I'm Not Normal! (Undertale)

Chapter Twenty: Finale

I am going to make Sans and Asgore get along, even if it kills me. I'm doing it for Hadriel! I can't have him growing up with his two fathers being angry at each other. I can understand how they are but it's not fair for them to continue, especially in Hadriel's eyes. And if Hadriel copies them, he could grow up to be violent, the opposite point of what Sans and Asgore ever wanted. That's why they did their actions, wasn't it? Asgore wanted to restore peace on the surface, so he gathered 6 human souls, sure, the way that he gathered them was a bit cruel but he did it for peace. Sans just wanted to stop the murderous humans from continuing, and if they broke the Barrier, continue on the surface.

All I know is that Toriel is coming round today to get parental advice from Mum, just so she can get used to what happens on the surface with kids and eveything. She knocks lightly on the door, Mum answering and welcoming her into our house, telling her that she doesn't need to knock anymore, she can just walk in. She thanks us for making her feel at home and sits on the sofa.

She leaves to go to town with Mum, leaving Hadriel with me and Dad. I place Hadriel in his pram and watch Mettaton's new show. Seeing a familiar extra in the background. I stretch my legs out on the sofa so I am more lay down than sat up straight. I see Dad take Hadriel out of his pram and he starts to lightly throw him up and down. I can hear small amounts of laughter come from Hadriel. I start to turn around to watch them enjoying the moments they have together. Seeing Dad miss Hadriel when he was meant to be catching him. I reach my left arm out to try and help him. The sudden quick turn pushes my chest into the arm of the sofa, causing most air to be knocked out of my lungs. I look up in worry, seeing Hadriel hovering. Dad grabs him and thanks me.

So I can now turn monster souls blue? I regain my breath from it getting knocked out of my lungs. Looking at the awkward position I am in. My left arm remaining out. My chest on the arm of the sofa and my head facing the back of the sofa.

Dad decides to sit down with Hadriel, instead of standing up, playing with him, rocking him back and forth, relaxing and watching Mettaton on TV. I sit back in my confusing but comfortable postition on the sofa.

Sans returns from wherever he was previously - probably Grillby's if I could guess anywhere - he looks a little bit stressed out.
"Sans, 'you alright?" I ask him. He sighs and looks at me with hope.
"Again?" I ask, thinking that it is about what it normally is about.

"Just thinking, Georgia. Just thoughts I don't want to think about at this moment, but they're there." Sans tells me. I ask him what the thoughts are but he just shakes his head.
Toriel returns with Mum, bringing two other people with her.
"Sans!" Frisk runs up to Sans, going in for a hug, Sans doesn't return anything but a glum look on his face. Frisk runs into him and wraps her arms around him and he's still stood there, looking blank, his usual smile gone as if it never existed. Frisk's face drops, Chara walks in and just sits on the sofa, smiling briefly in Sans' direction, noticing he's down, knowing that he doesn't want to socialise completely yet. Finally, Mum and Toriel walk in to the lounge. Toriel asking Sans what's wrong.
"It's just a down moment. It'll pass..." Sans mumbles, looking at Frisk; me and Chara notice but Frisk is too indulged in what's happening on TV.

"Hey, Georgia. What does your room look like now, with no research on the walls?" Chara asks, breaking the silence. I stand up to show her, she follows me up the stairs, Frisk following us. I open up my bedroom door to show the clear walls, not saying that it's all under my bed.
"Where's it all gone?" Chara asks me.
"In the bin." I reply back, Frisk chuckles at me, lifting my duvet up, soon placing it back down.
"I guess you're right, all of your research has gone." I hold in my laugh because Frisk looked in the exact direction where the research was.

Sans comes upstairs and sits on my bed, looking at us all, I sit next to him, quite closely so he can rest his head on my shoulder if possible, as usual, he does.
"You ok? What's wrong?" I whisper, Chara and Frisk both talking to each other, starting to walk downstairs.