But you weren't there (*Sans x Frisk*)

3hree

I walk down the long road, the bland grey bricks not really interesting me. I just needed to go see the two skeletal brothers I am soon to call friends hopefully. 

I see a small pub type building called Grillbys, and a library. I pass them all until I reach a small cottage type house on the outskirts of the town. A small yellow monster child was sitting on the ground outside, smiling brighter than I'd seen anyone before. 

"What has you so happy?" I ask him, wondering if maybe something nice about the two skeletons had just happened. 

"Oh, hey! Undyne just touched me! So cool right! You're a child too right? Only children wear striped shirts, like me!" I smile at his enthusiasm, nod, and walk up to the door. 

Before I can knock, a small skeleton wearing a blue jacket appears next to me. "Ice to meet you, I'm Sans."

I chuckle slightly before replying with my name, "Frisk, but some people call me Humming bird."

Sans POV

She's different. Humming bird? She used to hate humming birds. 

"Why so?" I ask, while unlocking the door. "Because I used to sing a song called Humming birds so frequently that whenever someone else heard it they thought of me. Mainly, Toriel though."

"Why'd you sing it so often." I ask, hoping maybe she might let slip that she does remember something. Maybe she heard it in what I like to call timeline a, when we were together. 

"Toriel sang it to me to help me sleep, so I sing it to help Cisco and Barry... I mean I used to sing it to help Cisco and barry sleep."

"Cisco? Barry?" I question, plopping myself down on the sofa, while she slides gently down onto the other. 

"I guess Toriel did not tell you then. When I arrived in the Underworld I beared children. Only months later I birthed two boys, Cisco and Barry. While still infants some sort of horrible disease infected them. They no longer wanted to play in the buttercups like they used to, and only stayed in my arms motionlessly. The passed not to long after." She is tearing up. I pat her on the back, as comfortingly as I can and try not to cry myself. 

My children, our children.. dead.