Judge Jimothy slams his gavel onto a small wooden circle, the sound silencing the murmurs of the crowd. "ORDER IN THE COURT!" Everyone immediately ceases speaking and turns to him. "Today we shall cover the matter of... SORIEL VS FRANS!"

Shocked murmuring echoes through the crowd. On the top there are three seats, taken up by Sans, Frisk, and Toriel. Sans has his face buried in his hands, glowing a deep azure, while Frisk and Toriel shoot each other uncomfortable glances. Sans continues to whisper one thing under his breath, over and over... "Just kill me already."

The judge scans the audience for a moment, his gaze settling upon the Soriel lawyer, OL. "OL, if you would speak please."

The Soriel lawyer slams her hands on her table, a fierce expression glowing in her eyes that says, Imma win this, so you'd better run. Of course, I know better. She begins to speak. "Soriel is obviously the better ship! It's adorable, the 'behind closed doors' thing, and they have so much in common! They both love puns..." she trailed off.

Jimothy casts his glance to me, and a knowing smile comes over my face. "Well Frans is cute for way more than just 'they both like puns'. That's a cheap and shallow reason to like someone. In the game, Frisk is a kind and caring person who seems to make friends with everyone. This conveys an easygoing personality, laid back but not lazy. This completes Sans's lazy personality, because she could still get things done, and when she needs his help, she won't even too hard on him. She gets along with him easily and seems supportive of his puns, and since she doesn't have a super defined personality..." Frisk looks offended at this. I roll my eyes and continue. "You can shape her personality to be what you want. I personally imagine her as a fun, joking person. I also think that the promise Sans made to Toriel 'behind closed doors' to protect Frisk is a great ship base, that he would never hurt her unless she literally killed his own brother, his entire world. Also, one last bit, probably the most important, to me, at least... Frisk, do you mind?" I ask the girl sitting at the top of the room. Blushing a bright tomato red, she shakes her head no, she doesn't mind. "Okay," I say, nodding, "I think that they can be a support to one another. The reason Frisk fell down the hole is, for the most part, unknown. Frisk and I happen to be the only two who really know. Frisk didn't trip on a root... she jumped. The life behind her was so gruesome, so hurtful, that she just couldn't take it anymore. So she climbed Mount Ebott, ready to leave this awful life behind and hope for a better one after. She jumped down the hole, going to end her life, but she was still alive, still in her misery. She's gotten better, for the most part, but she still has... some issues. As some of us may know..." I glance at Sans, asking his permission. He nods a yes, his eyes full of hope that this freaking court case will end soon. "Sans also has some... issues... and I think together they could support each other, be sure the other didn't do anything irrational, and let each other know that there are people who care about them, and together, with support, they could make their way out of the pit of depression, understanding each other in a way that no one else really could."

Judge Jimothy is nodding along, trying to look at it from both sides (but he knows which side is the obvious winner). "OP, do you have anything to argue with?"

The Soriel lawyer is nodding fiercely now, the glint in her eye not quite as bright as it was, thought it still glittered. "Yes! I do! Frans is pedophilia! It's an adult and a child. That's disgusting and not right. Soriel is the right age and just adorable."

The judge looks like he is thinking harder now. "LSS, do you have anything to say?"

"Yessir!" I shout, excited to win this debate, because it's obvious that the OP is pulling at strings now. "What is the evidence, you ask? TobyFox himself stated that Frisk is 16, or around that age. 16 can be considered a child. And it all depends on how you interpret Sans's age. There's no evidence stating that he's lived for thousands of years. I personally consider him to be 17 or 18." Sans nods his agreement at this, the blush remaining dusted upon his cheeks. "I know he calls he calls her 'kid', but I call people my own age 'kid', and people older than me 'kid'. Heck, I call my own dad 'kid' sometimes. However, in the game, Sans literally calls Toriel 'old lady'." At this, Toriel shoots Sans a glare. He looks ashamed, but there is a glint of humor in his eyes. "As I was saying... Toriel is obviously way older than Sans, if he actually refers to her as old. No one calls people their own age 'old'. There's really no proof to Sans and Frisk not being relatively close in age, while there is literally a quote stating that Toriel is significantly older than Sans."

Jimothy slams his gavel on the pad triumphantly. "Case closed! Frans wins!"

I stand up and take a bow, the Frans side cheering wildly. The Soriel side grumbles and looks away, but I actually see a few people drifting over to my side. The OP is screaming in defeat. She slams a fist into the flimsy table, snapping it in half, and begins to run to me before being restrained by five Soriel shippers.

Up on the top row, Sans is looking anywhere but at Frisk, but he occasionally glances at her, his face a deep royal blue. Frisk's face is as red as her soul. Sans speaks first. "S-so, eh... I didn't know that's why you fell. Must be tough." Frisk nods, and he continues. "If it makes ya feel any better, I-I'm rootin' for ya, kid. I get it."

Frisk nods again. "Heh, yeah... thanks."

Sans begins to look uncomfortable, or more uncomfortable than he already was, but it's obvious he's trying to play it cool. "Hey, kiddo? D-do ya wanna go to Grillby's, maybe?"

"Yeah, that'd be nice."