To My Better Half- A Sans X Toriel Fanfiction

Chapter 7- A Crappy Principal And Worse Students

"You're right." Sans muttered, placing a hand on Frisk's shoulder.

They didn't pull away that time. Instead, they leaned against Sans, and buried their face in his side. He just couldn't stand it when the kiddo got upset. It hurt his very soul to see them cry. He would be having a nice chat with the principal, and soon.

Frisk pulled their hands free, and signed, "I'm okay now. Go spend time with my mom. I think I need some time alone."

They sounded like an adult. Mature, calm, collected. Not like a twelve-year-old kid. Sans nodded reluctantly, gave the kid's shoulders a final squeeze, and stood to leave. As his hand touched the doorknob, he turned back to look at Frisk. They smiled, and made a shooing gesture with their hand.

He returned the grin, and walked out. The door creaked shut behind him, and a few seconds later, he heard the lock click. Toriel was sitting on the couch, her foot tapping out of nervous habit. He sat next to her carefully. There was a foot of space between them. Sans didn't want her to feel uncomfortable.

They were just going on a date. Not even dating. Certainly not a couple. So... Why did his heart feel like leaping into the air and flying away? It was as if all his stress and worry had evaporated. He was so deep in thought that he jumped when Tori reached over, and placed her hand over his.

He glanced up at her, his face blue. She met his gaze, and gave him a small smile. She was really worried. Sans could tell that much, just by looking at her. He looked away, and as casually as he could, he turned his hand, and interlaced his bony fingers with her furry ones. Without looking in her direction, he reached over, and grabbed the remote.

There wasn't anything good on, so he turned on a random documentary. About half-way through, Toriel left to make dinner for everyone. He considered helping her, but decided he would probably just get in the way. A thought popped into his mind, as he sat on the sofa. The principal may still be at the school.

He struggled to his feet, and called, "I'm going out! I'll be back later."

"Okay, dear." Toriel said in response.

He smiled slightly, as he made his way to the front door, and was about to open it, when a thought hit him.

"Frisk! Come here!" He yelled, and about a minute later, the kid came shuffling down the stairs, looking exhausted. They stopped in front of him, and looked up at him skeptically.

Sans forced a grin, and asked, "You want to come with me? I'm gonna go talk to the principal, and I want you to be there too."

They didn't "speak." They just nodded, and sat down to pull on their shoes. Sans had to tie their shoes for them. Twelve, and still unable to tie laces. He really would have to show them. Frisk stood, and grabbed his hand. They walked out the front door, and began walking. It was a fairly long ways to the school, and Sans didn't want to walk, so he simply teleported.

It was exhausting, especially after being ill all day. He just plastered on a smile, and began shuffling up to the front doors, Frisk trailing after him. The doors were unlocked, so he just went inside. He wasn't going to wait for an invitation from these people. There was a short old woman sitting at the receptionist's desk.

"How may I help-" She cut herself off as she looked up from her computer, and saw who was standing in front of her.

She gulped, and stood shakily. She hurried off, probably to get a higher-up to take care of the situation. A few moments later, a tall man in a tweed jacket and slacks exited a door labeled, "Principal's office." Sans grinned in a friendly manner, as the man made his way up to the desk.