” That was all he said, remembering that he promised Frisk he wouldn’t embarrass his bro with the truth.
Papyrus grimaced, as he hurried to dress himself, “Why do I feel like I won’t like what I’ll hear.” Sans just laughed more.

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Baby Bones (Post-Tale) Comic Script

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Dreemurr Castle

“Hey Mom!”
Toriel turns to the voice and smiles. She sees Frisk and the two skeletons walking on each side of her. “My child! You’re home!” She comes up to Frisk and gives her a hug, “I’m so happy to see you.”
Frisk hugs her back, “Me too, Mom.”
“What’s with the surprise visit?” she asks, pulling away.
“Just that. A visit. Though I would like to get those new gun cartridges from Alphys.” Frisk says, indicating to the holstered GB gun strapped to her leg.
Toriel sighed, “Oh, I wish you didn’t do such dangerous work. You do know you’re not obligated to-”
“Mom.” Frisk interrupts her, “It’s ok. I am more than capable of doing this job. Plus I got these two by my side.” Frisk gabs a thumb in the direction of Sans and Papyrus. Papyrus continued to smoke his cig and Sans makes his usual ‘It’s goat to be back’ pun.
Toriel gave a weak smile, “I suppose you are right. I just can’t help but worry about you.”
“I know. Anyways, where are Dad and Asriel?”
“They’re working in the gardens, I believe.”

In the Royal Gardens, Asriel lifted the hoe high before bringing it back down, sinking the blade into the soil. It was hard work and his fur was getting matted with sweat; taking off his shirt helped but not much.
He stopped and rubbed his sore shoulders. “Dad, when you said that I was strength training today, I wasn’t thinking of this.”
Asgore was kneeling on the grass, pulling weeds in a flowerbed, “Son, this is strength training. Maybe not the conventional way you were thinking but when I was your age gardening was an excellent way to strengthen one’s body. Then there is the added bonus of creating a beautiful garden.”
Asriel rolled his eyes, “Yeah, I guess.”
“It also teaches you to stay focused. Keep turning that dirt.”
“Fine.” Asriel huffed, wanting to stop and have a shower.
As if on cue, Toriel came into the garden, “Gorey, Asriel, come in and get cleaned up. Frisk, Sans and Papyrus are here visiting.”
“What a nice surprise.” Asgore says. “I suppose a break is due.” He grunts as he tries to get up; his age was visibly catching up with him. Toriel steps close to him and the king extends his hand to her, “Will you help me up, Dear?”
Toriel clasps his hand in hers, “Of course, Gorey.”
Asgore smiled, his gaze flicking down to the diamond ring on her finger. There were years he believed he would never see it there again.
Toriel turns to her son, “Asriel, are you coming. Frisk is eager to see you.”
Asriel gave a smile. I’m eager to see her too, he whispered to himself. “Coming, Mother.”

Asriel took his shower very quickly and went straight for the family sitting room. “Howdy Frisk! Paps! Good to see y-“ He was disappointed to see only Sans was there, leaning into the corner of the couch. “Where is everyone?”
Sans didn’t look at him, “Tori’s went to bake something and Frisk and Paps went to Alphys lab to get more GB cartridges made.”
“Why Paps? Don’t you have strong blasters?” Asriel sat in the chair opposite from Sans, not exactly enjoying being in close proximity to the skeleton for personal reasons.
“I’m still recovering from our last case. And the strength of the blasters doesn’t matter when it comes to extracting their energy.”
“Huh?” Asriel grunted, not really caring. He hoped that Frisk and Paps would be back soon.
“Anyways…Now, that we’re alone, I wanted to clear up some stuff before Frisk gets back.” Sans said.
Asriel raised a brow, “Alright?”
“I’ve noticed how you act around Frisk.”
“And?”
“And you should back off.” Sans face darkened, threateningly, his eye socket glowing.
Asriel gulped, but put on a straight face, “So I guess you know I feel?”
“You were subtle about it but I could see it,” a little hint of blue glowed in his left socket flashed brighter for a moment, “quite clearly, I might add.”
