Frisk sighed as she put the last of her boxes in her car. Her smile brightened though, when she saw Toriel standing there.

After the last sleepover, her mother had been...cold. She only spoke to Frisk when it was absolutely necessary and ignored her attempts to start a conversation.

"Hi Mom." Frisk said.

"So, you're moving in with Sans." Toriel said. Her voice was icy.

"Um, yeah actually." She said. Sans had been suggesting her moving in with him since Paps moved out and Frisk had finally given in. She was a adult now and couldn't depend on her mother forever. "I'll visit and call-"

"How long have you been dating Sans?"

Frisk froze. Oh shit. "H-How did you find out?"

"Oh, when I saw you two kissing in your room."

"Look, Mom, we were going to tell you but-"

Frisk was cut off when her mother slammed her into the car's side. Then there was blood on Frisk's face. She pressed her fingers against the cut that Toriel had made.

"Let's see if he thinks you're beautiful now." Toriel said. "I will say this once: Back. Off."

Frisk yanked herself into the car and started driving.

~'~'~

"She cut you?" Sans said. The two had gotten Grillby's for lunch to eat as they unpacked Frisk's stuff.

"Yeah. It was weird. She was, I don't know, jealous." Frisk said.

"Well, she and I did spend forty years making knock knock jokes through the doors of the Ruins." He said, taking a fry. "Feelings could develop in that time."

"Really?" Frisk sighed. "Now I feel bad."

"Don't worry. I'll talk to her." Sans said. Frisk gasped as magic surrounded her and pulled her into his arms. "But right now, there is a bed that needs to be checked out."

"Thinking of sex already?"

"You're perfect."