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The Judgilante: Part 3

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The Judgillante

 

Part 3

 

The fight was over, and getting out of bed had never been so hard.

 

Nevertheless, thanks to Asriel, all the energy was absorbed out of everyone and pulled into him, thus crowning him as the new king of monsters. As such, Asriel got straight to work in repairing the damages, both physically and emotionally, that his father had caused over the last decade. Humans received enormous tax cuts and the monsters who Asgore had treated better than everyone else due to their shared views were not only taxed double but put to work immediately to aid in the recovering.

 

That didn’t mean that the rest of monster-kind did nothing, though. Thanks to the diplomatic relationships Sans and I had formed with the various communities of the world, recovery began much quicker and was completed hastily. And after fifteen years, the ones who were fighting the entire time finally got to rest.

 

“are we getting up today?” Sans inquired with a sleep-heavy voice.

 

“Nope,” I replied serenely. My head was resting under his chin, cheek nuzzling gently into his collar bone. “You’re so comfortable, so I’m staying put.”

 

He chuckled, stroking my hair. “well, all things considered, i doubt anyone would blame us for being lazy. even my bro can’t complain, and he was the one who was always on me about taking too many naps and breaks.”

 

I giggled at the imagery forming in my mind at his words; Sans wearing a tired grin as his brother nagged him about this and that. Sans snorted. “yeah, exactly like that. add a sock pile with a sticky note argument and you’re spot on.” Seeing it, I let out a bunch of uncontrollable snorts.

 

“Why would you do that?” I cried a minute later, cheeks colored a bright red as I giggled with mirth. “I feel sorry for your brother.”

 

“oh c’mon, he totally thought it was funny. he loves to pretend he hates my jokes. heh, damn…i can’t help but remember all the times i’d go out of my way to push his buttons,” Sans snickered as the memories replayed. I rolled my eyes, sending apologetic vibes to the taller, bolder skeleton. “aww, you don’t have to do that. i caught him telling someone that his favorite jokes were mine. he didn’t know i was listening and it was just…the look of mortification. my face hurt so much from smiling.”

 

I shook my head. “Wow. Just wow.”

 

“WOW INDEED, BROTHER.” Papyrus glowered from the doorway. “I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU ARE STILL IN BED! AND TALKING ABOUT YOUR BROTHER, THE GREEEEEAT PAPYRUS, BEHIND MY BACK! SHAME ON YOU!”

 

“sup, pappers.” Sans greeted, ignoring his brother’s words. “i see you let yourself in. good thing we’re under the covers.”

 

I groaned, agreeing wholeheartedly. Beneath the soft cyan sheets, we were completely nude. Given that our mission was complete, we had spent most of our time alone, enjoying each other’s…company, so to speak.

 

Unfortunately, the others weren’t too keen on leaving us alone given that they wanted to know about our travels now that we were no longer vigilantes. The monsters of the royal city were especially eager to hear the story since most of them knew Sans personally before he started his journey.

 

“YOU KNOW WHY I AM HERE.” The taller skeleton declared, crossing his arms irritably. “CAPTAIN UNDYNE, DOCTOR ALPHYS, THE ENTIRE GUARD, AND MANY OF THE OTHERS FROM THE ROYAL CITY WANT TO HEAR THE STORY.”

 

Sans groaned. “can’t we just…y’know, hold off until later? i have been working for fifteen years and i am tired, especially now that everything is said and done. i have the right to a loooooooong,” he yawned, “nap, paps. you know i earned it.”

 

“HOGWASH!” Papyrus retaliated. I could barely hold back from laughing at his terminology. “WE BOTH KNOW THAT IF I GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO REST FOR TOO LONG, YOU WILL GET USED TO IT! FROM WHAT I HEAR, YOU HAVE NOT SLACKED OFF EVEN A LITTLE SINCE YOU LEFT HOME OVER TEN YEARS AGO.”

 

“yeah, well, i didn’t have a choice.” Sans shrugged. “now i do.” His grin enlarged as he teased his brother.

