Sans x Toriel (Teen Pregnancy)

-_ Chapter 3 ~ A Turn Of Events. _-

Toriel's POV:

Me and Sans were having a quiet chat around the back of the school, telling each other what had gone on today. I like Sans. As a friend. Sure he is smart and funny, but if I hooked up with him Asgore would blow a fuse. I do think he is quite adorable though. I decided to break the small pause by lifting my head up at him. "Hey Sans, you should really come over sometime. My Mum makes a mean casserole." I said, giggling. He opened his mouth to accept my offer, but before he could, he was taken aback.

"HEY YOU! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH MY GIRL!" The voice bellowed furiously. Asgore bounded forwards towards Sans. "No no Asgore, he's just a friend. Please don't hurt him!" I exclaimed defensively. Sans dashed behind me, leaning against the wall, petrified. His sweaty arms charged up a swirling fireball, aiming it straight at Sans. "NO!" I screamed, virtually begging for mercy. He fired the attack at Sans, who was covering his terrified face with his bony hands.

The attack was almost instantaneous, bursting on impact right where Sans's stomach should be. He fell to the floor, blood oozing from his shirt. "Sans!" I shouted, running over to him and placing a paw behind his back. Asgore ran off, spitting into a vase of plants as he did so. I could see the tears starting to form up in my eyes, watching Sans breathe slowly. "That's it, I'm through with that whelp!" I exclaimed through painful tears. I picked Sans up in my arms, cradling him gently as I ran towards my house. "Don't worry Sans, my Mum will get you cleaned up." I mumbled, looking down at his cold, blank face. I didn't care if my dress was stained with blood, and I didn't care If the same thing happened to my paws. I just wanted my beautiful ray of sunshine to be ok. I had wrapped a pure white, silky scarf around the damaged area, to stop the blood dripping. When I got back home, I shouted for help with Sans still in my arms. "Mum! Do you remember that sweet skeleton I was just talking about yesterday? Well he's really hurt because Asgore hit him and he needs urgent care right now!"

My Mum ran around the corner to see me, noticing the bloody skeleton. She gasped and took him out of my hands. "I shall get him cleaned up right away." She said, jittery.

I got dressed into a new dress and laid back on the sofa.
Scared.
Terrified.
Petrified.
Horrified.
Traumatised.

Worried for my loved one.