Would That Make You Happy?

Frisk is your child, the result of a teen pregnancy, but they've always been told that you're their older sister. In an effort to get away from your own abusive mother, the two of you end up falling into the Underground, where Sans is startled by this abrupt change in what had become a predictable pattern of events. Maybe your presence is what is needed to stop the endless cycle of Resets.

After many struggles, both internal and external, you and your found family reach the surface, only to face even more difficulties from the society you weren't sure you'd ever see again. You meet new friends and encounter people from your past, though for good or ill, you're not sure. Sometimes it's difficult to tell kindness from cunning.

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18. Make A Wish

Papyrus loves the time he spends with Frisk. Oh, not that he doesn't enjoy spending time with you, but there's something to be said for the unbridled joy and enthusiasm of a child. Frisk sits on his shoulders as they walk through Waterfall, gazing up at the sparkling crystals overhead.

"They're so pretty!" Frisk cries, patting at Papyrus's hands as he holds their knees.

"I THOUGHT YOU WOULD LIKE THEM, FRISK! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, ALSO ENJOY COMING TO THE WISHING ROOM." Papyrus feels Frisk cover the top of his skull with their hands, then rest their chin on their fingers. "IF YOU WOULD LIKE, YOU COULD MAKE A WISH! UNDOUBTEDLY, IF YOU WISH HARD ENOUGH, IT WILL COME TRUE!"

Frisk hums, twisting their feet, but doesn't immediately answer.

He's glad that he was able to stop Undyne from hurting his new human friends. He knows that the King needs humans in order to open the Barrier, but... he hadn't suspected that the humans would have to die. Of course he wants to reach the surface, just like everyone else, but not at the expense of his friends. He won't let anyone hurt the two of you.

Especially now that Sans seems so fond of you. Sans never talks about why, but Papyrus knows that his brother hasn't been the same. Not since they decided to move to Snowdin. Something happened, something he feels like he should remember, but can't. There was a time where things were... bad for Sans. He rarely left his room, kept pouring over strange blueprints and not talking to anyone. Then he stopped doing much of anything. He just... gave up. That was when Papyrus urged his brother to take a job with him as a sentry.

Why is he thinking about that? He doesn't like to think about that.

But Sans has been smiling more, he's sure of it. Sans likes to think he can't tell when the smiles are fake, but Papyrus knows his brother. He also knows that his brother doesn't like to talk about what's bothering him, so Papyrus acts like nothing's wrong. Because that's what Sans wants.

"Okay! I know what I want to wish," Frisk says. "Is it like a birthday wish? Do I have to keep it a secret?"

"I DON'T KNOW ABOUT THESE 'BIRTHDAY WISHES' BUT NO, YOU CAN TELL ME IF YOU'D LIKE." Frisk wiggles excitedly on his shoulders. Startled, Papyrus tightens his grip on their legs. "PLEASE BE CAREFUL! I DON'T WANT YOU TO FALL AND BECOME INJURED."

Frisk leans forward and curls their little fingers over his gloves, resting their chin on top of his skull. Papyrus can't help the swell of affection that rises inside of him. No, he most certainly won't let anything happen to Frisk. Not if he can help it.

"I wish that me, and Mom, and you, and Sans all stay together and happy. Like..." Frisk tightens their grip on his hands, hesitating. When they speak again, their voice is small and fragile. "Maybe like a family?"

"THAT'S AN EXCELLENT WISH! I HOPE IT COMES TRUE!"

Frisk makes a pleased sound that vibrates his skull. Their surroundings have slowly changed from sparkling caverns to dark, glowing marsh. The water gives off a calming, blue glow.

"Hey, Papyrus, where are we going?" Frisk asks, wiggling the tips of their worn sneakers up and down.

"OH, TO UNDYNE'S HOUSE OF COURSE! SHE..." Papyrus hesitates, nervous sweat springing up on the side of his skull. "SHE HASN'T BEEN ANSWERING MY CALLS. BUT I JUST KNOW THAT THE TWO OF YOU WILL BE GREAT FRIENDS! I KNOW THAT YOU DIDN'T GET OFF TO THE BEST START... BUT SHE IS REALLY VERY NICE!" He pauses again, drumming his fingers on Frisk's leg. "WELL, SHE HAS A BIT OF A TEMPER. AND SOMETIMES SHE'S REALLY RUDE. BUT DEEP DOWN! UNDYNE IS A GOOD FRIEND."

"Do you know when they're supposed to get back?" You're still with Sans in his room, lying naked on his bed. Neither of you are in a rush to go anywhere. You're happy just staying there with him, talking. Glancing at the wall above you, you notice a tiny bit of tape with the ripped corner of a piece of paper under it. You idly wonder what was stuck there.

"papyrus said he'd text me when they're headed back, but i think they're gonna be gone until dinner? sounded like an all day thing," Sans says, shrugging. He reaches over you to grab his phone. He doesn't have any messages, and the clock says it's still midmorning.