 

“GET. UP.” Pap ordered, a warning in his voice. “OR I WILL MAKE YOU. AND YOU WOULD NOT WANT ME TO REVEAL YOUR MATE’S NAKED BODY, NOW WOULD YOU?”

 

Twin flashing pupils ignited as Sans sat up. “don’t threaten or touch my lady, paps. you will regret that. and since you’re my bro, i know exactly what to do to make you regret it, should you act on that threat.”

 

Papyrus shrank back. “J-JUST…Get Up, OKAY?”

 

“we’ll get up when we want to, bro.” Sans waved him off, sinking back into the pillow nestled behind him his head. “don’t push us.”

 

“UGH!” The taller skeleton groaned.

 

“love you, pappers.” Sans called cheekily.

 

There was silence for roughly ten seconds, before finally, “…I LOVE YOU, TOO,” Papyrus called back.

 



 

“…and that’s basically the whole deal.” Sans said as he finished telling the crowd of monsters and humans. “in a nutshell, anyway.” I nodded from my place on his lap.

 

“WHAT?” Undyne shouted. “No! Go into more detail than that!”

 

“so you can write a fanfiction, or, worse, a manga about it.” Sans scoffed. “yeah, no chance, undyne. i’m not giving any fuel to the shipping fire of otp passion.” The crowd laughed as Undyne and Alphys blushed, the fish grumbling incoherently.

 

“Hey, Sans!” Frisk called with a raised hand.

 

“sup, kiddo?” Sans replied.

 

“Are you two gonna have kids?” The flirtatious human asked with a wink.

 

Whatever Sans expected, it wasn’t that. But knowing Frisk’s track record, neither he nor I were phased. Now a young adult, Frisk was known for ‘playing cupid’ having developed some questionable behaviors in more recent years. Thankfully, though, they didn’t have a chance to make a move towards Sans and my love life until after we were married and Soul Bonded.

 

“well, not sure yet.” Sans shrugged, Frisk’s question ineffective since the subject had been already been broached by me two years after our marriage. “now that we’ve completed the mission and don’t need to worry about safety, aria and i can start discussing it.”

 

I nodded. “I was just thinking about that the other day. It’s not a question of compatibility. It’s more about if we’re ready to be parents.”

 

Determination filtered into Frisk’s gaze as they gave two thumbs-up. “I can help if you need a babysitter. I know how you two are.”

 

I quirked a brow. “Um…?”

 

“what’s that supposed to mean?” Sans followed up, clearly thinking the same thing.

 

“You two love each other so much that you’ll spend more time in the bedroom than taking care of your kids,” Frisk explained confidently. “I can help with that.”

 

There was a beat of silence as the awkwardness of the topic swarmed through the crowd. That is until Sans and I broke it by bursting into laughter simultaneously. “n-nice try, kiddo.” Sans stuttered around his laughter.

 

“A-hay…pffff…A for effort!” I added in agreement as Sans and I continued to laugh uncontrollably.

 

Calming down, I made eye contact with Frisk. “You might be right,” I said with a shrug. “After all, I found a mate who can handle me.”

 

“mmmmhmmmm!” Sans hummed in agreement. “and trust me, kiddo.” Sans’ grinned mischievously. “if you can find a lady with better assets, personality, and abilities than my lady, i’ll consider spending less time with aria in the bedroom.” He shrugged. “but that’s impossible, so tough bits.”

 

Frisk pouted. “I will break you eventually!”

 

“sure you will!” Sans wheezed. “keep trying!”

 

“I can’t wait to see what they try next!” I snorted. “Holy shit!”

 

After catching our breaths, we regarded the flabbergasted crowd. “What the hell just happened?” Undyne demanded.

 

“Frisk is constantly trying to embarrass us,” I explained breathlessly. “It became something of a game.”

 

Sans shoulders shook. “heh, heh, yeah. it started right after our wedding. what did they say?” He turned to me.

 

“Something about having fun on our honeymoon and making lots of babies!” I replied, trying not to laugh at the memory. “It’s was hilarious!”

 

“they kept trying to embarrass us every time we visited.” Sans continued. “but it never worked. and it never will!”

 

Frisk harrumphed. “They’d either laugh or respond like I was asking about the weather. Who does that?”

