- This is the half of the fanfiction that gets more Sans x Frisk based. It won't be ALL about that. It'll be about the story too.
- There obviously will still be genocide and pacifist run spoilers.
Now that you know all that, it should be fine to proceed. c:
"i think they're making progress" Sans said proudly, as he Frisk and Papyrus were sitting at the bar, inside Grillby's. It had been a couple of days since Asgore and Toriel's night out, and it seemed the two were already starting to get on a little better.
Frisk smiled over her shoulder, seeing Toriel and Asgore, sitting at one of the tables with Flowey sitting on top of the table. All three of them looked pretty cheerful, almost as if they were a real happy family again.
Of course, Toriel and Asgore had no idea that Flowey was really their dead son, Asriel. But Flowey thought it was probably best not to drop the bombshell on them about it. At least, not yet. After all, they had already gone through a lot.