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.


149. The Hot Spring

'Where are you?' 'Also, did you know that Sans has some hilarious nicknames for Mettaton when he's angry?' 'My favorite is overgrown calculator but I don't get it.'

"Tell Sans to stop worrying," Mettaton says, running his fingers through his hair as he glances back at you.

He's sitting in the passenger seat of Papyrus's car, you and Frisk in the back as your brother-in-law drives the four of you home. You'd just spent the day with Papyrus and Mettaton at the robot's film shoot, at Frisk's insistence. You get the feeling that the crew appreciated your presence; much of the day was spent keeping Papyrus from getting himself into trouble. They even asked Frisk to be an extra. They couldn't stop talking about it from the moment you left until they finally fell asleep about ten minutes into the drive.

"It's not Sans, it's Deacon. Wanting to know where we are," you say, glancing at the time on your phone. You balk. "It's almost ten, are we gonna make it to the checkpoint in time?"

"Darling, I've got everything under control. Trust me, a few minutes is nothing," he says soothingly, giving you a reassuring smile.


"Don't let Sans hear that," you mutter, typing out a reply to Deacon, letting him know you'll be home soon. "And a half hour? Don't you think you're pushing your luck?"

"Oh it's not luck. It's amazing what a good rapport with the officials can do." Mettaton's smile turns charming as he gives you a wink.


The robot's expression sours just a little and you have to fight the urge to laugh. With a sigh, Mettaton turns back around to face forward, reaching over to pat Papyrus's knee. "Yes, Pappy. Everyone loves you," he says, affection plain in his voice. "Me most of all."

You're smiling, cradling your head in your hand as you lean against the car door. Do you and Sans seem so sappy to everyone else? Probably. Before you can dwell on it too long your phone chimes.

'Your husband is momentarily placated by the fact that he thinks it's hilarious that I still can't talk to Grillby.' 'Also, since when did Grillby start babysitting Frisk?' 'Also also: please hurry this is getting uncomfortable.'

Smothering a laugh behind your hand, you shake your head. 'We'll be there soon.'

'Hell of a way to kick off Spring Break. Yeah there's bathing suits but I thought the discomfort and guilt was supposed to happen AFTER.'

'Now you're being dramatic. We'll be back soon and we can all head to the hot spring.'

'Sans wants to know how soon 'soon' is.'


You feel the car start to slow and you look up from your phone, recognizing the Line checkpoint. There's a soldier standing outside of the little booth, leaning against it as he talks to the person inside. As you get closer you see the two of them look at you, faces lighting up in recognition and waving as the car comes to a stop in front of the gate. Papyrus rolls down his window.

"HELLO! WE'RE BACK!" he announces, grinning. "ALL FOUR OF US!"

"Another long day," the soldier in the booth says, looking at his computer. "Working on another movie, Mettaton? You said that last one wrapped up."

"Yes, yes, this one is new," Mettaton replies, flashing a winning smile. "I really shouldn't share any details, but if you're curious...?"

He doesn't get a reply. Instead the soldier is entering something into the computer. The man standing outside pats the booth's windowsill as Mettaton sinks back into his seat. He presses the back of his hand to his mouth to hide his annoyed grimace. 

"Omar," the standing soldier says, trying to get the other's attention away from the computer. "So you were saying about the governor?"

"Oh, right!" Omar says, glancing over at his companion before clicking something on his computer. "Turns out that break-in at Governor Williams's house was a false alarm. He gave a statement earlier."

"Well then why did they make such a fuss before?"

"I dunno." He shrugs, then turns back to Papyrus. "All right, you guys are good to go. Have a good night."

You're about to ask the soldiers more about what happened with the governor but the gate is opening and Papyrus is putting the car back into drive. It is a bit strange for something as mundane as a false alarm going off to make the news. You'll have to remember to check it out later, out of curiosity. But for now you've got a date with your friends to look forward to.

"look, yeah the curfew is stupid, but you aren't gonna win any points with the soldiers by just ignoring it," Sans says, fixing Mettaton with a stern look.

"Honestly, Sans, it was just a few minutes." The robot scowls, resting his hands on his hips. "Besides, there hasn't been a single monster that's been charged with a curfew violation. The soldiers know it's just as stupid as we do."

The two of them are standing in the foyer, Sans in a pair of swim trunks and a t-shirt. Deacon catches your eye, shrugging his shoulders as he puts one arm around Bo. They're both dressed for the hot spring as well, though Deacon's green swimsuit is accompanied by a light jacket over his bare chest. It might be the start of Spring Break, and almost the end of March, but the nights are still chilly. Bo has on a pink, floral bikini with a sarong tied around her waist.

