Just some drabble of writing. Hopefully soon I'll get out of this Undertale phase.
But for now, Squeee. Experimenting with the fandom, so feel free to criticize anything or show support.
I own nothing, this is purely fanmade.
Peace.
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He narrowly missed her. She was good, almost too good. Laughing, he saw her scoop up a handful of snow, packing it tightly. Grinning, he shifted behind a tree trunk and teleported behind another. His game of 'Follow the lady' always stumped Frisk. She threw the snowball, hitting the tree Sans had just left. If she'd been any faster he would've been hit. He grabbed some snow, using magic to shape it into a perfect ball. On second thought, it may be time to end this. Snow rose around him, balling itself up into more ammunition for him. Frisk looked around, trying to figure out where he had gone. She wasn't expecting a sneak attack from above, as snow rained down upon her.
"That's cheating!" She cried, shaking the snow from her hair and sweater.
"Kid, I've been cheating the whole time, now you complain?" With a shrug, Sans walked over to the poor girl. Offering a hand out, he winked. "But okay, next time you'll get me."
"Hmph." Frisk took his hand and yanked him into the snow with her. Both started laughing in the pile of snow, shoveling mounds of it on one another. Looking up at the sky, Sans smiled at the twinkling stars. Man, he was never going to get over the vastness of the sky. It looked like it would stretch on forever. Next to him, Frisk stretched out also looking above. The edge of her sweater pulled above her stomach, showing only the tiniest flashes of skin.
"Hey kid, aren't you getting cold?"
She let out an unsure huff, a small white cloud blew from her lips. Cold, but didn't care huh? Well, if he was going to be out here with her, she wasn't going back sick. Gently taking her soul, he lifted her up with his magic. She flailed around, not wanting to leave the snow pile they had created. Walking back to Snowdin II, Sans kept one finger up in the air to trail Fisk along side him.
"I'll walk, I just… Don't want to go back yet." She crossed her arms. He set her down, raising a non-existent eyebrow at her. "I just have a bad feeling, you know? Like everything…" She gestured with her hands at their surroundings. The trees, the stars, the snow, even Sans. "Is about to be ripped away."
"Kid, you planning a reset? Or is this about that bad dream?" He really hoped not. This had been their topic of conversations for years. Every time she said no. But she'd wake up screaming, terrified of Sans. He didn't remember in all their timelines doing anything to deserve that, she had never completed a bad one. Other than their games and jokes, he'd never laid a hand on the kid. Frisk has never remembered much of the dreams either, just the feeling of being petrified.
"No, not ever. And it feels worse than 'bad'," Her feet touched the ground softly, and she hurried to walk next to him. Her dearest friend, who knew everything he could about her. Who had always been present when needed. All of the monsters were dear to her. But she wasn't having a snowball fight with all of the monsters either.
"Well, as long as you're determined to keep this, it ain't getting away from you. 'Sides, we can't keep stalling forever, we gotta at some point eat my brother's food." She laughed, rubbing her arms. Sweaters covered in snow were not very warm.
The lights from the monster town illuminated the hills around them. Perfect, flawless snow crunched under their feet. The pine trees reminded the monsters of Snowdin, so it was only natural they would set up a similar community. Similar, but still different. Some humans had taken up residence there as well, and some of the younger monsters decided to explore the city life. Papyrus had wanted to visit the city, but insisted that home should be where you're most comfortable. This created their new, exactly the same home in Snowdin II, right down to the overstuffed mailboxes and human-housing shed. A new addition was a small, one story home that Frisk and Toriel shared. It mirrored the ruin's home perfectly, minus the basement. It was only across the street from the brother's home, so the two had plenty of opportunity to hang out over the years.
Sans opened the door to the house, calling out to Papyrus. Happily, the taller skeleton came rushing out of the kitchen with plates full of slightly burning spaghetti.
