To My Better Half- A Sans X Toriel Fanfiction

Chapter 6- Frisk Knows

~~Author's Note~~

I'm so sorry it's been this long since an update. I'm bad at this... Anyways, it's here now. I had to wait until the weekend because I've been really busy with life lately. So yeah. Here ya go, another chapter!

-MadiWritez

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Toriel smiled her trademark smile. The one that made children adore her, men lust for her, and women want to be her. She let out a quiet breath, the smile slowly drifting away. The sad look in her eyes immediately set Sans on edge.

"What's wrong?" He asked suddenly.

She met his gaze. Her voice was quiet as she murmured, "It really isn't important. Do not worry."

"Are you sure?"

Tori frowned deeply, her eyebrows furrowing. "I was just wondering what Frisk might say about us."

Sans immediately understood what she meant. Frisk was very understanding, and already thought of Sans as a father, but it might be hard for them to get used to Sans and Toriel being together more. Just as he was about to respond, the door opened, and slammed.

"They're home." Toriel said quietly, smiling nervously at Sans. "Shall we tell them now?"

He honestly didn't want to, but a little voice in the back of his head was screaming, "Just tell them! Lying to them isn't worth it! Besides, they'll probably be happy." And so he nodded, and shakily hauled himself to his feet. Toriel held out a hand to him, and he was hesitant to take it.

He soon realized why she did this. Not necessarily as a sign of affection. Rather, to keep him from falling. He still felt weak, and was feeling kind of light headed.  Frisk was sitting on the carpet by the front door, their backpack still on their back as they struggled to remove their shoes.

"Here, let me help ya." Sans offered, releasing Tori's hand and shuffling cautiously over.

He knelt down in front of the kid, and laughed. He desperately wanted to comment on how it would be easier to remove the shoes if the laces weren't tied, but decided it would be mean to tease. He just pulled on the ends of the strings, and easily slipped the shoes off.

Frisk smiled sheepishly, and signed, "Thank you. How are you today?"

"I'm alright. You?"

"I'm okay, I guess... You look nervous. Is something the matter? Any new news?" Frisk asked innocently, not knowing that they were right on the mark.

He glanced at Toriel for help. He didn't know what to say. She let out a sigh, as if she didn't have an idea either. Why did these things have to be so complicated? Sans cleared his throat, and looked back to Frisk.

"I... Uh... I wanna tell you that..." He trailed off, his face turning blue. "That your mom and I are going on a date."

He made sure he didn't say they were dating. He also made sure that he didn't say they were a couple. It was just a date. That was all. Frisk frowned, as if confused. They cocked their head to the side, and then looked up at Toriel, as if asking her what she had to say.

Toriel smiled, and said, "This is the truth, my child. I hope it does not make you unhappy."

Frisk looked from Toriel, to Sans, and then back to Toriel again. Their expression was stoic, as they nodded. Sans tried to think of something to say, but nothing came to mind. The kid seemed to be expecting their mom to do something, and was getting frustrated that she wasn't.

"You okay, Frisk?" Sans asked quietly.

They nodded once, and signed, "I'm happy for you two. Really."

Then, without another word, they struggled to their feet, and hurried up the stairs to their room. Sans looked to Toriel nervously. She returned the glance. They didn't take that very well. Why was that? From the beginning, they had been wanting him and Tori to date.

"I think you should go talk to them." Toriel murmured, and ushered Sans towards the stairs.

He shook his head. "Why me? They trust you more."

"I do not believe that is true. Something about you makes you quite easy to talk to. They love you very much, Sans. Please. If anything, do it for me."

He let out an inward sigh. "Fine."

He soon arrived at their door, which was closed. There was a sign on the door that read, "Do Not Disturb." He apologized telepathically to them, even though they couldn't hear it, as he knocked, entirely disobeying the sign.

"Hey, kid? Can I come in?" He asked awkwardly.

He heard someone shuffle around, and then the door opened a crack. He waited a few long seconds before opening the door. Frisk was sitting on their bed cross-legged, and Sans immediately noticed the tears in their eyes. Oh no... This was gonna be a long night, wasn't it?

He walked over slowly, and sat down next to them. The mattress creaked a complaint under his weight. He tried to pat their shoulder, but they shrugged his hand off irritably. Flowey was glaring at him from the windowsill, but didn't seem particularly angry at him. Rather, angry at someone else.

"Go on, Frisk." The flower rasped. "Tell him what you told me. It's okay."

The sweet child started to cry even harder, and buried their face in their hands. Sans was honestly scared. This adorable bundle of happiness was supposed to be just that- happy. Who brought them to tears? Him? Tori? Certainly it wasn't.

"At school... The other kids were ganging up on me... They beat me up and-" the kid had to stop to steady their shaking hands. "They called me a monster. They told me to go and kill myself. They said if I didn't do it, they'd do it for me, because they want nothing to do with monsters. And now... You and my mom are..."

Sans didn't want to believe it. It wasn't right that the humans were being so terrible. Especially the ones who were teaching their children to hate monsters. It just wasn't fair. Not to the kid, and not to all the monsters who had to deal with these stupid people. He felt a hot anger begin to burn in his chest, flooding to his face. Before he could stop it his left eye from flickering to life. He tried to calm himself before Frisk noticed, but it was too late.

They met his eyes fearfully, and could barely manage to say, "Sans, you need to calm yourself down. Hurting them isn't the right way to deal with this."

This kid... If not for their high morals, several people would already be long dead. Those people were very lucky that Frisk existed.

"Sans. Please..." They said again, before placing their head in their hands again.

He blinked a few times, and the magic slowly dissipated. "I'm... Sorry, kiddo. Didn't mean to."

He honestly felt bad for upsetting them. They had already dealt with enough. They didn't need him to be a jerk, too. After all, Sans knew that Frisk looked up to him. He couldn't keep on setting such bad examples for the kid- no. He couldn't set bad examples for his kid to follow.