A/n (DJrayray): Umm, heyya homies, err, pinksterz!💕(?)

So... this is my first time as admin, heh.

First of all, explanation!

Unfortunately, Pinky's not here due to health probs, hope she'll be okay as soon as possible. But she did grant me permission to take over her account for a bit, so yeah!

Recently, after being informed of her ranking in Frans, she excitedly wrote this chapter as a tribute. Sadly, she wasn't able to publish this herself, and that's exactly why I'm here! To publish this myself for her.

So now, let's see what she did:

(Pinky102ZaneXd)

A/n: Konichiwa, pinksterz!💕

First of all, I would like to thank each and every pinkster💕 for everything, for the support you all gave me, which I don't think I deserved. I'm saying this because, ladies and gentlemen... Why Not? ranked #8 in the Frans tag as of July 28, 2020, before ranking up more to #7 on August 3, 2020! And now? #6 on August 6, 2020?!! Yes! (I'm controlling the overflow of my emotions here XD)

Someone call DJrayray 'cause we've got a party going on, woo!

DJrayray: Did somebody say PARTAY?!

Yes, we did. This'll be the first time I'll be accepting your celebrations.

DJrayray: PAAARRRTTTAAAYYY!!!

Pinksterz💕, I just don't know how to react, but all I know is that I feel so honored to have such an achievement. Never have I thought to reach out for so much, and owe you all for this. This motivated me to push myself further, and so I thank you and love you all so much!

As a tribute for this wonderful outcome, I will be publishing a special chapter of the very short story I wrote that urged up my motivations and started it all; You're My Destination!

So, this would be unlocked, and I would eagerly dedicate this oneshot to my dear fwend, GalaxyLunaMoon. They were the first pinkster💕 to ever say Why Not? in the comment section, and the one who unlocked the said short story. Thankie, Galaxy!

Now, without further ado, You're My Destination 2.

⚠Warning: XD Not really. I warn you of sass! This story was especially known for the humor it gave, so yeah! You've been warned. Also, I don't actually know what fluff is, but I think, I THINK it contained fluff, so beware!

Enjoy!

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"Give her back to us, and we'll make sure to pay you back handsomely, wiping any trace of the crime you have just committed." A low gruffy voice plead rather harshly from the other line of what seemed to be a golden telephone. A big white fluffy paw, grasped it shakily, out of nervousness at such an unusual way to start a conversation.

He just got back at the castle this late afternoon from a very important and exhausting meeting, only to receive an unexpected call... From the Surface.

He sighed, scratching his blonde hair-covered head, causing the golden crown that sat elegantly on top of it to slightly tilt, bumping on one of his majestic white horns, and his long flowing purple cape softly swayed with the breezing wind.

"Sir, I apologize, but I cannot seem to understand your point. Please forgive my rudeness, you started the conversation rather out of expectancy." His deep calm voice stated apologetically, though he knew that whoever was on the other line was the one being rude, but he shrugged it off. He's talking to a human here, and it would be stupid enough to cause any confliction.

This human was probably of high-profile too, it seems. So high, enough to have access in contacting with the monsters of the Underground.

"You know what I mean by this, Asgore, and I know that whoever falls to that shit hole, they would surely be in your hands by now!" the voice growled angrily, causing for the tall goat monster to slightly flinch. Recollecting himself from the sudden use of his name, he cleared his throat.

"I'm sorry to say, no human has ever fallen down for more than twenty years (My fave number now!). And if there is, my royal guards would have reported it sooner, and I would've known." He stated professionally, awaiting for the caller to answer. The human from the other line chuckled amusedly in retort, causing for the monster king to think back on his words.

"Yes, you would've known." The voice hissed, "You would've known that my daughter is in your grounds by now, and that you are so hopeless to free everyone in there, that you wouldn't want to give her back to me!"

"I do not know what you are talki-"

"Lies! So much lies! My men reported to witness her private jet crashing down on Mt. Ebott, and I did know of the myth existing about it."

"Sir." He began, "With all due respect, I would like to give you my sympathy."

