"So, I see you divorced your fairy wife." Sans subtly slipped into the conversation, drinking from his mug. 

"Shut up." Geno groaned, having the urge to slap him. 

Toriel, which was talking to him about some gardening she wanted to do in the future, perked up at the comment and glanced at Geno's hand, noticing no ring. "Did you get rid of it?" She asked.
The addressed skeleton paused before silently nodding. 

"I don't want to intrude on anyone else's business," Frisk piped up, sitting to Geno's left. "But why did you? It was really pretty..." 

"...It... Well..." The scarfed skeleton shifted his hands a little. "It was a little uncomfortable is all. I just didn't want to see it." 

After a momentary silence, Toriel decided to pick up the conversation where they left off, much to Geno's liking. 

They all spoke for a few more hours, Sans contributing with the occasional pun followed by the distant cries of Papyrus. As much as Geno wanted to enjoy those hours, he couldn't help but think about the ring.
Where did it come from?
How did he even get it?
Why did it seem so... familiar? 

Before he could indulge in his thoughts further, Frisk suddenly slammed both of their hands on the table. 

"I JUST REMEMBERED!" They shouted, excitement in their eyes. Toriel gave them a questioning look while Sans had to use all of the napkins to wipe the spill on his shirt. 

"Geez kid, what's up?" Sans grumbled, rubbing away the ketchup. 

"You. Put. Ketchup. In. Your. Mug." Geno felt like face palming. 

"Yep." Sans simply teleported the used napkins to god knows where and continued drinking. 

"GUYS!" Frisk yelled again, snatching everyone's attention once again. "WEREN'T WE SUPPOSED TO MEET THE OTHERS AT THE BEACH?" 

Silence. 

Then, everyone quickly got up from their chair. 

"I can't believe we forgot!" Toriel exclaimed, running off to get ready. Sans teleported away, probably reappearing in his room as well. Frisk had sinply scrambled to their room as well, sprinting up a flight of stairs. 

The only one that was left was Geno. He got up too and began towards his room. 

Before he turned to enter it, however, he passed the bathroom. He stopped, silently staring at the dark room. Reluctant, he continued onward, but stopped once more when something caught his gaze. Curious, he retraced his steps and wandered inside the bathroom, walking to the trashcan. Bending down, he, with much regret and disgust, stuck his arm inside and retrieved what had interested him. 

It was the ring.

He nearly dropped it back in, finding that it was a waist of time getting it back again. Luckily, he didn't and was able to finally notice something. There was gold words engraved inside. Before he read them, he flipped on the lights and thoroughly washed his hands.
Who knows what was in that bin...

