Toriel, Asriel, and Asgore were sitting at the same table with Asriel between the pair. Toriel and Asgore get along to an extent, but it has been a stressful relationship, especially with the loss of their child. With him back, however, it really complicated things; it was just awkward between them. Frisk looks through the entrance to see her family waiting for her. She took a deep breath and went to the table. Sans was right behind her, gently holding one hand as if she was leading him. In truth, he was doing it as a sign of his support to her and letting her take the lead; trusting that she knew how to approach this. Even if he was good friends with Toriel and there had never been any issues between him and Asgore, he was very keenly aware Asriel still hated his guts... or lack thereof, even if he had helped the other. At least it wasn't active hate, but Asriel seemed to not really have any like for him. He could live with that.

Taking one last gulp of air as she squeezed Sans' hand like 'this is it' she began to speak "King Asgore Queen Toriel and Prince Asriel I would like to formally introduce to you my mate Sans." She elegantly took her other hand to bring him forward. So far so good. So she had decided to go the formal route with them, even though they were her family and it was necessary. Sans stepped to her side, his eye lights shifting across the trio. Of the three of them, only Asgore seemed to be just genuinely surprised and nothing more. Toriel glared at the couple down as they began to sit down.

"You guys have been together for less than two weeks and you decided to mate, without permission from her father at least?" Asgore frowned, not at the couple but at Toriel.

"Why would you think she would need my permission? She is a grown adult and can make her own decisions. Besides, she is human, she is not bound to follow the old customs to the letter, and we did away with many of those long before we came to the surface."

"She is still our child Asgore and for that makes her royalty, and even if she is not our blood, there should be some rules still followed."

"You know as well as I do that our form of ruling had changed since coming to the surface and you agreed with me, when she began dating that other human, that she was grown enough to make up her own mind and that - because she was grown and no longer a mere child - that her decisions are her own and we should respect the wishes of our ambassador."

"Well, well at least they should get married in the eyes of the human laws." Toriel was getting desperate.

"That is up to them and not us. You know how different human customs are from our own, especially in this particular area. If anything -" He turned to look at them again.

"You both have my blessing. I have never had a quarrel with you or your father, Sans and I have watched both of you grow into the adults you are today. I have full faith in the one I chose to be our Judge years ago. If anything, I could not ask for a better monster to be paired with my daughter." Tears ran down Frisk's face ruining the makeup she'd worked so hard to do. All formalities left her as she got up to hug her dad.

"Thank you, daddy... thank you... I love you."

"I love you too. As long as you're happy, that is all that matters to me, both as king and as a father." Sans inclined his head a little towards Asgore, deeply touched by the acceptance and the words he'd given. A slight flush across his cheekbones. Asriel decided to pipe in.

"Look I may not be the best when it comes to the whole brother thing, but I will say this. Sans has been nothing but kind to Frisk, so as long as he keeps that up, I will never have a problem with him. The moment he hurts you, Frisk, I will have to dust him though." He added with a smile.

"that's fair."

"Is it that simple for all you to accept this?" Toriel asked with a sad smile.

"Why should it be complicated? Who are we to judge who makes our child happy? It was going to happen sooner or later and, sooner or later, I'm sure Asriel will pick his own mate. It is life, Tori, you know this. Even if it is hard to see our children grown. I can only be proud of them, and of the lives, they choose to lead."

"You are right." She put her paw out to reach for Asgore's paw in thanks for showing her the truth. He took it gently, squeezing a moment before releasing it.

"You guys have my blessings. Now go get me grandbabies." Sans' flush deepened at that, and he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

"MOM... you just don't..." She blushed deeply. Asgore laughed at the pair.

"Your mother was never one to beat around the bush too much about what she wanted."

"Well if I am losing my child I want at least two grandkids to replace her." Asriel facepalms.

"we'll discuss the matter. right now we want to settle into our own place and stuff before we think about kids." Toriel was about to yell at the pair about being ill-prepared but saw the looks from everyone and decided not to say anything but her face seemed to say it all.

"Honestly mom, you're making a mountain out of a molehill. Aren't these things supposed to be celebrated?" Asriel said, indicating the couple.

"Wait until you get mated if you think this is all for them. No, I will be just the same way. My babies are the most precious thing to me." The boss monster sighed, he had no plans in that department any time soon. He was still adjusting to the surface after all. He was starting to wonder how Frisk had lived this long putting up with his parents... even if they meant well. Frisk could feel her eye twitch.

