Determination (Discontinued)

Three

The two exit the laboratory to be engulfed into a hug by the goat boy. Chara shoved him off quickly due to reflexes, apologizing soon after he hit the ground. Frisk and the others begin to laugh at Asriel and Chara's shenanigans, setting off in the direction of the park.

Frisk and Chara were hand in hand the entire time, no matter how many times Asriel begged Chara for attention or if Toriel needed Frisk, they never parted. That is, until the group got ice cream. Papyrus, Mettaton and Asgore joined an hour or so later. The taller skeleton took Frisk from the group and gave her a hug.

Sitting down with the ice cream, the group turns their attention to the couple. Frisk was oblivious to the group stare while Chara constantly looked around. Toriel was the first to speak. "So! Chara, how long were you planning on proposing?" Chara nearly choked on her ice cream.

She looked to the goat woman before scratching behind her head. "Ah.. For awhile honestly. The idea popped in my head the day I separated from you guys- no.. Actually before then. I realized Frisk was the one I wanted to spend my entire life with and I never want to let her go." Frisk looked to her with a slight blush. The elder gave her a smile before pulling her into a side hug. "Momdyne saw my struggles later on. I was uh.. Having a hard time keeping jobs." Asriel gave her a smirk, hence he knew the reason why. "She uh.. Knew of my strengths.. and allowed me to join the alliance.." She took a lick of her chocolate ice cream before adding; "I'm not in yet, I'm still in training, but helping around has uh.. Given me my share. And I've been doing this for a year now."

Sans rested his hand on the table. "I'm surprised she even let you continue, by you not walking the stage with everyone else in your class." He saw that she became agitated, throwing a wink her way. "It's nice to know you'll be join in the alliance soon. We're definitely gonna need a demon such as yourself there to help keep stuff in place. A skeleton of stuff." Toriel and Frisk laugh at Sans's pun, Asgore, Flowey, Asriel, Papyrus and Chara groaning.

Mettaton gave a sly smirk to them both. "If you don't mind me asking, have you prepared at all? When the wedding is, what your dresses or suits will look like- all of that?" He places a hand to his chest before winking. "I surely can help with all of that, darlings!"

Frisk looked to the robot before laughing, "Not really, Ton-Ton. It's only been a couple of days." The child looked to Chara with a smile. "Although.. It would be best if we start looking now so we won't have to wait until the last minute for our clothing." Chara nods as Frisk looks to Mettaton. "And do you know of a perfect place to hold a weddi-"

"OBVIOUSLY MY HOME, DEAR~" The robot shouts in excitement, earning laughs from the entire group. "Would two months be perfect for you both?" He questions them both.

Frisk and Chara exchange looks, giving small smiles to each other. Chara looks back to Mettaton with the same smile, "Yeah, that'll work perfectly. Gives us enough time to find what we need."

. . .

Frisk and Chara depart from the group with Flowey and Asriel, the group making jokes with each other and such. Occasionally, Chara would hop onto Asriel's back and point to the sky saying: "Onward to Snowdin!". Frisk could tell this is what they used to do when they were younger, giggling a bit as the goat boy ran around with her fiancé on his back. They both acted as if they were children again.

The child decided it would be time to sit down. A swing set was just a couple steps away from the two, and Frisk happily walked over to it. She had her back to Asriel and Chara, sitting on the swing. She swung herself a bit, not too high, but enough to were their feet were off of the ground. They gave a sigh, stopping their swing and looking behind them, seeing the pair of friends playfully fighting each other as the flower was being held by Chara. Flowey screamed a couple times so he could be let down or even given to Frisk but the two hadn't heard him. Or yet, they didn't care. Frisk giggles again, turning from them again and looking down to her hands.