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"Agent Sans if you do not stop fiddling with that I swear to Asgore I will use you as a scratching post!" Sakon glared daggers at the older skeleton before moving to fix his tie for what had to be the tenth time in the past hour.

With Asgore overseeing the upcoming ceremony with Toriel, Mettaton handling cameras along with Alphys, Undyne taking care of security with the canine unit, Grillby on consessions and Papyrus taking care of the blushing bride, it fell to the youngest skeleton to get the groom ready for his big day.

And he would not stop taking off his tie!

"Heh, sorry Sakon, got a little 'choked up' from the tie." Sans said with a smirk, though anyone could tell just how nervous the other was.

As the time ticked lower and lower Sans had taken to pacing, fiddling with his suit, spouting off puns to the walls before starting to panic in what seemed to be a never ending loop.

"Agent Sans, for the last time, everything will go off without a hitch. Between Papyrus and I getting you ready, Mettaton and Her Majesty with decorating along with all of the others, some having come from quite a ways, to help it will be alright." Sakon said, pinning some Echo Flowers to Sans suit before brushing him off.

He had to admit, the larger skeleton did pull off the sleeveless look quite well...but did he have to tear his custom suit?! He worked so hard on that! He and Papyrus took such care in all of them, matching them to each skeleton in dark tones of their Soul coloring.

Huffing out a deep breath, Sans tried to relax his bones. "Sorry, 'm sorry, its' jes...ya know? It's really happenin'" He looked at the other helping him out. Ever since the night he proposed to Frisk, he and the cat had been much closer, really starting to bond. Though that did not stop either from bickering like old times.

The cat skeleton smiled, "Yes Agent Sans. It is and it will be-NYAN STOP FIDDLING WITH YOUR TIE!"

'With Frisk'

"NYEH HEH HEH YOU LOOK BEYOND BEAUTIFUL MY SISTER! NOTHING LESS THAN THE BEST BY THE GREAT PAPYRUS!" Said skeleton preened as he did some last second adjustments on Frisk's dress while the human stood on a stool, gazing at herself in a large mirror.

In a pure white dress, form fitting on the top while flaring out in the back while shorter in the front, her long legs clasped in wrapped heels, Frisk looked like an angel. The only coloring were the Echo Flowers scattered here and there with magic, her bouquet would be of the same along with white gardenias. Her ring glittered from where it sat proudly on her finger.

Frisk smiled as Papyrus finished up her hair in an simple but graceful bun, letting the rest fall. "You look amazing as well my brother." Indeed he did, wearing a dark orange and white tux.

Papyrus smiled even wider, leaning down to nuzzle the human. "NOT AS MUCH AS YOU WILL FRISK. TODAY IS YOUR DAY AND YOU ARE OUR BRIGHTEST STAR. NOW! FOR THE FINAL PIECE!"

Frisk watched in curiousity, then surprise and touched, when Papyrus carefully unrolled an orange piece of fabric, something she hadn't seen in years. His old scarf from his battle body.

"NYEH...YOU ALREADY HAVE SOMETHING BLUE FROM THE FLOWERS, AND SOMETHING NEW WITH THE QUEEN AND SAKON MAKING YOU THAT DRESS, BUT I THOUGHT THIS WOULD SUIT BOTH BORROWED, AND OLD?" Papyrus stated, arranging the scarf carefully on Frisk's head to his liking. He gazed uncertaintly at the end at her in the mirror, pausing in what he was doing.

Within moments the scarf had turned into a veil for her, lined with blue flowers, trailing down behind her back. She felt it brushing against her skin, the rough texture, the faint smell of bones and pasta from years past.

She started to tear up, smiling.

"Papyrus, it is beyond perfect. Thank you."

"OF COURSE IT'S PERFECT! NOTHING LESS THAN PERFECTION FOR THE SISTER OF THE GREAT PAPYRUS...FRISK PLEASE STOP CRYING BECAUSE THEN I'LL START CRYING!"

'With Sans'

Sans couldn't help but gulp as he stood at the end of the aisle, glancing around for the upteenth time. The others had really outdone themselves with everything. While there would have to be a more 'public' ceremony because of Frisk's status, their official ceremony was far more personal and quiet. Only close friends and family, human and monster, were to be in attendance.

