Sans x Frisk Short Stories

Gender Stereotypes

"My child! Let's go!" Toriel called to Frisk as the rest of them waited by the living room.

"Coming!" the tomboyish girl came running with her baggy jeans, blue and purple striped hoodie, and sneakers. Her long brown hair in a ponytail.

"Darling! What are you wearing?" Mettaton commented.

"What? I like it. It's comfy." she said with a smirk.

Sans grinned, "You got that right, kiddo!" he said as they gave each other high fives. Sans was wearing his normal blue hoodie, with jeans, and after years of convincing sneakers.

Mettaton gasped at them then huffed crossing his arms.

"METTATON, YOU SHOULD JUST LEAVE THEM TO WHAT THEY WANT. YOU KNOW YOU CAN'T FORCE THEM TO WEAR ANYTHING ELSE AT THE MOMENT." Papyrus said.

"Listen to Papy, punk. My bestie is too determined about her clothing tastes." Undyne commented, Alphys simply nodded.

"We should get going." Asgore said.

All of them went to the mall and they split into two groups. The ones who are boys or feels like it consisting, Asgore, Papyrus, Sans, and Undyne. The other who are girls or who feels like girls consists of Toriel, Mettaton, Frisk, and Alphys.

"You know, Frisk dear. I was rather surprised you went with us instead of the guys. I was 99.999% sure you would wear guy clothing." Mettaton said.

Frisk giggled, "Ton-ton... As much as I enjoy guy's clothing, I feel like I should look like a girl for at least one night. Right?"

"Are you going to dress as a girl to impress Sans?" Toriel said with a slight smirk. At first she didn't like the idea of Frisk with a nother guy, but seeing as it was Sans she had a crush on was fine by her.

Frisk blushed and looked down, "No..." she said twisting her leg around.

All three raised their eyebrows.

Frisk sighed, "Okay, I am..."

Alphys squealed, "M-My OTP w-will finally be c-cannon!"

"We must find you a beautiful dress! One that will make you look absolutely beautiful that Sans can't keep his hands off of you." Mettaton said dashing through the rows of dresses.

"I trust Sans and all, but I prefer it if nobody would touch my child in any of that matter." Toriel commented while Mettaton rolled his eyes.

After a while of putting on dresses the three had already chosen while Frisk still hasn't.

She examined the racks of clothes while the others scurried to other rows.

Then Grillby suddenly pooped into her view. He silently gestured for her to come. She looked back to see the other three too busy to notice and went to Grillby.

"Hey, Grillby. What's up?" she asked.

"I have something for you that I hope you'd like." he said handing her a paper bag which somehow didn't burn up.

She pulled out a dazzling blue dress with purple flowers on it as designs. It was strapless and reached just above her knee.

"It's beautiful." Frisk said as she stared in awe.

"Fuku helped make it with me. Seems like she has always shipped Sarisk from the sidelines."

"Sarisk?" Frisk asked with a slight giggle.

"Your ship name with Sans."

"Alright, thanks again. I have to go!" Frisk waved as she left.