You ought to go change, but you don't want to leave Mettaton and Sans here arguing while Papyrus is putting Frisk to bed. 

"and you wanna be the first one?" Sans presses, arching a brow. "or papyrus?"

"You're being paranoid."

"i just want my family safe. especially out there."

"You think that I don't?"

"Guys," you interject, and they both look at you. Sans huffs through his teeth and Mettaton rolls his eyes, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "Can I trust the two of you to be civil while I go put on my bathing suit?"

"i'm always civil," Sans says, and Mettaton scoffs. Your husband shoots him a look, but neither of them have anything else to say.

"Okay, then I'm going to go change," you say, heading past them for the stairs.

"Hope, mind if I join you for a minute?" You turn at the sound of Bo's voice as she pulls away from Deacon to follow you.

Deacon gives her a pitiful look, glancing over to the living room where you can see Grillby sitting quietly on the couch, one leg crossed over the other as he reads a book. You'd almost forgotten he was even here. Normally Toriel would be babysitting but she, Asgore, and Asriel are spending some time together as a family. Grillby doesn't seem to notice that anyone's paying any attention to him at all.

Bo gives a soft laugh. "Baby, you'll live. You could always go say something."

He arches a brow, his nose scrunching up. "I'll go get a drink," he says pointedly, going into the kitchen. The opposite direction of the living room.

You and Bo share a look and start laughing as you gesture for her to come upstairs. She's silent as you make your way down the hall towards your bedroom, and gives you a polite smile as you close the door behind her. There's an awkward pause as you regard one another, then you head over to your dresser to find your swimsuit.

"I don't think anyone at work would believe me if I told them how Mettaton acts with you guys," Bo says, shaking her head. You nod in agreement, wondering if it's really her boss that she wants to talk about. You don't have to wonder for long. "I wanted to thank you. For helping Deacon, I never got a chance to talk to you in the last couple of weeks since our... fight."

"Of course. God, you don't have to thank me, I'm just glad it all worked out. You guys are still doing good, right?" you ask, shutting a drawer as you hold your black one-piece in your hand. Heading towards the bathroom, you hesitate at the door as you wait for her to answer.

She waves you inside, following you to stand outside the door so you can hear her. "We're great. Actually we're... He told me a lot of things, about himself. It's just so good to feel like he really trusts me. So we're actually doing better than we were before."

"That's awesome! Bo, really, I'm so happy for you guys. When he came over..." you trail off, stripping down before working on shimmying into your bathing suit. "He was beside himself. I've never seen him that upset before."

"I'm glad that he had you to talk to, since he was so unwilling to talk to me." You freeze in the middle of adjusting a shoulder strap as the bitterness in her voice hits you. Scrambling to situate yourself, you open the door the moment you're decent.

Bo has her arms crossed over her chest, hugging herself, as she rests back against the edge of your mattress. Her big eyes flick up to meet yours as you return to the room. Her somber expression is swept away as she gives you a friendly smile. "That suit looks great on you. I love the way the top crosses and that little keyhole gap in the bust," she says, gesturing at you.

But you don't care about your swimsuit. "Bo, Deacon loves you," you say, holding her gaze.

"I know, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say it like that. I just wanted to thank you," she says, shrugging her shoulders. Her voice is flat.

"He fought through so much fear to make things right with you," you continue, watching her. "Because you mean so much to him."

"I know I do." Bo gives you a weak smile. She shakes her head. "I'm sure I'll feel better once he lets me touch his Soul. It's... I believe him, I do! But the difference between hearing that someone loves you, and feeling it..."

"It's worlds apart," you agree, nodding as she sighs. "So he still hasn't..."

"No. Not yet."

You turn away to find your cover-up, hanging in your closet. She follows you, standing by the door as you shift hangers around.

"That's the other thing I wanted to ask you about," she admits. "He's been asking more questions without me bringing it up, which makes me hope that he'll offer soon, but it's just..."

"Not what you're used to. What you expected."


"Humans aren't used to this stuff," you say, giving her an apologetic look as you shrug into an oversized, crochet cover-up. "He'll come around. He just needs more time. You've been so good for him."

Bo gives you a weak laugh, smiling as she looks down at the floor. She almost looks shy, which is a feat in of itself. You didn't think it was possible. "We had dinner with my parents last week. They really like him, and after we left he looked at me and said, 'I came to Ebott without a family, and now I've got two.' We've both been good for him."

You open your mouth to argue, to reassure her that she deserves most of the credit because part of you is afraid that she's jealous, but Bo wraps you up in a hug. She lets out a long, slow breath.

"So I really, really want to thank you for everything you've done for him. I don't know if we'd be together if it wasn't for you," she says, and you have to blink back the tears that prick the corners of your eyes.

