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.


89. Working Together

Monday comes and goes quietly. You weren't sure what you were expecting from the human visitors with the Line opening to allow them access, but a relatively normal day wasn't it. Toriel tells you later that she's glad she sent Asriel off to school instead of joining her because even though she and Asgore had spent the day greeting visitors, there were far less than anticipated. Less than a hundred, milling around downtown and visiting the lake. According to the rumors you heard from Leveretta the next morning, everything went fine. The humans had been cautious and curious and peaceful.

In an odd pessimistic streak that you think you might have picked up from Sans, you wonder how long this is going to last. It can't be this easy, can it? Things just aren't going to keep going this smooth, sooner or later someone is going to slip up. Someone is going to rub someone else the wrong way and when it comes down to it the world is going to blame the monster. Because they're different, they're new. The outsider and the threat.

When had you started bracing yourself for the worst? You had never been what you'd call an optimist, but this is a bit grim. It's definitely Sans. It has to be.

So on Tuesday, as you're picking at your lunch and thinking about the Line and humans and monsters and the whole mess wrapped around it all, when Deacon comes into the break room with a single word on his mind, you can only give him a blank stare and ask him to repeat himself.

"Halloween. You know, that thing that happens at the end of October?" he asks, raising an eyebrow as he flops into the chair next to you with his cup of instant noodles. You wish he'd eat something healthier for lunch but bite your tongue. "Pumpkins, typically carved with varying degrees of skill. Candy, costumes—"

"Yes I know what Halloween is," you say, rolling your eyes and giving him a weak glare that just makes him smile at you. He's such an ass sometimes but you can't help but smile back. "What about it?"

"Well, we talked about it a little last week, remember?" He taps at the styrofoam cup containing his lunch, waiting the appropriate three minutes for the noodles to soften. You nod, recalling him mentioning Halloween at some point and asking you if monsters celebrated it. You hadn't given it much thought since then. "Well I talked with Toriel about maybe putting together something for the kids, like a fall festival sort of thing. You know, carnival games, trick-or-treating, costumes, pumpkin carving... Thought it might be a fun way to introduce them to some human traditions."

You raise a brow. "I take it she said yes?"

"Yep. So I was hoping that you'd help me get things put together, seeing as we are the two resident experts on all things Halloween."

And that's how you end up getting roped into helping put together a festival for Mountainside School with Deacon. 

Your time after school is spent in Deacon's classroom putting together plans for the Halloween Festival. The kids go home with Toriel and you're so wrapped up in taking down notes and deciding what to include that you don't realize what time it is until Sans calls you to let you know he's on his way home.

When you walk in the door he and Papyrus are already in the kitchen, with Sans at the bar while his brother is cooking. Your fiancé is browsing the news on the laptop, something about Ebott, from what you can tell from the title.

"Hey hun, I'm sorry I wasn't here when you two got home," you say, coming up behind him and wrapping your arms around his middle.

"s'ok, you were busy," Sans says with an evenness that tells you he's distracted.

Resting your chin on his shoulder, you skim over the article but can't glean much from it. "Something happen? What are you reading?"

"just more of the same vague shit they keep publishing. guess a couple of reporters came in yesterday to do some pieces on ebott, you know for the curious ones who want to know more before they come themselves. only bit that stands out is an interview with mettaton, but all he talked about was his hotel," Sans says. He scrolls down on the article, and there's a picture of Mettaton beaming at the camera.

"THE HOTEL IS VERY IMPORTANT TO HIM. HE SAID THAT IF HE CAN'T GO TO THE HUMANS, HE MIGHT AS WELL BRING THEM TO US." Papyrus glances over his shoulder at the two of you, dutifully stirring a pot. Looks and smells like it's going to be spaghetti for dinner.

"yeah, well, good for him i guess," Sans says with a shrug. "so you and deacon are working on some kind of thing for the school?"