"I don't need your sympathy! I need her, and it's not like she would've been-"

"Dead?" Asgore suddenly interrupted with a sad tone, "Yes. That is why I am telling you this. Plane crashes have been frequently occurring around the Underground for the past twenty years. No humans could ever survive such a drastic accident, the reason for us having no luck of finding any human. I'm deeply sorry for your loss."

"B-but... I..." the voice suddenly stammered in disbelief, grief and sorrow all filling up his now hoarsely weak voice.

"I apologize. I'll be finishing this conversation for you to think it over, sir." As he was about to hang up, however, a familiar blue fish lady in a full metal armor came rushing in , panting excitedly as she did, her blood red hair tied up to a ponytail, now messy inside the stuffy metal helmet she wore.

"King Asgore!" she called out between catching her breath.

Raising up a blonde fluffy eyebrow, he asked, "Undyne? Tell me one good reason why you came in, in such a dire state?"

"A human!" Just these two words caused the king of all monsterkind jump and tremble, his paws releasing the telephone, making it dangling at the side of the table.

Straightening himself, and after retracting back his crown in its place, "What do you mean a human?"

"I mean," she started, "that Alphys spotted one just roaming around Snowdin, like if it owned the place (XD Typical.)! It seemed that this has been going on for weeks already."

"And none of the royal guards even bothered to report?!" he suddenly erupted angrily, Undyne flinching at his change of tone, "What does it look like?"

"Short chestnut brown hair, tan skin, fancy clothing. And what's more? Sans, that fricking lazy bag of bones, seemed to be with her all the time!" she exclaimed, gritting her sharp teeth at the thought of some certain 'trusted' skeleton kind of betrayed them.

Processing the words the captain of the royal guards reported, he went back on immediately grabbing the telephone back to his ear. He could still hear the sniffles, and can sense the dazed reaction at the other line.

"Sir. Are you still there?"

A cracked voice responded with a stuttering, "Y-yes."

"I have news for you."

"What? Did you found the body of my Frisk?" he growled lowly, masking his mournful grief.

"That... and the fact that she's alive."

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"Really now?" she said rather sarcastically, folding her arms, and arching a perfectly-shaped eyebrow, as she eyed the wooden building in front of her, "Is this the 'romantic' date you were oh so excited about that you wouldn't stop rambling about back at the house?"

They were in front of the famous, but gruesome bar, Grillby's. Though around them was the shivering snowy landscape of the town of Snowdin, the bar stood out with its warm and welcoming atmosphere. I wonder why?

"er, yeah?" he replied, rubbing the back of his collarbone out of embarrassment, already knowing the girl of his dreams wants nothing than an establishment filled of drunken monsters and greasy meals.

"You bonehead! You just made me waste my luxuriously exclusive makeup, and this tres chic dress I found lying around your room! Why was this in there anyways?" she eyed him suspiciously with her accusing honey-glazed golden eyes.

A tint of blue came escaping from both of his cheekbones, his crystal white gaze turned to land on the brunette beside him, the cyan hue darkening to the color of sapphire.

He coughed a bit before stammering, "y-ya look pretty in it." He admitted, changing the subject.

Almost instantly, her heart skipped a beat, her cheeks now flushed in a soft pink hue as she looked down in a modest way, glancing at the dress she wore.

It fits well with the tone of her skin; a short lavender dress that reached just above her knees, a blue belt adorned with luscious beads hung right around her waist, and a pair of purple heels on her dainty feet. Her hair, as always, is held up to a simple bun.

"Th-thank you." She said shyly, still not darting her eyes off the ground. An ivory hand held her chin up, causing for her to look at the skeleton in a much flustered state.

"and that blush of yours made ya even more attractive. is that also included in your makeup kit, eh, sweetheart?" He smirked, finally breaking her walls down.

"Sh-shut up, let's just go." She sighed in annoyance, pulling her face away from his hand before continuing to enter the building first. He chuckled in amusement, giving himself a pat on the shoulder in his thoughts, following her inside right after.

How she hated where this is all going. Back then, she was so used to the compliments everyone she stumbled upon gave her, from her family, friends, co-workers, girls, and boys galore. But with Sans? That's a totally different case. How come he's the only one who could manage to grant her this effect? Maybe it's all because that she loved this guy too genuinely.

