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The aroma of cinnamon rolls and Sans’ signature spaghetti wafted through the air, mingling with the excited chatter of the family gathering. It was Friday night, the designated night for their weekly family dinner, and this week, it was hosted by Frisk and Sans. A palpable buzz of anticipation hung in the air, fueled by Sans’ cryptic text messages earlier that day: “Get ready for a shocker. Something big is about to drop.”

Toriel and Asgore arrived first, their faces beaming with warmth and a shared sense of excitement. Chara, always reserved, followed closely, followed by Asriel, his eyes twinkling with amusement. Ralsei, a bundle of energy, trailed behind, eager to join the game of Monopoly already underway on the floor.

Undyne, her signature blue hair gleaming under the warm lights, strode in with Alphys and their daughters, Kris and Susie, in tow. Kris, ever the quiet observer, watched the children play with a thoughtful gaze, while Susie, full of boundless energy, joined the game with gusto. Grillby, a silent observer with a knowing smile, settled himself on the couch, his presence a comforting constant.

Finally, Mettaton and Napstablook arrived, Mettaton in a flamboyant, sparkling outfit that would make a disco ball jealous, while Napstablook, as always, wore a perpetually melancholy expression.

The room buzzed with conversation, the clinking of glasses, and the joyful laughter of the children. But beneath the surface, a sense of anticipation lingered, a shared curiosity about Sans’ cryptic announcement. Papyrus, aware of the news, sat at the table, desperately trying to hold back a grin that betrayed his excitement. His attempts were futile, however, as his constantly shifting eyes and the nervous twitch of his scarf gave him away.

As Frisk and Sans finally emerged from the kitchen, carrying a platter of steaming lasagna, a hush fell over the room. Frisk, her face radiating warmth and joy, held a small, white box in her hand.

“We have something important to tell you all,” Frisk announced, her voice barely a whisper, but carrying an undeniable weight.

A wave of nervous excitement swept through the room. Whispers of “What is it?” and “I’m so excited!” buzzed through the crowd. Sans, with a sly grin, nudged Papyrus’s arm, a silent signal to let the cat out of the bag.

Papyrus, unable to contain himself any longer, jumped to his feet, his voice trembling with emotion. “My dear friends and family, I am so happy to announce…” He paused for dramatic effect, his eyes gleaming with tears. “Frisk and Sans are going to have a baby!”

The news hit the room like a bombshell, followed by an eruption of joyous cheers, hugs, and tears of happiness. Children shrieked with delight, while adults embraced each other, their faces alight with wonder. Ralsei, still too young to grasp the full implications of the news, simply giggled with delight, his eyes wide with curiosity.

The room echoed with laughter and congratulations, the tension of anticipation replaced by a heartwarming wave of love and joy. It was a night that would forever be etched in their memories, a night of family, laughter, and the shared anticipation of a new chapter in their lives. And as they gathered around the table, celebrating the new life that was about to enter their world, they knew, with an unshakeable certainty, that their bond, like the spaghetti and cinnamon rolls, would only grow stronger with time.