The next morning found the two lovebirds sleeping deeply, still entwined with each other's bodies. The peaceful atmosphere was almost enough to make Mettaton back out. But he knew this was just too good an opportunity to pass up. Sneaking in silently, he avoided any trash that was in his path and got as close as he could to the bed. Pulling out a digital camera that Undyne had upgraded, he quickly snapped a few pictures of the sleeping couple and hurried out of the room when Sans' one eye opened and trained onto him, the open eye glowing a menacing blue.

The skeleton sighed and nuzzled his skull against his wife's throat. He breathed in her scent. Almost immediately his mind supplied Lavender and honey, the sweet scent of his sleeping wife. He pressed lazy kisses against the nape of her neck and pulled her waist closer. She moaned lightly and shifted against him, making him grin lopsidedly. He ran his hands up and down her arms while she shivered at his touch. His caresses went from playful to sensual quicker than she could prepare for. His hands moving to fondle a breast, which she didn't bother to resist since she was only half awake. A rougher pinch to her nipple made her eyes flutter open and a small gasp pass her lips. She turned her head to look back at Sans, but he met her halfway into a loving yet rough kiss. She purred happily and kissed him back eagerly, but before it could escalate further, they heard the loud shuffling of feet outside their door. They sighed and reluctantly moved apart before the door was flung open by an overly cheerful Papyrus.

"WAKE UP YOU LAZY BONES! WE HAVE THINGS TO DO TODAY, AND WE HAVE NO TIME FOR ONE OF YOUR TWELVE HOUR NAPS!"

Frisk chuckled lightly and got out of bed, walking to Papyrus and giving him a playful punch to the ribs. He pretended to fall over, flailing dramatically. He gasped and gave a long monologue before 'dying'. Sans just chuckled and got up and jumped on top of his younger brother making him cough and wheeze in actual discomfort.

"OKAY, NOW I'M DYING!" He yelled loudly.

"No! How can I live without you, dear brother? I can't go on," he swooned and posed over his brother's 'dead' body. He hunched over in fake despair, "Cry. Sob. My fair brother, I shall avenge you." He then stood and went over to Frisk before falling to his knees in front of her. "Hark, dear brother, alas I cannot avenge thee. For how could one surely kill such an angel as this?" Bony hand met fleshy hands in a gentle embrace and Frisk blushed lightly. Mettaton joined in the fun, dropping to his knees and clutching Papyrus tightly to his chest, "Why, oh why, have the gods forsaken me and taken thee from me." He fake cried before standing and turning to face the 'killer'. He went to playfully swat her arm but a bony hand grasped a metal one and an intense fury burned in his flickering eye, "Touch her and you won't even live to regret it."

Everyone's eyes went wide and the game swiftly ended. Frisk hit Sans upside the head and apologized profusely to Mettaton. The robot nodded, understanding that Sans was probably just very protective of his pregnant wife, but the look in his eye was enough for Mettaton to avoid touching Frisk carelessly. Papyrus also scolded his older brother for a long while. Long enough for Mettaton to drag Frisk away to go shopping. After all, they needed to find her a wedding gown in the next few days.

Papyrus already knowing what Mettaton had planned drug a reluctant Sans out of the home. They went to Grillby's to have a long lunch. They really just needed to get out of the house for a few hours.

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Mettaton dragged Frisk to Hotland much to her confusion. She looked up at the robot wondering what exactly he had planned, but his face gave nothing away. He only smiled down at her and ruffled her hair slightly. She huffed and flattened her hair as best as she could, but he only kept up his game of ruffling her hair until she finally settled for jumping on his back and throwing him slightly off balance while she forced him into a piggyback ride. He grunted and huffed at the sudden attack, but carried her even while he told her off for being careless.

She smiled and watched where they were going, taking note of the passing puzzles and different monsters bustling about. When she had finally gotten her bearings, he bent down to let her off. She hopped off and dusted her clothes gently, looking around. She noted a little stall that seemed to be selling baked goods and spotted the familiar spider woman. She was still as cute as ever. The purple woman with four arms gave a fang filled smile, her five glowing eyes shining with excitement at the former human.

She smiled widely as the spider held her arms open. Frisk happily jumped into her arms and hugged her tightly.

"Muffet, it's so good to see you! How have you been?" She cooed happily.