After that, he wiped down the ring and flipped the lights off, leaving to his room. 

~~~

"What took you all so long?!" Undyne complained, sitting on the warm sand. 

"Sorry..." Frisk bowed their head.

With a sigh, Undyne laid her hand on Frisk's head, patting it. "Whatever, just don't take too long next time." She then sported her famous toothy grin, fishing out a volleyball from her bag. "WELL PUNKS?! LET'S PLAY!" 

Both Frisk and Papyrus jumped at the challenge, while Alphys and Sans decided to simply tag along. All of them ran to the court (minus the lazy skeleton, he just let Papyrus drag him) and took their positions, Asgore getting pulled into it.
As always, Toriel stayed behind to help set up the small picnic she had prepared with Geno sitting in the shade.
"May I ask why you insist on watching?" Toriel asked once she was nearly done with preparations. 

Geno looked up from his scarf. "Well..." He fidgeted with the cloth, careful not to get it dirty. "Watching was all I could do for a long time..." 

The former queen gave him a confused look, but soon shook it off. Geno got up and offered to help, making the work a lot faster. 

Eventually, the players of the volleyball death match returned, hungry. Everyone sat down to eat, chowing down and overall enjoying themselves. 

Except for one skeleton. 

"Hey bud," Sans said between mouthfuls. "You okay?" 

Geno sighed. "I'm not that hungry." 

"NOT EVEN FOR THE GREAT PAPYRUS' SPAGHETTI???" Papyrus exclaimed, revealing a small box. He set it in Geno's lap, beaming proudly. 

Geno let out another sigh, smiling. "Fine." 

With a victorious NYEH HEH HEH!, the taller skeleton handed him a fork and sat back down, enjoying his own meal.  Geno opened the box.

T̸h̷e̷ ̴s̸k̵e̸l̷e̷t̸o̸n̸ ̵l̵i̸f̷t̵e̸d̷ ̷t̶h̵e̸ ̴b̸o̸x̴ ̵o̶f̵f̷ ̵o̴f̸ ̵h̶i̵s̵ ̶l̷a̷p̷ ̵a̸n̶d̶ ̷h̵a̵n̸d̴e̷d̴ ̶i̶t̵ ̵t̸o̴ Ŗ̷͓̜̳̖̩̜̋̅͒̿͑̈́̓ͅͅẻ̸̜̪͇̈̃̀̌̌͗̅͒̒å̴̹̺̠̮̦͓̥̮̠͗p̶̮͓͉̜̈́͑̃̄̚ë̵̖͎̪͇̞̱̪̉̉͌̒̄̌ͅr̴̼̲͔̣̋͋̓̓͌̊̂̕͘͜ ̶.̷ ̶I̴t̵ ̶w̶a̶s̵ ̵w̸a̸r̴m̴.̷ ̷C̵u̷r̵i̷o̶u̴s̵,̴ ̶ ̸Ŗ̷͓̜̳̖̩̜̋̅͒̿͑̈́̓ͅͅẻ̸̜̪͇̈̃̀̌̌͗̅͒̒å̴̹̺̠̮̦͓̥̮̠͗p̶̮͓͉̜̈́͑̃̄̚ë̵̖͎̪͇̞̱̪̉̉͌̒̄̌ͅr̴̼̲͔̣̋͋̓̓͌̊̂̕͘͜ s̵l̵o̴w̷l̶y̴ ̴o̸p̴e̶n̸e̵d̷ ̵t̵h̸e̴ ̴b̴o̶x̶.̶ ̶I̸n̷s̴i̶d̵e̵ ̷w̸a̴s̵ ̷a̶ ̸d̷e̶c̷e̷n̸t̶ ̷p̷l̷a̴t̵e̵ ̶o̵f̷ ̷s̷p̴a̸g̴h̶e̵t̶t̴i̷.̶ ̶

̴"̵I̷ ̵k̸n̴o̸w̷ ̷i̴t̵ ̵i̴s̴n̶'̸t̴ ̸a̷s̶ ̸g̷o̷o̷d̸ ̸a̵s̸ ̶h̷i̸s̵,̵ ̸b̴u̴t̸-̵"̸ ̶

̵

Ŗ̷͓̜̳̖̩̜̋̅͒̿͑̈́̓ͅͅẻ̸̜̪͇̈̃̀̌̌͗̅͒̒å̴̹̺̠̮̦͓̥̮̠͗p̶̮͓͉̜̈́͑̃̄̚ë̵̖͎̪͇̞̱̪̉̉͌̒̄̌ͅr̴̼̲͔̣̋͋̓̓͌̊̂̕͘͜ ̶w̴r̶a̶p̷p̴e̴d̸ ̸a̷n̶ ̷a̶r̶m̷ ̷a̶r̴o̵u̵n̷d̶ ̴G̸e̵n̴o̵,̶ ̶p̵u̷l̶l̵i̴n̷g̵ ̶h̶i̷m̶ ̸c̶l̴o̴s̶e̶r̶ ̶t̵o̶ ̷h̵i̶m̴s̵e̵l̴f̶.̷ ̸"̷.̶.̶.̵T̵h̸a̵n̴k̴ ̴y̸o̶u̸.̴"̵ ̵

̶

̷G̸e̷n̶o̴'̸s̸ ̴s̷m̵i̶l̵e̶ ̶w̵i̶d̵e̶n̶e̸d̶.̶ ̶"̴Y̷o̷u̵r̴ ̸w̴e̸l̷c̴o̶m̷e̶.̸"̶ ̷

The fork fell from Geno's hand as he stared at the plate in front of him. He quickly covered his mouth, suddenly feeling sick. He coughed, liquid splattering onto his hand. 

Alphys noticed first, looking up at the scarfed skeleton. "A-Are you alright?" She asked. 

Geno pulled his hand away. His pinpricks contracted. 

A̵t̶ ̴t̸h̷a̶t̵ ̶m̸o̸m̸e̴n̴t̴,̶ ̵t̴i̵m̵e̴ ̸s̴t̶o̵o̸d̶ ̷s̶t̵i̶l̴l̵.̷ ̷M̴y̴ ̷m̷i̶n̶d̷ ̸s̴t̷a̵r̷e̸d̶ ̵b̶l̸a̶n̸k̵l̴y̴ ̴a̸t̶ ̵t̸h̷i̸s̸ ̷l̶i̵q̸u̷i̷d̶ ̶c̵o̶a̴t̶e̵d̶ ̵o̷n̵ ̵m̴y̷ ̶h̶a̸n̴d̶.̴ ̸

̷I̸t̵ ̵w̴a̸s̷ ̵w̴a̷r̸m̷.̷ ̴

̶I̴t̴ ̶w̶a̷s̶ ̴f̷r̸i̷g̷h̶t̸e̷n̸i̷n̸g̶.̶ ̸

̶I̷t̸ ̴w̷a̸s̵ ̴R̴E̵D̷.̴ ̶

Geno's other hand clutched his skull. Everyone was now staring at him, a look of concern on their faces. "Geno?" Frisk called out, but didn't receive a response.

What were these thoughts Geno was having?

Are these... memories?

He coughed a bit more, blood now splattering onto the box in his lap. 

Sans went to shield Papyrus' eye-sockets as Toriel lunged into action, setting down her sandwich and making her way to Geno's side. She took some napkins she brought and started wiping up the blood.
Asgore soon joined the scene and his paws emitted a comforting green glow.
Healing magic.
Both Dreemurrs were now working together, both focusing to help the skeleton.

Undyne and Alphys had stood near, ready to call an ambulance if need be.
Sans was keeping Papyrus from looking, his eye-socket blazing with blue as he watched a familiar-looking wound reopen and start to stain Geno's shirt.
Frisk had joined at Geno's side, trying to help Geno through the process.
The skeleton gritted his teeth, the burning in his chest growing from his wound and dying down thanks to the green magic.
"Don't worry Geno, you'll be alright." Frisk whispered, trying their best to comfort him. 

