Married [ON HIATUS]

Chapter 3

"HELLO, SANS!" "Saaaaaans..." "Hey Sansy~"

Sans got varied reactions from the usual Grillby's patrons as he stepped up to the bar with Frisk by his side.

"AH, AND HELLO TO YOU AS WELL, FRISK!" Papyrus smiled down at the small child, setting his glass of milk on the bar with a small splash.

"Greetings, Sans. What can I get you? The usual, I presume?" Grillby stepped over, wiping a glass with a worn, slightly burnt dish rag.

"Get me the bugged plate of French fries you got, Grill-man. It's a special occasion."

"... WHAT'S THE OCCASION, BROTHER?" Papyrus excitedly leaned forward.

"Well, uh... you know how Toriel and I have kinda been a thing for a while?"

"UH-HUH!"

"Well... I proposed to her."

Papyrus covered his mouth with both of his gloved hands. "AND... WHAT DID SHE SAY?" He was literally on the edge of his seat.

"... she said yes!"

Papyrus gasped and hugged his smaller relative, practically picking him up off his stool. "I AM IMMENSELY PROUD OF YOU, BROTHER!" Sans nearly choked from the tightness of the hug despite not having an esophagus. "I'M GOING TO BE A BROTHER-IN-LAW! AND AN UNCLE... KINDA."

"I was thinking you could be my best man too. I mean, if you're up to it..."

"THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS ALWAYS UP TO BE A BEST MAN... WHAT'S A BEST MAN?"

"It's like... it's like being the second coolest dude at the wedding."

Papyrus struck a heroic pose. "I'LL DO IT!"

"I knew you'd say yes, bro."