"Oh jusssst fine, dear. Business has been going a little slow lately." She pouted but quickly pulled back to look at her friends face, "And you, dear? How have you been?"

Frisk opened her mouth to explain, but Mettaton chirped up excitedly, "Well you see, darling, that's exactly why we're here! We have need of your excellent services."

"Oh ho ho, really? And what exactly do you need my help with dearies?" She asked giggling at the compliment.

Mettaton smirked and leaned in closer, "Why, we need you to design Frisk's wedding dress of course!"

The spider gasped but quickly agreed, pulling the young woman into her arms, "My goodness, dearie. Already tying the knot with that numbskull?"

Frisk could only nod and hug the woman back since she was still speechless that Mettaton would ask such such a request from the spider. She didn't know what to expect, but she was happy that her friend would be able to help her on her wedding day. The spider and robot spent a good while chatting before he invited the spider back to his home in Snowdin. She closed up shop and the group left for home.

That's where the real work began.

Frisk was sat down on the couch while Mettaton and Muffet were busily sketching away various designs for her wedding dress. Pages littered the floor of different designs, but none of them had worked so far. They just didn't seem to fit Frisk's personality, but then again dresses weren't exactly her thing. She didn't have a clue how to dress besides for royal attendances and day to day life, which Mettaton promised to remedy within the next couple of days.

She chuckled nervously and watched as the robot and spider drew sketch after sketch until finally one had caught her eye. It was a sketch of a floor length dress that cinched in her waist and dropped to the floor in a big poof of a skirt. She asked the spider what type of dress this was. The spider smiled and examined the paper before showing it to Mettaton who nodded his head but said they needed to add more detail to the dress. They took the sketch added bit of beading and and sparkle before drawing out the veil. Mettaton gave his approval and gave the spider woman a large sum for her time and effort. She smiled and said she would return in a day's time to try on the dress and make any alterations.

Frisk thought it would be impossible to get the dress made that quickly, but Muffet reassured her that it would be done. She had a colony of spiders that would be able to help her make the dress in time. Frisk thanked her profusely and gave her one last hug before the woman left. Mettaton smiled softly and declared that it was time to begin the beauty regimen. She gulped almost fearfully as he dragged her up the stairs.

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Meanwhile, Chara and her new parents were busy rearranging the throne room. They had moved the two thrones towards the back wall and set up a large white arch towards the back where the flowers weren't littering the floor as much. They cleared a path through the bundles of yellow flowers. The ones they did have to unfortunately remove had been added to the arch as decoration. Flowey even helped to get the grass to grow back over the spots where the plucked flowers had once been. Tories and Asgore were busy bringing in benches for the guests to sit while the ceremony took place. They ended up setting up six benches that could hold two people. Figuring that would be more than enough for all of their close friends, they finished up the decorations with their children's help. Flowey watched as Chara even made a few flower crowns for her new mom and dad. He smiled sadly since he was only only a flower, he couldn't exactly wear one of those. Sensing his disappointment she picked him up and gave him a gentle kiss to the top of his petals. He perked up and blushed a heavy pink which only made her chuckle.

"Hey, don't think you don't get to be a part of this. Get your flowery butt up here." She chuckled and brought her flower crown to his level. He was still blushing, but he smiled and used his vines to anchor himself to the flower crown. She patted his head and put the flower crown back atop her head placing him in the very front so he could be seen. His whole body radiated joy, and he was quick to show off to his mom and dad. The family had fun just basking in the warm sunshine raining down from the various holes in the cave ceiling. Now that the venue was set up, they could relax since they already gave Mettaton and Papyrus their instructions.

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Sans and Papyrus were having a good time at Grillby's. It wasn't often that he got to see his flame friend, but when he did he always made sure to take the time and let him know about business aboveground, encouraging the monster to start up another restaurant on the surface. He really missed the burgers and fries his buddy made. They always reminded him of home.

Said flame monster was watching the two skeletons intently while he gave them another order of fries and a bottle of ketchup, "So what brings you boys here? It's not often that you get the chance to drop by since you started working up on the surface."

Sans smiled and hungrily chomped the fries in front of him before squirting the ketchup directly into his mouth, making Papyrus get into a heated debate about table manners. Sans swallowed his mouthful and turned back to Grillby, "Well, you remember the human, Frisk. We actually are getting married in a few days."

