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“Mr. Moon?” The children of Snowdin asked in a small chorus, surrounding the animatronic that fell from the surface.
Moon and sans were watching over them for the day as their parents set up a town celebration.
The lights are low, it’s a moment of rest for the chortled mandated by Mr. Moon. Old habits.
“Yeah?”
“Tell us about the sky!”
With a smile at the lights in the children’s eyes, he replies. “The sky is deep and dark and eternally high.” The animatronic raises his arms with emphasis, spreading them out when they extend fully above him.
The projector built into his hands flicker to life, projecting the sky onto the ceiling.
Sans has to stop himself from tearing up at the sight. Moon is giving these children something they have dreamed of, even if it isn’t the real thing. The children gasp and cheer in glee make it a hard task. The joy radiating from them he’s sure the whole town can feel.
“Many people think that’s where you go when you die.”
“Do you?” One of the children, Monster Kid (better known as Mk), leans forward, head tilting to the side. Their eyes are filled with a burning curiosity Moon can’t help but smile at.
Before he and Sun had arrived in the small town of Snowdin, they thought they’d never see those looks again.
But, thankfully, they were proven wrong.
And as an extra bonus, they got separate bodies. It took a while for them to get used to and comfortable with, but their friends helped them along the way. Especially Sans and Papyrus.
“Well,” Moon starts, patting MKs head, who in an automatic response wags their tail. “I think you return to obscur, or wherever you were before you were.”
The children begin to whisper. “Where’s that?” “Maybe the sky?” “But what if it was someplace else?” “Are we still gonna be stuck down here?”
Sans is about to step in, but Moon beats him to but by scooping a couple of the children up. “But I won’t let you lose yourself in the rain!” They laugh as Moon spins them.
Sans’ smile grows again, seeing as his love and the children laugh, taking turns being scooped into the animatronics arms. He feels his soul beat against his ribs a little harder, his cheekbones tinting a beautiful shade of blue.
Stars. It feels like he’s fallen for the robot all over again. The fluttering and thumping of his soul, the familiar warmth on his cheekbones, the small sigh of joy at seeing Moon do what he’s best at. He didn’t even notice when the parents came to bring their children to enjoy the finally finished festivities.
“Sans,” Moon says softly, bringing Sans out of his trance. “Sans, everyone’s outside now.”
“Oh, heh, sorry,” he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “Hey, Moon?”
“Yes, my star?” Moon leans in, head turning to the side in a sharp, robotic motion.
Sans flushes at the nickname and glances away, his blush worsening as he hears a robotic chuckle.
“Sans,” he drags out, arms draping around the far shorter than him skeleton. “Well?”
Sans chuckles as he holds onto one of Moon’s hands. “Could we just spend a bit here before we meet the others?”
“Do you need a small recharge?” All sans does is nod. “Alright now my star,” Moon begins to lead Sans to the couch and lies down, arms open. “It’s time to rest.”
Sans crawls into Moon’s arms and lies down. “Moon?”
“Yeah?”
“Can you show me the night sky?”
“Of course, my star.”
Moon flips one of his hands over and begins to project the sky again.
“You know Sans, this is what the stars look like right now,” Moon explains. “It’s a miracle I even have enough service to do this, Alphys truly is a marvel.”
Sans looks up at the projection with stars in his eye sockets, a rare sight Moon wouldn’t trade for the world. “Yeah…”
“You see that star right there?” Moon uses his free hand to point at a specific star. “That’s Polaris.”
“The North Star, right?”
“Correct,” Moon presses his faceplate against Sans’ Skull. “Sailors have used it to help them navigate the seas since it’s always in that spot, roughly at least.”
They begin to talk about the stars and constellations, pointing at different ones and explaining things about them. Sans with more scientific facts he’d find from barely saved books in the dump, and Moon with stories surrounding them.
Eventually Sans slips into a peaceful slumber, making Moon chuckle softly.