Monster Words:
Moonkose: Wife
Steberspa: Stubborn Mule Wife
Shniley: Silly Wife
Nurspa: Funny Wife
Paperclip: Horny Wife
Jattemoon: Loving Wife
Jattehoon: Loving Husband
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Off ya go, Frisk." Undyne said. "Just head straight. Alphys'll guide you."
When Frisk emerged, she noticed there was no cheering crowd like Gloria had. It was hushed and felt eerie. Well, a happy party isn't what she wanted anyhow. Was she allowed to eat during announcements? She could use some food for her soul.
"Over here." She saw Alphys hand reach for hers. "Sans is more towards the back. Follow me."
Remembering not to take off the hood, she walked with Alphys like Undyne said.
"Oh, sorry, I'll walk slower so you don't step on your cloak," Alphys apologized. "You look quite pretty in it. Just a little ways. Here is your wife, Sans."
"There ya are, Frisk." Sans' voice. "Follow me." She saw his hand in front of her and she took it, letting him guide her to wherever she needed to go.
She did notice though he wasn't wearing any kind of jacket or coat sleeve, but an actual buttoned up sleeve of a tuxedo. Even Sans got dressed up for the announcement. Okay. Let's just get this over with. I need food and rest. She tried not to trip on the long cloak again. It almost hit the floor and was a lot of trouble.
"Stand right there, Frisk," Sans said. "I know you aren't in a party mood today, Pal. This won't take long, but it's necessary, okay?"
Frisk nodded. "Then food?"
"Better than that. When we go home, we can have some nice cocoa." Papyrus was on the side of her just like Gloria said. "Homemade cocoa, made by myself."
Ooh, soul food. That was always the best thing for the soul.
"Stick your hand out and just shake the monster's hand you see in front of you," Sans said to her.
Well, hands were about all she could see in her vision.
"Congratulations, Sans!"
"Thanks, Buddy."
"Fantastic news you getting her back. Hey Frisk, good luck."
"Thanks, Fella."
"Take good care of the Legendary Pacifist Child."
"You bet, but it's woman now."
Frisk saw a face actually appear in front of her. And just like that it was gone.
"You've got a pretty wife."
She didn't even hear her language. Sans spoke monster, and his hand appeared, pushing him back. Physically pushing him back, not even magically. Whoah. He only saw my face and it made Sans upset? Meanwhile, she could hear Asriel and Gloria. She was getting told she was beautiful and Asriel didn't comment at all, or he said something nice. Gloria was right. At least partly. Sans was definitely hurt, and for some reason, he didn't want anyone seeing her that night. "Sans?"
"Yeah, Frisk?"
"I'm not wearing this tomorrow, am I?"
A small chuckle. "Only if you want to." He moved her to face him, and he peered into her view. "Almost over, Moonkose, promise."
"Moonkose?" Frisk asked. "I don't know that one."
"Uh, just like pal in Monster," he said. "Needed for the marriage. Kay?"
Frisk nodded. It sounded like him.
"That was a real bastard thing they did to your wife, Sans, I'm glad you got your justice."
Frisk tried to turn to shake hands, but Sans caught her hood instead. He had misadjusted it, and her face probably would have shown slightly.
"Thanks," Sans said in monster. "Really don't talk about that in her language though. Humans are different."
"Sorry," Monster Kid, now closer to teen said. "I'll be more careful. Congratulations."
Sans nodded and watched him leave. He put his hands up to the rest and kept up a jovial attitude. "Hey, hey, everybody? We've had kind of a hard day. Right, Papyrus?"
"Yes," Papyrus agreed. "A real doozy."
"Yeah, so uh, we are going to keep this party moving." Sans waved to everyone and adjusted her cloak again. The fact monsters had to meet her like that on the announcement day made it pretty damn simple. Not one ounce of her dress was shown, and not one ounce of her skin. If they didn't get the hint from the board, they were getting the hint now, loud and clear.
