You had always loved him.
The cute blue skele, who you had known since you were both little.
When you were kids, at a relative's wedding.
"Sans, when we grow up, I'm gonna marry you."
"I'm gonna marry you too, (y/n)!"
You hugged him and laughed.
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"Hey Sans. Remember the promise from when we were kids?"
"The promise to always be best friends? Of course."
You sighed softly and nodded, keeping the smile.
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Now, you stood in his house as he bent down on one skeletal knee. Holding out a small, white gold ring.
"Yes!"
Everyone clapped for the new fiancées.
You smiled wider.
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You were wearing a lovely blue (dress/shirt). A daisy in your (hand/lapel). A small smile on your face.
Sans was right there. He flashed you a scared smile.
You just grinned wider.
Today.
Today!
God, today.
It was a beautifully decorated building.
Daisies and buttercups all over.
The short skeleton there, nervous but so happy.
Music started. Everyone was happy.
The soon-to-be-wed walked down the aisle.
Smiling.
A lovely dress on her features.
Toriel.
Sans' bride.