 

“Us.” “us.” We replied together, winking.

 

“Uuuuuuuuugggggghhhhhhh!” Toriel’s youngest groaned, much to everyone’s amusement.

 

 

 

Frisk’s question was brought up a few nights later, though. I wanted children, to be a mother, and to see how Sans would change by becoming a father. Having seen his memory of raising Papyrus, I knew he wouldn’t change much. He’d probably become extra goofy, make awful dad jokes, and be extra supportive.

 

I could imagine it: Sans fixing the sink that had been clogged because our child didn’t know that you don’t put toilet paper in there. The child trying to help or apologize and Sans chuckling, assuring them it was okay, and wrapping his arm around them to keep them away from danger.

 

Another vision included Sans reading a book and two kids asking to join him. He’d hoist them onto his lap and read to them. They wouldn’t understand, but they’d still be enraptured as their dad explained. He’d be a role model, a friend, and, with his spirit, the best playmate ever. All the tea parties, make-believe games, dress up, building toys, and attending all events to support them.

 

Having read my chain of thought before I could ask, Sans stood from his desk and guided me upstairs to our bedroom. With the door locked and both of us fully undressed and under the covers, Sans stared down at me, taking in my face as if looking for something.

 

“you want kids.” He said finally. It wasn’t a question because whatever he saw made it clear. He never needed to ask, anyway; he knew me.

 

“You do, too,” I responded, knowing full well the only thing that stopped us before was no longer an issue now. I had seen his thoughts on the matter, too. Like me, he imagined what life would be like if we were parents.

 

A vision of me singing as I stared out the window at the sunny day. Two children running up and tackling my legs. I would pick them up and we would laugh as I led them outside. We would play games, run through water and getting muddy.

 

During the night, they would have a nightmare and need support. I would get up and sing to them, helping them sleep. Or I would pretend to be a princess and let them save me. Birthdays and holidays were filled with laughter.

 

Sans smiled. “let’s make it a reality, then.”

 

I pulled him close, kissing him softly. “Okay!”

 

 

 

“Do you know the gender yet?” Asriel asked, staring in wonder at the growing bump that wasn’t there four months ago. “Do you have names?”

 

I laughed, leaning into Sans as he placed his hands under the swell as he nuzzled into my neck. “Well, it’s too early to know yet. Unlike humans, the magic sustaining them is too thick to see through. However, we’ve considered a lot of names. Part of the problem is that for skeleton monsters, their names are kind of pre-assigned…”

 

“What?” Undyne screwed up her face. “Explain.”

 

“sure. my name is comic sans since the font i speak in is comic sans. sans is easier, though.”

 

“Okay, but how do you know what your kid’s font will be?” Asriel asked.

 

“paps and i will know their font when they’re born. it’s a skeleton monster thing.” Sans explained. “however, if they are born without a designated font because their mom isn’t a skeleton monster, then we can choose what we want.”

 

“So have you o-only come up with names that aren’t font-related?” Alphys asked.

 

“Pretty much,” I replied. “We’re considering with names that are close to font names. Like Caleb is close to Calibri. Gee, like Gigi, has also been considered. But we’ve also considered other names. It all depends on what they look like when they’re born, if it fits, and other stuff.”

 

“also, if they don’t have designated font, their mom is the ultimate decider of what the name is.” Sans explained flatly. “she’s the one carrying them and going through all the pains of carrying the child and so on, so it’s her right.”

 

I chuckled. “Surprisingly, the child has no weight. Since they aren’t made of much matter, the only thing I feel is my body expanding to hold them and occasional movement.” I rubbed my bump affectionately. “It doesn’t hurt too much, thankfully.”

 

Sans continued to nuzzle my neck, thankful I would be without a few of the aches of pregnancy.

 

 

 

At eight months, I was about the size of a basketball if not slightly smaller. Sans was trying not to lose his nerve, but it was clear he was worried. Now nearing the due date, I could feel the child’s kicks. Thanks to their lack of mass, it didn’t hurt nearly as bad as I thought it might.

