A/n: At first, I decided to make this as a oneshot, but as the plot deepened, I can't seem to stop squealing from cuteness! I turned this to a short story (I know. Not fitting with the key price), since I now entitle this as one of my favorites!

At some point, I could actually cry from the sweetness level this story gave, so it is perfect! I'm really satisfied with this one.

So anyways, on to the story, pinksterz!💕

Key Master: GalaxyLunaMoon

⚠Warning: A tiny essence of mild language, a drop of abuse, and... prepare a box of tissues for all dem adorable feels!

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"Sans, dear, you forgot your car keys again for the fifth time." A voice soft as silk called out, its owner, a seemingly petite woman with shoulder-length chocolate brown hair and honey-glazed golden orbs. She wore a lavender night robe, and held what seemed to be car keys on her small fairly pale hands.

She gracefully walked towards her husband, who patiently waited for her at their red door. His smile plastered on his ivory white skull grew larger as he watched his lovely wife approach him.

"Please try to remember, I'm really worried about you." She gently heed, handing him the keys.

"Sorry. 'Guess I'm such a bonehead at times, ya know?" He chuckled, wrapping his skeletal arms around her waist, before planting a quick but gentle kiss on top of her forehead, while still having a good grip on his brown leather suitcase.

"You better be quick so you won't get late for work, my love."

"Do I have to work? I want to see that pretty face of yours all the time, sweetheart." He whined, pretending to plead playfully.

"Unless you want to live in the streets, unfortunately, you must! Remember, you're not only doing this for you and me, but for our Fran."

"Of course, I know! Can't believe that little tyke's going to college next coming year." He said, pretending to wipe a tear off his eye socket.

"Dad!? I'm not a kid anymore!" my frustrated voice echoed from upstairs, causing my parents to laugh in amusement.

"Sure ya aren't, pal! Ya're human." He called out to me from downstairs.

"Half!" I corrected 'as-a-matter-of-factly'.

"Yes. But unlike your ol dad here, ya still got thick skin, ey!"

Which he's right. I look more human than a monster, with blue-hued white hair and honey-glazed golden irises. The only thing that's out of my 'human' feature is my extraordinarily pale white skin.

"Dad, you're surely gonna have a bad time!"

"I'd like to see ya try!"

"Now, now, dearie. Say good-bye to your father before he goes to work." My mother ordered, which of course, I obeyed.

I quickly ran down stairs, jumping up, and landing to my father's warm embrace. Mom soon followed after, and the loving embrace felt like hours, I thought Dad'll be late at work, which I will find funny since I really like messing around with my parents.

My family is the best.

But if you guys think that we were all sweet like honey ever since I was born, think again. Back then, we weren't this even close. The closest I could ever get back then was a simply forced smile, which was hard to take in as a sign of love.

I really thought they didn't love me at all, thinking I was just a mistake. But now, I just can't believe I'm here, hugging with my parents.

I was even worried they'd divorce back then. It almost happened...

But I especially wanted to thank 'You', and mind you, that's not a pun. 'You' is a special dating application that helps someone find their true love.

And I want to tell you how this very application helped mend the open wounds of our family ten years ago.

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"Again, Sans? That's probably the sixth ketchup bottle you drank this day!" Mother scolded angrily, trying to remove the bottle Dad was holding in his bony hand.

"Why would ya even care!?" He growled in a slurry voice.

"Because we now live and rule under the same roof. You are my husband, I must always be here to get you out of trouble!" She cried, still struggling for him to let go of the bottle.

"I didn't even ask for ya to be there for me! I never asked for any of this! I should've just cancelled that marriage when I got the chance." He hissed, venom spitting out with every word he says.

"Then fine! I should never have met you in the first place you... you... you fricking atchhole! You drick!" Frisk fumed, her face red from boiling up in pure hatred and anger.

"Same for ya, ya britch!" He growled, glaring daggers of disgust at his wife.

I was only seven back then, and this was considered as a daily routine for our family. I, being an innocent child, whose mind now poisoned from the acts my parents would shoot at each other, could only watch from my bedroom door in horror, tears uncontrollably spilling from my eyes.

Every morning, they'd be greeting with each other, exchanging deathly glares to one another. Never saying a word with each other.

But at night, the conflict was just about to begin.