"Well, as much as Sans and I would love to stay and discuss this matter further we promised to stop by Paps. Right, Sans."

"yup, he and Mettaton are waiting for us; we just thought to tell you first before we told my brother and the celebrity."

"Asriel I would love if you give me a call and we can hang out. Daddy don't be a stranger and mom everything will be fine I promise. I love you all." Frisk wanted out of there.

"Sure, we can do that I guess."

"I'll try not to be when I'm not busy. Love you too." Asgore replied with a smile. Sans could sense she wanted to leave, he didn't blame her, but he wasn't going to be rude any more than she was.

"it was nice talking to you. we'll catch up later." If he knew Tori... she'd eventually send him a bunch of texts just to get it out of her system... Then likely apologize for it. Frisk was heading towards the door and sighed and went back to her mom and hugged her.

"I know this is hard for you but I love you. I want you to know that, and you will never stop being my mom." Toriel returned the hug.

"Be safe, my child." Frisk joined up with Sans with a smile.

"Three down... two to go." He nodded and offered his arm to her; since they were meeting the other two at a cafe, he was going to shortcut nearby.

"How bad is my makeup, Sans. Should I retouch it or?" He took out a napkin and lightly wiped at her face, erasing the smeared make up then tossed it into a nearby trash can.

"you're good now dear." She smiled and took his arm. Closing her eyes and counting to five. When she reached five, they were there. Sans had waited until her eyes were open before slowly leading her towards the outdoor cafe. Mettaton and Papyrus seemed to be happily enjoying drinks already. Frisk approached the table with a huge smile she wanted just to tell them straight out, but she told her parents now it was his turn to tell his brother. As the two got with a few feet of the table, Sans seemed to ripple with surprise before he shook it away; it was obvious to him even before the two got close enough to see the apparent marks.

"SANS! HUMAN! NICE TO SEE YOU BOTH. YOU HAVE NEWS FOR US TO KEEP QUIET ABOUT."

"Pappy, darling, remember to try and use your inside voice." Mettaton says before looking over at the two, particularly at Sans with a smile that seemed almost... like a challenge. Frisk couldn't wait to hear him speak about their new relationship status. She was like a spectator to her own event. She sat down next to Mettaton grabbing his hand as if to say 'wait until you hear the news.' Her smile is as huge as it gets.

"guess we're not the only ones with the news." Papyrus seemed to flush slightly, the mark across his neck was a brilliant yellow lightning bolt, while Mettaton had an orange rose. Frisk didn't realize until Sans mentioned it.

"Oh My God congrats you two." She hugged Mettaton.

"Thank you, darling." Frisk totally forgot her status as she just began asking questions.

"When did it happen? What is it like now? Are you guys enjoying this new step?" Then all of a sudden, it was like a ton of bricks as she realized she forgot to mention them.

"Sans and I have some important news as well.... Sans..." She tried to coax him to tell about their relationship. Papyrus beamed a little, he had already been able to tell, just as Sans had been able to tell with him.

"yeah, Frisk and I are mates now."

"Oh, my! Congratulations darling!" Frisk beamed and stood up next to Sans kissed his cheek. He flushed a little.

"This Is Wonderful News You Two!" Frisk was impressed by how well Papyrus was controlling his tone of voice. Of course, Papyrus just had to go over to her and hug her. She hugged him back.

"Thanks, Paps."

"We should thank Mettaton for insisting on the dance suggestion as well because it is what started all of this too," Frisk added. Mettaton smiled a bit even as Sans nodded in agreement. It had started with a pure dance.... a perfect dance.

"Don't worry about thanking me. I'm happy to see you happy Frisk."

"Yes! And Now You Really Are My Sister! It's The Best Thing That Could Have Happened To Sans and Me!" Sans simply smiled at his brother's enthusiasm. Tears filled Frisk eyes again.

"That is the sweetest thing I ever heard Paps. I am honored to be your sister." She went and hugged him back. He hugged her tight but was careful not to make it too tight. He'd learned over the years how to control his strength with humans so that he didn't accidentally hurt them since they were more fragile than monsters.

"so. you two are a thing now huh?" Sans asked, leaning back in his chair as he shifted his gaze from his brother to Mettaton.

"Sans be nice.. you don't want to be another Tori."

"I think for him this is nice darling. With his reputation... This is likely the best reaction." Sans shook his head a little.

"long as Paps is happy... i don't have an issue with it and... it was his decision anyway if i read this right."