"WELCOME HOME! I was worried the food would get cold," he mentioned, setting the plates down on the coffee table. After looking over the pasta, Frisk spun it around her fork, extinguishing the small embers inside of it. Papyrus looked at her with excitement, eagerly awaiting his friend's approval. Taking a bit, she was surprised at how...cold it was. With a shiver, she gave the skeleton a thumbs up. Honestly, how does he do it…
"It's great bro," Sans handed an empty plate back to his brother, who seemed surprised he finished it so quickly. Frisk narrowed her eyes at him, too quickly. Cheating even at eating, that was a new low.
After they finished dinner, they listened to Papyrus' stories of befriending new humans. One in particular wished him a very good day, and in fact his day was very good. Frisk smiled as he talked, happy the monsters and humans were getting along so well. She'd had doubts, but with monsters like Papyrus, the humans easily accepted the new race.
Now the biggest challenge they faced was Papyrus learning how to drive.
Wishing her dear friends farewell, Frisk stretched as she got off the couch. Sans walked her to their door, but felt no need to walk her back to her own home. It was what, ten feet away? And she was grown now, didn't need an escort. Hell, she didn't even need one in the Underground, where things were trying to kill her. She gave Papyrus another grin and compliment on dinner before closing the door behind her. Papyrus looked at her out their window, eager to make sure she reached the door safely. Toriel opened up, giving Frisk a hug before ushering her inside from the cold.
"You two were gone for quite some time, Sans!" Papyrus eyed his brother carefully. "Keep in mind she is still a child for a few more days!"
Sans snorted.
"Papy, what are you talking about?"
"Nyehehe! A human rule I learned of today, not so unlike our own. Apparently, human children are permitted to date at a specific age!" He rubbed his chin, looking regretful. "A rule I did not know when the human flirted with me when we met. HOWEVER, this special age is coming soon, and Toriel is planning a big party for her!"
"Cool bro," Sans shrugged, stretching his legs out on the couch. His eyes closed, arms behind his head. Eh, stairs were too much work. "Glad you aren't in trouble for breaking rules."
"Sans I am very upset by this, HOWEVER! I, as your greatest Brother, have a duty to inform you of this before you 'go out' you must properly prepare!"
Sans shot up, holding his hands out in front of his face defensively. "Woah woah now bro, y-you're not making sense." This wasn't the first time Sans had received this talk. Undyne, Alphys, even Napstablook had felt like they needed to give their input on his love life. At least from them, he could shrug it off. But with his brother in his face, giving him that accusing look, it was harder to brush it off. "The kid's birthday is comin' up, what are you going to give them?"
That was the right choice. Papyrus' face lit up.
"OH! Yes, that is also an issue!" Papyrus started pacing around the coffee table. "I had thought about cooking for them, but unfortunately the Queen has no need of extra food!" The pacing increased as Papyrus continued rubbing his chin, very much vexed by this predicament. After all, a birthday of such importance requires a best friend to have the best present. "Sans, what does the human like?"
"Sleeping," as if to demonstrate, Sans flung himself back on the sofa. Birthday huh? Well, whatever his brother got for the kid Sans could tack his name onto. 'And Sans' was on every card from every gift giving holiday. But actually, the kid could use a heavier sweater, or jacket. "Maybe some warm clothes."
"Clothes?" As if he had hit a magic button, Papyrus snapped back to Sans. "Perfect! You can give her some clothes for your dates!" Nodding his head, Papyrus decided such a gift was perfect for mentioning his original point. "Since the human is of dating age, it is only natural you would think of clothing brother. You must go tomorrow if you have any hope of making it on time! SANS ARE YOU LISTENING?"
Sans had rolled over on his side, willing himself to sleep if only to drown out his brother. The lumpy green couch was very Sans-shaped. He was hoping his body language would convince his brother he was sofa-king done with the date talk.
