Married [ON HIATUS]

Chapter 1

Frisk sat up slowly in bed, rubbing sleep from their eyes and stretching. As they swung their feet over to stand up, they nearly landed in a slice of warm cherry pie.

Frisk tilted their head and sat next to the slice. Toriel had never made cherry before... was something going on?

Dearest Frisk-
I hope you enjoy the pie. When you are done, please come out to the living room. We have some wonderful news for you!
- Toriel

Who was we? In Frisk's curiosity, they ended up wolfing down their slice of pie and running out to the living room with the crumbs still covering their face.

They didn't exactly know what they were expecting, but they knew it wasn't this. Toriel's usual chair was vacant, and next to it was an intricately carved wooden chair dragged in from the kitchen. And sitting in it was a familiar grinning skeleton in a blue hoodie.

"Hey there, kiddo." Sans stood up briefly to wipe the crumbs from Frisk's face with his bony hand. As he did, Toriel walked out of the kitchen with what was left of the pie and set it on the table between the three of them.

"Oh! You're up already, I see. Well, as I said, Sans and I have wonderful news, u-um..." Sans looked up at her, smiling more than he already was, and she giggled nervously. "Well, I'll just cut to the chase, I suppose. Sans and I are getting married!"

Fisk stood in silence. Well, they almost always stood in silence, but this time it was a stunned silence.

Toriel pushed her doubts aside and smiled. "So... what do you think? Are you surprised?"

Frisk searched for the right words before shakily signing 'I'm not sure'.

Sans got that smile he always got before he told a stupid joke. "Hello not sure, I'm... dad." He winked.

Frisk regretted Sans and Toriel ever meeting.