Ignoring his threat, Asriel asked, “Does Frisk know?”
Sans closed his eye socket, relaxing a bit, “No, she isn’t that observant. Heh. She didn’t notice how I felt for the longest time.”
Asriel glared, then smirked, “You afraid I’m gonna steal her?”
Sans smirked, “Pft! I don’t need to be worried about that.”
Cocky little bugger, isn’t he? Asriel thought. “Well, think of it this way, Sans. Eventually she’s gonna wants some things you can’t give her.”
Sans gave him a questioning look, “Might want to elaborate, kid.”
Asriel ignored the goat pun, “She’ll eventually want kids of her own.”
Sans stiffened, then relaxed and smiled. “I know. But what makes you say that I can’t give her that?” He rubbed his cervical vertebra, uncomfortable that Asriel brought up the subject of children and Frisk in one conversation. The prince was the last person he wanted to talk to about this.
“She’s human.”
“And?”
“She can’t use magic.”
“Duh. Where are you going with this?”
“You’re a skeleton and lack the biology. The only way your mate can conceive is by merging both of your magic. Determination and magic can’t merge.”
Sans cleared his throat “Big deal! We can adopt. I’m sure Frisk would be more than happy with that, having been adopted herself.” But he knew what Asriel was talking about. He thought about it but hearing it from someone else, it made sense, and it made him feel disheartened.
“Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against adoption. I just think that Frisk might crave the feeling of carrying a child if she is able to.” Asriel added. Sans shoulders dropped a bit, knowing Asriel had a point. “I’m sure you’ve thought about this. I can tell by your face.”
“So, if you truly want Frisk to be happy in the long run,” Asriel leaned back into his chair, “You should just let her go.”
Sans got hot with anger. How dare this kid think he would ever give up Frisk? He gave up his vision, got mauled by demons and would continue to give Frisk everything to make her happy. He was not letting this goatboy guilt him into letting go of the one thing that made his life have meaning.
That really pissed Sans. “Oh? So you can have her all for yourself? No way! You’re one arrogant son of a bitch if you think I’d give up Frisk like that. Especially to you.” Sans growled.
“I may be arrogant but I’m not selfish.” Asriel growled and stood up himself, making himself taller. “You keep putting her in danger by continuing with this demon-hunting business.”
Sans stood up. “Don’t blame me! Frisk started the team! I’ve tried talking to her to stop but she’s too damn determined! You have no idea how scared I get when she’s fighting those things. That’s why I’m there for her. Unlike you, sitting here in your fancy castle.”
Asriel was getting so angry with Sans that he could feel his fangs extend. He knew that Sans could see him struggle with controlling himself but his eyes continued to darken and the marks on his face crept over his fur. “Look it Sans, one of these days you’re gonna mess up and Frisk is gonna pay the price. You can’t protect her forever!”
“And you think YOU can do better?!”
“I KNOW I CAN!”
They both stared each other down, trying hard to hold back and not throttle one another.
A scream pieced the air; it was the kind of sound that sends chills down their spines and made their hearts stop. Both of them instantly thought of Frisk; they rushed towards Alphys’ lab. Asriel was surprised how fast Sans was with his short stature. When they rounded the corner, Sans teleported, wanting to get to Frisk first.
He got there seconds before Asriel showed up at the door. “Frisk, what happened?!”
“We heard a scream.” Asriel states, “Is everyone alright?”
What they saw stopped them in their tracks. The lab was fine; nothing indicated an explosion or accident; just Alphys, who was apologizing over and over, and Frisk, her back facing them, was sitting on the floor, cradling Papyrus’ jacket. Papyrus was nowhere to be seen.
“Oh!” Alphys notices them. “S-sorry guys, that scream was me. We’re fine, but…”
Sans cut her off, “Frisk, where’s Papyrus?”
Frisk turns, having just noticed their presence. “Sans?”
Now they could see why Frisk was holding the jacket that way. Inside was a tiny squirming skeleton, making mewling sounds like a kitten. Sans’ and Asriel’s eyes grew wide.
