Frisk

The sun was shining warmly over the Surface, casting a golden glow across the front porch where I sat, a mug of hot cocoa cradled between my hands. Life used to feel so fragile, a delicate tightrope walk over dark abysses and hard choices. But those days felt like a lifetime ago. Now, the world was filled with the sweet, steady hum of peace. Every morning started with laughter. Usually, it was the sound of Papyrus bustling around the kitchen, burning at least two pans while trying to make breakfast, followed closely by Toriel gently rescuing whatever was salvageable with a warm, comforting smile. Down here in our shared home, love wasn't just a feeling; it was the air we breathed. I was never met with judgment or fear, only open arms, endless patience, and a deep, abiding affection that wrapped around me like my favorite striped sweater. And then, of course, there was Sans. My absolute best friend in the entire universe. We spent hours together on the porch, watching the clouds drift by or sharing terrible puns that somehow always managed to make me groan and laugh at the same time. He was always there, keeping a lazy, comforting eye out for me with a wink and a blue-lit spark of quiet devotion. Whether we were sharing a quiet moment under the stars or pulling harmless pranks on Papyrus, knowing Sans was by my side made everything feel safe and right. I finally had a true family, a true home, and a future brighter than I ever could have dreamed.