MotS: A Family is Made Chapter 3
He avoided Sans after that, only coming near him to give him some food so his magic didn't run out. The blue-eyed skeleton wished he had known how Error had felt about him, then maybe none of this would've happened. Now his friend hated him and he was carrying their child. He was afraid. Of what, he didn't know, but he was. Sans lay on the floor of the anti-void, looking at the small soul growing in his "womb".
Error had given him the copied information from the Underborn AU to look over, saying that he didn't need it anyway but figured he could use it instead. He was grateful for that, as the information helped him to figure out how long the pregnancy would last and was able to count down the days until the soul would be born. The barrier had grown quite a bit, but the soul had barely grown at all and that worried him a little. Was he doing something wrong? Was he not eating the proper food needed to make it grow? He did need to eat constantly, as most of his magic was put into the ba