Sans grinned smugly and looked at Asriel to the side. “Can’t have kids, huh?” Asriel glared at Sans, but bit his tongue.
Sans went over to Frisk, flipping the bird back at Asriel, and a big grin on his face. Unbeknownst to him, Asriel also flipped him the bird, his fist clenched tight and shaking.
Sans knelt by Frisk. He looked at the baby, then up to the human’s green eyes, “Sweetheart, why didn’t you tell me you were expecting.”
Frisks eyes went wide. “I WAS NOT!” she barked, her face lighting up. The baby begins to cry. “Oh, oh, shh. I’m so sorry Papy! I didn’t mean to yell.” Frisk held the bundle close, rocking him side-to-side, trying to sooth his cries.
Sans stumbles back, “W-wait, that’s Papyrus! But he’s just a little marsh-marrow now.” The baby cried louder and Frisk shot him a look. “S-sorry, sorry.”
“Y-yes, that’s Papyrus.” Alphys piped up. “He must have bumped this table b-because that’s where I had this,” she picked up a broken device off the floor. Wires were sticking out of some cracked paneling.
“What is it?” Asriel asks.
“W-well, because of the food shortages in some places in the Underground I designed this. I haven’t named it yet. It’s to make food age back and become fresh again so it’s not wasted. It m-must have gotten activated when it hit the floor and hit Papyrus. I never t-thought that it would effect monsters.”
“Well, put him back to normal!” Sans hissed, trying to keep his voice down, now that Frisk finally got Papyrus to stop crying.
“I-I will but this doesn’t look good,” Alphys inspected the device, “It looks pretty damaged.
“Then fix it!” Sans growled, his eye and hand glowing with magic, emphasizing his point. Alphys squeaked.
Frisk intertwined her fingers into Sans’ raised hand, gentle pushing it down. “Sans, please. Alphys will get it fixed. It’ll be ok.”
Sans pinched the bridge of his nose, if he had one that is, and tried to calm himself. “Please, Alphys. Just try your best.”
“O-of course,” Alphys relaxed, glad that Frisk was here to keep Sans under control, “b-but it might take a couple days.”
Sans sighed. He looked at Frisk and his literally little brother. Papy had stopped crying and was giggling. Frisk was smiling as well.
“Oh, look who’s happy now.” She laughed. “Little Happy Papy.”
He grins, “Whelp, I guess we don’t have much of a choice.” Frisk gives him a questioning look. He explains, “Looks like we’re gonna be parents.”
Frisk blushes furiously. “What?!”

That evening, everything had settled down; Sans sighs, satisfied with his completed task. The crib was built and set a few feet from the guest bed. Toriel and Asgore gave Frisk and Sans one of the guest rooms and Asriel’s old crib for Papyrus. They convinced them to stay at the castle, in case they needed help caring with Papyrus until Alphys had the aging device (which she dubbed it) was fixed.
Sans turns to look at Frisk, rocking in the rocking chair that Toriel also had when Asriel was little. Papyrus was fast asleep in her arms. He was now wrapped in a soft blanket and wearing a yellow onesie. Frisk actually looked very happy; her eyes half-closed and humming to herself. She looked like a real mother. It made Sans’ soul warm. But then he thought of what Asriel said to him earlier. That warm feeling went away.
Pushing the thought aside, he caught Frisk’s attention. “Crib’s done.” He said, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder toward his finished work. “Let’s put the little guy to bed.”
Sans put Papy down to sleep, careful not to wake him. “’Night little Bro.”
Frisk had already begun to undress for bed; she sat at the end, fiddling with the buckles on the leather battle corset.
Sans began pulling his hoodie off, as well. “Nice of your parents to offer us to stay till Alphys gets that aging device of hers fixed.”
Frisk nodded, “I honestly believe they offered mostly so they could play grandparents, even if it’s temporary.”
Forgetting his hoodie but letting it hang past his shoulders, he swooped down next to Frisk, entangling his arms around her in a gentle hold. “We could leave Paps like that a bit longer.” He suggested.
“I thought you wanted him back to normal?”
