Sanscest Oneshots

Snowy Days and Tiny Things

A part two or sorts to "to be better"

Kustard

(Underfell sans x Undertale sans)

Word prompt: wholesome

It had snowed overnight.

A thick blanket had settled on the ground and on rooftops and left the world quiet for the morning. The snow that had fallen wasn't the type that could be formed into tightly packed snowballs and then comically thrown into the face of a loved one. Instead it was the light, fluffy type of snow that laid on the ground like a dusting of powder and made a delightful crunch underfoot.

It was the idyllic type of snow that was in all of the shitty Christmas movies that Red kept seeing on replay during this time of year. And the type in the cheap snow globes that Classic had taken a liking to and began collecting. Lining them all up in a row over the fireplace.

It was also their son's first time seeing snow.

The fact seemed ironic since Red and Classic had both lived their lives primarily in Snowdin in their respective AUs, a place known for its constant snowy weather. They'd both grown up overlooking the magical part of snow's nature since it was so common; not even minding things like the way it absorbed sound to only leave peaceful silence or how it twinkled as it fell. Many would consider them lucky to have gotten to live in such a winter wonderland, but they had still been all the more eager to live on the surface.

The decision to raise their child in Classic's universe had been easy. It would have been silly to pick any other option, really.

Classic's AU was a true pacifist timeline, where Frisk had long since freed the monsters to live on the surface. It was fairly peaceful, and humans and monsters lived in relative harmony as they once had before the war waged ages ago. A safe and soft place to bring up the child they had quite randomly come in possession of only a year ago.

While Red occasionally missed the rough and tumble nature of Underfell, he new better than raise their son to live in such a violent place.

They'd named him Aster, and Classic said it meant "star" in some old human language. Greek, Red believed it was. Fitting, seeing as he'd been born under a full night sky on the surface.

Aster knew the stars well, having been born on the surface and never needing to settle for the artificial shimmering rocks of Waterfall. But now Red was eager to introduce him to the snow he was so familiar with.

At least that's what he hoped to do as he tried to wrestle the wriggling baby bones into a coat.

Getting his shoes on had been enough of a feat, but putting a coat on him and buttoning it up seemed near impossible. He flailed this way and that as he struggled to understand why his parents were attempting to force him into this big, fluffy... thing. He had sat still enough while they put his feet into those weird contraptions, why did they have to torture him further?

"Just hold still for a moment kid, a coat ain't gonna hurt you," Red tried to reason.

Classic, dutifully carrying out the task of holding Aster still, muttered his own agreements.

Aster ignored this logic while he  attempted to scoot to a clean getaway. Squirming out of his father's arms, he attempted to take off with all the speed his little legs could muster.  But of course due to the fact that he had only recently started using them, this plan backfired as Red easily scooped him off of his unsteady feet.

"Abba ah!" He shouted, and Red, with his exellcent baby reading skills, could tell that the babble loosely translated into "eat shit".

The tiny toddler continued to squirm and perform invasive maneuvers until he eventually left his parents exhausted, forced to surrender, and back at square one.