 

“damn, i didn’t think they’d be such a big kid.” Sans chuckled and placed a kiss to my navel, the button having popped out as my belly swelled. “i can feel it. it’s almost time.” He glanced up at me. “you ready?”

 

I nodded. “Yeah, I can’t wait to meet them.” I giggled as Sans placed small pecks across my belly before standing and placing kisses on my face, the last being a passionate peck to my lips.

 

 

 

A week later, I went into labor. Surprisingly, it wasn’t as painful as I expected. And with Sans, who had done all the training required to deliver the child, I felt safe. It required a lot of pushing, and my emotions were wrecked, but after roughly four hours of coaxing, we heard the first wail of our child as they came into the world.

 

“it’s a boy!” Sans exclaimed. “oh, wow!” He gasped, and then chuckled. “i should have seen it coming.”

 

“What is it, hon?” I whispered as my exhausted gaze watched Sans and the bundle in his arms.

 

“he has a font.” He replied. “it’s ironic and fitting.” He held the child out to me. “you want to hold him?”

 

I smiled softly and nodded. Sans handed the whimpering child over. I muttered softly to the child as I looked him over. As the child calmed down, I turned to Sans to let him explain.

 

“he’s sans serif,” Sans explained with amusement.

 

I snorted. “So, it’s the same as someone – let’s say, Bob Junior. And their father is Bob Senior. Am I right?”

 

Sans chuckled. “yeah, i guess. but if we were going by that, i’d be comic, which even i agree is going too far. so we’ll call him serif. how’s that?”

 

I nodded. “I like that. It’s accurate, after all.”

 

Sans parted my sweat-covered bangs and kissed my forehead. Turning to nuzzle against my head, he regarded the newborn. “welcome to the world, kiddo.”

 

 

 

“Moooooooooooooooom!” A shrieking seven-year-old tore into the room. “Serif pulled my hair again.” Here we go...

 

“i did not!” Serif called from the other room. “it was cali! she and gill blamed me! they are always ganging up on cami and blaming me!”

 

“It’s true.” Marlett, now twelve and the second oldest, explained as she walked into the room. “Despite Calisto and Cambria being twins, Calisto and Gill work better as a team. Also, Vivaldi, Verdana, and Bell are awake now and making a fuss.”

 

“i’m already on it.” Sans called. “thanks, marley.” Marlett shrugged, adjusting her glasses apathetically as she hopped onto a stool and reopened her book.

 

I sighed, drying my hands now that cleaning was done, and walked into the living room where Cali and Gill were giggling. Cami and Serif walked in as the giggling duo halted in their mischief. They pointed at Serif, earning a groan from their oldest brother.

 

“Do I have to separate you two?” I asked softly. They shook their heads. I raised a brow. “Will you stop tormenting your siblings then?” They nodded. “Promise?” They looked away. “Do I have to take away the sweets jar?” Multiple gasps could be heard. “Oh, would that be a problem?” They nodded. “Well, then do you promise to be nice and stop picking on your siblings?” They nodded. I smiled. “Good.”

 

“masterfully done, as usual, love.” Sans grinned from the doorway, two giggling toddlers born roughly ten months ago in his arms and a two-year-old on his shoulders gazing at everyone over their father’s head. “i think it’s safe to say that eight is the limit.”

 

I snorted. “You never know.” I regarded all eight of our children. “I think ten in the limit.”

 

He laughed. “i guess we’ll see.”

 

Marlett scoffed. “Haven’t you two procreated enough?” She gestured to the mess. “Some of us might be well-behaved, but with Gill and the C-Twins always causing chaos and blaming it on Serif, there’s constant chaos. Who’s to say Bell and the V-Twins won’t be similar?” She put her hands on her hips.

 

I smirked. “So, Marlett…did you want to run this family?”

 

Sans nodded. “yeah, let’s see how you do? better yet, we’ll join in their shenanigans and see if you can keep up.”

 

Marlett shrank back, a sheepish look taking over their face. “Sorry, Mom. Sorry, Dad.”

 

I laughed softly. “That’s all right. But hon, I think you’re onto something.” I regarded everyone. “I think it’s time for another challenge.”

 

“Nooooooooo!” Gill whined.

