Together Fallen (Complete)

Chapter 29 : Hope

You and Sans walk gently through waterfall, hand in hand. Earlier that day, Sans suggested you celibate your first peaceful week with a picnic. Your family, giving knowing glances, opted out, leaving just Sans and you. You loved the idea. Snowdin is nice and all, but being a human and having skin, you avoided having it there. Too cold. Plus obviously, hotland would be too hot. So now you tread through waterfall, on your way to the perfect picnic spot. You and Sans arrive at the umbrella stand, and you grab two. You slide one into your inventory, and You open the other. Sans then places his hand on the umbrella, directly on top of yours. You blush deeply, and see a deep blue dust his cheeks. You quickly look ahead and walk, but make no move to shift your hand. Soon you arrive in the hall with the elegant statue. You stand for a second, marveling at the beautifully carved horns, coming out of a smooth stone helmet. You then throw your hands up, and bring them back down, revealing the inventory menue. You reach out and grab the floating umbrella. You walk away from Sans and open it. You then gently snuggle it between a horn and the wall, blocking the water that had constantly dropped into a hole at the top of the statue. A music box hidden inside begins to play a wonderful and hopeful tune. Sans pulls a blanket out of his pack. And you a basket from your inventory. He spreads the blanket in front of the statue, and you begin to lay out food. Two bottles of ketchup, (one for Sans to drink and one to actually use,) two sandwiches, one turkey and one veggie, (you remain a faithful health nut, even with Sans around,) and a bottle of limonade. (Mostly for you, since Sans has his ketchup). As you and Sans peacefully munch on food, you ask a question you have been dying to know the answer to. "How do you even eat?" You say with a giggle. Sans looks at you, and chuckles. "Magic silly! Food goes in, magic evaporates it, and you don't need to know the science of using the toilet. It's mostly a pleasantry reserved for a king with a porcelain throne!" You two buckle over, laughing at Sans' terrible pun. Now that you aren't stuck in a life threatening crisis, he makes them all the time. Finally, the two of you are happy. The two of you sit up, and you gather your DETERMINATION. You lean over, and peck Sans with a kiss. Your lips hit his teeth, and although it feels odd, it also feels so right. Sans' eye sockets open wide, however impossible it seems. Then he leans in, giving you the strange toothy kiss back. It blooms hope in your chest.

HAVING SANS FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE FILLS YOU WITH DETERMINATION.