No unimportant conversations, no tiny pecks on the cheek, no glancing at her, no nothing. He was running an ACT of 'Mine' to a high degree. He had shared her for almost half a year, and he didn't want anyone thinking Frisk was easy to take again. Last thing he needed was some upstart monster thinking that was allowed just because it happened once to him. He finally lifted back her cloak hood just a little bit.
"I hear seeing is so overrated," Frisk joked at him. "Thanks for lifting that off a smidge. Any way it could be off completely?"
"Come here, Frisk." He held her tighter. "Alright. So, we're married. Just you and me. You got any questions, I bet I can answer them-."
"I do!" Frisk said. "When you took care of Garland, if you had told me that you were the one being forced to marry me, I could have stayed and married-"
"I meant I can answer them later, Moonkose," Sans interrupted her. "For now? It's picture time."
Frisk saw all the phones out there. Probably using cameras on their phones.
"We've got an evolution marriage, so this is going to be kind of different for ya. Okay?" Sans took the gloves off her hands. "Okay, now just hold hands with me."
Simple. Frisk held hands with him.
"Good. Next, Ol' Sans needs a hug?" He tickled her slightly under her chin, getting her to laugh, and then held her in a hug. "Okay. That's it. Not too bad, right?"
No. No, that wasn't bad at all.
"Great. Last part." Sans took out two rings from his pocket. He slid one on his bony ring finger. "These are good conductors." He took her hand and tried to slide the other one on, but she pulled it back.
"Wedding bands? Yip?" Why?
"Yep." He tried to take her hand back, but she pulled away again. "What?"
"The book, I forgot the book," Frisk said. "The sample contract? Undyne took it."
"Later, Moonkose, hand."
"How much later?" Frisk asked stubbornly. "You still haven't explained why you didn't tell me I was marrying you? I didn't want you wrapped up in all this nonsense. I could have married the coma Prince." Why wasn't he answering her? "Sans?"
"For one? You got it wrong. I didn't tell you I was marrying you because we've been married." His voice didn't hold any nonsense at all. "I'll get to everything soon, Steberspa, just give me your hand."
Oops. Slip of the tongue. He even added a different new word in there. "Sorry. It's just that, you haven't mentioned one thing about the contract."
Sans seemed to have a strange look on his face. A little stranger than usual. "It's not gonna work. Toriel said 'my child'. In the other case it was 'wish you were my child'. The contract skews everything to warding off the word wish."
"So? Nothing?"
"Nothing from that, but Papyrus got a much better idea, so don't give up hope."
"Oh. But, it involved me coming back?"
"His idea?"
"Yeah?"
"No."
"Well, then why did you bring me back, to put yourself in this position?" she asked.
"In what position? We've been married, Steberspa."
"I didn't. Well." Wow. It was like he took real offense to her mixing it up. She even swore there was some spit in that word. But, wasn't light and friendly how Sans liked to handle things? "Well, I mean you could have been freed of me."
"Those contracts aren't good enough. They won't last long," Sans said. "Even under marriage. And yeah, even with Gloria as Princess, you aren't secure. She's just a target now too. Asriel is going to have to watch her back real careful."
"Oh."
"Now, Moonkose, give me your hand?"
Frisk remembered the feeling she had when Asriel slipped his ring on her finger all that time ago. "Do I really have to?"
"What's wrong?" Sans asked.
"It's just. Uh. Rings."
"Something wrong with the rings?" Sans looked at them. "These are from the exact same gold source, they're twin rings. With them, I can tell exactly where you are, and if you're in trouble. It's because of the bone marrow accident," he said. "I'll just know if you need help, no matter how fast things get out of control. Okay?"
Ring "Okay." Ring, ring. "Um."
"Come on, Ol' Sans can tell when you're hiding something," Sans said. "What's wrong?"
"Just. Makes everything real solid like again," Frisk said, trembling. "Like this is it."
" . . . like Asriel told you that one day?" Sans asked her.
"Yeah, and he . . ." Frisk gestured to the ring. "When I slipped his ring on for a bit, everything just . . ."
"You slipped on his ring? He slipped a -?!" Sans covered her face completely back up again. "Second, Frisk."
"Brother, what are you doing?" Papyrus asked.