“Any reason to spend more ‘quiet time’ with you.” Sans purred, interest twinkling in his eye socket.
Frisk smiled, “Goodness you’re affectionate tonight.”
“You bet I am!” Sans attacked her neck with kisses, knowing full well she was sensitive there.
Instead of making her melt with want, she squealed with laughter. “Sans!” The skeleton continued his assault on her throat, loving the sound of her laugh and the feel of it against his teeth. Before it got too far, Frisk pushed Sans’ face away. “Stop it! You’re brother is right there.”
Sans chuckled, “Alright, alright.”
They finished off getting themselves ready for bed in silence, both still retaining a hint of a smile. Frisk was already under the covers but Sans took his time neatly folding his hoodie.
Frisk broke the quiet between them, “Hey Sans, can I ask you something?”
“Sure kid. Shoot.”
Frisk suddenly got quite bashful, “Well-oh how do I put this?- have you ever thought about… having kids?”
Sans stiffened but tried to remain cool. He deposited his hoodie to the side and got into bed. He fixed his eye to the ceiling and scratching his chin with his index finger. His words spilled out of his mouth quickly. “Oh, uh, yeah! I-I mean maybe. Once or twice. Few times perhaps. Though I’m not pushing or wanting to pressure you or nothin’. Why do you ask? Have you?”
Frisk looked down at her fidgeting hands. “I guess I have, on and off. I mean not now with the demon-hunting. But Dad’s training new hunters so we could retire and Decor and Swift are traveling currently around the underground and we…”
The rest of her words went unheard as Sans sunk into an empty place in his mind. She really wants kids? He asked himself. But I can’t-
“Sans? What’s wrong? You’ve gone quiet. Did I say something wrong?”
Sans snapped out of his trace, “Huh? Oh, sorry! It’s nothing really.”
He looked away from Frisk but she already saw the faded expression on his face. He was sad and it pained her. Gently cradling his jaw in her hand, using the other to support herself as she leaned close, she turned his skull to face her. “Sugar bones.” He avoided her eyes but hearing the special nickname made his gaze fix onto her face. Her brows were furrowed in concern, her eyes expressing worry. “Please tell me what’s going on.” She asks. “Don’t spare any details.”
Sans wraps his bony hand around hers, pulling it from his face. He sighed, not wanting to talk about this now but he knew that this discussion was unavoidable. In fact he thought he would be the one to bring it up but he kept on pushing it as ‘something to do tomorrow’.
“You see-”
Out of sheer luck, Papyrus woke up and began to cry. Sans jumped out of bed quickly, “I’ll get this one, Babe.”
“But-”
“Don’t worry. You can go to sleep.”
Frisk gave up, “Well, alright. I won’t force it out of you. But please tell me if there’s anything bothering you.” She turned on her side, facing away from Sans, disappointed that Sans was so reluctant to talk to her.
“Yeah, of course. I’ll let you know.” Sans patted Papyrus’ back, thankful he avoided talking about kids. At least for now. Boy do you have impeccable timing, Bro.

Papyrus barely slept all night, keeping both Sans and Frisk awake. The next morning, they had bags under there eyes and were pounding back the coffee. They were currently going through their second pot but what they really needed was a good snooze.
“I can’t believe Paps was up all night.” Sans groaned. “He was never like that when he was a baby the first time.”
Frisk was at the other end of the couch; she looked spent. Papyrus was sleeping in her arms, sucking on a pacifier. “Maybe he’s still having nightmares.” Frisk stated.
Toriel enters with another pot of coffee, “Here you are, my dears. This should help.” She set the pot on the coffee table and took Papyrus from Frisk. Sans poured himself a fresh cup and Frisk rubbed her aching head.
“Thanks Mom.”
“Why don’t you two get some sleep. You could sure use it. Since it’s Sunday, Asgore and I have nothing planned today.” Toriel offered.
Frisk shook her head, “It’s ok, Mom. We’re going to be fine.”
Sans groaned again, “Speak for yourself.” He was so tired that he couldn’t bring the fresh coffee he just poured, to his teeth.