Father would always arrive late from work. He would always head straight to the kitchen, in hopes of finding a bottle of ketchup he could drink. I would just stand there, like nothing really happened at all.

Mother then would arrive at the scene, scolding him with every little bit of reasons to.

Bicker here, bicker there, ARGH!

Every night, I'd toss and turn, losing a lot of time for sleeping with every word they'd spit out with each other, the sounds growing louder and louder.

They just couldn't stop!

It seemed to traumatize me to the fact that I'm starting to think I'll be like them, joining in to their fights, and become a huge family quarrel, but no.

Somehow, I guess the Determination inside me seemed to be the one thing keeping me sane while living in this house, I cannot seem to call as home.

And sometimes, I even think they didn't even know I existed! They'd never even talk to me, hug, kiss, just anything at all. Only a slight stare and a forced smile, at least I know that they feel my presence.

That's partially a good thing actually, not like other broken couples, they don't let out their anger towards me, so it's safe to say, I'm not involved.

Luckily, nothing seemed to change in the habit, nothing gets worse. Until this...

SLAP!

The sound caused me to whip my head around to see my Mom's right cheek left with a red mark. There were tears streaming down her face, while Dad only looked anywhere but her.

Frisk has gotten to her limits, running upstairs back to their bedroom, crying. Sans stood there, grumpily throwing the ketchup bottle down the trash can.

I ran up to my parents' bedroom to check on Mom. And there I saw her on the bed, clutching her pillow close to her chest, her tear-stained face in a hurt expression.

Hesitantly, I took her to a comforting embrace, which she flinched a little in surprise by the sudden contact.

Never, I have never experienced being close to her like this, and I guessed she too hasn't received or gave this kind of act of love. She hugged me back in a motherly embrace, much to my astonishment.

"Lucy." She muttered my nickname oh so suddenly, and it shocked me greatly that she knew it. I still could feel her tears dripping down to my sweater, but I didn't mind. Mother needs me.

"I'm very sorry about your father. I'm sorry we haven't been getting along with each other, or even with you. We've got a messed up family, don't we?" She sighed, still hugging me tight.

"Mom, it's okay. I'm still right here for the two of you, so don't worry." I said, rubbing her back in comfort.

"No, it's not okay. We are really terrible parents, and I'm just thankful we have a wonderful daughter like you. I'm such a horrible mother."

"Don't say that! Tibia honest, I could say you're the best!" I winked, hoping it could cheer my mother from her state. It was such a pain for me to 'lie' like that, knowing that she wasn't actually the best due to the recent happenings that are going on in this house.

Yet she couldn't help but stifle a laugh by the given pun I made, which made me smile.

"You know, you remind me of him." She beamed at me proudly, pulling away to look at me, as I only stared in confusion.

"Your father used to have a..." she paused, leaning in to whisper, "Funny bone."

I let out a giggle at her sudden pun. Wow, I should really must get to know my parents better, 'cause gosh, they seemed to be fun with if you manage to get close.

She grinned, contented, before continuing to a sigh.

"I wish we could stay like this. As a family."

"We can just do that right now! Let's sort things out, and get together." I suggested excitedly at the thought of finally having my parents right beside me.

"Umm... Sweetie." She muttered, alerting me back to see her pressured expression. Was I pushing her too much? I didn't mean to...

"I'm sorry, but I don't think your dad would say the same thing about it."

"Oh." I mumbled, sitting back down on the soft bed in realization.

"But don't worry. We'll try and find a way to find the right time, okay?" She said reassuringly, forcing up an encouraging smile.

"Okay."

"I just... wanted to find a way to distract myself a bit from Sans. I want to cool my mind off him, so please wait for Mommy on this?"

I nodded in agreement. She tucked me in to my bedroom for the first time, covering me to a blanket, giving me a kiss... It felt nice.

Eventhough I was just a little child, I've got the brains of an adult, or even better. I'm smart enough to know and notice the behavior of my parents, so I knew I should do something about it.

'Guess this had something to do with my dad being a scientist.

Yes, I am a genius, thank you very much.

I memorized the periodic table before I even knew the English Alphabet!

But that's not the point. The point is, I have to find a way to help my mother first, since of course, she was the first from the two of them to consider me as their daughter.

And I think I know how.

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"Are you sure you're okay with me talking to someone other than your father?" Frisk asked, unsure of what they'd be doing.

