Nice day today~
It's a beautiful day outside.
Birds are singing,
flowers are blooming.
It's on days like these,
That monsters like us....
"*Should be enjoying the outdoors, maybe having a picnic together!" Toriel Dreemurr, former queen of monsters, set a cinnamon-butterscotch pie upon a cooling rack, steam curling from its surface. She, Sans, Papyrus, Undyne, Alphys, Frisk, Asgore, and even Flowey lived together in a home that they had put money together to build. It was nice, really, and though it took some time to adjust, things ended up working out for the best. The unmistakable smell of Toriel's cinnamon-butterscotch pie wafted through the house, grins forming upon the occupants' faces.
Frisk nodded as a response to Toriel, as they weren't one for much talking. It was undoubtedly a nice, crisp day outside, as Halloween came from around the corner. It left everyone in a great mood, too. They wouldn't mind a picnic with the others, even Flowey. Frisk had come back for Flowey as soon as everyone settled into New Home. He pretty much lived in a flower pot, of course. Ever since they had met Asriel- the REAL Asriel- Frisk had made up their mind.
They'd do absolutely everything possible to SAVE Flowey.
Sans had been re-reading those blueprints again, writing down certain instructions and parts he needed. He'd have to go back out to the city to buy some materials, for sure, as he wasn't able to bring what he did have already done to the Surface. He was stressing out again, wasn't he? There was no need to, as Frisk had promised him so many times that they would never think of pressing that dreaded RESET button again. And yet, something nagged at the back of his mind. The distant smell of cinnamon-butterscotch pie came to his conscious, pulling him to reality. How long had he been working?
Sans rolled up the blueprints, storing away the list and multiple notes, hoping that no one would ever find them. He really didn't want to keep this from the others, especially Frisk, but he had to. Placing the documents into a drawer, Sans turned off his light and went downstairs, where the others had began to gather as well. Usually, when Toriel made her cinnamon-butterscotch pie, it meant she probably had something to say. Sure enough, as soon as the monsters, including a small, white dog for some reason, she began to announce, "*It's such nice weather out, and I believe that we should all have a picnic, what with little wind and rain!" Papyrus nodded, and responded with his usual loud and confident tone, "THAT SOUNDS LIKE AN EXCELLENT IDEA, NOT-ACTUALLY-ASGORE! WILL THERE BE SPAGHETTI?"
Sans couldn't hold back a grin as his brother said this. Toriel was, of course, aware of his cooking skills, as both he and Undyne had 'helped' her make a cinnamon-butterscotch pie. It had been turned into a semi-liquid bowl of butterscotch, cinnamon dumped all over the top. Then they got Frisk to try it, though Toriel had tried to stop the two. Man, that kid sure is DETERMINED. They actually took a bite of the stuff, caked in cinnamon, and managed not to cough the powder out. Of course, as soon as Undyne and Papyrus went away in triumph, they had to cough up that cinnamon.
Toriel nodded however, though her eyes gave a look of caution to the taller skeleton. "*Of course there will, Papyrus!" Papyrus gave a "Nyeh heh heh!" before she continued. "*We'll go tomorrow, if that's alright with everyone's schedule!" They responded with nods and 'yes' before Toriel began to give slices of pie to the monsters.
For the first time in so long, Sans actually felt himself relax.
Everything was fine. No RESETS. That means no more timelines like that last one. His left eye glinted with a faint dark blue just from the thought of what had happened then.
Frisk grinned practically ear-to-ear as they received a slice of cinnamon-butterscotch pie from Toriel. It was nice, knowing that it'd be like this, no more resetting.
They made a promise that they intended to keep, to the very end.