Sans twitled with his boney fingers. "Everything's going to be fine." Sans faintly said to himself. He looked at the glass table, peering at his reflection. "Looking good," Sans said pointing finger guns at his duplicate. He slowly returns to his original pose, his face becoming neutral. "I don't why I’m so worried, I'll do fine," Sans said, still with the blank face.
"Just be the good ol' Sans people always see you as." Sans said out loud for everyone to hear, people tip their cups to him, he smiles back. Sans nestled down in his chair. As relaxed as... Sans can be. Sans hears the bells of the bar sound, everyone's eyes darted toward the sound. Sans slowly leaned his head. As if some kind of holy light sprouted from the ceiling, focus on, "Toriel?" Sans said with an uneven smile and shaky eyes. She waves at everyone in the bar, they *all* wave back. "Sorry, it took me so long arrive," Toriel said taking a seat. Sans couldn't help but look down at her low cut purple dress. "I think I know why, You look amazin'," Sans said with a smirk, hiding his shocked side of himself. She covers her mouth, giggling. "I thought I'd eventually get used to the compliments, I guess not." She said giggling even harder. Sans smiled.
As he continued with the usual banter with Toriel. He couldn't help notice that Toriel was looking nicer than ever before. Not just, *Nicer* more... *sexy*... "Sans? you okay?" Sans eyes flashed open. "yeah-yeah I'm fine, something wrong." Sans said, his forming into confidence. "Oh, you just started staring at me... for a really really long time." "Because I just can't take my eyes off of...you..." Sans said, his confidence fading. "I can see that?" Toriel said with a stare as if saying "what's wrong with you," Toriel asked. “usually you’re more comfortable while I’m around.” Toriel Says sensually, crossing her legs, “Is something wrong with me?” She said in the same tone as before. Sans didn’t say a peep, he was thinking about how different everything felt, how different she was. (Speaking of different, I only found red jackets in the closet this morning), “Is this some kind of joke?” Sans asks, scratching his bare head. “No, why? Am I not pretty enough anymore?” Sans, put up a fake smile “What do you mean, you’ve always been pretty.” Something’s wrong, Sans just knows it. Toriel would never act like this, did he say something wrong? What happened today for this to happen? Sans’ confident smile began lowering, he couldn’t keep it up anymore. “Tori,” Sans leaned forward, heading towards Toriel’s face……..
“Why the hell are you actin’ so weird?” Sans said, like all the tension he felt before was suddenly gone. Toriel cover her face with her fluffy paws “I’m sorry, I thought I’d try and be more confident like you are. I guess having the same role would be weird.” Toriel said, with the face of embarrassment and shame. “Oh, well sorry for bein’ a bonehead…” Sans told her, nervously chuckling. A notification sounds from Toriel phone. “Crap!” “What’s going on?” Sans asked. Toriel frantically stood up and lifted her purse from the chair. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I have to go take care of the dog, he gets really feisty when he gets hungry,” Toriel said quickly. “The dog?” before Sans could let another word out, Sans felt Toriel soft lips on his forehead. And again she ran out the door without giving Sans the chance to say goodbye. “That was new.”
Sans ran out the door looking… something, he just didn’t know anymore. Someone had to have done something. It felt like hundreds of thoughts, ideas, desires or nightmares flew through his head. This could have been a prank, right? Then Sans felt something on the bottom of his shoe. He peeled off the unknown object. It was a yellow petal, from a flower of course. “From a flower, I know… From a flower I hate…”