"I didn't look deep enough on it, I just knew it would be a good way to track her," Sans said in monster to Papyrus as he looked at his phone. "Shit! Why did Asriel do that?" He looked up more information. "Ancient tradition. Ah, it's bigger than I knew."
"Sans?"
"He slipped a ceremonial ring on her?" Sans felt something stir inside him as he read more about them. "Words go away, rings are always there . . . exchanging words . . . It's a visible display of affection, oh he wasn't supposed to do that!" He slammed his phone down. "I gotta do it."
"Sans, you should wait," Papyrus warned him.
"No, today, I gotta do it. I'm tired of the disrespect, Pap, no more." Sans looked back toward her, grabbed her hand, and trailed her around. "Asriel!" Sans yelled at him in monster too as he made his way to the part where Asriel and Gloria were. "You slipped a traditional human ring on my wife?!"
"Huh?" Asriel seemed confused, but could clearly tell it was something he better be talking in monster about too. "Oh, yes. Long, long time ago. She didn't wear it very long. Rebellious."
"Gee. I wonder why. Maybe 'cause it never should have been there?" Sans growled. "Sharing. Meant. Nothing like that. It's for single marriage only."
"Easy." Asriel put his hands up. "It was only in the very beginning. I gave one to Gloria too. She wears it proudly."
"Yeah. Well. Good for her. It's supposed to go with both of you though." At least he could show him up there. He brought Frisk closer and spoke to her in her language again. "Just stand right there, okay? Then repeat after me once I slip this on."
"Why?"
"Incantation," he lied. "Remember, magic rings?" Sans said to her. "Ready?" He spoke to her in monster, little by little. By little. Monster wasn't easy, but he finally got her to say what he wanted. "Okay, now put it all together while you slip it on? Just try, you can do it, Moonkose."
Frisk nodded. Without even knowing what she was saying, she slipped the ring on his bony finger. The words weren't perfect, Sans didn't expect them to be, but the message was put out across everyone. "With this ring, I hold you. With my loving heart, my willing body, and my eternal soul."
Sans took his ring and placed it on her finger. He hated deceiving her, but he didn't want to scare her either. At the same time, there was no way he was going to let that disrespect just pass. He spoke in monster to her as well, changing the words enough to work for him. "With this ring, I hold you, and you alone, wife. I have no heart, but every bone in my body, and what I have of a soul, is yours."
Before he let go of her finger, he did something he promised Papyrus he wouldn't do yet, but he couldn't stop himself. Not after that. He took away the 1% of energy that bonded her to Asriel.
She now only carried his. He watched monsters start to clap, especially Undyne and Alphys who had made their way over there. "Aw, crud." Great. He pointed to both of them, speaking in monster again. "Not a word to my wife in her language."
"Aw, it's sooo sweet!" Alphys came toward him and Frisk, still speaking monster. "You are doing what you need to do, but at the same time, you're respecting her human need to go slower than monsters. I even heard you calling her wife over and over."
"Yeah, I heard stubborn mule wife between that," Undyne said toward Sans.
"Nah, it ain't like that," Sans came back on them. "Look? I . . . I don't have to explain anyway."
"Disrespect was high for the sharing marriage." Undyne said it knowingly. "Earning back respect isn't something I look down on, Sans. I get it." She smirked. "Smart too. Making her say that in monster. Calling her wife in monster too. That's using your brain. Except, you never use the same words over and over. Bud, Buddy, Fella, Pal, Amigo, Chum, Kid. You should have at least three extra words. Won't look as suspicious."
"Yeah, you might be right there." Sans chuckled as he caught Frisk's glare. "She hates when we talk monster. Silly wife."
"There's one," Undyne said. "So wife. Stubborn mule wife. Silly wife."
"Loving wife?" Alphys asked Sans. "That's always been so pretty."
"Loving wife?" Sans didn't know about that. "I mean. She doesn't know what I'm saying but-"
"Oh!" Alphys shook her head and bowed. "Oh, no , I'm sorry, Sans," Alphys. "I didn't mean to insinuate Toriel was wrong or anything. You are who you are, and I think that's great! This marriage, I guess I just got confused with the way you looked at Frisk."