"eh, ya keep squirming like that, people'll think i put itching powder in your suit again." A gruff voice said from behind Sans.

Turning around he smirked at a fanged face so much like his own with red eyelights, "Ya, but ah got ya back fer it with da honey an' feathers in ya bed."

"God damn waste of my honey is what that was..." A smoother voice replied to them both, similar to Papyrus, and a flash of orange had them turning.

Both skeletons groaned before the first replied, "an ya got us back with the mustard and ketchup bomb...so much wasted mustard."

As the orange one snickered, Sans smoothed out his face back to a smile, looked at them both. "Rev, V, thanks fer comin' guys. Ah know we dun have da best...history together, but it means a lot ter Frisk." Vermillion and Reverie nodded, the former fixing his tie (Sans having 'lost' his much to Sakon's rage) while Rev took out a sucker (his bro would kill him if he tried to smoke now).

"Eh, you know we wouldn't miss the chance to see Honey in a wedding dress." Rev said around his treat. His eyelights faded quickly though to be replaced by a flaming orange. "You fuck this up though, no one will find your bones."

"or your dust." V added, golden fang glinting from his red eye shining.

"BROTHER WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT THREATENING OUR HOSTS!" A higher pitched voice called out angrily.

"OH HONESTLY CAN YOU BEHAVE FOR ONE SINGLE DAY BY ASGORE'S BEARD V!"

Sans started to snicker when the two skeletons were lectured by their brothers. Reverie's brother, Blu, marching up to the taller and telling him to be nicer while fixing his tux and throwing away his sucker. Meanwhile V was nursing a bump from his brother Fang.

"WHAT A STRANGE BUNCH WE HAVE AS FRIENDS SANS." Papyrus said from his side, watching the four skeletons that both looked very smiliar and nothing at all like he and his brother

"ya...but wouldn' change it fer anythin' Pap." Sans smiled in his reply.

The six skeletons quieted and moved to their proper places when Toriel, in all her royal glory, stepped out in front of them. Papyrus and the others went to stand behind Sans, standing as his best men. Sakon (at his insistence), Alphys and Undyne would be standing with Frisk.

The ceremony was about to begin.

From the side of the room Napstablook was hovering with his DJ set, a soft remix of something familiar was playing.

"eh...m'nervous bro." Sans whispered to his brother, flicking his eye lights towards him.

Papyrus merely smiled, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder and whispered, "IN THE NEXT MOMENT BROTHER, YOU WILL FORGET WHY YOU EVER WERE."

Before he could reply the music changed and everyone quieted and turned as one. Walking down the petaled aisle, looking like the Angel of the Underground she was, was Frisk being led by Asgore on the arm.

To Sans she seemed to float with how graceful she was, eyes only on him. Time seemed to stand still as he watched her, smiling and feeling his Soul positively explode in emotion as she moved closer and closer.

Not soon enough however she was standing before him, her hand being held out by her father. "In trust and good faith, do you accept my daughter's hand?" Asgore said, voice lowered but powerful.

"With all tha ah am, Yer Majesty." Sans replied, gently taking Frisk's hand.

Nodding with a smile, Asgore walked around them and stood with his wife. The soon to be married couple kept staring at each other. Coughing a little to get their attention, he laughed with Toriel when the duo blushed and turned around.

"Today, we are gathered together in celebration of a new life about to start. A union of Monster and Human." Toriel began.

"Normally, we monsters do not do a traditional 'human' marriage as we instead bond in another fashion, though at the insistence of the groom and bride we decided to mesh the two." Asgore continued. "At a later time, the Soul bonding will take place, as well as a more public marriage. The ring has already been placed on the bride's fingers, and both have stated they do not need wedding rings."

"Right now though, we are here to unite two Souls and loved ones for all eternity. Sans, Frisk, do either of you have anything to say to one another?"

Turning to each other, the duo smiled. "Nothing that has not already been said, Mother." Frisk stated. She held onto Sans' bones tighter. "He is my everything. My Hopes, my Dreams, my Light." She turned to her skeleton. "I love you Sans."

"Yer mah tomorrow, mah future, mah Soul Frisk. Ah love ya." Sans replied softly, eye light glowing bright.