He heard Papyrus sigh, mumble something about lazy, and head into the kitchen. The clanking sounds of dishes being washed, and broken, were helping Sans lull to sleep. The smell of soap and thoughts of her filled his mind before Sans drifted off. Birthday huh, it'd make what, a decade of freedom? It was..really a big deal then. Wonder when the last time the kid reset? Knowing they had the option made him uneasy. Even though Frisk promised over and over, and had obviously been honest, he was still getting that sense of impending doom. But then again, he'd always had that.
Sleep overtook him. Sans was suspended in a black void, stretching out. Flying dream, huh? He noticed a small bit of light, no bigger than the locket around her neck. Drifting to it, he peeked through the dim light. Like looking through a keyhole, he could only see what was directly in front of this tiny heart. Bars? Is that the shed? The dim glow illuminated thick, wide bars in a wooden room. A lantern on the floor was the source of the light. A small dog bed was in the corner, along with an empty food dish. Everything looked a lot...bigger, than usual. The smell of wood varnish and metal wafted from the opening. Hesitantly, Sans poked a finger at the heart outline. He couldn't go through it, but it was slightly dented into the bizarre scene. He looked around the void. Nothing else glowed like this tiny spot, but if this was all he could see then why not just float aimlessly?
"I don't know, I really don't. But I know I can fix this, I've...I've done it before," an all too familiar voice cried out. She sounded shaky, afraid. It seemed to shake the entire vacuum of open space, causing the tiny heart to shift. Sans quickly tried to follow it. This weird dream had to mean something, they always had before Frisk uh, dropped in.
"Try again, kitten."
A screech rattled around him again, piercing and painful. Not just for the screamer, but for him too. It felt like the sound would tear his soul in half. That voice, he knew it. An eerie feeling crept up his spine. Floating back as slowly as he could, afraid of who he would see, Sans tried once again to look at the surroundings. On the other side of the wide bars sat a very familiar lump. But not too familiar. A glint of gold and red caught his eye as he fell downwards, away from the heart. He couldn't go back up, he couldn't suspend himself. All he could do was fall.
"WAKE UP BROTHER, YOU HAVE ERRANDS TO RUN!" Sans flailed his arms around, trying to grab onto anything to keep him from plummeting to his death. Papyrus gave him an odd look as Sans grasped onto his forearms. "Sans this is why you should sleep properly in your bed."
"Papyrus?" Breath guy, breath. "Sorry, ah," he released his brother, grinning sheepishly. "Just uh, bad dream." He looked around, same room, same pet rock on the dresser. His brother just stared at him before shaking his head again, pointing at an unplugged alarm clock in his other hand.
"Nevermind that, you're running late!"
"Paps, its blank," he smiled, already swinging his legs off the side of the lumpy couch. He pieced together what his brother meant though, he wanted Sans to go shop for the kiddo. He just felt absolutely exhausted. Glancing at the pet rock, Sans wondered if a regift would be acceptable.
Papyrus looked at the clock. "So it is," he narrowed his eyes at the device, as if it meant to offend him.
"Well, I'll go look around for something I guess." Sans waved awkwardly before he headed toward the door. Man, that sunlight was blinding, he really must've been out. He didn't feel like he got much sleep though.
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Frisk slept terribly. Every night she seemed to be woken violently, but couldn't recall much of anything. She knew they were only dream, but damn if they didn't feel so… scary. She and Toriel were walking around a grocery store, picking up way too much food for tonight's party. She wasn't even sure how many people would be there, just that Toriel forbade her from canceling like she had done before. Too many people were exhausting.
As her mother compared two different types of sugar, she eyed the cake. A big, fluffy white cake with purple lettering. The cake was a mix of vanilla and chocolate, divided down the middle for folks with different taste. Of course, Frisk had already mentally claimed the corner piece. Little gold flower sprinkles outlined the words "Happy Birthday," while in bigger numbers "18th" was underlined. The purple frosting looked so good, Frisk wondered if Toriel would notice if she tasted it.
"Don't you dare," was the response when Frisk touched the box. Toriel hadn't even looked back at her, she just knew.
"I can't have my cake and eat it too, huh?" She teased. Her mom sighed.