“I insist.” Toriel persisted. “In fact, your father was quite excited about getting to play with a baby again.” She sighed happily, “It had been so long since there was a baby in the castle.” She looks down at the tiny skeleton in her arms. “Such nice memories.”
Sans watched Toriel; her expression was the same as Frisk’s from the night before. He shifted uncomfortably. As Sans was staring at Toriel and his brother, Frisk was staring at him. She saw how his body moved, and could see that there was something really eating at him. But right now she was very tired.
“Now that I think about it, maybe we could use some sleep.”
Sans took that as his cue to get up. He extended his hand to Frisk to pull her up. She looked at it and then up to his face. Sans blinked, surprised she didn’t grab it immediately as usual.
She did take his hand and stood up, leaving the queen with Papyrus. Walking back to their guest room Sans took noticed to how loose Frisk’s hand was in his. He glanced at her face; her face furrowed slightly, as if she were I thought.
“Something on your mind, kid?”
Frisk doesn’t look at him, “No, nothing. Just tired.” Sans didn’t feel comfortable with the cold shoulder she was giving him, but attributed it to lack of sleep.

“Daddy! Daddy, wake up!”
Sans groaned at the noise and decided to ignore it. He felt a shift in weight on the bed but ignored that too. Then something slapped him square in the face. He opened his eye to find a tiny girl looming over him. He didn’t move, surprised that a child was in his room. The child looked human but her skin and hair was very pale, almost white; she looked like a porcelain doll.
Her blue eyes bore into his. “Daddy, get up! Mama’s making pancakes!” the child exclaimed in excitement. Before Sans could question the child as to how they got in his room or why they were calling him ‘Daddy’, the little girl jumped off the bed and ran out.
Sans sat up and blinked at his surroundings. He wasn’t in the guest room at the Dreemurr Castle but back at home in his room. Confused he got up and changed into the first pair of shorts and hoodie he pulled from the drawer.
He went downstairs, following the sound of giggling that echoed from the kitchen. When he stepped inside the kitchen, he found the child standing on a stool by the counter, orienting pieces of fruit into faces on the pancakes. However the one that caught Sans’ attention most was Frisk. She stood next to the child, carefully watching. Sans’ eye lowered down to her belly and noticed the roundness of it. His soul skipped a beat.
“Good morning, Sans!” Frisk greeted.
The child jumped down from the stool and launched herself at him. Sans awkwardly caught her to keep her from falling. She wrapped her tiny arms around his neck in a hug then pulled back to point at the counter. “Daddy, look! I helped Mama make breakfast!”
Sans looked to Frisk, hoping to get an answer as to what was going on. She just smiled at him and the child in his arms.
“You did?” Sans exclaimed, playing along. “Well, aren’t you a ‘bone-ified’ chef!”
The child laughed at his joke, which made Sans laugh as well. It sounded so much like when Frisk was young.
“Cambria, why don’t you go wake Uncle Papy.”
“Ok, Mama.” Sans put the child down and she disappeared from the kitchen.
Sans went next to Frisk, “Frisk, what’s going on?”
Frisk blinked. “What do you mean?” she asked.
“You’re pregnant!”
Frisk laughed, “That’s your fault, remember?” She touched her pregnant bump. “Oh! Give me your hand, Sans.”
Before Sans could even move, Frisk gripped his bony fingers and placed them over her belly. Underneath his hand, Sans could feel movement. His eye widened.
“They’re really making a fuss in there today.”
“They? Y-you mean twins?”
Frisk nodded. This was getting too much for Sans. He stumbled back, causing Frisk to reach out in concern, “Sans?”
“That kid that was here earlier. Who is she?”
Frisk looked shocked, “Cambria? Our daughter?”
Sans was even more shocked. “Wha- When? H-how?”
Frisk’s hand touched his brow, “Sweetie you’re burning up!” She pulled him close, her pregnant belly the only thing between the two of them. “Your whole body’s on fire! Baby, your sick.”
