Wedding Bells
Frisk brushed off their familiar suit in preparation for the next day.
Undyne and Alphys were getting married tomorrow.
They were practically vibrating in excitement. And nerves.
“Friskkkkk….” Flowey groaned from the windowsill. They turned around, brow raised. Flowey flopped over on the edge of the pot dramatically. “Go to sleep Friskkkkkk….”
“But you don’t need sleep Flowey.”
The plant rolled his eyes. “Well duh! And you don’t need to stay up half the night practicing your speech! Go to bed Frisk or I’ll call Toriel and tell her you aren’t sleeping.”
“Low blow Flowey.” Flowey didn’t miss the small smirk, so he figured the nagging was appreciated.
“Get ready for bed or I’ll put you there myself.” He made a face at the sly wink Frisk gave him. “Ugh! Don’t be an idiot! You know what I meant!”
Frisk huffed a laugh and moved towards the bathroom. “Fine, fine! I’ll get ready. Get some rest too Flowey.”
Flowey turned towards the window with a small huff of his own. “Can’t! I’m a flower!”
There was only silence in response mixed with the sound of running water.
Soon enough Frisk climbed into bed and turned off the lamp. “’Night Flowey.”
Flowey rolled his eyes but a vine pulled up the quilt at the foot of their bed when he was sure they were asleep.
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Virgil was pouring coffee in the kitchen when Roman stumbled in in his suit.
“It’s too earlyyyyyy…. How are you all awake…?”
Virgil slid his brother a mug of brew. “Been awake since five. Pop tart?”
Roman took a sip and sat at the table. “Let me wake up first…”
“Food might help you wake up Roman. Hello Virgil.” Logan walked into the room and grabbed an apple from the bowl at the counter. He grabbed his usual mug from the drying rack and started preparing some tea. Nerd.
“How do you drink that stuff?”
Logan pursed his lips as he dunked the tea bag.
“I prefer the effects of tea to the ones of coffee. Less… jarring.”
“They both have caffeine ya nitwit. Earl Grey tastes like watered down cat pee anyway.”
“Says the one who drinks it when he thinks nobody is looking. Where are the others? They usually are awake at this time.”
“Patton probably forgot to set his alarm. I heard Picani in the shower. No clue about Remy or Dee.”
The front door opened with a jingle of keys. “I have pre-wedding pastries! Muffet had a batch left over from what she’s making for the reception, so eat up now or you won’t get any! I heard the whole Underground will be attending!”
Virgil groaned and slowly smacked his head into the counter as Remy set the bag down on the table.
They ate the pastries as Patton came downstairs, looking tired in his dress shirt and bedhead. He sat down at the table with a yawn. “G’morning.”
“You forget a hairbrush Pat?”
Patton reached up to touch his hair and gave a shrug. “I’ll probably fix it later. Where’s Picani?”
There was the sound of footsteps as Picani came down the stairs, full of energy. Which was uncommon this early in the morning.
“Gooooood morning!”
Roman blinked at him and took another sip of coffee. “How are you so…. Logan, word?”
“Energetic? Ebullient?” Logan frowned at his fogged-up glasses as he drank his tea.
“Yeah, that.”
“I would say something ill-tempered and sinister if I actually cared enough. We’re leaving in an hour.”
Roman went back to his coffee with a groan.
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They all piled into Toriel’s van and drove to where the wedding was to be taken place. It would take half an hour or so, so Sans took a nap in the backseat between Frisk, Chara, and Flowey, who sat on Frisk’s lap and growled at Sans.
“Do you do anything but sleep?” The flower whined.
“nope.”
“Technically you’re talking.” Chara pointed out.
“sleeptalking. doesn’t count.”
Borealis turned around to look at the four of them from her spot in the middle row. “You put too much effort into being lazy.”
“why spend effort on somethin’ when ya don’t have to?” Sans slurred.
He then promptly fell asleep. For real this time.
“Wow.”
Chara turned towards the rest of them. “Want to break out the-“
“No, Chara.” Toriel said from the front seat. They huffed.
“Why not?!”
“Because we are on our way to a wedding. I think Sans would be very put out if you drew on his face.”
“They’re water soluble!”
“No means no Chara.”
Chara sighed and turned to look out the window. Frisk straightened their tie and adjusted the tie around Flowey’s flowerpot. He halfheartedly hissed at them and the car fell into an uncomfortable silence. Toriel soon switched on the radio.
“Hello Mountain View! Welcome to-“
She fiddled with the dial until some music came up. “That’s better. This is Shyren’s new song, isn’t it?”
“I’ll Never Fall Down When I’m With You? I think so. Unless Bullet Buddies came out already.”
“I do not believe so my child. Is Sans still asleep?”
Frisk glanced over. “Yep.”
“wha? no, ‘m not ‘sleep…” Sans shook his head and sat up in his chair. “how long was i out?”
“Oh, only ten minutes or so. We are nearing the venue now.”
They all sat up straighter and looked out at their surroundings. Just a bunch of trees. Where was this place even at, anyway?
“Where are we going?”