 

“please don’t!” Serif agreed fearfully. “we’ll be good!”

 

Calisto and Cambria groaned, sliding to the floor beside each other. Marlett buried her face back in her book, trying to ignore everything around her.

 

“hmm, yeah.” Sans agreed. “mom and i will be the kids while serif, marlett, gill, cali, and cami are the adults. bell, viv, and dana will join us since they aren’t old enough to know better yet.” He grinned, large and mischievous. “we’ll go until one side gives up.”

 

“I want no part of this.” Marlett shrieked.

 

“well, that’s bad parenting.” Sans rebuked as he headed with our youngest to the play area. “you have five minutes to plan your strategy. serif, you are the oldest at fourteen so you are the dad. marley is the mom.”

 

“uuuuugh…” Serif groaned as Sans and I retreated. “this is gonna be the worst.”

 

“No! We can do this!” Calisto cried with determination. “We’ll show them!”

 

“But we’ve never won a challenge!” Gill whined. “We’re just kids.”

 

“Let’s face it,” Marlett growled. “This is their way of teaching us to behave. They will make sure we don’t forget the lessons.”

 

“I hate these games.” Cambria moaned.

 

“Let’s try our best.” Calisto asserted. “If we can win against them, just once, we might get something for it.”

 

“we won’t win.” Serif sighed. “but i guess we will have to try.” He stood tall. “let’s go.”

 

 

 

“No, I don’t wanna eat that!” I whined in a baby voice. “I want the chocolate.”

 

“too bad, mom.” Serif shouted back.

 

I pretended to cry, illusion-created tears streaming down my face.

 

“noooo…i’m sorry. i didn’t…” Serif bounced anxiously. “marley, help!”

 

Marlett growled. “I’m busy!” She turned back to Sans who was sitting on a box with the silverware in it. “Please give me that back.”


“nope, don’t wanna.” He replied.


“Dad!” She ground out.

 

“you can’t make me!” He stuck out his tongue and wiggled it.

 

“Uuuuuuuuugh!” Marlett screeched.

 

“Viv, come back!” Calisto cried as she chased after the baby.

 

“Dana, get down from there!” Cambria begged, trying to reach the child who had climbed onto the stove. “You’re gonna get hurt!” The child giggled.

 

“Bell, where are you?” Gill cried.

 

It was only two days, and the chaos had already worn Team Adult down. Viv and Dana loved to climb things, but the agreement was that no one got hurt. So, each time the younger twins, or anyone else for that matter, came near to hurting themselves, Sans would step in and catch them with his gravity magic.

 

Even with that assist, the game was not going well for Team Adult, and we knew it was only a matter of time.

 

“mom, please give that back.” Serif pleaded.

 

“Why?” I inquired blankly.

 

“because my show is coming on and it’s my turn for a break,” Serif explained.

 

“I don’t care,” I replied.

 

moooooooom, please.”

 

Nooooooooooo!” I whined back.

 

“fine, i’ll do it manually.” He said as he turned on the television. A second later, it turned off. He turned to me. “mom, no!”

 

“Yes!” I grinned.

 

“noooo-hooooooo-hooooooooooo,” he wailed. “…why?!”

 

I stuck my tongue out at him.

 

“mom, this isn’t funny.”

 

I brought my hands up and positioned them, inhaling deeply and exhaling in between the heel of my hands, making a loud, wet fart noise that lasted five whole seconds.

 

“mom! what…why would you do that?!”

 

“What do you mean?” I grinned in response.

 

The young skeleton turned and left the room, shouting, “i give up!” I grinned victoriously.

 

 

 

“didja hear that?” Sans snickered lightly. “your bro gave up!”

 

“Well, he’s weak!” Marlett replied irritably.

 

“hmmm, i don’t think so.” Sans replied, taking the spoon from Marlett’s grasp.

 

“No! Give that back!”

 

“nope.” He put it in his mouth.

 

“That was the last spoon!” She cried. “The rest are in the dishwasher.”

 

“relp, roo bad.” He replied, the spoon muffling his words.

 

Daaaaaaaaaad!” Marlett growled.

 

whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat.” He retorted more powerfully.

