Sans' piercing gold eye glared venomously at the man across the room, silently putting forth every ounce of hate and malice behind his bone chilling expression. His low growl filled the otherwise tense silence in the room as the reality of what had just been said finally sunk in.

The King's otherwise optimistic yet regal expression had morphed into a fierce scowl, eyes blazing with uninhibited anger. Beside him, Toriel had lost her professional air entirely, opting to let her crimson gaze bore into the nervously sweating man in front of them, lips drawn back in an ugly snarl to bare glinting canines that promised pain.

Papyrus and Undyne were both shocked by the outrageous demands imposed by the mayor, but were doing their best to act professional, lest the human guards grow anymore anxious and trigger happy. The only outward signs of their displeasure was Undyne's malicious golden gaze and Papyrus' trembling and angry glower.

"The answer is no."

David looked back at Asgore after inspecting the faces of their monster 'companions', "What do you mean no? She has a job to do. Surely she has recovered by now. It won't do for her to shirk out of her responsibilities to the council-"

Sans icy tone cut him off before he could restart his spiel, barely restrained fury guiding his rash actions, "Fuck no."

"E-Excuse me?" He repeated absolutely floored by the skeleton's lack of respect and obvious displeasure. Papyrus discreetly moved towards his brother, hoping to try and diffuse some of his anger while Asgore and Toriel managed to recover from his sudden outburst.

"You fuckin' heard me," Sans seethed.

"Brother.." Papyrus tried to ward off his anger, but when molten gold met white, Papyrus snapped his mouth shut.

David stopped fidgeting in nervousness, red flushing his bald head all the way down to his neck above the obviously designer striped shirt. His brown eyes hardened immeasurably, "And who are you to speak on such matters, boy?"

The elder skeleton bared his fangs in a silent threat, "The prince of monsters, next in line for the throne. Watch your tone, kid, for I am far older than you will ever be, especially if you keep runnin' that fucking mouth of yours."

At his blatant threat, the two human guards bristled and shifted positions closer to the mayor, hands held dangerously close to their pistol's triggers. The furious man rose, slapping open palms onto the long oval table, a resounding slam echoing throughout the meeting room as he glared daggers at the unflinching skeleton before him.

Papyrus upon hearing his brother's threat allowed his magic to extend the bone in his grasp, allowing it to take the size of a femur instead of a tibia. He would not allow anyone to hurt his brother, but he still attempted to quell his anger, urging him to calm down before the humans reacted violently.

Toriel wholeheartedly supported her longtime friend and now son-in-law, but knew that they could not afford for his temper to get out of hand. As much as she wished that they could eliminate the threat to her daughter and grandchild, they needed to be mature and to act accordingly. These meetings weren't just grievances and friendly banter, their very lives and futures rested upon these negotiations and could not be disrupted in such a way.

Regretfully, she addressed the furious skeleton, "Sans, if you continue to act in this manner, you will be forced to leave."

Said monster stiffened and locked gazes with the goat mother, too upset to truly understand why he was being reprimanded, but no longer caring enough to hold back his temper, "Fine by me. Best leave before the lobster boils."

Undyne hid a snicker behind a cough, but sent him a knowing glance before turning back to face the mayor who did quite indeed resemble a crustacean with how angry he had become. Papyrus gave the elder skeleton a nod and whispered to him to wait outside for the meeting to adjourn. Sans did just that, blinking out of the room faster than the humans could comprehend, appearing outside the courthouse where he leaned against the rough brick and attempted to calm down.

With Sans gone, Toriel turned to address the mayor once more, having now repressed her urge to lay into the shady human, "On behalf of the monsters we would like to apologize for our prince's behavior. He acted out of turn and will be dealt with accordingly."

David huffed angrily, and ground his jaw in annoyance before falling back into the plush leather chair once more, "See that he does. If this is the way monsters will behave then I may have to consider the terms of our agreement. I will not have the safety of my citizens compromised in any way, shape, or form. Is that clear?"

Asgore silently seethed. This man had the audacity to accuse their entire race for one temperamental outburst? The goat father couldn't outright fault the boy for being so upset and defensive, for anyone with a pregnant mate would react the same way, especially since she was close to delivering and had been previously attacked. It was instinct, pure and simple. As he silently assessed the slimeball of a human, he knew for a fact that he used a false pretense of 'safety for the citizens' in place of his anger at being publicly called out and defied. Begrudgingly, Asgore set aside his thoughts to give a dignified response.

"That will not be necessary. He poses no threat and will not act unbecomingly any more. I will personally see to his punishment. Your people have no need to fear us."

David slunk back into the leather while resting his chin on folded hands, "We will see. Now onto the original matter at hand, your daughter and ambassador has been gone for quite some time now. She needs to return to duty as soon as possible."

Toriel piped in before Asgore could speak, "She is with child and has been targeted more than once for her affiliation with us. It is not safe for her to return and until such time she will remain in our home under our watch."

David narrowed his eyes and slicked a hand over the top of his bald head anxiously, "Regarding her.. situation.. it would be best for her to return to the surface immediately. Citizens are going restless. Rumors are circulating that you are... holding her hostage or have killed her."

He spared a glance at the faces in the room noting the even more stern and angered gazes upon him. It took all his willpower not to squeak and duck behind the mahogany desk, "Y-You see, her absence has been so long that the.. uh.. people ha-have doubts as to your," gulping loudly at the rising malice he continued shakily, "intentions w-with us humans."

