Chapter 1: Sans pov

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There hasn't been a reset in awhile. I'm thankful to frisk for that. When she started a genocide I never quite understood why. But despite not understanding why I still fell for her. Now we live on the surface and have been for 8 years. I know, a long time right? When frisk had first fallen she was ten, and she's eighteen now. She's in the process of attending a college called Fallen University. I heard It was named In dedication to all of the fallen children of Mount. Ebbot. To be what? The official ambassador of course. As a child they could let it fly that she was a kid because, well, frankly she was the only human who trusted us. She's done an excellent job at proving that us monsters only want peace and harmony. But, now that she's an official adult the government ordered her to go to college, saying that she would be given a scholarship to a college of her choice, so long as it was acceptable education wise. At the moment I'm walking down the street I live on here on the surface. I convinced pap to let us move in close to grillbys because humans find my "shortcuts" abnormal. Truth be told it's annoying to not be able to use them but maybe one day I can be truly lazy again. So I'm walking to grillbys to go meet up with frisk. I invited her to hang out because she's been working her self down to the bone. Heh. I gotta tell her that one. I reach the door and open it to be blasted with the familiar smell of grease and dogs, one of which I have grown accustomed to. I look over at the bar to see a beautiful young teen sitting in one of the stools waiting for someone. Her short chocolate brown hair sways slightly as she shakes her head "no" to grillbz asking her if she wants to order yet. I walk up to her and sit down in the stool next to her.

"Heya kid," I say, waiting for her response.

"Sans why do you still call me kid? I'm  an adult now," she looks back at me with a face that is supposed to look angry but doesn't in the slightest.

"Eh. Just suits ya, unlike that fake angry face your wearing," I say winking at her and poking her puffed out cheek.
"Pew pew!" She yells suddenly, closing one eye and pointing a finger-pistol at me. In dramatic reaction I fall off the stool, holding where she "shot" me in the chest.

"Bleh!" I yell, and stick my tongue out and she laughs, making butterflies go off in my stomach.

She gets up and takes my hands, pulling me back up.

"Your surprisingly light," she says, picking me up and plopping me down back on the stool.

"Don't remind me," I chuckled, rubbing the back of my neck sheepishly.

Suddenly her face darkened and she looked down at her chocolate milk. "So, how are things going with toriel?"
My eye sockets widened as I remembered how I made sure the fib about me crushing on toriel seem obvious.

Hi my fellow shippers! I know this chapter is short, however this is the first chapter and I wanted to get it out. Thanks for reading!

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