"What are they doing?" you ask, looking up at Sans as he lingers above you.

"dunno. didn't ask." He drops his phone back on the end table, then throws his leg over yours, straddling your thighs. You just watch him as he sits back, casual, and grins at you. 

Tucking your arms behind your head, you raise an eyebrow at him as his gaze trails lazily down your torso. "Enjoying the view?" you ask, giving him a small, crooked smile. You don't even feel self-conscious anymore as he looks over you. This small window of time, after having sex but before rejoining the 'real world', it feels different. Special. Like as long as you don't open the door to his bedroom, everything will stay just like this.

"sansational," he says, winking. You roll your eyes, laughing just enough for his smile to widen. His fingers trace along the edges of your ribs, making you shiver involuntarily. "so, i hope i kept my promise to you when we went out on that date. did you have a good time?"

"A wonderful time," you assure him as his fingers and his gaze drift down to your stomach. "You were fantastic."

"i'm talented. a skilleton, you might say."

You turn your face into your arm, trying to resist it but snorting anyway, shaking with laughter.

"hey, all that laughing is rattling my bones over here." He waits until you've calmed down and are looking at him again to continue. "not that i mind a good bone-rattling," he says, waggling his brows at you.

Chuckling, you give his femur a weak shove. "You're ruining this nice, relaxing moment. Haven't you had enough?"

"of you? never." He gives your waist a tantalizing squeeze, and despite the small groan that escapes you, you give him a small swat.

"You're being bad."

"bad to the bone?"

"Ugh, nope. No more, get off me," you tell him, trying your best not to laugh.

With a dramatic sigh, Sans rolls off to the side to sit next to you. Pulling yourself up to face him, you cross your legs under you and reach out to tap him between the eyes gently. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were pouting. If you had lips."

"you should know that there's lots of things i can manage without lips, babe. but, i draw the line at pouting." He cups your cheek with one hand, and his expression softens. "eh, i'm too happy right now to pout."

Nuzzling into the smooth bones of his palm, you cover his hand with yours. "You know that I'm happy too, right? Because I am."

"i figured... but it's nice to hear." As you drop your hand back to your lap, he slips his fingers into your hair, slowly combing through. Closing your eyes, you press into his touch with a pleased hum. "you like that?"

You nod. "It feels nice. I... no one ever really did my hair for me when I was a kid, so it feels good when you play with it."

"i'll add it to the list."

You let out a small laugh, opening your eyes just enough to look at him. "The list?"

"the list of weird things you like me to do."

"It's not weird!"

"whatever you say, babe."

"It's not."

"ok."

"I'm serious."

"ok."

Huffing, you flop over onto your side, then roll onto your back again. Sans scoots closer, right up against you so you can feel his knees against your skin. You try to give him an annoyed look, but fail miserably when you meet his affectionate gaze. Who would have expected the punny skeleton to be such a sap?

You jump slightly when you don't expect to feel Sans's fingers press against your hipbone, then trail low across your waist. He stops somewhere familiar, the spot where you know your scar is. His touch is gentle as he traces over it. "what happened here?"

"Frisk," you say, resting your hand on your stomach. "When I was pregnant, there was an issue when I went into labor. Doctors decided it would be safer for both of us to do a Caesarean section."

Sans is giving you a blank look. You realize he doesn't really understand what you just told him.

"Um. It's an operation. They did surgery to get Frisk out."

"oh." He gives your scar a thoughtful glance, following the line of it with his finger once last time before trailing up to the marks on your stomach instead. "and what about these?"

"Marks from all the stretching my stomach did when I was pregnant. I got pretty huge." You shrug, that nagging feeling of self-consciousness starting to creep back. "Sorry, I know they're not exactly attractive."

"hey," he says, taking hold of your hand and squeezing. He looks up from your midriff to meet your eyes. "i was just asking because i was curious, not because i don't like them. i haven't found a part of you i don't like."

Feeling a faint blush creep across your cheeks, you glance away. "Well, I think that's just because you don't have any frame of reference. I mean, it's not like you've got a wide variety of humans to compare me to."

Bony fingers find the side of your face, gently turning you towards him as Sans leans over you to brush a toothy kiss to your forehead. "i don't need to compare you to other humans. i like you. i like your cute face." He brushes his hand across your cheek. "your hair." His touch shifts to your hair. "your soul." His fingers trace a path down to your chest. "your body." He grabs your waist. "and everything about it. all the marks."

You're beet red by the time he's done, fighting the urge to hide your face.

He seems a little surprised when he looks back up at you, after following a trail down your body. "babe, you okay?"

You realize that your eyes are misting up, and you hurry to blink back tears. "I'm fine! I just... geez, I wasn't expecting that," you say, sniffling a little bit and giving an embarrassed laugh. "Sorry, you caught me a little off guard. I'm not used to stuff like that."

Sans's smile seems a little sad. He cups the back of your head and pulls you to him. "well, get ready to be used to it."

   
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