She slightly shivered, no thanks to the dress she regrettably wore. Sans, being the unexpectedly gentleman he is, took his signature blue hoodie off and draped it around the girl, making her slightly blush at the contact with the fabric, giving him a look of thankful confusion.

"what? s'your fault ya didn't wear anything casual." He shrugged in retort as both took their places at the counter seats.

"I've never even expected us to settle dating here in this... this place! And it's basically your fault you don't have anything casual for me to wear, you lazy sack of bones!"

"ya didn't even bother touching my tees?"

"That's what you call casual? Back in my mansion, my casual wear always involved a long-sleeve blouse, square pants, jewelry..."

"wow. good to hear your house drownin in clothes. ya can even overtake mettaton with all the fashion lessons ya keep giving me."

"I know right?" She exclaimed in a knowing huff, "I'm nothing compared to that robot who says you look fabulous with icky sticky glitter!"

"yeah." He smiled in a loving way, "ya look more fabulous." But his attempt of putting up a mischievous impression came out ignored, unfortuantely, with her babbling on with how better she looked than the star of the Underground she had watched multiple times in TV, which both lovers considered annoyingly unbearable.

"I mean, come on! Who says his legs were that glamorous? Isn't it obvious that it's so metalically fake? Compared to mine, these are the real deal!" She angrily haughted, grabbing the hem of her dress in preparation to pull it upwards. This caught the skeleton off guard, quickly placing his phalange on her thigh in an intent of stopping her.

"ok, ok! frisk, chill, relax!" He panicked, his skull all splashed with the familiar blue hue, "ya don't have to prove it in front of me."

"Why? You haven't seen it yet, so I was only expressing my point..." she said in shock and confusion, causing for her to try and pull the hem again, only for him to grip her thigh tighter.

"frisk, your legs are amazing (😑), and that's period." As much as he hated how bad it sounded for him, he has to think of something to calm her down. Unfortunately for him, however, she kind of freaked out even more.

"Wait, you saw them!? Pervert!" She shrieked in terror, causing for his blush to heighten up a notch, flailing his bony hands about in defense.

"n-no! i swear i didn't! i... gah! let's just not talk about this matter, ever." He sighed in defeat, slumping further on his chair as he averted his eyes anywhere but her, "don't ya think what ya're doin right now is a little too risky and uncomfortable to you? i mean, we're in a bar after all. doing that's a death wish with all the prying eyes." He said, looking warily around the room.

Sure enough, all drunken eyes are on the obviously gorgeous lady. She seemed undaunted by the fact though, shrugging it off like it was nothing.

"So what? Back in the Surface, I wear even more extremely than this. Evening dresses with long slits at the side are only nothing. I have a ton of Lez-Pierre's designer clothes (To those who don't know, Lez-Pierre is a designer known to design, ahem, sexy clothing. How did I know this? Archie comics, that's how. XD), all piled up in my humungous walk-in closet." She announced rather haughtily, as Sans rolled his white pinpricks at her statement.

"You do know what a walk-in closet is, don't you?"

"of course i know."

"Shoot."

"well, ya walk in it..."

"Ok, and so?"

"and then..." he began, leaning in to whisper ominously, "ya closet."

At this, she was extremely pissed, grabbing a nearby conveniently-placed beer bottle, and was about to smash it on the helpless skeleton's skull, who held his hands up in defense as he chuckled uncontrollably, when a cough was heard to interrupt them.

It was Grillby.

The bartender and owner of the bar folded his arms, as he watched the two in an amused expression, though not visible beneath the orange flames of his practically flame head.

Upon acknowledging his presence, the two straightened up, with Frisk gently releasing the bottle.

"I see you've brought a lovely human friend here, Sans. Taking her in, I assume?"

"eh, no. she's actually mine."

"Oh." Grillby said, giving the human a knowing look, "Well then, may I take your order?"

"the usual. add two fries and two burgers, if ya already know what i mean."

The flame monster adjusted his rectangular thin-brimmed spectacles, nodding in reply before continuing to head towards the kitchen.