The two of them are at the house' office area, sitting in front of the family computer. Its screen was opened to what seemed like an application.

"Yes, I'm alright with it! Besides, you're free from ambassador duties, and dad's at work, so there's no need to worry. Plus, you don't really do anything on weekends like this, so consider this as a pastime." I pointed out impatiently.

"I don't know. I'm kinda feeling nervous already."

You see, instead of going to bed early, I spent all night researching for anything that could help Mom in her situation. Yes, it might be weird for you to know a seven-year-old like me could even do that, but hey! Independence~

Throughout my findings, I stumbled upon You (pun not intended), a popular online dating application. It's where using the system's programming, one would be paired up to another as their 'meant-to-be'.

However, they couldn't see each other at all, so I guess it's safe to say, it's called blind dating, ha! I don't even know where I got the knack of making puns, if it was from my mom or dad, I don't know. They both seemed to have a great liking with horrible puns, but only I see Mom doing it.

"So... what now?" She asked, breaking my thoughts.

I grinned at her mischievously, "Now you wait for prince charming to come!" I sing-songed, skadiddling towards the door.

"Wait, what?!" But it was too late. I was already at the door, praying my plan would work.

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Frisk sat there, dumbfounded.

That sly kid.

Her attention instantly went back to the computer screen, and almost immediately, a message in the app popped up.

[Mr.Mustard: Knock, knock...]

"Huh?" She didn't really know how this works, nor did she know what to reply back to this mysterious sender. She did laugh at the unusual name, so assumed it was a knock-knock joke,

[GoldenFlower: Who's there?]

[Mr.Mustard: Orange...]

[GoldenFlower: Orange who?]

I'm getting too old for this.

[Mr.Mustard: Orange you glad I greeted you with a joke? ;-) ]

[GoldenFlower: XD]

She bursted out laughing. It's been many years since she's ever heard a pun, until Fran made one last night, and now... this.

It reminded her of Sans, though. How they used to make puns with each other. She missed those days--No! She's here to relax, not think of a skeleton who did nothing but to break her heart.

[Mr.Mustard: Eh, what's that? Did I tickle your funny bone?]

She smiled before answering,

[GoldenFlower: Ha ha. Berry funny.]

[Mr.Mustard: Wow. Never thought you'd be in the humerus side. ;-) ]

[GoldenFlower: Well tibia honest, I thought the same about you to! ;D]

All day, she was having a blast. It was fun, exchanging puns, chatting to get more about each other. Though they only met in only a day, and the fact that they don't personally know who' who, it felt that she could trust guy. It felt as if they had some sort of connection, and that's not internet.

For once, she felt free.

Free from the troubles her husband is giving.

The chatting went on through the days, just as the quarrels subsided, however, to the point that the couple don't seem to talk to each other.

At times, whenever she did fight once more with Sans,

[GoldenFlower: Sorry I didn't pick up. We were at it again. T~T ]

[Mr.Mustard: Geez, that sucks. I wish I'd be there to comfort you. Guess I'll have to message to cheer you up. ^v^]

[GoldenFlower: Like how are you able to do that? =_=']

[Mr.Mustard: Water you talking about? You know how! ;-) ]

[GoldenFlower: That was bad. :b]

[Mr.Mustard: You're liquid I still manage to cheer you up!]

She chuckled. Of course there's always the occasional pun.

Never had she felt cared for before, and she was thankful. To Fran, to Mr.Mustard...

To Sans for having such a brilliant daughter.

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"What's up, dad? You looked as if you've worked yourself to the bone!" I slyly remarked, feeling brave to finally have the courage to talk to Dad myself. And this was the first time.

Well, it seemed it's also the first time he saw this in me, since he gave me a weird look and chuckled, putting down the paperwork he was signing to look at me.

Yes, please look at me, your daughter, Fran!

"Where did that come from?" He asked in suspicion of my sudden change of actions.

"What? Did that make your bones rattle?"

Once again, he couldn't help but chuckle, arms spread out as if... AS IF...!

"C'mere, kiddo."

Those words... It made tears fall out from my eyes, but I held them. I want him to see me that I was happy, so I tried my best not to get emotional.

Those were the words I have been dying to hear, and it just so suddenly came out of nowhere!

