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The sound was deafening, coming from the unfamiliar weapon the human was holding. Everyone flinched at the sound as the bullet flew through the air but noone was able to react in time to stop it. Moments later, Asgore fell to the ground, bleeding.
"I..l-lo..ve...y...o..u...To..r..i..." He gasped, struggling with every breath and holding his hand to his chest...
Toriel called out his name, right before he turned to dust.
---4 hours earlier---
It’s a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming, and Sans couldn’t remember the last time he felt this happy.
They were finally standing in the sunlight.
The forest he was walking through was turning from winter to spring, snow slowly melting on the ground and small flowers growing underneath the trees. The ground sparkled in the afternoon sun.
Sans looked over at his brother walking beside him. Papyrus was trying his best to refrain from running ahead after it took everyone a long time to catch up with him to begin with.
“ISN’T THIS EXCITING SANS?” He says looking down at him. “WE’RE FINALLY ON THE SURFACE!”
“Sure is bro.”
“AND I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WILL MAKE A FANTASTIC FIRST IMPRESSION TO THE HUMANS!”
He smiles up at his bro. Can’t blame him for his excitement; everyone in the Underground had been looking to this moment for a long, long time, and to be honest, Sans had started doubting that they’d ever get to this point.
He'd eventually stopped caring about getting to the surface completely and had learned to be happy with what he had as long as everyone else was safe, but now that they were actually up there he realised that being here truly did make him happy.
He looks around at the others walking behind him. Frisk is holding Toriels’ hand while trying to step in the faint footsteps Sans left behind in the melting snow, giving him a smile when they notice him looking at them.
Asgore is walking on Frisk’s other side, sharing a small smile with Toriel. She hadn't quite forgiven him yet, but they were working on it. Sans personally thinks that Frisk also had a part to play in that since she took quite a liking to him and forgave him for everything he did.
Sans turns back around to face the way they’re going and looks at the last member of the party.
Undyne is walking slightly ahead of everyone, not quite trusting humans yet. She has however donned her casual clothes and a leather jacket instead of her battle armour. It would have been too hot out here in the sun for it anyway, but they mainly didn’t want to freak out humans even more than they’d undoubtedly already be at the sight of monsters.
Alphys had stayed behind with Mettaton to watch over all the monsters while the group went to make contact with the humans. They’d go back to get them once things were sorted on the surface.
Life was only going to get better from here. Right?
“SANS, WHAT ARE YOU THINKING ABOUT?” Papyrus’ voice cut through his thoughts.
“Hmm?”
“YOU’RE BEING AWEFULLY QUIET BROTHER. ARE YOU ALRIGHT? YOU’RE NOT SLEEPWALKING ARE YOU? THIS IS NO TIME FOR THAT!”
“Na, I’m awake bro. No way I’m sleeping through this, and don’t worry I’m fine. I’m just... happy.”
“NYEH HEH HEH! I AM GLAD TO HEAR THAT BROTHER. I...”
A sudden noise from up ahead made Papyrus’ voice fade into silence. The sound of something thudding against wood, and the sound of voices.