Asgore let out a deep guttural snarl as he closed his eyes and balled his fists, startling all of the humans in the room into a fearful trance. They watched as the goat father blew out a puff of smoke in clear agitation, before speaking, every word punctuated with more fiery smoke.

"Frisk is our daughter. She has been since they day she fell down the mountain. The fact that you humans believe that we would harm her in any way shows how little you think of our race. We come here every day to see to her responsibilities while she rests, we go home at the end of the day to care for our people, barely having time to spend with her as is. You doubt our sincerity, our prospect of peace, and now you claim we have kidnapped the daughter that willingly stayed with us for a decade even after the barrier was broken, the daughter that called us 'mom' and 'dad' from day one, the one that has chosen to stand by our side and fight for equality.."

He paused momentarily, long enough to control the rising emotions before opening his eyes once more. David let out a small squeak at the red tinged irises and the trembling form of Asgore, almost missing the quietly uttered words.

"Let me explain this once, and only once. Frisk is our daughter and as such she is under our protection, our care. We have not kidnapped her, for you cannot kidnap a willing person. We have not harmed her, nor have any inkling to do so. If we had, we would have done so long ago."

Toriel brushed a paw down her husband's arm, quietly reassuring him in a subtle way. When they glanced to one another, he gave a small nod and took her paw in his while she turned to speak.

"As for her return, she will do so when it is safe and not a moment sooner. We will remain up to date on her workload until such time as she can return. We will not risk her pregnancy in any way. Our daughter must remain underground where our doctor can monitor the child since your kind has no knowledge of monster births and would be insufficient in this field. Her safety is of the highest priority and we absolutely refuse to risk her health in regards to her duties in which we are more than capable of completing. Now that we have gotten this out of the way, we will take our leave."

Without another word, Toriel rose and cast a silent glance to Papyrus and Undyne instructing them to follow her out. Asgore rose last, casting a disgusted gaze to the flabbergasted mayor before stalking out the door, cape swishing violently with his fast pace. Once the pair made it outside, they collected Sans and made their way back to the Underground thoroughly upset over the whole ordeal. Papyrus stayed near Sans on the way back quietly informing him of the conversation held without his presence.

When the group made their way back to New Home, they gathered in the living room to discuss their plans for the future. It would be naive to assume the matter would be dismissed easily. Asgore started with Sans' punishment which merely consisted of a hearty pat on the back and a 'job well done' for protecting his wife and child, although Toriel gave him a rather stern lecture about proper etiquette and such, although by the twinkle in her eye, he was sure she was more than pleased by his ferocity in defending their daughter.

Undyne was the first to suggest a guard of sorts to keep Frisk safe in case of any sneaky humans. Sans was eager to volunteer, but Asgore merely shook his head and explained that he would have another job to do. Toriel sent a questioning glance, but he whispered to her that they would discuss it later, which she respected and they went back to their original topic.

It took a little while to decide who would be the best guard for her, for while Undyne and Papyrus would have no qualms protecting her, they were far too busy with the trips Aboveground. They went through the list and decided that the best option would be Alphys since she was practically around their daughter all the time. Despite her timid nature, she was a force to be reckoned with when it came to her friends. The dinosaur was unwaveringly loyal and undoubtedly smart. She would carry out her duty flawlessly and without complaint.

After everything was said and done, they all trudged back to Snowdin, since Undyne would no doubt have to pick up her lover before heading home. They weren't surprised to find the girls passed out on the couch, Frisk curled up on the arm of the sofa, Chara curled up in her side, Mettaton reclined against the couch so far that his head lolled back, while Alphys was propped against the other arm, legs draping across the robot's lap and tail brushing against the carpet. It made the three of them smile while the picked up their respective loves and carried them home or up to their rooms. Papyrus took care to drape a thick blanket over Chara and prop a pillow underneath her head before carrying the lightly snoring Mettaton up the stairs into their shared bedroom.

Sans carefully adjusted Frisk so he could walk up the stairs easier, walking slowly so as not to wake her. Pushing the door open slightly, he used his magic to peel back the covers before setting her down and climbing in after her. With a low moan and small stretch, Frisk sleepily cracked open her eyes and smiled at her skeletal lover. Cuddling up in his embrace, she smiled and nuzzled him affectionately before yanking the covers up over their bodies.

After the shitty day he had, he basked in her warm embrace, smiling despite his frustrations and relaxing for the first time in a long while. With her by his side, he would wait til tomorrow for the responsibility to kick in. The weight of his new mission would just have to wait for tomorrow.

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A/N: Hey y'all! It's ya girl back at it with another chapter. I'm so so so pumped to be writing more of this story! Inspiration is coming so quick lately and I can't seem to tear myself away from this work lol.

But I want to address something that I focused on a little in this chapter.

Instincts.

The monsters aren't human, to me they are more so animal like in a sense, focusing on instinct and intuition especially for the animal based monsters such as Toriel and Asgore. I know it doesn't quite make sense with the skelebros, but in perspective, if someone attacked the one you love, especially while preggers, you'd be pissed! And in the way I imagine the skelebros they are a bit animalistic, so hopefully that'll clear up any confusion.

What's Sans next assignment?

Will the humans retaliate?

Will the two ever pick baby names!?

Find out this and more in the next chapter! 😂