The Royals smiled along with everyone else, these two were perfect for each other.

"Then, by our guests from near and far, by their witness of this joyful union, I now pronounce you-"

"Husband and Wife. You may kiss your bride!"

Frisk giggled softly when Sans gave his signature smirk before gathering her in his arms. They leaned closer as one.

Every other kiss they shared, their first one, the one they did when Sans first asked Frisk to be with him, when he proposed...

All paled in light of this one.

The guests were all in awe, the two literally started to glow their Soul coloring, syncing together. Sans had gathered his human in his arms, pulling her closer. Frisk reach around her skeleton to grasp him tighter, tossing her bouquet haphazardly in some direction.

"N-NYEH?!" Fang coughed out in shock when a bunch of flowers landed in his face before being snatched by Sakon protectively.

Everyone in attendance laughed and stood up, clapping in sheer delight, cheering for the new couple. Flowers, glitter, ballons, anything and everything started falling from the ceiling in celebration. Napstablook started blaring music and crying he was so giddy, tears making a little hat. Flashes were going off from Mettaton and Alphys, Undyne was trying to suplex a piano in joy.

Papyrus couldn't stop crying, having to lean on Fang who had no clue how to calm the other down. He sighed with Blu clung to him as well.

"...Make a cute fricking couple don't they." Reverie stated softly, hands in his pockets.

"heh...ya that they do. Sweetheart looks so happy, doesn't she?" Vermillion said, leaning against a pillar.

"Nyan, Agent Sans makes her that way. And honestly? That's all I need." Sakon finished, dabbing a tear away.

The three of them, all in love with Frisk and would have done anything for her, watched in contentment as she was in the arms of another. Knowing that this was the right move.

And through it all Frisk and Sans stood together, locked in their embrace in their own world.

Their old beginning may not have been very good for either one of them, filling with darkness and
despair.

Their middle was dark and bumpy with flecks of light scattered over the years.

But their ending, this ending, was worth it all to them. And tomorrow was another day.

For what is an ending...but just another beginning?

And it is one that they will work to make great.

THE END

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"Agent Sans if you do not stop fiddling with that I swear to Asgore I will use you as a scratching post!" Sakon glared daggers at the older skeleton before moving to fix his tie for what had to be the tenth time in the past hour.

With Asgore overseeing the upcoming ceremony with Toriel, Mettaton handling cameras along with Alphys, Undyne taking care of security with the canine unit, Grillby on consessions and Papyrus taking care of the blushing bride, it fell to the youngest skeleton to get the groom ready for his big day.

And he would not stop taking off his tie!

"Heh, sorry Sakon, got a little 'choked up' from the tie." Sans said with a smirk, though anyone could tell just how nervous the other was.

As the time ticked lower and lower Sans had taken to pacing, fiddling with his suit, spouting off puns to the walls before starting to panic in what seemed to be a never ending loop.

"Agent Sans, for the last time, everything will go off without a hitch. Between Papyrus and I getting you ready, Mettaton and Her Majesty with decorating along with all of the others, some having come from quite a ways, to help it will be alright." Sakon said, pinning some Echo Flowers to Sans suit before brushing him off.

He had to admit, the larger skeleton did pull off the sleeveless look quite well...but did he have to tear his custom suit?! He worked so hard on that! He and Papyrus took such care in all of them, matching them to each skeleton in dark tones of their Soul coloring.

Huffing out a deep breath, Sans tried to relax his bones. "Sorry, 'm sorry, its' jes...ya know? It's really happenin'" He looked at the other helping him out. Ever since the night he proposed to Frisk, he and the cat had been much closer, really starting to bond. Though that did not stop either from bickering like old times.

The cat skeleton smiled, "Yes Agent Sans. It is and it will be-NYAN STOP FIDDLING WITH YOUR TIE!"

'With Frisk'

"NYEH HEH HEH YOU LOOK BEYOND BEAUTIFUL MY SISTER! NOTHING LESS THAN THE BEST BY THE GREAT PAPYRUS!" Said skeleton preened as he did some last second adjustments on Frisk's dress while the human stood on a stool, gazing at herself in a large mirror.

