So Frisk. You know cobolt is your Sans and you love him dearly. Not saying that you shouldn’t continue loving axetale Sans but…what do you think cobolt feels about that? Or do you think he’s to side tracked with Eliza?

Upon completion of the question, Frisk’s expression of confusion quickly turns into discomfort. Her hands tremble ever so slightly as she clutches her husband’s wedding ring on the necklace, around her neck. Her eyes shift from looking at Sans to Cobalt directly.

“I…just met this Sans…there’s nothing…romantic going on between us. My husband’s form is Cobalt…I’m sure he’s aware of how much I love him.”

There’s silence for a moment. But she speaks again, barely above a whisper, “I love him and my daughter more than you’ll ever know.”

Ally! How’s Cobalt doing?

Ally smiles at you and begins to vibrate from finally being noticed during all this commotion.

“Cobalt is fine!! Right Cobalt?” She tries to look up at him sitting on her head.

Cobalt looks stressed out, but waves his little arms around to pretend he is happy.

Ally looks back at you with the biggest grin a five year old can muster. “SeeeeEEEEeee, he’s happy!! Everyone is happy!!”

She stands on the sidewalk swaying her little arms around her.