 

She was holding her breath, trying to stay strong, but that look of tremendous smugness and sinister intent on her dad’s face was too much.

 

“That’s it! I’m done!”

 

“Us too!” Gill sighed, Cali and Cami slumped against the wall behind him.

 

“i guess mom, viv, dana, and i win, hmm?”

 

“Yes.” Came the individual replies of the defeated children.

 

“hey, babe! you hear that?” Sans called.

 

“Of course,” I replied as I walked past Gill. “Did everyone learn their lesson?”

 

“Yes.” Came the bitter and exhausted replies.

 

“Weeeeeeeeeee!” Viv squealed as she ran in, only to get captured by her father.

 

“you have fun, Vivi!”

 

“Heee, he, heeee!” Oh yes, she did!

 

“I gotcha!” I snickered as I grabbed Dana and picked her up. “You thought you could escape! But I gotcha!”

 

“Heheeeeheee! Mama!” She gasped.

 

“that was her first word!” Sans squealed as Viv looked up at him and cried, “Daddy!”

 

“oh my, princess!” He sniffed. “this is a happy day!”

 

“This has already happened a bunch of times for you.” Marlett pointed out.

 

“Yes,” I agreed. “But each milestone reached by each individual child is a gift. We don’t take any of you for granted, Marley. You may not understand everything we do now, but you will when you’re older.”

 

Our second oldest sighed. “Yeah, yeah. I get it.”

 

“No, but you will get it eventually.” I teased.

 

“KNOCK KNOCK!” Came their uncle’s voice in the entryway.

 

“Uncle Pap!” The children screamed joyfully.

 

“OH MY! YOU HAVE ALL GROWN SO MUCH!”

 

“no, we haven’t.” Serif denied. “you literally saw us last week.”

 

“OH, PISH POSH! YOU HAVE GROWN INTELLECTUALLY! I GUESS YOU DO NOT SEE IT, BUT I DO! NOW, WHERE IS YOUR FATHER?”

 

“Kitchen with Mom,” Gill grumbled.

 

“WHY ARE YOU SO UPSET?” Papyrus asked as he walked into the kitchen.

 

“they just beat our butts in another challenge,” Serif explained tiredly.

 

Papyrus eyed us warily. “AND WHAT WAS THE TOPIC OF THE GAME THIS TIME?”

 

“Adults versus children,” I replied.

 

“OH, I SEE.” The tall skeleton said with a nod. “THAT MUST HAVE ENDED QUICKLY.”

 

“it lasted a bit more than two days.” Sans mused.

 

“THAT IS LESS THAN THE LAST CHALLENGE.”

 

“we’re aware,” Sans replied with a wink.

 

“So, what brings you here?” I asked to change the subject or risk Papyrus’ ire.

 

“OH YES! I AM HERE FOR MY WEEKLY TRAINING WITH SERIF AND GILL!” He puffed up his chest. “AS A GUARDSMAN, I WILL TEACH THE NEXT GENERATION OF SKELETONS HOW TO DEFEND THEMSELVES.” He regarded Marlett. “AND IF YOU WISH TO JOIN THIS TIME, FEEL FREE.”

“No thanks. I have a book to finish now that the challenge is over.” She muttered something as she left the room.

 

“SHE IS STILL GRUMPY.” Pap sighed.

 

“It’s a phase,” I explained with a chuckle.

 

“No, it’s not!” Came the snippy reply.

 

“Sure, Marley!” I called to her. “But when you decide to start a goth phase, let me know!”

 

“I’m not going goth!” The frustrated pre-teen shouted back.

 

“My point exactly!” I smirked.

 

“Uuuuuuuuuugh!”

 

“YOU TWO ARE TOO SMUG FOR YOUR OWN GOOD.” Pap cut in before the situation could escalate further, glaring at Sans and me.

 

“well, when you have been through and know as much as we do,” Sans began. “And have sass for day,” I added as I walked over to him, adding to Sans amusement further. “you really can’t help being extremely smug.” He pulled me into his lap, Viv and Dana jumping down and rolling around at our feet.