“I’m not sick.” Sans gently pushed back Frisk, careful of her bump. “We have kids? How come I don’t remember? Are we still hunting demons? Wait, what year is it?”
Frisk cradled Sans face, knowing that the best way to stop his ramblings. “Sans, you’re scaring me. What do you mean you don’t remember?”
“I- I don’t know.” He fell down to his knees, holding his head, trying to get his mind working. He felt tears sting at the corners of his sockets. “Why can’t I remember?” he whimpered.
Frisk knelt before him and pulled him into her arms. Sans allowed her to cradle him, and attempt to sooth him with gentle strokes down his spine.

At that moment, Sans woke. His face was tear-soaked and leaning on Frisk’s chest. He glanced around to see he was back in the Dreemurr Castle. It was just a dream? He felt something between them and when he looked down, he saw it was a pillow that somehow ended up there.
That explains the belly. Sans thought. He glanced up at Frisk; she was still asleep, not waking up at the coldness of Sans tears that stained her shirt. Carefully Sans gets up from bed and tugs his hoodie on. He needed some air and then he was going to look for Papyrus and see how he was doing.
He was walking past the kitchen when he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. Back peddling, Sans stepped into the doorway of the kitchen. He found Paps sitting in a high chair and Asriel was trying to feed him. The prince looked frustrated.
“Okay Papy,” Asriel caught Paps’ attention, “here comes the River Boat.” He moved the spoon toward the tiny skeleton, who refused the offered mush.
Sans grinned smugly, That’s not gonna work.
Asriel made another attempt to get Papyrus to eat but the tiny skeleton flailed his arms and flipped the bowl over, the contents splattering on Asriel’s face and shirt. Sans held back his laughter, as hard as it was. Asriel sighed in defeat.
Papyrus laughed but then stopped. He blinked and took another look at Asriel. Some of the mushed food had made a trail from Asriel’s right horn to the top of his right eye and another line from his left eye to the corner of his mouth. In Papyrus’ infant state, Asriel made him think of-”
“Dada!” Papyrus exclaimed. Both Sans and Asriel froze. Papy continued to repeat the word, slapping his tiny hands on the tray table, with as much excitement as he could muster.
Sans began to feel a bit jealous but his annoyed feelings went away when he noticed Asriel’s face. For the first time in years, Sans saw tears in Asriel’s face. Papy saw the tears on Asriel’s face and was about to cry as well
“Oh no, Papy, don’t cry. These are happy tears.” Asriel gave a big smile. “I’ve wanted to be called that for a while now.” The prince sniffed. “You might not be my son but it means a lot to hear it. Oh, you don’t even know what I’m saying do you?” Papyrus blinked at him and then giggled in delight. “Ha ha! Maybe you do.” Asriel picks up the spoon again, ignoring the mess on his face. “Okay, let’s try this again!”
This time Papy took the food and Asriel praised him for it.
So the kid wants to be a dad? Sans thought. It left a regretful feeling in his bones. Sans left the kitchen, allowing Asriel to have his happy moment this once. His eyes were fixed on the floor in a frown. Something touched his shoulder; he jumped, discovering it was Frisk.
“Oh! I’m sorry Sans, I didn’t mean to startle you.” She apologized.
Sans tried to get his racing soul to slow, “Nah, it’s ok. You feel better?”
“Much better. Do you know where Papy is?”
“Asriel was trying to get him to eat.” Sans grinned, remembering how fussy his brother was being with the prince. Frisk’s face was serious, which made Sans’ grin fade. “Something wrong, Babe?”
“I really need to talk to you.”
“Um, ok?”
Frisk grabbed his hand, “Privately.”
Sans felt a bit uncomfortable as Frisk pulled him into the closest room. There was definitely no one around since it was broom closet. It was dark and there was no light, except what crept through under door.
“Cozy.” Sans commented. He sat down on a box of cleaning supplies and Frisk took an upturned bucket. “Are we talking or do you want me to ‘sweep’ you off your feet?” Sans joked.
Frisk didn’t acknowledge the joke, “I know I said that I wasn’t going to force you tell me what was bothering you but it’s been bothering me not knowing.” Sans knew where this was going.