"Yeah, and I think it's going to take up a lot of my time getting everything together, actually. This whole staying after school thing might be pretty regular for the next couple weeks," you say, kissing his cheekbone. He turns into the contact, raising a hand to cup the side of your face.

"hm. is it just you and deacon?" he asks, and you're not sure if his casual tone is natural or forced. He's been sending you mixed signals about your friendship with Deacon. Sometimes, usually after he's been around him, he seems frustrated or moody. You think it might have to do with Deacon's sarcasm. Others, he's just fine, even encouraging. He says he's glad that you have another human you can relate to.

"For now, we're going to try and get some of the other teachers to help too," you say, though you're not sure who. Maybe Leveretta. Not Undyne because she told you Monday that she's been busy after work keeping an eye on things for Asgore. Which is a shame because she and Deacon have been getting along pretty well all things considered, but you know that her other duties come first.

"and what about frisk? i mean, i know tori has them today."

"They can stay at school with me if necessary, but you know that she doesn't mind having Frisk over there. If you get home before I do maybe you can go get them?" You start to pull away from him but he slides his hand from your cheek to the back of your neck, stopping you with a noise of protest.

"no, i'm not done with you. and yeah, i can do that," he says, closing the laptop. He lets you go and turns on the barstool to face you, grabbing your hips and pulling you towards him. "how long is this gonna be for?"

"A little over two weeks. Until the end of the month. Is that okay?" you ask. Looping your hands behind his neck, you bump his forehead with yours.

"i think i can manage."

The rest of the week Sans doesn't see you until after it's dark. You're enthusiastic about this whole Halloween thing and he'll be the last person to stop you from enjoying yourself, even if it means seeing less of you. You're tired but happy when you come home, filling him in on everything you and Deacon have planned for the kids. He doesn't understand some of it, things like pumpkin carving or trick-or-treating. He'll just have to see what all that is in person.

He misses you being there when he gets home, but he reminds himself that this is just temporary. Soon enough, once November rolls around, things will be back to normal.

Papyrus is busier too with the humans visiting Ebott. He had already taken it upon himself to patrol Mountainside and now he's taking it even more seriously. Two nights he even goes back out after picking up Sans from work. Sans eats at Grillby's with Frisk those nights, and brings you some leftovers for whenever you get home.

By the time that Saturday rolls around he's ready to spend some quality time at home with you, but then he remembers you said you had to do some shopping with Deacon. Maybe... maybe he should go with the two of you. Frisk is with Asriel for the weekend since those two can't go two days without being together, and he knows that Papyrus is going to be off 'patrolling'. The idea of being at the house alone is suddenly unbearable enough that the idea of spending the day with Deacon seems worth it just to be with you.

You're eating breakfast together when he decides to ask.

Eyebrows shooting up, you choke a little on your coffee and have to clear your throat before speaking. "Are you sure? I mean, you can if you want to. Actually, yeah! That would be great! Maybe you and Deacon can get to know each other a little better."

"yeah, maybe," he says with a shrug. "just thought that i could tag along. feel like i've barely seen you this week, babe."

"Oh," you say, looking apologetic. "Yeah I guess you're right."

"hey, don't worry about it, it's fine. it's not like you're not with me every night." He gives you a reassuring smile, feeling a bit guilty for being so selfish. He reminds himself again that this is just temporary. This isn't normal.

But you seem happy to have him join you and Deacon, which is reassuring. There's still that little voice in the back of his head that keeps whispering stupid, jealous shit now that the two of you have been spending time together and he just knows that if you hadn't wanted him to come along that the voice would have had a field day. But you do want him there. You even still have this misguided hope that the two of them might be friends, though Sans can't see that ever happening. The guy just grates on his every last nerve and it's only for your sake that he's been civil around him.

You let him know that part of your plans were for lunch, and at almost eleven there's a knock on the door. You're in the bathroom so he goes to answer it. There's Deacon, standing there with that practiced casualness that makes Sans grit his teeth, hands in his back pockets. He's in a pair of jeans and a zip-up jacket, and he wipes the surprised look off his face and replaces it with a lazy smile.