"I am who I am?" Sans questioned her. "Toriel? What do you mean?"
"That you are the most supportive and best friend in all of its existence to do this for Frisk!" Alphys answered.
"Uh? Oh." Toriel said that? "Kay?" Then why wasn't she at her son's own announcement party? Maybe later, after we get home. Oh yeah, one more thing. He looked toward the crowd. Papyrus wasn't going to like this next part, but he had to say it. No one had an announcement and just buzzed off without mentioning it. So, he addressed everyone in monster once more. "Well, this was lovely, but it's time to go home and explore my horny wife," Sans said.
"Sans, what did you say?!" Papyrus complained in monster. "Ooh, if she knew what you just said-!"
"She don't speak it. Leave me alone about it, had to be said. Everyone says it." Sans grabbed Frisk's hand and spoke back in her language. "We are done now, Paperclip, let's go home and get some cocoa."
"Paperclip?" Frisk asked.
"Uh? Oh, that's actually a word in your language?" Sans joked. "Yeah, uh. Well, for evolution, I just have to use my regular words for ya, and turn them into monster. That's all."
"Am I supposed to do something similar?" Frisk asked. "Should I call you something?"
"Um." He looked at the small crowd that became very interested in them. Most of them couldn't speak Frisk's language. "You could call me, uh, Jattehoon."
"Jaaah .. . tuh . . . hun?" Frisk tried. "Jattehoon."
"Yeah. On occasion. Especially around other monsters," Sans said. "I'll call ya Moonkose, Steberspa, Shniley-"
"Shniley?" Frisk whined. "What?"
"Nurspa?"
"No. I'll take Moonkose, and I guess if I'm irritating, Steberspa," Frisk said, already figuring out Steberspa wasn't the kindest addressal.
"And um. Paperclip?" Sans asked. "I won't use Paperclip much, I promise."
Frisk chuckled. "Fine, Paperclip."
"And um. One more?" Sans held his index finger up. "Jattemoon?"
Ooh. There was something about that word when he said it. It almost made her ear tingle from the pronunciation of it from Sans. "Um. Okay?"
"Okay. Good. Then, we're good." Sans looked toward Papyrus. "Okay. Who's ready for Papyrus' hot cocoa?"
"Me!" Papyrus announced. "Special recipe."
"Me too. Sorry, everybody, Sans has to get going. Papyrus, go give the envelopes to Asriel, then meet us back home?"
"Will do, Sans," Papyrus agreed.
"Bye, Sans!"
"Bye!"
"Have a nice time, Sansy!"
"We will spread the word!"
Sans and Papyrus' House . . .
Frisk looked around her. They were back at Sans and Papyrus' home.
"I will go get the cocoa." Papyrus said. "Sans, you take care of her."
"Yeah."
Frisk watched as the hood was finally removed completely. She watched as he started to unbutton her cloak and finally take the whole thing off.
"You're free, look at that." He chuckled for a second, then stopped as he looked at her. He didn't say anything about her dress at all.
"That is very pretty," Papyrus said when he came and saw her dress. "Time for hot cocoa yet?"
"Just a second." Sans grabbed Frisk's hand. "Come on over, Moonkose. Sit down a second, so we can chat."
Frisk sat down.
"So? There's something I've been meaning to tell you," Sans said. "Wanted to wait until this whole competition was over. Then, it'd all just be out of the way. Whether it was me or Asriel or whatever."
"Ooh! We should do the cocoa first," Papyrus pointed out. "She had a rough day already, Sans."
"Oh yeah, right, jumping ahead. After today, you're going to need some before you get this too." Sans held his own cocoa tightly. "So, you're married to only me now. What do you think is next?"
"I don't really know," she said. "You used to say that when only you were married to me, you'd be able to set me free one day. But, you haven't mentioned that in months."