Grillby paused in cleaning the counter in front of them and turned to face the skeleton monster, "Really? Well that's some news! Good for you!" He congratulated his old friend. "Boy I still remember the day you came in here trying to drink away any thought of her!"

That definitely caught Papyrus' attention and he began drilling Grillby and Sans for information. The younger brother hated to be left out of the loop. It took only a few minutes of his loud whining before the elder brother caved in. Sans sighed and cast the flame monster a half hearted glare before turning to his brother.

"It was around a year ago, bro. It was back when I had a crush on her, but I was too much of a chickenshit to actually confront her with my feelings. You remember that day you had the spaghetti contest with her?"

Papyrus nodded and Sans continued, "It was that night that I came here and drank a few beers, ya know.. to forget.. but it didn't really help and that night was the night where we finally admitted that we had feelings for one another.." he trailed off as he remembered the night fondly. A little too fondly, if it was evident by the blush adorning his cheeks. It certainly was a night to remember, that much was for sure. He smiled wistfully and helped himself to another fistful of fries and a heaping of ketchup straight from the bottle. As far as he was concerned, this was the best way to eat it.

Paps seemed to disagree because the rest of the meal was spent in a lecture about etiquette and social graces. It definitely went in one ear and out the other. Not long after they had finished eating and chatting with the flame monster, paps got a phone call from Mettaton and they decided to head home for the rest of the day. They spent the rest of it talking about the wedding and the different ideas that they thought the venue would look like and they even wondered what the party would be like.

Frisk and Sans smiled, but deep inside they were a bit nervous since their wedding was to be broadcasted to all the news stations, even the ones aboveground since a royal wedding would no doubt attract so much attention. But one thing definitely stuck out in Frisk's mind. She had never learned how to slow dance..

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The next morning Sans had woken up alone, and he panicked not seeing his wife anywhere. He rushed out of the room hoping nothing bad had happened, but when he looked over the railing towards the living room below, he found himself sighing in relief at the sight of Frisk and Mettaton practicing slow dancing. He should have known she would be concerned with how to dance at their reception. He crept slowly down the stairs, being as silent as possible.

The gentle music filled the room and it played softly, helping him move relatively silent. He sat on the step and watched as Mettaton helped her dance, taking the lead and having her follow. Her back was towards Sans at the moment and he motioned at Mettaton to get his attention. He perked up and watched as Sans spun his finger, telling him to twirl frisk and held a playful smile. He stood up quietly and waited for Mettaton to take the hint. The robot smiled softly and told frisk to close her eyes. When she did he spun her outward and for a brief moment she felt his hand leave hers, but it was soon replaced with one a little more slim and skeletal. Her eyes flew open as she realized just who was her new dance partner.

She smiled warmly at him and the two of them moved together gracefully. She picked up the moves fairly quick, and thankfully for her he was taking the lead, so all she needed to do was follow.

The sweet moment was soon squashed when her foot caught his and she stumbled forward knocking them both to the ground. Her face flushed in embarrassment and she scrambled to get off from atop him. He laughed lightly and held her waist to keep her from moving, "Guess you're really falling for me, kid."

She laughed happily and bent down to kiss his teeth, "Always, bonehead."

Fortunately for the robot, he had managed to record the entire dance as well as the slip up. He knew they would love to look back on moments like this, and he took great pride in filming their tender moments. Papyrus came up behind him and rested his head on his lover's shoulder, watching the two sprawled out on the floor.

But all good things must come to an end, and when Mettaton's phone rang, interrupting the calm atmosphere, he walked outside to answer it, completely ruining the mood. Papyrus helped the couple off the floor and went to reheat some spaghetti. When the robot came back, he ushered Papyrus and Sans out the door much to their dismay. They both argued on the way out but they were silenced quickly by Mettaton's sudden aggression. Papyrus figured out what was going on and he drug Sans away to Grillby's.

After the boys left, the only monster left turned and ushered Frisk back inside. A few minutes later Undyne barged in along with her lover, Chara, and Toriel. Another few minutes passed before there was a loud knock, and the spider monster came inside carrying a black protective bag. She smiled at the little group and set off up the stairs to Frisk's room, dragging said girl up with her. When they got upstairs she carefully took out the lovely white gown and Frisk's jaw dropped from the sight of it.