Upon realization of a strange feeling present on her body, the brunette looked down, her face now in sync with the color of freshly picked tomatoes. Sans took notice of this in worry, giving her a questioning look of concern.

"ya okay, sweets?" He asked.

"Umm..." she nervously stated, "You could let go now." She added, still not taking her eyes off her lap.

He too, looked down, and if he ever had skin, he'd surely turn paler than just ivory white at the sight, his face now featuring fifty shades of blue. His ivory phalange still held on her thigh tightly, which he soon removed, his hand back inside one of his pockets, muttering a 'sorry'.

Their order came, and as soon as her golden gaze landed on the (sorry, Grillbz) greasy food, all the redness that adorned her delicate features washed away, drained down by that of disgust. She scrunched her nose in displeasure.

oh, boy. here we go again.

"What is this?" She asked, slightly poking her burger with the tips of her fork, as she emphasized on what she truly meant by that.

"a burg?"

"No... What is in it?"

The skeleton shrugged casually, gesturing at Grillby to continue the conversation as he mind his own business of chugging down a ketchup bottle. The flame monster cleared his throat before sighing.

"This m'lady, is a concoction of various ingredients.(Again with the cooking course!? What's gotten into you, Author?!)" He replied in a calm manner, pulling up the top bun of the sandwich as he did, revealing the treasures of what is inside. The human was surprisingly amazed by the shocking discovery, like an excited nine year-old, peering over on what is in front of her.

"As you can see, the 'burger' is made up of sliced-up lettuce, onions, pickles, tomatoes, cheese, mayonnaise, and..." he paused, pointing at the brown-colored lump of "Beef."

Instantly, her mouth watered in pure delight and satisfaction. Not because of the radiance the colorful vegetables gave, but because that one word that softly rang through her ears, and at the same time, her mind.

"Beef. ~" her pink lips quivered as she spoke, not taking her eyes off the meat, only to jump back in surprise as Grillby suddenly stacked the ingredients back in to place. She quietly pouted in her mind, then realized her mistake.

Never judge a food by its cover.

"Care for a bite?" He encouraged her with a warm and enticing tone. At that, she hesitated, smelling its aroma cautiously before sighing and finally (FINALLY!) taking a bite.

Almost instantly, it's as if the wonderous taste of such delicacy was enough for it to take her away to who knows where, probably enough to make her fly towards Ebott City. She hummed in delight, taking in every scrumptious savor of the sandwich she held in her hands.

"so..." the skeleton beside her suddenly spoke up, seeming amused by her reaction, "how was it?"

However, she couldn't seem to be able to talk, due to her mouth being full, so raised two thumbs-up instead, as tears gently rolled down her puffed cheeks at the taste of meat after weeks of being trapped down here in the Underground. Her retort made the two monsters laugh.

"Now, now, dear. No need to be in a rush and take your time." Grillby smiled, his orange flames glowing even brighter as he did.

"Compliments to the chef!" She approved.

"huh? s'that really that good? ain't my quiche better? ya know that's gourmet." Sans mused with pride at the mention of his specialty.

"Right." She rolled her eyes, "Nothing's better than your quiche."

"see?"

"Quiche?" The bartender perked up in curiosity, "Does our Sans here cook?" He asked, gesturing at the skeleton. Frisk scrunched her nose in surprise, her head turning to him in annoyance.

"You never told anyone you could cook this great?"

"eh... (One Dog Song Later~) no."

"If I have known, I would've never fired you back then." The flame monster shrugged as he admitted, "Adding quiche in the menu could be a huge upgrade."

(You: Hey, where did all the Frans part go?!!)

(Easy now, we're going there, don't worry!)

(You: Why don't ya just time skip?!!)

(I don't like time skips. It makes feel I'm lazy, when I admit that I'M NOT! Now could we just fricking get back to the story!?)

"no thanks." He shrugged, "i only cook for frisky here. and if you didn't fire me back then, i would've never found my world." He smiled, gazing at the brunette with pure affection, just as she too, returned it with a loving golden glance.

