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Sans was getting in a tux. He went with a blue tuxedo. He couldn't wait to see his fiance, almost bride, go up the aisle.
He just wished she didn't consider Y/N a child of hers and insisted they walk her down the aisle. Frisk and Chara are okay, but Y/N is a horrible person.
He tried not to think about the murderous devil who should know they're lucky to have parents. Half the underground doesn't know the joy of parents. He doesn't even know who his parents are. Raising his brother through thick and thin.
He walked to the stage while the crowd watched him and flashed pictures. The music was being played, Toriel’s children (his two future step children, Y/N can go to hell for all he cares, stepchild or not).
Toriel was led to Sans and vows were said while the children joined in for a family photo. (Y/N's parents consented to this, why?)