"More or less." Mettaton agrees. Frisk went back to Sans' side to take his hand and gently squeeze it. He returned the gesture with a smile. Despite the shock of it, in the beginning, he seemed entirely at ease.

"I am glad you two are happy. I will say this though... Mettaton if you hurt Paps feelings I will be on you like hot on rye." Mettaton sighed a little.

"You as well huh? I seem to be collecting these as of late." Sans leaned in his chair with a smile.

"i think he knows better by now starlight."

"Oh! Frisk! Did You Get The Apartment You Were After The Other Day?"

"Well actually." Frisk started to blush. "I was hoping we can find a little bigger place so if... we decided to start a family." She looked away from Sans, blushing hard. Sans was flushed as well.

"A wonderful thing darling, I think I know a place that might suit your needs."

"Really!?! I mean if you might have an idea..."

"Yes, I do actually. It needs a little bit of work... but it's actually only a block away from the studio Papyrus mentioned you got."

"Now you are making me guilty threatening you..." Mettaton smiled a little.

"Well, he is your brother now. I can't say I blame you too much." Frisk called over a waiter and had him bring some champagne to celebrate and of course ketchup for Sans. He enjoyed it, even going so far as to put it into a glass.

"how about a toast to the new relationships?"

"And To New Family!" Papyrus added, moving to clink his glass with the others. Mettaton only nodded with a smile.

"To a future to look forward too."

"I'll second that," Mettaton replied as the toast ended and they drank their own drinks.

"Mettaton will you give Sans and me the address so we can check it out?"

"Why Don't We Just Go There? Mettaton Was Telling Me About It Earlier."

"Indeed. Good thing I bought them both."

"Want to go check it out, Sans?"

"yeah. it sounds promising." Frisk paid the bill and got ready to go, it was the least she could do for the possibility of getting a new home. Sans thought it a bit odd that Mettaton didn't protest, but the robot had said nothing of it and the group headed then to the red convertible that belonged to Papyrus. Frisk got out of the car minutes later and was feeling sicker than she ever had before. Papyrus, always thinking he is great at everything, and inspired by his boyfriend... they'd sped around all the corners and eventually came to a sudden halt. Sans gently rubbed her back, aware that likely that was worse for her than any teleportation had been.

"Than... ks Sa..." She tried to say

"Are you alright darling?"

"eh. she gets motion sickness easy."

"OH! I'M SORRY ABOUT THAT! I HAD NO IDEA!" She waved it off like it was no big deal, but the drink was not settling well in her stomach. She eyed Sans to see if there was any way to go to the restroom. He nodded to the building in front of them. It was a small, two-story house with a backyard. Mettaton fished out a key and unlocked it. There was peeling paint in spots, and it was dusty, not to mention completely empty but other than that it wasn't that bad; it even had carpeted floors, except the bathroom, off to her left, and the kitchen which had tiles. Turned out there were two bathrooms, one upstairs and one down.

"If you don't mind..." Frisk escaped to go to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet. The three monsters winced. She eventually came out wiping her mouth. "Sorry... still sick from earlier." She didn't want Papyrus to feel guilty.

"It's fine darling." Mettaton replies and begins to show them around the house, there were three bedrooms, two of which were upstairs, the kitchen and living room where downstairs with the final one and the yard was fenced in with wooden planks; some of which looked in need of some fresh paint and the yard was overgrown with grass and other plants. Frisk took Sans' arm.

"This is perfect... it needs a little love, but it is perfect." Sans nodded in agreement. It seemed like the most perfect place they were likely to find.

"Glad you like it. Here." He handed over the keys to them both.

"How much is this place Mettaton?" She took the keys.

"Consider it your wedding gift from the two of us." Mettaton replied with a smile and Papyrus nods in agreement.

"Oh no no... this is too much." Frisk tried to put the keys back in his hands.

"Darling, nothing is too much for you. After all, you've done for us. Besides, we'll be next door." Mettaton motioned to the other home, which was in similar shape but instead of the sky blue, it was more of a dark red.

"You will be our neighbor? This is so great!" She envisioned a day where her kids would be able to run across to hang out with their Uncles... and maybe their cousins.

"Isn't It? I Loved The Idea Myself!" Frisk tugged at Sans' arm. He looked over at her, he'd been lost in thought himself on the future. Frisk whispers.

"This will be so awesome if we have kids the kids can hang out with Paps and Mettaton. It is so nice to have the family so close by."

"yeah. i agree. can't say i was expecting this but... heh... i shoulda known my bro would manage a way to be close." Frisk immediately started to pick up the new house.

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