"It's bad enough you've already seen it. There was nothing else you'd rather do today then plan your own surprise party?"
"If I was planning it, it'd be just us. Not the entire town."
Her mom only laughed, deciding on the bigger bag of sugar. Plopping it in the cart, she noticed a familiar blue figure walking across the street. Grinning at this new option, Toriel point over; "Why don't you go see if your friends want some company?"
Frisk immediately abandoned the idea of cake when she followed the monster's finger. Sans continued on, and Frisk was determined to catch up to him. He seemed troubled, but was holding a paper sack in one hand while tapping his chin with the other. Well, if he seemed troubled it was the perfect time for Frisk to swoop in and save him. Waving goodbye to her mother, she nearly tripped herself rushing out the doors to the supermarket. Sans was in his own world, trying to piece together that odd dream, he didn't notice the kiddo calmly walking beside him until she spoke.
"So, where are we going?"
"Kid you nearly gave me a heart attack," Sans gripped his chest for emphasis.
"Nah, you don't have the heart for that," She flicked her thumbs and index fingers out, obviously pleased to finally use that one. Sans shook his head before he smiled at her, making her blood freeze for an instant. Something about his grin frightened her, and she wasn't sure why. He must've noticed her face, he slowed down.
"You alright kid? You look spooked." He looked closer at her face. "You didn't get much sleep again last night, huh?"
"M'mm. 'Nother bad one." She shifted her eyes toward the sidewalk slowly moving under their feet. It was kind of embarrassing how easily he could read her mind. "Must be an omen for adulthood or something…"
"Kid? You wanna talk?" Sans took her hand gently, genuine concern in his white pupils. She nodded her head and he pushed his magic around them, warping the images of the busy town square and shopping centers. When reality snapped back, they were in a familiar smelling bar with a very familiar flaming barkeep. Grillby didn't seem to mind their sudden appearance, or the fact he wasn't actually open yet. He just let the two take a booth over in a corner and continued prepping for the eventual opening.
"Lay it on me kiddo," Sans set his paper bag down by his leg and set his elbows on the table, interlocking his fingers. He looked surprisingly serious. Frisk shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Something about his eyes locking onto hers made her feel both happy and nervous.
"I mean, it's always the same. Every night, for the past few months I think. It's all bits and pieces." She made a cuckoo sign by her temple. "I remember being in a room, something around my neck." She rubbed her neck, as if she could still feel whatever it was. "And blinding pain."
"What'd the room look like?" Sans inquired. Maybe helping her break down the dream could help her understand it? But she only shook her head. No idea, huh? Grillby came by and set a glass of water and a glass of soda down on the table. Frisk picked up a paper straw, tearing it across the middle into two pieces.
"What are you doing Sans, you're not a psychology professor."
"I do science. Psychology is a science."
"But it isn't the kind you do." She blew one end of the straw, shooting the paper at Sans. Or rather, where he had been sitting. A bony arm wrapped around her shoulders, making her roll her eyes. "You have to dodge that too?"
"What, am I supposed to stand there and take it?" He winked at her, chuckling. The laughter brought a spark of recognition to her eyes and she stared at him. Now he shifted uncomfortably. Her big dark eyes were fixated on him, and it was scary how okay he was with that. "Uh, something wrong?"
"No no, nothing. Just a feeling of deja vu, you know?" Cold air wrapped around her as Sans returned to his seat. His face tinted blue, she snapped out of her mood and started giggling. "You're cute like that." She pointed, letting him turn and face the stained glass window. Looking at his own face, he sighed.
"You're having fun with this, huh? Well, do I have a secret weapon for you."
"Oh? You're going to embarrass me now?"
"You could say that, it does come naturally to me after all. In fact, you could say it's a...gift." He swung the paper bag onto the table, surprising Frisk. She glanced at it, then at him. A smile broke out across her face, suiting her much better than those sad eyes she'd come to him with. She picked at the tissue paper inside, pulling it apart as quietly as she could. It wasn't properly done, since he had just bought it. But why wrap it when it was already concealed inside the store bag? Sans took a sip of his water, trying not to look absolutely delighted at the smile on her face.
