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It was a beautiful afternoon in the surface world. Papyrus was holding up Frisk so they could reach the doorbell of their new home. The electric doorbell played a tune: “Bing bong bong…” It was hard to tell who was more excited by this: Frisk or Papyrus.
Sans was standing besides Toriel, hands in his pockets, watching his brother and Frisk goof around.
“Thanks again for letting us stay with you, Toriel,” he said. “I've never seen Pap so happy.”
“Oh, Sans, say nothing of it,” Toriel said warmly. “I have been alone for so long that it is a joy to have a full house.”
“Ms. Toriel!” Papyrus cried, bounding towards them.
“Toriel will do, Papyrus,” she said kindly.
“Yes! Toriel, miss!” he said. “Frisk asks if ice cream for dinner is acceptable.”
“I think not,” Toriel said. “But we could have some for desert.”
“Ah, a compromise!” Papyrus said. “I shall carry your proposal to my associate.”
He turned around and added: “My associate is Frisk.”
Toriel smiled.
Papyrus came back immediately and said: “Your proposal was accepted.”
“Good,” Toriel said.
“Can I make a further proposition?” he asked.
“Of course,” Toriel smiled.
“Might the ice cream be spaghetti flavoured?”
“I do not think that is possible,” Toriel said doubtfully. “But I can chill some spaghetti in the freezer for you.”
“Wowie!” Papyrus exclaimed. “That is some fancy cooking!”
He ran back to Frisk.
“Sorry for landing you with twice as many kids to take care of,” Sans grinned.
“Well, I have you to help me,” Toriel said contentedly.
Sans glanced at her.
“Heh,” he said. “Yeah.”
They stood in silence for quite some time, until Sans said:
“Knock, knock.”
“Who is there?” Toriel said, smiling.
“The sunset,” Sans answered.
Toriel looked up and saw the crimson sky.
“Oh yes,” she breathed. “It is beautiful.”
They watched the sunset together. Papyrus and Frisk also came to watch.
“I do not think I will ever get used to that,” Toriel said with tears in her eyes.
“Yeah,” Sans said, ruffling Frisk's hair. “It's pretty nice.”