"What? It's kinda rude to let your old man hangin'." He grinned, as I sprinted to accept his welcoming embrace. We just stood there, taking in the father and daughter moment, his hand gently ruffling my short white hair.

"What made ya suddenly jumpy today? Is it your birthday? I doubt that, 'since that'll be held on May."

He remembered my birthday?

"The same with how you suddenly decided to talk to me?"

"Sorry about that, kid." He apologized in embarassment, rubbing the back of his neck before letting out a sigh, "'Guess I'm a bit busy. But don't ya fret! 'Still got more of those under my skin."

"Ain't that humerus?"

"What can I say? I'm sansational!" He chuckled, pulling out from the embrace for me to look at his smug smiley face.

"Don't get cocky. I've got thicker skin!"

We sat down, with me, his seven-year-old daughter, placed on his lap. He took a slight glance around the room as if he was trying to look for something, and hopefully, someone. And what he said next proved me right.

"Where's your mom?" He asked.

"Trying to find her, I see~" I said in a teasing manner, which earned yet, another chuckle.

"I'm just askin' since I don't seem to see her often these days. 'Got an idea with that?"

"Mmm... Not sure. Maybe~" I giggled ominously.

"Seriously?"

"Why are you even asking? She's doing ambassador work, stuff like that."

He hummed in response, contented with what I said, but almost dropped me out of his lap after what I told him next.

"And a friend!" I admitted oh so innocently.

"A friend?"

"Yeah! And it looks like they were soo close."

"Is that so?" I was expecting for him to have any acts that he could be jealous, overprotective, or anything, but his next remark kind of disappointed me.

"Well, that's great. I see she's doing fine, I guess." He stated, mumbling unrecognized words that I couldn't seem to hear.

What's wrong with him?! Why can't he just...

I randomly glanced around the room in understanding of the situation, until the stack of paperwork he was signing caught my golden gaze. Realization and a pang of horror surged through my body as it landed on the very document he was signing.

Divorce papers.

"Kid, hope ya don't mind, but I'll be going out to file some of my reports at the university in a sec, okay?" He said, giving me one last ruffle, and... a kiss on my forehead, before heading out with the stack of paper (along with the divorce ones) in hand.

I stood there, dumbfounded.

I didn't know which reason I should be shocked with; the fact that he just kissed me goodbye for the first time, or the fact that he actually had divorce papers in hands.

Are they... splitting up?

Did my mom already signed it to?

I ran back to my bedroom to grab my coat, and dashed outside the house, locking the door behind me, hoping that I find Mom.

She said she went somewhere, and I even lied to Dad about it.

What have I done?

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A woman, wearing a powder blue dress that reached up to her knees, underneath her beige coat, with her purple flats-covered foot tapping rapidly on the ground, was standing in the entrance of the Ebott City Central Park, seeming to wait for somebody.

She turned her head left and right, her shoulder-length chocolate brown hair swayed with the movement's rhythm as it gave out a golden shimmer, thanks to the golden flower clip that gleamed through the sun's rays, adorning her locks.

Her honey-glazed golden eyes' longing gaze fell down to her black-strapped wristwatch, checking for the time.

She waited patiently, her grip on her maroon purse still tight.

[Mr.Mustard: Ebott City Central Park at 3. I'll be there waiting for you. ;-)♡]

Yeah, wait he says. She scoffed playfully, considering it was already half past three. And yet she trusted him. For all the times, even if they never even have a single clue on who each other was, they both knew they could trust each other.

So she waited.

Today. Today will be different. Today will be the day she spread her wings and fly alongside whoever this man is. Soon, she'll find out. She'll accept whoever he is and whatever he looked like, she didn't care.

Looks doesn't matter anyways. What matters is how the person you'd meet will act, and she's quite a good judge when it comes to character, so it'll be fine.

After what seemed like forever, a presence was suddenly felt behind her, sending an intense chill down her spine. She didn't turn around, awaiting for something to happen like the occasional...

"Knock, knock." Went a smooth deep voice coming from whoever was behind her. The voice sounded ominously familiar to the lady, but shrugged it off, thinking it must be her mind playing tricks.

Assuming it was a pun, "Who's there?"

"Boo."

"Boo who?"