Frisk pulled on the soft fabric inside the bag. It was a long, dark grey sweater with a blue stripe across the chest. On her, it could probably pass as a sweater-dress, it was so over-sized. The sleeves were also long, and loose. Perfect for layering. Realization hit her, when he was walking her home he was concerned if she was warm enough. She didn't look it, so he must've thought she'd appreciate something like this. Sans, as usual, was right. It was probably the best present he had ever given her. She hugged it to her chest, wanting more than anything to put it on right then. It was still cold outside, and her jeans and long sleeves could only protect her in the sun. Once the sun set, she'd probably be cold. Not like she was going anywhere though, with the party. That gave her an idea.
"So, you like it?" He scratched the side of his face, blue tint still apparent. But Frisk was too happy to try to tease him now. He wasn't sure what to say, but she really looked happy. "I was going to wait till the party tonight but uh, you caught me." He held his arms up in a shrug, still keeping an eye on her smiling face. As soon as she buried her face in the sweater again, he had an idea. Quickly, he pulled out his phone. The moment her face poked back out he snapped a picture, freezing the moment Frisk had tears in her eyes from the smile on her face. He hit save.
"Sans, it's wonderful. It's so… thoughtful!" She wiped her eyes. It wasn't a big enough deal to cry over, after all. It was just a very surprisingly thoughtful gesture, one she was not at all expecting from him. She thought of all the Christmas/Birthday cards lazily signed 'and sans.' "I'm putting it on now."
"Oh kid, you don't have to right now-"
"Absolutely I do. If it's alright with you," she smiled sheepishly. Sans looked everywhere else but at her, suddenly very interested in the ice in his water. Taking his lack of response as acceptance, she hurried off to the bathroom. Taking the door labeled 'HUMAN F', it was surprising how many bathroom doors Grillby's had, she slipped inside with the paper bag.
Sans did his very best to cover his embarrassment. The ways her eyes lit up at the gift, he wasn't prepared for it. She looked so pleased, her cheeks had a darker hue and her smile looked like it would split her face. How had he never seen that expression before? It was adorable. Had he really never actually given her a present before? Or maybe it was because they had done it so privately, there weren't any other monsters to impress if it was just them. His phone buzzed.
Papyrus: DID YOU GET THE HUMAN THEIR GIFT?
Rolling his eyes, he typed out a quick response. Yes.
Papyrus: WELL BRING IT BY SO I MAY WRAP IT! AND also check if it is appropriate.
Too late bro. Already gave it to her. You'll see it later.
He turned his attention away from his phone, ignoring the almost angry buzzing. Frisk was bouncing over to their table looking positively thrilled. The sweater, god damn the sweater. He picked it specifically because it looked baggy, but actually it fit her form very well. Tighter near her shoulders and chest, but loose everywhere it needed to be. The turtleneck looked good on her, if she tilted her chin down it could almost cover her nose. The blue looked good, he decided. It wasn't the purple she'd have liked, but who cares about color if it's warm? With a phone in hand, he almost wanted to snap another quick picture, but decided one was enough.
"It fits so perfect, thank you!" She swung her arms around him in a very uncomfortable hug. Awkwardly, he patted her back and tried not to think about her body being so close. What was wrong with him?
"Yeah, good to hear kiddo," he gently pushed her back, closing one eye to avoid looking suspicious. Tucking his hands into his hoodie's pockets, he turned toward the door. "Well, I gotta go find a safe place to slack off, I'll see you tonight."
"Mhmm! Hope to see you there," She gathered up the, now empty, paper bag. Her phone had more than a few text messages from people wishing her a happy birthday. She'd better catch up with Toriel and help out, her adoptive mother can't handle preparing by herself, no matter what she told Frisk. She looked back up to thank Sans again, but was greeted with silence. He'd already taken his shortcut to wherever he went to be alone. Grillby nodded at her as she left, giving her a smile concealed by fire. He saw those two come in together for years.
