Sansational

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[ AU WHERE FRISK IS A TEENAGER AND YOUR ADOPTIVE CHILD AND MONSTERS WERE NEVER AT WAR WITH HUMANS ]

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"How did you meet Dad?"

Out of all the questions your child could have asked, it had to be that one...

You did not want to tell them this story since it was not a cliché romance meeting you always see in those cheesy romantic comedies. And to be honest, you wanted Frisk to continue to think you and Sans met under those circumstances because it's sure as hell better than how you actually met.

...But there comes a time where every child asks that one question...

Frisk gives you a patient look.

So they're not leaving until they get an answer. Alright, if that's how they want to play, then...

"Go ask your dad," you give them a sweet smile, "I don't remember a lot of the details, so you're better off questioning him."

"But–"

"No buts."

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?" they pout.

You keep your ground, "No means no, Frisk."

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?" they give you their best puppy-eyes.

Great, now you can't deny them now, can you?

You sigh and decide to give in, "Fine. Sit down. I'll tell you from the beginning."

Frisk happily collapses onto the ground in front of you. They are so ready for this. Of course, their parents met in a super duper awesome way, just like their armless friend at school! Frisk thought.

You began, "It was a rainy day..."

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The depressing grey blobs known as clouds were causing heavy precipitation, and you couldn't be more angry at the world than right now. You got fired because of some dumb rumour your co-workers made up. The weatherman said it was going to be all sunshine and rainbow today, but it ended up raining hard (you didn't have your umbrella with you). To top it all off, you just got splashed by a speeding SUV.

"Yeah, you better drive away, you fucking asshat!" you shout at the disappearing car.

God... today's just not your day, is it? You just want to go home and change out of these muddy clothes and lay in bed and cry...

You didn't feel the wet pelting drops on you anymore.

"Are you alright?"

There was an umbrella above you, shielding the rain droplets away. You were still soaking wet, but you appreciate the effort.

"Yeah, just fine and dandy." you give the nice skeleton a half-smile. "Sorry for making you use your umbrella on me."

"It is quite alright! I am the The Great Papyrus, and I always help a person in need because what hero doesn't!?" he makes you hold the umbrella. "Keep this and return it to me when you deem it not of use to you anymore!"

You tried to protest, "But I couldn't–"

"Nonsense! I can see you are having a bad day! There is no reason on why you should continue to get rained on more! I cannot allow that." he poses, his arms on his waist...pelvis...? and his red scarf-cape flowing greatly in the wind. "So, goodbye for now, friend." he leaves.