~~~

Fortunately, Toriel and Asgore were able to stop the bleeding. After that, they decided that that was enough for one day and went back home.
Now, Geno was laying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. 

Despite his head being a little foggy, he could have sworn those were memories. 

...Were they? 

A knock on his door interrupted his thoughts. 

"Knock knock." the skeleton said. 

"Come in." 

Sans opened the door. "Aaaaaand that is how you officially ruin a perfectly good joke." 

"I'm not in the mood." Geno grabbed the pillow next to him and simply let it fall on his face. 

"Hey, I just came in to give you this." 

The scarfed skeleton moved the pillow away to peer over at the other, his eye-sockets landing on his extended palm.  There sat the ring. Geno sat up, quickly making his way to Sans and snatching it from him. 

"Saw that you dropped this." 

"Thanks..." Geno swiftly grumbled. 

"Also noticed that there are some gold words inside of it." Sans continued, lazily placing his skeletal hands into his soft pockets. 

Geno held the ring up to a light. "I noticed it too..." 

"Is that why you fished it out of the trash?" 

Geno's skull whipped around towards Sans. "How-" 

"Saw it when I went to fill some water-balloons." 

"Why-" 

"Frisk wanted to prank Undyne." 

"...Okaaaaay then." 

Sans sighed. "A word of advice, don't throw away something that valuable. You'll probably regret it in the future."
Geno caught a glimpse of regret in Sans' eye-sockets, which was quickly replaced with his lazy stare.
"Anyways, are you going to read it?" 

Geno quickly nodded and looked inside.

It was written in beautiful calligraphy letters, spanning around the whole inside of the ring.

"I Will Always Love You, No Matter How Far Apart We Are."

eRROR

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