"Yeah," Sans said. "I didn't really look at the books, or the updated rules and modifications for awhile. I didn't really know how it was ran. I mean, it only changed a couple times when we were trapped down here, and it wasn't really an area of expertise for a sentry." He took his hot cocoa and drank it the way he used to drink catsup.
Frisk remembered that. He used to drink down catsup like that.
"They weren't good at all," Sans continued as he put the empty mug back on Papyrus' platter. "That's why I kept going with your plan to stay with Asriel."
"There are some very tough rules," Papyrus agreed. "It changed everything."
"Yeah," Sans agreed. "So now we are married, only us, through an evolution marriage instead. What do you think that means?"
Frisk shrugged.
"It means your mine," Sans said.
"And mine!" Papyrus also said. "Ours."
"Yep, ours."
"Hm?"
"Well, first, I have to do something. You gotta expose your soul," Sans said.
On the couch? Right there? "Do I really have to?" Frisk asked.
"Yes, Sister, it must be done." Papyrus stood back a little ways.
"You can trust me and Papyrus."
"We will decimate anyone who would try and hurt your exposed soul!" Papyrus said proudly.
"Yep," Sans agreed. "Come on."
Frisk nodded and gave the okay. She watched her soul fill the room. She watched as lots of blue smoke started to flow away from her soul. Sans was taking his power back? In fact, she was starting to notice that it was getting very cold in the room and started to tremble.
"Now for hot cocoa?" Sans held it out to her after her soul was tucked back away.
"Yes, please!" Frisk grabbed the hot cocoa quickly. Never had she been that cold before!
"Okay. What you're feeling?" Sans pointed out. "That's Snowdin's true chill. That's the reason your friend Gloria never traveled to Hotlands or to Snowdin until Asriel married her. Even G and M 1, Toriel probably just popped her there. It's a lot for a mere human, but its okay. It's only temporary."
"Sans will give you a little more power, day by day," Papyrus said. "You aren't in a regular marriage. You are in Evolution."
"Evolution?" Frisk questioned. "What's the difference?"
"Oh? About a thousand kids," Sans said. "One per year of your life for starters."
What?!
"Evolution is much different. Sans left you about one percent of his power." Paprus looked toward the cocoa that was now empty in Frisk's hand. "I'll need to get more cocoa soon again."
This weather? This feeling? "Why is this weather so cold?"
"Thems the temperatures. Closer to that one place. Atlantica."
"Antarctica," Papyrus corrected.
"Right," Sans chuckled. "Antarctica. What do you Snow about that? I must have water on the brain to get that wrong." He was trying for a joke. "The one percent of my energy is what's keeping you pretty much alive."
"Okay, so I'm not just a wimp?"
"Nah, not at all. The first time you came through here, you had another soul attached to you," Sans said. "Second time? Well, by the time I brought you all the way here, you already had a lot of my power. Even when you came, from the blue in your eyes . . ." He delayed himself. "Gaster had already given you a good amount of power," Sans said. "First time I see you got green eyes. Lovely, Frisk."
Papyrus handed her another cup of cocoa. "Thanks," Frisk said to him as she took it. She really needed them right now. Especially with the way Sans just said 'lovely' to her. It wasn't like him.
"Evolution was only used one time in history," Sans said. "When we were put down here. See, only the survivors were brought down here, and not all of them were all romantically smudgeoned when most of their family had been bludgeoned." He tried for it again, trying to make the intensity less intense. "For the good of the monsters to survive, Queen Toriel and King Asgore made a new book. Evolution. Pap?"
"It took all the monsters that had counterparts, for the easiest birthing chances, and who were old enough to have children, and had them try to infuse to marry each other. If it didn't work, they would try another pair. Another pair. And another pair until someone infused. It improved the chances that monster kind would continue to survive," Papyrus said.
"Oh?" Oh wow. Frisk never knew about that. "Just trying to infuse? Well, those weren't romantic relationships."
"Nah, and some never would become romantic," Sans reasoned. "When they infused right though, like it or not, it made them family. Evolution helped find that energy spot."
"If the relationship was more Sister, Daughter, or Friend in the end, it could be abolished," Papyrus said. "Just like Sans just abolished Asriel's energy completely away without even telling you at the announcement ceremony."