In a pure white dress, form fitting on the top while flaring out in the back while shorter in the front, her long legs clasped in wrapped heels, Frisk looked like an angel. The only coloring were the Echo Flowers scattered here and there with magic, her bouquet would be of the same along with white gardenias. Her ring glittered from where it sat proudly on her finger.

Frisk smiled as Papyrus finished up her hair in an simple but graceful bun, letting the rest fall. "You look amazing as well my brother." Indeed he did, wearing a dark orange and white tux.

Papyrus smiled even wider, leaning down to nuzzle the human. "NOT AS MUCH AS YOU WILL FRISK. TODAY IS YOUR DAY AND YOU ARE OUR BRIGHTEST STAR. NOW! FOR THE FINAL PIECE!"

Frisk watched in curiousity, then surprise and touched, when Papyrus carefully unrolled an orange piece of fabric, something she hadn't seen in years. His old scarf from his battle body.

"NYEH...YOU ALREADY HAVE SOMETHING BLUE FROM THE FLOWERS, AND SOMETHING NEW WITH THE QUEEN AND SAKON MAKING YOU THAT DRESS, BUT I THOUGHT THIS WOULD SUIT BOTH BORROWED, AND OLD?" Papyrus stated, arranging the scarf carefully on Frisk's head to his liking. He gazed uncertaintly at the end at her in the mirror, pausing in what he was doing.

Within moments the scarf had turned into a veil for her, lined with blue flowers, trailing down behind her back. She felt it brushing against her skin, the rough texture, the faint smell of bones and pasta from years past.

She started to tear up, smiling.

"Papyrus, it is beyond perfect. Thank you."

"OF COURSE IT'S PERFECT! NOTHING LESS THAN PERFECTION FOR THE SISTER OF THE GREAT PAPYRUS...FRISK PLEASE STOP CRYING BECAUSE THEN I'LL START CRYING!"

'With Sans'

Sans couldn't help but gulp as he stood at the end of the aisle, glancing around for the upteenth time. The others had really outdone themselves with everything. While there would have to be a more 'public' ceremony because of Frisk's status, their official ceremony was far more personal and quiet. Only close friends and family, human and monster, were to be in attendance.

"eh, ya keep squirming like that, people'll think i put itching powder in your suit again." A gruff voice said from behind Sans.

Turning around he smirked at a fanged face so much like his own with red eyelights, "Ya, but ah got ya back fer it with da honey an' feathers in ya bed."

"God damn waste of my honey is what that was..." A smoother voice replied to them both, similar to Papyrus, and a flash of orange had them turning.

Both skeletons groaned before the first replied, "an ya got us back with the mustard and ketchup bomb...so much wasted mustard."

As the orange one snickered, Sans smoothed out his face back to a smile, looked at them both. "Rev, V, thanks fer comin' guys. Ah know we dun have da best...history together, but it means a lot ter Frisk." Vermillion and Reverie nodded, the former fixing his tie (Sans having 'lost' his much to Sakon's rage) while Rev took out a sucker (his bro would kill him if he tried to smoke now).

"Eh, you know we wouldn't miss the chance to see Honey in a wedding dress." Rev said around his treat. His eyelights faded quickly though to be replaced by a flaming orange. "You fuck this up though, no one will find your bones."

"or your dust." V added, golden fang glinting from his red eye shining.

"BROTHER WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT THREATENING OUR HOSTS!" A higher pitched voice called out angrily.

"OH HONESTLY CAN YOU BEHAVE FOR ONE SINGLE DAY BY ASGORE'S BEARD V!"

Sans started to snicker when the two skeletons were lectured by their brothers. Reverie's brother, Blu, marching up to the taller and telling him to be nicer while fixing his tux and throwing away his sucker. Meanwhile V was nursing a bump from his brother Fang.

"WHAT A STRANGE BUNCH WE HAVE AS FRIENDS SANS." Papyrus said from his side, watching the four skeletons that both looked very smiliar and nothing at all like he and his brother

"ya...but wouldn' change it fer anythin' Pap." Sans smiled in his reply.

The six skeletons quieted and moved to their proper places when Toriel, in all her royal glory, stepped out in front of them. Papyrus and the others went to stand behind Sans, standing as his best men. Sakon (at his insistence), Alphys and Undyne would be standing with Frisk.