Toriel took a small glance down at her phone screen for direction and turned onto a gravel road. “I believe that it is a nature reserve run by the Rangers of Mount Ebbot. It contains some of the few Golden Flowers naturally growing on the surface. Until Asgore came with his own garden that was one of the many tourist’s points in the reserve. They seem to have been declining in growth before we arrived.”
Chara shrugged and looked out the window. “Probably something to do with the fact that I was dead for about 800 years. Lots of stuff happened.”
Toriel looked uncomfortable at their blatant choice in words. “Please do not speak of it like that my child.”
Flowey grinned. “Yeah! It was closer to 700 anyway!”
“Flowey!” Frisk admonished.
“Children, please. Settle down.”
“Toriel’s right. Why don’t we change the subject? You guys have any cool ideas for my arm?” Borealis suggested.
Heads snapped up. The elemental laughed. “I take that as a yes. You guys had some good ones the last time we talked about it-“
“Knives.” Chara butted in.
“No, no, no. A flamethrower.” Flowey argued.
“Maybe something interchangeable so you can swap the pieces?” Frisk, ever the pacifist and mediator, tried to appease both sides.
“FIRE SWORDS!” Chara and Flowey shouted in unison.
Frisk facepalmed.
“no, no, no. ya all have got it wrong.” They looked at the skeleton expectantly.
“… well?”
“a ketchup dispenser.”
“…really?”
“either that or a spoon pocket. those can come in really handy in sword fights.”
“And exactly how many sword fights do we have on a daily basis?”
“in this town? who knows.”
“… I guess?”
“whaddaya mean? we get into armguments all the time.”
The car grew loud with groans and a few chuckles. Borealis gave Sans a sharp grin. “The Royal Guard can only do so much. We need to get a hilt on ourselves.”
Flowey groaned. “Does mercy mean nothing to you fools?!”
“not with puns it doesn’t.”
“What did we deserve to get this-“ He cut himself off abruptly.
“say it.” Sans’s grin grew wider.
Flowey was still frozen, eyes narrowing at the skeleton in hatred.
“say itttttt….” Sans goaded.
“Punishment.” Flowey spat out.
Sans and the fire elemental burst into laughter. Goat Mom couldn’t help but chuckle. Frisk couldn’t hide a smile. Flowey felt rather offended when he saw that Chara had to turn away to try and hide the same.
“Traitor.”
Everyone was too busy laughing to respond. Eventually the laughter died down until it was nothing but the occasional snort.
Toriel wiped her eyes with one hand steadying the wheel. “Oh my. Well, on that entertaining note, we are almost at the venue.”
“Ugh, FINALLY!” Chara and Flowey said in unison. Frisk just gave a thumb’s up.
They got out of the car, running into the Sanders in the parking lot. Virgil nodded a greeting as Patton and Roman burst out the hug train. Remy looked for a place to throw away his drink. Dee straightened his tie. Logan fixed it when he said he had done it wrong. Picani happily started up a conversation with the adults.
Somewhere in there Riverperson showed up in a fancy trimmed cloak and they all followed them inside, catching up with each other like they hadn’t seen one another for months, yet it had only been a matter of days.
They ate some food before the others arrived and the party could really start. Halfway through the first five minutes of the festivities a green portal opened and a group of people came through. The Egos, A bunch of people in outfits with superhero motifs- and a bubbly teenager about Remy and Dee’s age, who was practically bouncing with excitement. Tony turned towards Strange, who was looking as fancy as always, Cloak draped over his usual outfit.
“We’re late. Sherlock, we have to go back a few minutes.”
Strange just looked at the man and sighed, knowing he was being completely serious. “No.”
“Well what is that Eye of whatever supposed to do except be convenient?”
Cloak swatted at the superhero and Strange walked towards the food. Dee waved from across the room. “Hey Tony.”
He was promptly assaulted by a barrage of questions from the teenager, apparently named Peter.
“Ohmygosh hi! I’m Peter, Parker if you want my last name but-I-don’t-know-why-you-would-I-mean most-people-just-use-my-first-name-and-ooh-are-those-scales-they’re-so-pretty-“ He continued to ramble as Dee looked over at his twin with concern and awkwardness plain on his face.
‘Does he have an off switch?’ He mouthed. Peter obviously didn’t notice, as he was busy rambling about something to do with chemical balances and heat signatures. Remy shook with silent laughter.
Patton came up to the teen and held out a hand. “Hi, I’m Patton!”
Peter switched focuses. “Hi! I’m Peter! Peter Parker! Sorry about the whole… you know… getting in your face thing. I’m bad with new people.”
Virgil looked up from his phone from a few feet away. Another anxious person? He might actually have fun at this party despite all of the people here.
Logan sidled up. “I heard you talking about chemical compounds with my cousin here earlier. I was wondering if you had any more to say on that topic? You seem rather intelligent.”
Peter’s eyes widened and he broke into a smile. “Wow, really? Thank you! I actually have a few things on me-“ And the two of them were off, talking about tension and forces and chemical structures and carbon nanotubes before anyone could blink, walking away. The four of them looked mildly impressed.
“Huh. Who would have thought that Nerd over there would get into a science discussion?” They jumped.
“Virgil!”
“You have got to stop scaring us dude.”
He shrugged. “That’s no fun. Let’s get this party started.”