 

“Besides,” I continued. “Despite having to care for eight children right now, we do an excellent job.”

 

“couldn’t agree more.” Sans nodded.

 

“YOU SAID ‘RIGHT NOW’. ARE YOU TWO PLANNING TO HAVE MORE?”

 

I grinned. “You could say that.”

 

oops,” Sans giggled, having placed his hands on the new bump between my hips.

 

“you need to stop sharing a bed!” Serif huffed. “i have enough siblings. i don’t need nine.”

 

“Who said anything about nine?” I teased, brow raised.

 

“yep, i feel two.” Sans chuckled.

 

“oh my god! no more sleeping together!” Serif cried.

 

“well, as you said, ten is a good number.” Sans murmured against my shoulder. “then we can just enjoy the rascals we’ve got now.”

 

“Yeah, and then, at night, we can just focus on each other.” I flirted back.

 

“YOU ARE NOT TOUCHING HER FOR THE NEXT TWELVE MONTHS, SANS!”

 

“bro, you are not the boss of me.” Sans retorted, eyes challenging.

 

“I REQUEST A DUEL. IF I WIN, YOU WILL AGREE TO THE TERMS OF NO BEDROOM LOVE FOR FOURTEEN MONTHS.”

 

Sans sighed, urging me off his lap as he stood up. “fine, bro. you got it. but remember, i have a reputation of not losing a fight.”

 

“TODAY WILL BE YOUR UNDOING, THEN.”

 

“we’ll see.”

 

 

 

That night, we made love again. And for the rest of our lives, Sans continued to never lose a fight. In later years, the Skeleton Monsters were no longer endangered. Due to the monster’s long lifespan, Sans and I have lived many years together. Being that monsters will often live until they choose to die, or Fall Down as is their term, Sans and I have continued to live for a while. Our ten children eventually found partners, both human and monster. But a choice had to be made.

 

Even being countless centuries years old, Sans and I didn’t age like normal. He looked the same as when I met him, and I looked the same as when we bonded. But having been in the world for so long, we decided we wanted to explore the other dimensions.

 

“Even if you leave this world and enter another, your status as the Judge won’t leave you.” Adriana Dreemurr, the granddaughter of Asriel and Chara, and the current Queen of Monsters explained. “We worry that if you stay away for too long, we could be in danger and you will never know.”

 

Sans smiled. “not to worry. i have already chosen a successor of sorts.”

 

Between us was a girl named Lily, the granddaughter of Frisk and a monster name Keko, a water and nature elemental. Lily looked a lot like her grandmother, having the same determined look, the same facial features. She could shift her looks between monster and human forms, her body becoming fluid and flexible, like water, when in her monster form and her hair and eyes turned multiple shades of blue and green in her human form. And a lily was always adorned on her beautiful wavy hair.

 

“Lily has received half of the Judge’s power with the help of my special magic.” I explained. “Sans has trained her so that she can fulfill her new role. And should she need assistance, we will know immediately.”

 

“I see,” The Queen of Monsters smiled, the same green eyes as her grandfather sparkling with gratitude. “Thank you. Both of you.”

 

“Enjoy your journey, Master,” Lily called.

 

“what did i tell ya, kiddo?” Sans teased with hands on his hips.

 

“Sorry, Sans.” She responded shyly. “But you are…”

 

“i’m willing to accept the godfather title since i helped raise ya, but 'master' isn’t a thing.”

 

“But you are a master,” Adriana remarked coolly. “You and Aria are two of the oldest people left. You have outlasted both our parents; may they rest in peace.”

 

True to her word, while they had lived to be over one hundred, Toriel, Asriel, Chara, Frisk, and Keko had all passed on.

 

Additionally, Sans and my children all had offspring of their own, and our two oldest even had a grandchild each. Skeleton monsters were discovered to have different aging. They wouldn’t die until they were killed, heaven forbid, or until they were ready to pass. It had something to do with Sans and Papyrus' father. Speaking of Papyrus, the energetic skeleton was still kicking, having kids of his own. He would remain in this dimension and help out wherever needed.