"She didn't need that one percent hanging around," Sans muttered to him. "Not after that move."
Frisk saw her wedding band glow slightly along with his when Papyrus said that.
"Anyhow, they each followed a set of rules for so long, to see which way it slipped," Papyrus continued. "However, because it had so many weak spots, many relationships did not flourish the way royalty wanted."
That wasn't the fault of the book. Having to find and share energy with a stranger that infused right, and make them your wife or husband? They couldn't honestly blame a book on that.
"Anyhow, Evolution helps to nail down the instinct the monster is feeling, that made the successful fusions happen," Sans said. "Humans and monsters are different. More than just the strength of our souls. And, uh? I don't know if we are going to be able to explain it right to you, 'cause I don't think there's anything at all close for humans. But we'll try. Do you know what instinct is for a monster?"
"I know it's very strong," Frisk said. "Gloria said Asriel tried to explain it, but she couldn't understand it. Just that whatever Asriel felt, you felt ten times worse."
"More than ten times worse," Papyrus insisted as he grabbed Frisk's cloak and placed it loosely on her. Oh thank goodness, so nice and warm. "It's um. It's um?" Papyrus looked toward Sans. "Ooh, I know!" He gestured to Frisk. "You know how fast it was okay to visit Undyne after she brutally tried to murder you several times?"
Oh. She needed that reminder? Undyne was so powerful. "Yes?"
"That's sort of it, but not really," Papyrus said. He looked toward Sans. "How are we going to explain this to a human? They are just so . . . numb."
"Hmm." Sans seemed stumped too. "Infusion makes instinct more powerful, and its presence known. But. It's already got to be there?"
Frisk didn't know how to help them explain. "Infusion makes instinct more powerful, but it has to be there." Okay. Still so far away.
"Gaster used me. He used me because I had 1 soul hit point," Sans said, "but he wouldn't have bothered if he didn't know we'd fuse right. And he?" Sans sighed. "He was ran across through a hundred timelines. And that won't make any sense either, but he must have picked up that we would fuse fine. I mean, chances with you as a monster were 1 in 100, you as a human would be like 1 in . . . 10,000? Either way, somehow Instinct connected and . . . I've run dimensional tests for Gaster in the past that were easier to explain than this, Papyrus."
"Well, we need to at least-" Papyrus clapped his bony hands together and pointed at Frisk. "I dated you!"
"Yeah, that's a good place to start," Sans said. "That's where we started to figure it out."
When they started? "When I first fell?"
"It's not strong. It's a little strong," Papyrus said. "Okay, not really. Instinct by itself can't be recognized without infusion easily. And, the second soul attached to you numbed it even further."
"Barely felt it," Sans admitted. "Think a little, but not a whole lot. Shouldn't have felt a thing. Even with the second soul, but things for you were . . . different. Intense. Recent and pretty heavy."
"Too heavy," Papyrus insisted. "Even if we had known, there's no way we could have told you about it."
"It." Frisk was trying. "It being . . . instinct?"
"Yes, instinct, even back then. I felt instinct, and that's why I asked you on a date," Papyrus said. "Not much, can't feel much, but I could feel something different about you. I was trying to figure you out. But, as I said before, I was not romantically into you."
"Yeah." Which was good. Come on, Frisk. Sans and Papyrus are seriously trying to explain something. There must be a way for you to understand it.
"Anyhow, Gaster saw the connection, so then he infused you," Sans said. "Papyrus and I had to talk to each other more than a few times to figure out the connections. Hm. But?"
"I'm sorry," Papyrus said. "I really am. We really are. But, Gaster wanted the connection to be as strong as possible, and he must have known somehow . . ."
"He couldn't have done anything the first time," Sans said. "He wasn't out of the Underground, he was trapped in it. I can't explain how, I just know that he couldn't be out."
What? Frisk watched as Sans and Papyrus both touched her hand.
"We are the loneliest kind in the Underground," Papyrus admitted. "Sans and I are the last two Skeleton monsters. We've been the last two, since we've been dropped in. When we are gone, there will be no more. And because of that, we . . ."