"Aww, no need to be glum. I think ya're absolutely boo-tiful!" it chuckled, earning a soft giggle from Frisk, as a soft pink hue escaped to bloom on her fairly pale face. Her giddiness, however, came to a sudden halt after his next statement.

"Don't ya know how to greet your date pal? Turn around and shake my hand."

One.

Only one person can behold such a comical line. And that person was the very one she least expected to hear from.

With a heavily shaky breath, she slowly turned around, her head hung low, as she stared down to an extended familiar bony hand. Trembling, she slowly moved her head up to face the person she hated and loved the most.

As she did, her honey-glazed golden irises met the oh so familiar skeleton's glinting crystal white pinpricks. She was in fear, while he was taken aback at the sight in front of him, flabbergasted.

"GoldenFlower?" His voice a bit hoarse from shock, coming out straight from his ivory skull's plastered grin of deceit.

"M-mr.Mustard?" Her voice unsettlingly stammered, trying to recover from surprise, and hoping that this man isn't the one she think he is.

"F-frisk?" He called, bewilderedly astonished.

"Sans." She muttered lowly, before quickly taking a step back, "I-I'm sorry..." she mumbled, turning around in an attempt to run away from this... from this nightmare!

Well, she tried to, only to stop when she suddenly felt a familiar grip around her arm. She whipped her head around to look at Sans once more. He was still gripping her firmly, his skull hung low, shamefully looking down at the ground.

"I'm glad." He said, looking up to meet her confused gaze, beaming her an unexpected loving smile, "I'm glad that the person I loved turned out to be mine already."

Before she could comment, he tugged her close to him in an affectionate embrace, burying his face on her soft brown hair. Recovering from her dazed state, she accepted the hug, both lovers having tears trickle down from their eyes and eye sockets as they took in such tender moment.

All the hate, all the spite, everything, they drained them all down to beautifully sparkling clear liquid, and soon gave in to the person in front of each of them.

The person they met in You.

The person they met even before they used You.

The person they thought they once loved. They once hated. Now loved and trusted.

They were brought together back then, married because of dishonest and mistrusted love, by the misunderstanding of fate.

But didn't fate brought them back with complete affection and trust towards each other?

Brought with the one comforted and supported the other in the right time, they didn't know back then that they were truly meant to be, they just didn't believe it.

And now, they're here. Yesterday were all cats and dogs, and then the next day, wrapped up with each other's warmth.

They didn't regret. Never had they thought to regret of their past actions towards each other, because they were tired of regretting. They've regretted enough, and right now, there's still a lot of things to rest and fix.

I stood from afar, smiling at the beautiful sight. I can't believe my plan actually work, and that was a close call, since I caught Dad crumpling up a piece of paper, I concluded and hoped to be the divorce ones, throwing it away in a nearby trash bin.

Certainly, I felt excited of what wonders of being a family I might experience after this, knowing that everything's at peace.

I really wished I could join their hug and congratulate them, but this is a once in a lifetime moment for them. The first time they chose to be just the two of them. So I understood clearly.

"Welp, better late than nothing." My Dad's voice suddenly perked up, alerting me to glance at him. We were still in a hugging position at present, the three of us right at the door way.

"Oh, dear! Late, my foot, go!" Mother scolded, pulling away from the hug and promptly pushing him out of the house, as he only chuckled playfully.

I went back upstairs to my laptop to continue my work, finishing my program's coding system.

I smiled proudly once more, remembering the very reason they went back together.

If only they knew...

That I am Fran Luce Dreemurr Gaster, developer of You!

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A/n: 😅 Oh Fran, you sly wittle brat! That was you all along?!

Anyways, that's You?! Probably the most heartfelt story I have ever written! Did I manage to make you cry?

You(lelz): no...😑

Oh, okay.

Anyways, the next chapter's gonna be good, and it's by far, again, one of my favorites. Get ready for another emotionally feels trip story! Thinking about this one made me cry actually, for realz.

Although, the first part (Yes. This one will be a four-part story, sorry.) does not actually reveal the feels yet-- I'm not spoiling!?

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Description: Please... Heal Her!

Level 2: Unlocked

Though blessed with fame and fortune, the great Dr. Sans never cared less or more for anyone. But after meeting his very special patient, Frisk, who had only a year to live, will he have time to show how much he cared?

Oh~ sounds enticing, don't ya think, pinksterz?💕 You know what to do!