Hopefully soon, they'd start leaving together too.
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The party went great. People and monster alike came in and out, showering Frisk with well wishes and cards. Her closest friends came with presents, and she had to laugh at Papyrus' special spaghetti plate, where on the back he had written his name and the date. An 'and sans' had been written and then scratched out. The plate was a soft pink, with bones and skulls decorating the rim. It didn't seem fancy, but to her it was to precious to ever use. Well, except for Papyrus' spaghetti of course. But by the end of the night, she was beat. Sans had come by, but other than chat up everyone at the party he wasn't really 'present'. He looked tired. After saying her farewells to everyone, and helping Toriel clean up, she announced the birthday girl was going to bed. Her mind was full of friendship and cake, there was nothing that could bring her down tonight.
Her head hit the soft pillow and she was out. The warmth of the day wrapped around her, filling her with that familiar sense of safety. Or maybe that was from her new sweater. She promised herself she'd wash it in the morning, she was too tired to change into her pajamas tonight.
Darkness surrounded her in her sleep, suddenly becoming very cold. Gone was that safe feeling. She sat up, rubbing her very tired eyes. Under her hand, she did not feel the warmth of her soft bed. She felt the rough grain of wooden floors and filth. No, not tonight too.
She jumped up, nearly choking herself. Right. That was in every dream too, she remembered. The leather leash tied to the back of the shed. She worked at the clasp, trying desperately to pull the padlock off or break the leather. Fumbling her fingers around it in the dark only caused her panic to rise. It was a dream, she knew it was a dream, so why can't she snap out of it? Change it to something happy, like flying or bubbles or...or him.
The heavy door shook before it creaked open. As if on cue, a familiar shape filled the cavelight of the shed. She didn't dare call him name, she remembered this too. A harsh light flipped on, and she was blinded by the glint of gold in a crooked smile.
"Morning, kitten." Why, oh Asgore why did he have to have the same voice? His smile slowly turned flat as he eyed her. His black, rough looking jacket was dirty. He looked like he'd just been in a fight. Frisk shrinked back for a moment before sitting politely, her legs crossed. She remembered what to do.
"Good morning," she smiled, trying not to flinch at his gruff response. He sat across from her, folding his arms across his chest. "Did something happen?"
"Since when do I answer your questions?" He snapped. She could feel her hair stand on end, but if she knew anything it was sometimes people lashed out in anger. How many of her friends had actually killed her? She could handle this. It was the same dream every night, different dialog. Wouldn't it be something to befriend dream-Sans?
"You don't have to, I'm just worried." She felt something squeeze at her thigh. Even in a dream, this got painful. Tears stung her eyes and she was sure she was bruised. Rubbing her thigh sorely, she tried again. "That can't make you feel any better."
Again he huffed, looking annoyed at something behind her. He was truly frightening, with sharp teeth and a cracked skull. He looked so much like her goofy, thoughtful Sans. It hurt her chest to see him so angry. He, however, did not share her sentiment. Another sharp squeeze and she couldn't help but cry out in pain. A wet splotch formed on the side of her thigh, staining her jeans red.
"Actually, it's pretty therapeutic." His grin returned, causing a flinch from Frisk. "So, darlin', why don't we pick up where we left off?"
"Please, please let me help you," She whimpered, rubbing her injury. It was a shallow cut but it was enough to sting like hell.
"How'd you know my name?"
"Because I know you," she thought frantically, what could she do to reach him? She'd tried jokes before, and sometimes she'd see a twitch in the corner of his malicious grin. "H-hey, knock knock?"
His eyes seemed to light up. "Who's there?"
"Old lady."
"Old lady who?" His eyes narrowed, warning Frisk it better be worth avoiding his question.