It looked so beautiful, the gown sparkled brilliantly in the light since it had some pea sized crystals sewn into the fabric. It was a beautiful ballgown dress with a sweetheart neckline and cute little flowered straps that held up the dress. The bottom of the skirt had frilly ruffles almost like layers that ran all the way down to the floor. A small bow cinched at her back around her waist was the final touch that made the whole outfit look seamless. Frisk smiled and hugged the spider in appreciation. Said spider giggled and helped her to change into her wedding dress.

If she thought the dress looked great just in her arms, it looked and thousand times better on her. The dress fit her upper half nicely, the sweetheart neckline showing off a little bit of her cleavage, but not enough to make her feel trashy. The bodice hugged her flat belly and the skirt poofed out nicely. She felt like the princess she was. It only got better when the spider began to braid her hair into an intricate up-do that wrapped around the back of her skull. For the final touch, she placed the veil securely in her hair before ushering her out the door and down the stairs.

When the little group saw Frisk, they squealed and practically showered her with affection and praise. Toriel smiled at the spider and complimented her hard work and skill. Muffet smiled, "It's a pleasure, but do be careful. It's spider silk, so while it is strong, it's not invincible."

Muffet walked Frisk back upstairs and helped her change out of the dress. When she asked if there were any complaints, the young girl shook her head quickly. They both went downstairs and enjoyed the time catching up with the rest of their family and friends. They stayed and partied until they had all fallen asleep, well except for Frisk. She was so nervous about the marriage tomorrow, so she snuck out and left to go to the one place that calmed her nerves: Waterfall.

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Sans' day was spent running errands with his brother. They had went out and bought a new suit for the big day tomorrow. The suit was black in color, but he spruced it up with an echo flower in the breast pocket. It was a bit of a hassle to get the suit right since most of the monsters were taller than him and the pants had to be tailored to fit his shorter legs. But he had a lot of fun shopping with papyrus since the two of them never really got to hang out very much anymore.

"ARE YOU READY FOR TOMORROW BROTHER?"

"Yeah, paps. I mean we're technically already married right? This is just so that we make it public.." he reassured himself, although he was a bit nervous.

"DO NOT WORRY, SANS. TOMORROW IS JUST A FORMALITY, BUT YOU SHOULD ENJOY IT. AFTER TOMORROW YOU WILL BE LEGALLY BOUND TO ONE ANOTHER." Paps cried enthusiastically.

Sans could only nod, he was happy to marry her, but he was just so nervous about the whole thing being broadcasted. It was one thing when they were alone, but another to know that all the monsters and humans would be watching their ceremony.

He shook his head and cleared his thoughts before looking down at the box held in his bony hand. He really hoped she like the ring he had picked out. He put a lot of thought into it when he had it made. A smile lit up his face when he knew she would be happy getting to marry him. He had been so lucky lately, he never wanted it to end.

By the time the two returned from their shopping excursion they found the group of women fast asleep on the couch and floor. Mettaton was the only one still awake and he told Sans that Frisk had left a little while ago saying something about needing to relax. Sans knew immediately where to go and he thanked them before turning to find his bride.

By the time he teleported to waterfall's entrance, he heard gentle music playing from the cave. He smiled and went into the cave only stopping to watch Frisk as she held her hands up, one outstretched as if she was waiting for a hand, and the other held out on an invisible shoulder. She moved in slow sure circles, stepping in time. He was sure the scene before him was the most stunning he had ever seen. The cave was lit by softly glowing echo flowers, and the cave walls glistened with the dew from the rushing falls. The crystals shone in a magnificent rainbow that surrounded the two of them.

He noticed her eyes were closed so he slipped in, entwining his fingers with hers and putting a hand around her waist. She faltered in her stride and gazed up in confusion before she noticed it was him. He gave her a heartwarming smile and leaned in, brushing his lips lightly against her cheek. The pink blush that spread across her face made his heart beat just against bit quicker. They started the dance up again, this time moving fluidly with one another. They kept their gaze locked onto one another until he dipped her as low as he could before stealing a gentle kiss from her lips. The tender moment lasted for a few seconds before he straightened and pulled her upright. When the song finally ended, he bent forward and kissed her knuckles. She giggled softly and took his hand, leaving the cave behind as they walked off back to the house.

After tomorrow, their relationship would be official to the entire world. And they couldn't wait.