"also, i just so happened to show off a bit because of... err... umm..."

"Because he was fricking jealous!" The human laughed playfully, "I couldn't stop telling him about my past dates being all fancy with candlelit dinners, and homemade gourmet cuisine!"

"But why didn't Sans take you to a candlelit dinner like them?" Grillby asked, bewildered by her mention of past relationships.

"i wanted her to experience something special. something she hasn't done before, though i knew she wouldn't like it. at least, i made it a bit memorable." He shrugged, but winked at the bartender, "besides, aren't ya a candle light?"

He paused, gazing at Frisk in a mischievously flirtatious smirk, as he leaned closer to her awaiting visage, "but ya know what would make this date even more memorable?" His breath now felt nearer with every word he uttered. She, on the other hand, fluttered her eyes, sighing as she whispered innocently.

"What?"

"this." He continued, leaning in, but just as Grillby, who seemed pretty entertained, was about to witness two ends meet, a loud ring was heard coming from the human girl's phone, causing for the two immediately back away in order for her to answer whoever was the caller.

"Hello?" She asked, clearly annoyed. Sans couldn't hear who knows what was said on the other line, but whatever it is, it made Frisk jerk and stand, her face holding a frantic expression as she glanced at the maroon watch that wrapped her small wrists.

"Oh shit! I'll be there." She exclaimed, much to the skeleton's confusion.

"who was it?"

"Alphys."

If he had a nose, it would've been scrunched up in disbelief by now at the sound of the yellow reptile's name. He didn't trust Alphys one bit. And the fact that she's been watching their every move didn't help the matter at all.

"al? what does she want?"

"I-I..." she stammered nervously, causing for his permanent grin to slightly shrink in size.

"tell me. ya know we can't just trust that doc in any way."

"It's just this meeting we both planned on."

"uh-huh. and what was it about?"

"Business, stuff..."

"ya're lyin'."

"Am not! It's true we'd be meeting for an agreement."

"lies!" He yelled, causing for the girl to whip her head back at him in shock. She frowned, "What's wrong with you?"

"the frick is wrong with ya to?! i thought we agreed for ya not to meet alphys ever?"

"What's so bad about it? Alphys is my friend!"

"kid, listen like how ya should've listened to me before. she's been tailing on us all this time--"

"Don't you dare call me that stupid crappy name again, you bonehead!"

"look. i'm only wo--"

"Forget about it, bone boy." She spat venomously, as he was taken aback by her sudden change in tone, "You can't just boss me around, deciding what I should be doing in my life. I'm going, and you can't stop me!" She growled, heading out before slamming the doors behind her, making the other customers gaze at the door and the skeleton back and forth in wonder.

Sans, however, could not do anything but sigh, slumping further on his stool.

"Was this frequent?" The bartender suddenly asked out of the blue, while continuing to wipe the counter clean.

"no."

"first lover's quarrel then."

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A/n: I would like to cut this one short first, since this is getting too long and probably boooring... But don't worry, confliction will begin in the supposedly next part of You're My Destination.

Ok, so about that pun about the walk-in closet... I would like to dedicate that to my awesome dad! Thanks Dad for inspiring me this idea!💕

So basically, we were just having a nice dinner, when oh so suddenly, my youngest sister was like:

"Ba, anong meaning ng walk-in closet? [Dad, what does a walk-in closet mean?]"

And then my Dad (a super psychology and philosophy master!) smugly answered with pride.

"Ah, alam ko yan. Diba, mag walk-in ka, pasok ka, and of course, sigaw ka ng 'closet!'. Kung sino makarinig, i-c-close niya. 😎 [Ah, I know that. Isn't that where you walk-in, then shout 'closet!'. So for those who could hear would shut wherever you are close.]"

That... made us all laugh upon realization! Except for Mom, who didn't like the joke a bit.

So anyways, that's You're My Destination 2! Hope you all enjoyed it, though I'd like to apologize for it being a bit dud for it's lack of sense(?).

See you all in the next chapter, pinksterz!💕

A/n: (DJrayray210)

Pinky told me this was unfinished, sorry. But she will continue this in the near future, not right now tho.