The ceremony was about to begin.

From the side of the room Napstablook was hovering with his DJ set, a soft remix of something familiar was playing.

"eh...m'nervous bro." Sans whispered to his brother, flicking his eye lights towards him.

Papyrus merely smiled, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder and whispered, "IN THE NEXT MOMENT BROTHER, YOU WILL FORGET WHY YOU EVER WERE."

Before he could reply the music changed and everyone quieted and turned as one. Walking down the petaled aisle, looking like the Angel of the Underground she was, was Frisk being led by Asgore on the arm.

To Sans she seemed to float with how graceful she was, eyes only on him. Time seemed to stand still as he watched her, smiling and feeling his Soul positively explode in emotion as she moved closer and closer.

Not soon enough however she was standing before him, her hand being held out by her father. "In trust and good faith, do you accept my daughter's hand?" Asgore said, voice lowered but powerful.

"With all tha ah am, Yer Majesty." Sans replied, gently taking Frisk's hand.

Nodding with a smile, Asgore walked around them and stood with his wife. The soon to be married couple kept staring at each other. Coughing a little to get their attention, he laughed with Toriel when the duo blushed and turned around.

"Today, we are gathered together in celebration of a new life about to start. A union of Monster and Human." Toriel began.

"Normally, we monsters do not do a traditional 'human' marriage as we instead bond in another fashion, though at the insistence of the groom and bride we decided to mesh the two." Asgore continued. "At a later time, the Soul bonding will take place, as well as a more public marriage. The ring has already been placed on the bride's fingers, and both have stated they do not need wedding rings."

"Right now though, we are here to unite two Souls and loved ones for all eternity. Sans, Frisk, do either of you have anything to say to one another?"

Turning to each other, the duo smiled. "Nothing that has not already been said, Mother." Frisk stated. She held onto Sans' bones tighter. "He is my everything. My Hopes, my Dreams, my Light." She turned to her skeleton. "I love you Sans."

"Yer mah tomorrow, mah future, mah Soul Frisk. Ah love ya." Sans replied softly, eye light glowing bright.

The Royals smiled along with everyone else, these two were perfect for each other.

"Then, by our guests from near and far, by their witness of this joyful union, I now pronounce you-"

"Husband and Wife. You may kiss your bride!"

Frisk giggled softly when Sans gave his signature smirk before gathering her in his arms. They leaned closer as one.

Every other kiss they shared, their first one, the one they did when Sans first asked Frisk to be with him, when he proposed...

All paled in light of this one.

The guests were all in awe, the two literally started to glow their Soul coloring, syncing together. Sans had gathered his human in his arms, pulling her closer. Frisk reach around her skeleton to grasp him tighter, tossing her bouquet haphazardly in some direction.

"N-NYEH?!" Fang coughed out in shock when a bunch of flowers landed in his face before being snatched by Sakon protectively.

Everyone in attendance laughed and stood up, clapping in sheer delight, cheering for the new couple. Flowers, glitter, ballons, anything and everything started falling from the ceiling in celebration. Napstablook started blaring music and crying he was so giddy, tears making a little hat. Flashes were going off from Mettaton and Alphys, Undyne was trying to suplex a piano in joy.

Papyrus couldn't stop crying, having to lean on Fang who had no clue how to calm the other down. He sighed with Blu clung to him as well.

"...Make a cute fricking couple don't they." Reverie stated softly, hands in his pockets.

"heh...ya that they do. Sweetheart looks so happy, doesn't she?" Vermillion said, leaning against a pillar.

"Nyan, Agent Sans makes her that way. And honestly? That's all I need." Sakon finished, dabbing a tear away.

The three of them, all in love with Frisk and would have done anything for her, watched in contentment as she was in the arms of another. Knowing that this was the right move.

And through it all Frisk and Sans stood together, locked in their embrace in their own world.

Their old beginning may not have been very good for either one of them, filling with darkness and
despair.

Their middle was dark and bumpy with flecks of light scattered over the years.

But their ending, this ending, was worth it all to them. And tomorrow was another day.

For what is an ending...but just another beginning?

And it is one that they will work to make great.

THE END