"Wanted more," Sans said. "We wanted our mom and our dad. We wanted a lot more of what we used to have. The day we dropped in. We lost everything."
"So when you fell, and you were torn from your loss and former . . . attachments," Papyrus said slowly. "Even without infusion, that same feeling reached out. It was trapped."
"Barely felt."
"But it was there, and it only became stronger once we met you again, without any second soul clouding the way," Papyrus said.
Okay. "Because I lost my family, your instinct connected to me?" Frisk asked.
"Getting closer," Sans said. "Gaster wanted a perfect infusion though. Equal. One to one. I didn't think about it at first. I mean, everyone was after you. But when I left your home, your Aunt was getting help, and your cousin Maxie should have been right there with her."
Oh. No. Oh no.
"Even if you didn't know, your soul still knew it, Frisk. Gaster knew you'd wish for home once-"
"No!" She covered her eyes. Her Uncle Gaster. "He killed them?" To make the strongest connection possible?
"Don't know what happened to your parents," Sans said quickly again, "Gaster couldn't have been involved in that. But. Pap and I are pretty certain. He's responsible for the second loss."
Frisk curled herself up. She could understand him wanting to take her soul. For his own life, people did strange things for self-preservation. But? He killed them. He outright killed them.
"Nah, nah, don't curl up and hide again." Sans wrapped his arms around her. "Hiding doesn't do anything for the soul but make it heavier. It's heavy enough, Moonkose."
She felt Papyrus sit on the other side, and wrap his arms around her too. Odd. It felt like. No. That's . . .
///I was trying to figure you out. But, as I said before, I was not romantically into you.///
/// Even if we had known, there's no way we could have told you about it."///
///"Infusion makes instinct more powerful, but it has to be there."///
///"We wanted our mom and our dad. We wanted a lot more of what we used to have. The day we dropped in. We lost everything." ///
/// "That same feeling reached out. It was trapped."///
"Infusion. Instinct. Infusion is marriage, but it's really instinct greatly amplified, while instinct itself is . . ."
"I think she might have got it," Sans said to Papyrus. "Don't freak out, okay?" he said to her. "But, instinct is this primal urge to . . . uhhh . . ."
"You feel like the closest sister," Papyrus said, "as well as our closest daughter."
Daughter? Frisk looked between them. "You think of me as a daughter?"
"Sister. Daughter. Adopted families of humans is probably the best we can get," Sans said. He beat on his chest, where his heart should be. "You smack me and Papyrus, here. All the time." He moved his bony hand back and forth, simulating a heartbeat. "Because you fused right with my energy, and you have energy that's related to Papyrus. That made the instinct hit even harder."
"A lot of families feel much less energy, because their 'kind' is so much bigger," Papyrus said to Frisk, "It keeps that feeling more spaced out and even among their kind. Like Froggits."
"Lots of Froggits, too many to count now," Sans added. "But me and Papyrus? We carry it all. We are the last Skeletons in existence."
"And even if you aren't a real Skeleton monster, you fused right, like a real one would. So we feel it intensely, Sister!" Papyrus said, giving her another hug. "As well as when it's lost. Like, when you mess with Asriel's energy. It feels like-"
"Let's not go there," Sans said. "It's over. It's done with."
"It felt like a betrayal stabbing you." Oh no. All those times she had to become closer to Asriel, she was hurting them? They could feel the change in her? Sans said I didn't feel good when I had his energy, but they really felt the changings in it? "It's like a daughter, running up to someone else, and calling them father. A wife having an affair. A sister replacing you with a new brother." But . . . which had they thought of her as?
" . . . yeah." Sans finally spoke. "I didn't want you to know that though, Moonkose."
"Anyhow, that connection is felt, but what you are to each other isn't as clear. Another father? A brother? A son? But, the Evolution marriage will help us determine where you are inside our instinct, by wiping out most of the infusion confusion, and letting it build, while building a relationship!" Papyrus gestured to Sans. "With that, I leave to make more cocoa so your husband can talk to you."