Sans x Toriel (Teen Pregnancy)

-_ Part 85 ~ It's Happening Again... _-

3rd Person POV:

Sans noticed Toriel walking out of the door when he stepped down the stairs. "Tori?" He followed her out. She turned around and seemed calm on the outside. "I'm just meeting someone. You can take care of the kids for a few hours, yes?" She opened the car door. "Yeah, of course, but..." Sans didn't want to be nosy. She sighed, walking back inside the house. Toriel then started to write a note to her children. "I suppose you can come with me." She only said, and let Sans step into the driver's seat.

Once they were on the road, Toriel felt the need to talk. "Listen... It's about Asgore. I'm meeting him, to talk. I just hope he'll accept you too." She spoke with soft edges to her words. Sans parked the car and they both got out. Asgore saw them, and looked annoyed. "What's this? I thought it was just us two." He gestured hurtfully to Sans. "I just hoped we could just sort this." She smiled, but smiles do not always cool hot tempers. "No, I'm not talking with him!" Asgore poked Sans' shoulder. Sans pushed him back, and soon realised what he'd just unleashed. "Oh, so you wanna be like that?" He snarled. Sans pushed him back, but the attempt was counteracted by hairy arms pushing his entire body backwards. Sans grabbed onto Asgore's shirt just as he was let go, and spun him around. There was a clash between Asgore and Toriel. He came straight back up and tried to pull a quick punch. Sans luckily doged, and also dodged the projectiles aiming for him.

The grass was stained with fire, and it was spreading into a arena. Asgore grabbed Sans and held him up, ready to slam hin down. Asgore was good at fighting, after all. Sans kicked him in the shin; just in time. He fell to the floor, and got back up with a new power. There was more flames, and more death punches. Sans knew his luck was going to run dry soon, and was tackled by his enemy soon. Asgore fell next to the grounded Toriel, and stopped her getting up. There were screams, and fire blurring out in Sans' eyes.

Sans punched his eye, and he got himself unstuck from his shackles. Asgore stood up straight, but was too worn out from fighting. "You were always a little shit, weren't you?" He was bent over, and anger swirled through his brain. Sans broke into a cold sweat. He couldn't help but run, and he knocked Asgore straight into the fire.

His whole back was singed, and he cried out in pain. Sans jumped out in shock and let him run away. He did, and left a trail of cowardness behind him. Sans felt the peace go back to its home. There was blood, lots of it. And fire, lost and lots of fire. Sans twisted to see Toriel. She breathed heavily, and only had her hands to hold herself up.

There were screams, and Sans knew it was all over again.

Looks like the third one was coming early.