Father and son relationship
Sans has barely talked to Gaster after that test. That got Frisk worried.
"Sans...You ok...??" He blinked in surprise at the question.
"yeah, why you asking, baby-bones?" Frisk looked at him with a sad look.
"It's just that...i feel like i may have affected your relationship with your dad--" Sans chuckled.
"no no no...i-....listen none of that is your fault, ok? he doesn't mean what he's saying i know...but...." He looks down and sighs. He puts both hands on his sockets.
"fffuuuuckkkk...it shouldn't be bothering me...it's stupid really..." Frisk frowned.
"It's not stupid..." Frisk said, scooching closer. He groaned.
"i know he doesn't mean it, i know he says it to tease or make the situation less serious, so why does it still hurt?!? why does it bother me?!?!? i just don't get it-- what am i doing wrong?!" Frisk blinked in surprise and then pulled him in a hug.
"Sans...no...He loves you so so much...Don't..." He hugs her back and tightens his grip, pulling her close. She sighs.
"I'm sorry....This is my fault, isn't it??" He frowned.
"what?! no! that's all his fault and his fault alone...freaking old man..." Frisk couldn't help but still feel guilty. She decided she wanted to help the situation. She was determined.
Frisk was stomping her way to the kitchen.
"Ah, hello Frisk! How may i he-...what are you doing with my spoon??" He asked as she snatched his spoon and pointed up with it.
"You go talk to your son. Now." Gaster raised a bone-brow.
"What...? Why? Is he ill or something?"
"Yeah, to the head! You've been teasing him non stop and all you have been doing is putting pressure on him. The guy even proved he can remember me in less than 24 hours if i get deleted. Go talk!" Gaster blinked in surprise.
"Pressure...?? Teasing...??" He asked confused. Frisk face-palmed.
"The whole 'my least favorite child', 'pervert', all that stuff? When he helps you in the lab?? When you judge him for being clingy?? Explain to your fucking son how you love him before he starts a self hate train!" Frisk said starting to walk away. She frowned as she stopped in the doorway.
"Because that train can never be stopped...and one day an impending crash will come. You can't run from that....I've tried..." She walked away leaving the older skeleton alone in the kitchen. What has he done...??
Sans was walking downstairs to get some ketchup.
"Ah, Sans! Just the person i wanted to see? Do you want to take a stroll together??" Sans tilted his head in confusion.
"uhh...what...? walking together..? is this some prank? you usually teleport like me. ehh whatever, i'm getting my ketchup." Gaster frowned as he was dismissed by his son. He picked the bottle up and teleported back to his room. Frisk glared at the older skeleton from the couch as she got up, closed her book and left.
"1/10. Try again." She said as she was climbing the stairs. Yeah...that was a pitiful attempt.
"Sans! Do you want a ride to school??" Sans blinked in surprise.
"a ride...? where's frisk??" Gaster shrugged.
"She had some activities early that she needed to attend. So, what do you say?" Sans looked away and shrugged. They both went to the garage where Gaster's car was. He smiled proudly as he saw it. Sans rolled his eyes, in his head he was thinking that his father loves even a car more than him. They both got in and that's when things got awkward.
"So? How's life?" Sans snorted.
"that's your best attempt at small talk?" He said, slightly amused at his father's awkwardness. He always seemed so confident and above the others.
"You're right...I'm not good with this type of stuff." Sans blinked in surprise. Did his old man just say- HE was right? Now that's a first.
"How is it going with Frisk then? To be honest, last week when you went out together? You were a smiling mess." He chuckled as he remembered that as well. He was always a smiling and goofy mess around her.
"it was...fine...agh who am i kidding- you already know i always have a good time with her." Gaster chuckled.
"Indeed so it seems." Sans raised a bone-brow waiting for anything. Scolding for touching her? Telling him he's a pervert? But none of that came. It felt weird, but...kind of nice.
"You know, Sans...If anything is bothering you, you can talk to me, right?" Sans tilted his head in confusion.
"why that all of a sudden?" Gaster shrugged as he pulled out in the school's parking lot.
"Because you seem like something is on your mind lately...And i care." Sans couldn't believe what he was hearing. He smiled and waved his father as he exited the car then saw Frisk as she came to him and she smiled. He hugged her and almost cried.
"he cares..." Frisk snorted and patted his skull.
"Of course he does, silly...I'm sorry to kill the mood but we have a biology test in 5." Oh, oops-
Things were a bit awkward from there. They weren't teasing each other and they weren't really talking like they used to. Sans missed the small fights with his father over Frisk but he also wanted to feel appreciated and he didn't know how to tell that to his father. It was like the words were stuck on his tongue. Frisk was watching from the couch as the two were giving awkward glances to each other. Frisk and Papyrus looked at each other and nodded. Frisk and Papyrus got up, pushed the two into the large storage room and locked the door.
"HEY! YOU TWO! LET US OUT!!" Frisk frowned.
"THEN TALK YOUR FUCKING PROBLEM OUT! I AM NOT GOING TO STAND BY AND WATCH ANOTHER FAMILY CRUMBLE! NOW GO GO!!" Frisk said as both Papyrus and her slid down against the door. Gaster and Sans looked at each other and grumbled.
"god damn it...she's so determined..." Gaster raised his hands.
"I KNOW RIGHT?!" They both chuckled awkwardly.
"...but...speaking of opening up....dad..i...i don't know how to put this into words but--" Gaster sighed.
"I don't know how to put mine either."
"i...i miss the old conversations we had...they were fun, you know?" Gaster finger gunned him.
"Exactly!"
"but...i...there's something wrong with me...the teasing just-- aghhh!!" Gaster looked at him with a saddened look.
"I was too harsh...wasn't i...?" Sans looked away and rubbed his neck. Gaster sat down.
"I get it...I have been acting like Frisk has been my favorite the whole time...I..I didn't mean to....Sans, i love you just as much as Frisk, maybe more. You are MY son. Don't ever let anything i say or others say make you think otherwise." Sans looked at Gaster with wide sockets.
"y-you um...you mean that...??" Gaster chuckled.
"Of course i do, Sans...Heh, you're just like your mother....Also don't tell the other two but, you're actually my favorite. The least troublesome.... " He teared up as Gaster opened his arms and Sans hugged him. Gaster stroked his back.
"I'm so sorry...." Gaster said. Frisk and Papyrus looked at each other and high fived. Papyrus then hugged Frisk and she chuckled. The two unlocked the door and started leaving.
"WAIT YOU'RE NOT TELLING THEM...??" Frisk snorted.
"Pfft- no. They ate my fucking snacks yesterday."
Frisk and Papyrus were eating pizza on the couch and watching TV. Gaster and Sans just left the storage room and were tapping their foot, annoyedly. Frisk offered them a slice. Sans snorted and teleported right next to her on the couch and took it. Gaster face-palmed.
"You all are grounded." Frisk looked at Papyrus and Sans and all three nodded. Sans pushed Gaster with his blue magic in the storage room and locked the door. Gaster banged on the door and started yelling. Frisk snorted.
"How long till he realizes he can teleport out...??" Papyrus laughed. Sans put his hand forward.
"bet 5G he'll sleep there." Frisk smirked.
"Alright, bet." They shook hands and Gaster just got out of the room. Frisk put her hand up in triumph. Then they all realized the impending doom.
"Run." Frisk jumped over the couch at the speed of light and Papyrus jumped off and started running. Sans just saluted and teleported. They were fucked.