"Sans helped a bit," you admit, which makes her laugh.

"Yeah, he said that Sansy gave him a pretty good kick in the ass before he left here. Those two are something else, they bicker worse than an old married couple." She lets you go and gives you a knowing look.

Snorting, you hide your smile behind a hand. "Don't tell them that."

Undyne and Alphys are already waiting in the hot spring by the time the six of you get there. The fish monster is neck deep in the dark water, eyes closed with her head tipped back against Alphys's shoulder. Alphys is propped up against a rock, reading something on her phone (which you're sure is waterproof). A trio of gas lanterns are lit around the edges of the spring, lighting the space with a soft glow as moths beat their wings against the glass.

Papyrus and Undyne had found the spring a few weeks ago, in the forest outside of Ebott's lake. The lake itself is naturally warm thanks to the mountain's volcanic activity, so you weren't surprised to hear there was a spring about a fifteen minute walk away from Undyne and Alphys's house.

Undyne's eye pops open as you push through the underbrush, sitting up and fixing you all with a toothy grin. "There you are! Took you guys long enough!"

"WE'RE SORRY THAT WE'RE LATE!" Papyrus calls out from the rear of the group. There's a measure of diplomacy in his voice, after another brief argument between Sans and Mettaton in the car. 

"Y-you're not that late," Alphys says, giving her phone a quick glance before setting it aside. 

Rubbing your arms and fighting back the urge to shiver, you pull away from Sans in your hurry to get to the hot, steaming water. Tugging off your cover-up and kicking off your sandals, you put them on an obliging rock and dip your toes in. Hissing from the blissful heat, you grope around for a place to step down, easing yourself into the water as quick as you can. You're already dreading the walk back to the car.

"how is it?" Sans asks, grinning as he and the others get themselves settled before joining you.

"Oh my god it's amazing," you groan, tipping your head back to soak your scalp. 

"We should get a hot tub," Undyne says, throwing her arm around Alphys's shoulders. "Almost as nice and right there in the house." There's a pause, and her grin turns wolfish. "More private."

The doctor flushes, pressing her hands to her cheeks. Whatever she says is lost in the sound of Papyrus splashing his way into the spring. As the others wade in, Mettaton is the only one standing off to the side, one hand resting on his hip as he gives the water a dubious look.


"Sweetheart, I think you'll just have to enjoy it without me," he says, apprehensive. "I'd rather not risk my circuits."

"You're waterproof now," Alphys chides him, adjusting her glasses.

"I still haven't quite tested that feature yet, darling," he says, threading his fingers together nervously.

"Y-you don't need to. I tested it," she says. She gives him a weary sigh.

"I THINK YOU'D LIKE IT. YOU SHOULD JOIN US!" Papyrus says, wading back over to the edge closest to Mettaton and holding out his hand. The robot reaches for him, then hesitates.

"bro, maybe he's worried it'll be too... shocking." Sans chuckles and pulls you into his lap. You being light and buoyant in the water, he doesn't have any trouble with it from his seat on a submerged rock.

Mettaton frowns and Papyrus lets out a frustrated sound. Setting his shoulders, Mettaton looks right at Sans as he takes your brother-in-law's hand and carefully takes a step into the spring. He freezes, and for a second you wonder if maybe something went wrong, but no. He's perfectly fine. After a moment a smile erupts across Mettaton's face and he eases himself the rest of the way in, letting out a relieved laugh.

"Oh, this is... This is nice, isn't it?" Mettaton asks, his gaze locked on Papyrus. Papyrus just nods, leaning in to nuzzle his boyfriend's cheek.

Smiling, you look away to glance over at Deacon and Bo. Right as you do you catch a sly look on Bo's face and the startled look on Deacon's as his hand darts into the water. She just giggles as his ears go beet red.

"pair of incorrigible perverts," Sans mutters into your ear, making you giggle as the vibration of his words matches the humming of his Soul as you're pressed skin to bone. He grips you tighter, a hand straying to your thigh beneath the water.

"Look who's talking," you say to him, arching a brow and smiling. Leaning close to press a kiss to his cheekbone, your hand drifts to the wing of his pelvis, and you feel him twitch beneath you at your touch, the bright points in his eyes sharpening as he looks at you. You just keep smiling.

"keep that up and you're gonna be in for a late night," he warns you, his voice a soft growl.

"I don't mind," you murmur. "I've got nowhere to be tomorrow. Spring Break, remember?"

"well, in that case..." he says, nipping your shoulder. 

Giggling, you're sure you're blushing as you try to pull away from his teeth. Feeling suddenly self-conscious of the six other people here in the spring with you, you give Sans a pointed look as his expression softens. You kiss him again. "This is nice," you say.

"yeah. this is real nice."

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