"Hey there, Sans. Mind if I borrow your fiancée for the day?" he asks with an infuriating wink.

Giving Deacon a big grin, he shrugs his shoulders. "actually i'll be tagging along."

Sans can't help but feel a little satisfied at the slight falter in Deacon's expression. He recovers quickly though, nodding. "Cool, cool. Well, the more the merrier. Hope is insisting that we go to that spider bakery for lunch, but she won't tell me if they actually make the stuff out of spiders." Deacon gives Sans a conspiratorial look, like they're friends or something. "Can you just tell me one way or the other so I'm prepared?"

"oh, you want me to throw you a bone there, pal?" Sans asks, raising a brow and chuckling. "i dunno if i should be spoiling hope's surprises. i like her more than you."

He doesn't seem to know what to say to that. He just gives this forced laugh and glances over the top of his head, which isn't difficult given their difference in height. Sans turns at the sound of you coming down the stairs, right as Deacon raises a hand in greeting. "Hey, we ready to go?"

"Oh hey Deacon! I just need to get my shoes on, you can come in," you say, picking your sneakers up from next to the door and going to sit on the stairs to lace them.

Deacon slips around Sans and heads over to you, pulling his hands out of his pockets and running his fingers through his hair. Sans shuts the front door and follows him, pausing a second to slide his feet into his slippers. The blonde is looking at the arrangement of photos hanging in the stairwell, and Sans realizes this is the first time he's been in the house.

You glance up to catch Deacon looking, smiling to yourself. "Find anything interesting?"

He leans in close to a little battered frame with a faded photograph Sans recognizes. It's one of you and your father, one of the few you have of him, you said. At first you hadn't wanted to hang it up on the wall with everything else because you didn't think it fit in with all the photos of you, Sans, Frisk, and Papyrus. But of course it does, because it's got you, and he likes to think that if your dad was still around that he'd be part of your life and your family right now. He scanned the picture into his computer and printed a copy to store in that broken machine in his workshop out back, just in case.

You had been curious about the machine, when he finally showed it to you. It was during the move to the surface, because until then it had completely slipped his mind. With everything that happened in rapid succession after telling you the truth about the timelines, it just hadn't been high on his list of priorities. But with the move, he'd had to make the choice of what to do with it and as much as he wanted to he just couldn't give it up. Just in case, he keeps telling himself. If something were to happen, at the very least he'd have the contents of that machine to go off of. All his journals and photos from hundreds of timelines. (He's thankful that you haven't asked him about all the journals. There's too much in them that he doesn't want you to read, things about Frisk that neither he nor the kid want you to know.)

Deacon's eyes shift to the next picture, and scans up the stairwell at the handful more that are hanging there. He arches a brow and chuckles. "You know they have these things called photo albums, right?"

You roll your eyes and smile, but Sans grits his teeth. He passes those pictures every day, and there isn't a day that passes that he doesn't look at them to remind himself just how far he's come. How far all of you have come in the past seven months together. Sans is about to say something with you beat him to it.

"Oh we have those too. But we can see these all the time without having to go digging through them. Were your parents not big on pictures? Sans loves them," you say, standing up and straightening your jeans.

Deacon doesn't say anything, just gives the pictures another once-over. Then, he shrugs and turns to face you and Sans, glancing at the door. "Nah, my parents weren't the sentimental type, I guess. We ready to head out?"

Sans catches the deflection because he knows those tricks. He used them on you all the time in the first three months you were together and, well, still does on occasion. Either Deacon is lying or he just doesn't want to talk about it anymore, and Sans wonders which it is. Maybe both.

"Yeah, let's go! I'm really excited for you to try out Muffet's," you say, laughing at the disgusted expression on Deacon's face. "I promise, it's good."

"I'm not sure I believe you," he says, scrunching his nose.

"Trust me."

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