#underswap finale

You grab Sans by his hoodie and pull him close against your body. At first, he tenses up, startled by your actions. He relaxes though, showing that he trusts you. As his arms snake around your waist to return the hug, tears stream down your cheeks. You can’t stay, and now you have to tell Sans that you’re leaving him. The words stick painfully in your throat, but you’ve made your decision.

“Thank you, Sans,” you say, voice cracking on a sob. “Thank you for everything, but I can’t stay.” The short skeleton monster nods before you’ve even finished speaking, pushing you gently away. “I left someone behind, and I have to go back.”

“i understand,” he says softly.

“How… how do I go back to him?” Guilt rises in your chest, bringing a fresh wave of tears. You’re asking Sans to help you leave him, to return to the arms of another skeleton.

“just focus on the last moment you can remember. i can tell that you’re determined, so that moment in time should LOAD, no problem.” The explanation is accompanied by Sans’ usual smile, but despite the ear to proverbial ear grin, there’s something unspeakably sad about him.

You close your eyes, unable to meet Sans’ eyelights any longer. Taking a deep breath you bring your restored memories to the forefront of your mind.

[ You choose to return to Underswap. ]

The swell of chattering voices in the background sweeps you back into the memory of your last moments with Stretch. You were at a restaurant, with steam from your spiced Spider Cider wafting up around your faces. Muffet the bartender’s melodic giggles come from somewhere far away, and a bright glowing orange color fills your vision. Is the delicious honey and spice flavor on your tongue from the beverage or from something else? Your eyes slowly close.

You’re kissing Stretch.

You’re kissing Stretch right now.

In fact, the taste of honey and spices from earlier is coming from his tongue… in your mouth… gently stroking yours. Stretch is even making soft little noises of pleasure.You relax into his touch, enjoying the sensation of his warm hand cupping your cheek.

Much too soon, Stretch pulls away. His blush has spread across his entire face and he’s looking down at his Spider Cider in what appears to be… embarrassment? Regret? You certainly aren’t going to let Stretch withdraw back into his shell after such a heartfelt conversation and passionate kiss.

“You’re an amazing, kisser,” you tell him, moving your hand across the table to cover his. He looks up, startled by your praise.

“‘m sure Blue’s a much better kisser than me. he’s just so good at everything he does. i shouldn’t be getting between you two. you deserve the best, not a slacker like me.” Stretch tries to lighten the self deprecating comments with a laugh, but it falls flat, echoing with the bitterness of a life lived in someone else’s shadow.

“If I wanted to be with Blue, I’d be with Blue,” you say firmly. “I chose to come here with you. I chose to kiss you, and I don’t regret a thing.”

“r-really?”

You smile. “Really. Besides, as nice as it is to date a future Royal Guard, I’ve always had a thing for doctors.” Stretch snorts.

“if you decide to stay here… with us… well, i’ve been looking for a nap arts apprentice.” He glances at you out of the corner of his sockets to gauge your reaction.

“That’s a funny way of saying ‘datemate,’ but I accept. I assume the apprenticeship is paid?”

“not a chance, but you can eat at Muffet’s for free.” Stretch winks.

“The food here isn’t free,” shouts Muffet from the kitchen area. “You just never pay for it!”

“lesson… erm, date one: making a clean getaway.”

Stretch clasps your hands tightly in his own and teleports you away from the restaurant. As the whirlwind of darkness closes around you to sweep you away to a new location, you realize that it doesn’t matter where you end up, as long as you’re there with Stretch.

[ Swapfell Ending ][ Undertale Ending ][ Underfell Ending ][ Underswap Ending (you are here) ]

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