Extra takes place after the Eros/Agape Ending!
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You take care to look at every detail composing the home, fingers brushing with the couch, worn with time and age. A thin sheet of dust covers almost everything around, a testament to how much time had passed since his last visit. Surprisingly, the kitchen's the cleanest of them all, and there's police tape preventing you from going up the stairs, multiple doors present on the second floor.
"It's. . . the first time I've ever brought someone so close to me here. Hadda known we'd get married, I woulda fought harder to keep this place as mine."
His comment, while solemn, doesn't make you frown. Instead, anger seeps into your thoughts, the thought him and Papyrus had been left without their first home making you wonder over just what had been going on with the background checks you weren't assigned to. Had it been possible, you would've worked your very best to take more cases under your wing and prevent scenarios like these from becoming a frequent reality.
Determination strikes when you see Faust hug the monster -- his father and your husband, two things you were yet to process fully -- and encourage him, what he says next sending waves of uncertainty into your thoughts. "Can't we fight and get it back? You guys did all that just to get married!"
Sans blinks and stays quiet, looking dazed from your perspective. "It's different, bud. This's way harder than anything else we've done."
"Harder than fighting the mayor, a flower, and my ex?" you taunt, a smile showing on your lips. "It's been a year, Sans. I think we can try this out -- Technically, I qualify to work under that department again now that things are settling down."
The monster lets out a shaky breath, irises casting up at the second floor, first at the last door and then at the first one of them all. He closes his eye sockets and huffs, seeming troubled over the concept. "Don't think I'd be strong enough for it, in all honesty," he says, a waver in his tone. "I. . . I tried to do that alone before, and it didn't work out. All my notes, blueprints, and inventions got taken away. The only things I could keep were those books I wrote, and that's 'cuz I had a digital copy of them on my phone."
Instinctively, you place a hand over your chest, feeling your soul warm up for two. The book he had gifted you had allowed for the two of you to have another child, one you'd been carrying on your soul for the past month. In contrast to human reproduction, spiritual intimacy was needed to form a new soul, said soul who'd take a whole year to form -- three more months compared to your kind. Not only that, but both male and female respectively could carry that soul in theirs. The major and primary requirement for it to be successful was that there had to be sufficient amount of Hope -- something Sans was still working with -- in one of the two souls engaged in the process, and that both had to be in agreement and affection with the other soul.
Long story short, you were carrying another soul in your soul -- as weird as that sounded, and you would have to wait eleven more months to see the new addition to your family. Smiling wider at that thought, you let go of your chest and approach Sans and Faust, hugging the former of the two. "Who says you're gonna do this alone, honey? I'm here, and from the looks of it, Faust and a bunch other people, too. Those things they took away from you were your hard work. As long as it didn't cause any harm to anyone, like. . . like Alphys's experiments did, then I think you should go for it. You're strong enough."
He hugs you back, Faust joining in on the embrace. "You really think so?"
"I do," you reply, kissing his cheekbone. Then, you bring your lips closer to his ear cavity, whispering your next words. "How about we break the law and cross that police tape? After Faust goes off to the inn next door, I mean."
"S'that a double meaning for you wantin' to see my room?" he mutters back, just as quiet as you.
You laugh and shove away from the hug, nudging his shoulder when you're free. "You dork -- You know what I mean with that!"
While Faust seems confused at the two of you engaging in banter, he looks just as happy to be witnessing the event all the same. Now free, he wanders off to the kitchen, where his eyes travel around to witness Papyrus's experiences in cooking. Despite how clean and tidy everything is, there's evidence of his amateurity spread around, from permanent burn marks to broken and chipped utensils. Clearly, he'd made plenty of progress considering he was a chef now.
"Wanna head over to the shop? Faust hasn't eaten anythin' in a while."
You turn back to Sans's side, nodding when you process his question. "Sure," you say, calling Faust back over. "Let's go."
"I'm not hungry yet!"
"Kitchen take away your appetite?" Sans comments, a laugh following after. "I understand, bud."
"It's not that," Faust says, hands on his hips. "I'm just not done exploring Snowdin yet!" His eyes spark as his mouth gapes, an idea appearing to cross with him. "There's also Hotland waiting for us, too -- A- And. . . And the Monster King's old home, too. I. . . I can't rest now!"
You both smile at his excitement, a chuckle being heard from the monster. "Ya ain't goin' nowhere 'till ya have somethin' to eat first. You can't adventure on an empty stomach -- Just ask Frisk and they'll tell ya all about it."
Another idea seems to arrive into Faust's mind at the mention of that name, hope shining on his face. "Can I bring them with me next time?"
"As long as you eat something, dear," you chime in, smile growing when you see Sans grin at your intervention.
"Smooth," he comments, winking.
Surely enough, Faust is convinced. He rushes off out of the house before either one of you can say anything about it, the sound of snow crunching growing fainter as he goes. When you're both left alone, Sans places his hand over where your soul would be, looking up at you afterwards. "How's it going? Hurt anywhere?"
His questions -- while silly, considering how little development the soul's had -- are understandable, how grave yours was a year ago enough for you to ease his worries down. "It's fine, honey," you answer, holding his hand. "Feels a little warmer now that I'm looking after two souls, but it's a different kind of warmth compared to that time I got hurt."
He nods, kissing your lips. "I'm glad." Those words are just as calid as your soul and the one still forming, the light in his irises matching with it.
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The following extra was inspired by one of my readers on Ao3! She'd mentioned about wanting to see a scene where the reader and Sans would have a second child in the family, and seeing as following readers' suggestions was what made this rewrite happen, I figured I'd add that in here, haha!
To explain, one of my old readers in the 2015 version of this story said she wanted to see a marriage happen. It didn't happen in the first version, but here it did, aye. ;-)))
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