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Dandelions

~Chapter 6~

Sans gracefully and elegantly transferred Frisk from the lab behind his house to his bedroom. Frisk was surprised to see how delicate he was being, considering his recklessness in previous fights with monsters, especially when facing Undyne.

"How long..."

Sans gave them a questionable look as he lay the kid down on the, now nicely made bed.

"How long have I been gone...How long have you been planning this...How long..."

"Sweetpea", Sans murmured as he brushed his fingers against Frisk's cranium. He gave them a warm smile and watched as the child melded into his touch.

" My little girl is finally back...my little girl is safe now."

He bent down, kissing the tip of Frisk's temple or at least trying to give the illusion of doing so. It was difficult to do without lips present. Frisk gleamed as they nuzzled into him, appreciating the attempt he made. Maybe their questions could wait-

"So...You're curious huh? Curious about all of this", He looked away from Frisk while implying that he would explain everything. "...Well...How would you feel if little old me started taking care of you?"

Frisk's expression shifted, being the first time they dismissed the ability of thick bone moving to show emotions.

"But Sans", Frisk uttered, "You've always taken care of me"

"Well...you see...", He let out an awkward sigh. " I used some of my magic to recreate a body for you."

"Like...with your soul?"

"Yyyyeeeeppp"

"...Did it hurt?"

The question caught him off guard and he looked down upon them with an eerie and concerned smile, " Wh-What?"

"Giving me a soul...You had to use things of your own to give me a body. Did cutting into your soul hurt?"

He huffed a sigh of relief, knowing that Frisk was too young to be taught about the origins of children, much to Frisk's confusion.

"Well, Sweetie...needles are never fun, but it'll be worth it in the end. Your soul is still in development, so you'll be under my close watch for quite a bit until then. We won't be able to do much with my magic at such a low level."

"...So...I have your genes...inside of me...right?"

"Yeah...where are you going with-"

"Doesn't this technically make you my Dad?"

There was a sudden and awkward pause, as Sans grew flustered by the comment. Him!? A dad!? On one hand, he was honored by the fact he could be of such importance to Frisk that they suggested the idea in the first place, but on the contrary...did he deserve that role? Dad?

Frisk brightened as the thought stirred within their mind, plotting its next comment that supported the notion of Sans becoming a possible parental figure. However, to them, it was much more of a joke that they could use rather than what Sans assumed it to be.