 

We had spent countless years with our children, molding them into amazing people. And like we agreed, we had no more children after our youngest, Candara and Corbel were born. Ten children were a lot, but our choice paved the way for the return of skeleton monsters. The current total was over one hundred now, each of our children finding a mate or reproducing asexually to create a few children each.

 

Regardless of what time said, there was one thing that never changed…

 

“Are you calling us old?” I sassed her.

 

“I mean…” Adriana fumbled.

 

“trust me, kiddo. despite how long we have been here, we are not old. we haven’t aged a day since we bonded. you can thank my father in the void for that.”

 

“Yes. And we plan to keep it that way!” I concluded.

 

We waved goodbye, entering the darker than dark space beyond. “So, where are we going first?”

 

“back in time, to alternate worlds like ours. i wanna meet the other sanses.”

 

“Hmm, sounds like fun!”

 

“oh trust me, it will be!” He pulled me in as we made our way to a new world.

 

 




“hey! who the fuck are……………you?”

 

Standing before us was a Sans, if he was edgy as hell, had shark teeth – one of them being a gold replacement - had cracks on his bones, was covered in red gold with red magic, and looked like a goth gone horrible.

 

“See, this is what I was thinking when I said Marlett would go goth.”

 

“oh yeah, heh, heh! she really fought us with that one.”

 

“Yeah, punk and goth are similar, so I still call that a win.”

 

“what the hell is this?” The edgy Sans shouted, stance oozing aggression.

 

“We were wondering where we are. We are from another…dimension. Where’d we end up?”

 

“i see. well, welcome to underfell." The cocky skeleton waved around. "we’re under mount ebott. enjoy the views, cuz you ain’t leavin’ alive.”

 

“You’re gonna try to kill us?”

 

“bitch, you better believe it.” His red eye-lights flashed dangerously. “if i don’t, someone else will. but gettin’ lv is hard and i saw ya first, so i call dibs.”

 

Sans snorted before breaking into full-on laughter. “i don’t know what’s funnier. seeing a version of myself so angry and dressed to look mean and powerful,” He gestured to the red Sans’ apparel. “or that you’re threatening to kill us. buddy, we have been around for quite a while. kicking your ass will be easy.”

 

“ya wanna try it, then?” The red Sans challenged.

 

“i dunno. what do ya think, babe?” My Sans asked me.

 

“babe?” Red eye-light shrank and then enlarged. “she your mate?”

 

“Yes, indeed I am.” I struck a sexy pose, causing the opposing Sans to go red in the skull.

 

“ya still wanna go, red?” My Sans called to his alternate self.

 

“red?” The edgy skeleton scoffed. “that's a shitty nickname. i dun like it.”


Sans shrugged. “whatever. i’m not here to give impressive nicknames.”

 

“ugh,” Red grumbled. “fine. doesn’t matter. ya better hope yer as strong as ya say ya are.”

 

“sure, but just so you know...i haven’t lost a fight since i bonded. and even before that, losing a fight hadn’t happened often.”

 

“when did ya bond?” Red asked cautiously.

 

“it’s been at least over five hundred monster-years.” Sans replied nonchalantly, causing Red to gawk. “i stopped counting after that.”

 

“Dang, you remember better than I do,” I remarked with a laugh.

 

“uhhhhkay, let’s see whatcha got.” Red said uncertainly.

 

That was the start of a new journey, with new friends and experiences. And even now, another five hundred or so monster-years after that, Sans never lost a fight as he kept pushing for Justice with me at his side.

 

THE END

Part 3 of 3! Minor sexual content, but not going into detail. Just implied.

And so it ends. I am so sorry it took sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo long to finish part 3. I have been so busy and sleep deprived that taking time to do a lot of things for DA has not been a thing. But here is the final part. Hope you enjoyed!

Comment "Code Blue" if you want me to draw a picture of Sans, Aria, and the fusion, Judgelante.

Part 1 - The backstory; the 15 years that led to this point!
Part 2 - The final stage of the plan; what 15 years of planning and world-wide collaboration has brought to show!
Part 3 - The aftermath; the new era of peace has finally begun and our new leaders stand tall!

Undertale (c) Toby Fox
The Judgilante (c) RTNightmare 
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