“You want me to explain, huh?”
“Please.”
Sans thought about teleporting out but knew Frisk would scold him for doing so and insist again to find out. He sighed, “Alright but it might take a while.”
“However long it takes.”
After a lengthy explanation, and some side notes about magic and monster biology, Sans leaned back, uncomfortable with the calculated look on Frisk’s face.
“And that’s pretty much it.”
Frisk stared at the ground, letting everything Sans explained to her mull over in her mind. “So because skeletons can only have children through the combination of magic and the fact I am human and can’t use magic, we can’t have our own kids?”
“Mm-hmm.” Sans nodded solemnly.
Frisk sat back, “So what’s the problem?”
Sans blinked wide, “You just heard it. We can’t have kids together.”
Frisk shrugged, “I still don’t see what the problem is.”
Sans gapped. She wasn’t upset? Disappointed? Not even fazed?
“Ok, I didn’t expect to get ‘the talk’ monster edition,” she said, making quotes in the air, “but now I have a better idea. At least I can stop worrying about accidentally getting pregnant.”
“You’re not upset?”
“No.”
“But you seemed really happy taking care of Papyrus. I thought you were wanting… you know.”
“I did think that, but it doesn’t mean that any child we raise together has to be ours biologically in order to make me happy. You do remember I was adopted?”
“Frisk, I’m sorry. I wanted to tell you this before but I was afraid…” he trailed off.
Frisk understood, “You were afraid I’d leave you?” Sans nodded. Suddenly Frisk burst out laughing.
Again, Sans was taken back. “What’s so funny?”
She was laughing so hard that she slipped off the bucket and sat on the floor closer to Sans. “When you wouldn’t tell me what was bothering you, I was afraid you were wanting to break it off.” Frisk wiped away the tears that streamed down her face. Sans understood and joined her in laughing. It felt like a thirty-pound weight was lifted off his ribs.
“Let’s promise to talk more often about whatever’s on our minds.” Sans said.
“I thought you didn’t like making promises?”
Sans cupped her face, “I’ll make ‘em for you.”
“How sweet.”
They began kissing not caring about anything else. Sans’ fingers ran though her hair and massaged her scalp, deepening the kiss when he tilted her head back. Things began to get heated until someone opened the door, blinding them momentarily.
It was one of the castle butlers; he looked surprise but returned his composure. “Forgive me, m’lady.” he addressed Frisk. “I didn’t mean to… disrupt you.”
Frisk untangled her arms from Sans, “Oh, that’s quite alright, we-ah!” She was going to stand but her hair somehow tangled into a knot around Sans’ boney fingers. Sans busied himself with untangling her hair with one hand, which proved difficult.
“Since I do have you here, I would like to inform you that your mother is looking for you. Good day, m’lady.” The butler gave a small bow and hurried himself away. Frisk helped Sans get her hair untangled, both of them giggling at the awkward moment they just had.
The next day passed by easier. Papyrus slept better, and so did Sans and Frisk. Frisk rocked and cuddled the infant and when she needed a break, Sans took over and played with his bro just like he did many years ago. Asgore even rescheduled his meetings for later in the week, not wanting to miss the chance to play with the baby monster. Sans worried either Frisk or himself would start to feel disappointment but instead they seemed to have gotten closer.
He did think about the dream a bit but shook it out of his mind. Everything will work out. Sans thought to himself. The smile Frisk gave him reassured his thoughts.
It wasn’t until the third day did Alphys get the aging device fixed. Frisk stayed outside the lab, while Alphys, Sans and Papyrus were inside. Crossing fingers and sending a small prayer, the device worked. Papyrus swayed as his skull swam with dizziness.
“What happened?” He looked down at himself. “And why am I naked?!”
Sans chuckled, and tossed his brother his clothes. “Long story.” That was all he said, remembering that he promised Frisk he wouldn’t embarrass his bro with the truth.
Papyrus grimaced, as he hurried to dress himself, “Why do I feel like I won’t like what I’ll hear.” Sans just laughed more.