Frisk's stomach had started to grow.

She noticed after stumbling out of bed. Her stomach seemed rounder than usual. "Hey Sans?"

"Yes?" There was the sound of the microwave beeping. Then there was the scent of pizza rolls.

"Could you check my soul?"

The skeleton popped upstairs, staring at his lover in confusion. "Sure? Why?"

"I just want to check something."

He nodded, making a tugging motion. Her soul flitted out, the purple splotch much bigger.

Their baby was growing.

-_-

Toriel sniffed. She was grading papers, the new police report repaying in her head.

Both Sans and Frisk had left their phones. Yet, somebody had been turning in work on her daughter's Classline profile. It was possible that Frisk was doing it on an untraceable laptop.

She just couldn't understand why Frisk and Sans would run away, especially in her daughter's condition...

Toriel froze.

The memory of the birds and bees came up. She had explained her family's line of underage pregnancies. Maybe something she said had ignited the protective parental urges in both of them when they found out.

The teacher burst into tears.

She had done this.