"Wow, I didn't know you could yodel." She smiled, feeling her cheeks warm up. Sans had told her that joke so many times, it'd have to strike something in this dream version of him. She felt something slap her across the face, knocking her over. She clutched her cheek, biting back a scream. A piece of broken glass was lodged near the corner of her mouth.
"Funny," his voice held no humor. "Now stop wasting my time. Where do you go at night?"
"Here," she snapped at him. If this was a dream, maybe enough pain would wake her up. "Every single goddamn night I get this same goddamn dream Sans." He rolled his eyes at her, not impressed. "And every night you ask me the same questions. And you hit me the same way. I can save you, I can help. But I can't be your punching bag." With a pull, she felt a tear in the leather collar. Nothing can hold her down, this was her dream after all. If she felt determined enough to change it, why can't she?
Sans whistled at her, pleased she was showing some spirit. "But kitten, you weren't here last night. I check." He gestured to the torn collar. Frisk just put her hands on the bars. "Every day you show up in some mood in here since that first day I picked you up outside the ruins."
"No, every day I spend time with my family and friends, and when I go to sleep I get this hellish dream, where you smack me around until I get angry enough to try to break free." She yanked the glass out of her cheek. Wincing at the pain, she flung the glass in front of his crossed legs. He made a tsk noise at her before rising to his feet. She really needed to stop talking, but she was so sick of doing this. She was sick of waking up exhausted.
"Dollface, watch your sass with me." His right eye started to glow red, sucking the light from his left one. "You don't have any friends down here." He reached his hand out to the locked gate.
The door opened, and when Frisk happily tried to walk through Sans blocked her path. A familiar feeling hit her as everything went black. Her soul was trapped in a box she hadn't seen in a decade. Across the empty space stood Sans, looking as evil as dream Sans could ever. She saw his fingers twitch, and immediately jumped up. Bone spikes protruded from the ground, cracked and jagged. A few bones flew her way, and Frisk stepped on them like stairs. This was nothing she couldn't handle, she'd beaten real foes before befriending them. This dream Sans couldn't hold a candle to Undyne.
"Oh, so you have been in a FIGHT before?"
Landing safely on the ground, she held her hand out. The familiar buttons stretched out before her, and she pressed ACT. No need to check, she could see who she was dealing with. She wanted to hit JOKE, but since her last one didn't go over so well she needed to think of another option. Her finger hovered over TALK.
"Just let me out, I don't want to hurt you!" She pleaded, earning another grin from him. She touched her locket, wishing her feelings could reach him. When his face didn't change, she tucked the locket in her high collar, keeping it out of danger. Well, dream danger. "We've done all this before, I can save you!"
"Oh, but see, I don't believe ya," another flick of his wrist and she flew forward to avoid the flying bones behind her. She bounced on the balls of her feet, grabbing his extended hand. He widened his eyes.
She hit ACT again, selecting a new red option. Using her momentum, she swung around him. Keeping her grip tight on his hand, she dragged him along. Her body wrapped around his arm in an almost romantic pose before he yanked his hand back. Spinning away, she did her best to channel her inner Metteton. Dancing was never as easy as it looked, and it was harder with an unwilling partner. But his defense dropped as he shoved his hands in his pocket quickly, trying to keep her from trying that again.
He stomped his foot, black sneakers with dirty white laces hit the ground. Tack-like shards flew from the ground but Frisk was determined. A few embedded themselves in her legs, but she shook off the pain. Her ACT option didn't have the red choice anymore, so she supposed it had to only work if she was touching him. That had to be it, since jokes and talking never worked. This dancing was new. It had to work. Cartwheeling back, she winked seductively at him. Flirting would throw him off and give her a chance to grab him again.
It worked, he blinked at her in total shock before his malicious grin spread across his face. "You're having fun with this, huh? You gotta be some kind of freak, kid."
Red bone encircled her as he raised his hands out of his pocket, dragging his palms in her direction. They all came at once and she ducked, feeling a few hairs slice off. She rolled across the floor, twirling her legs around the spikes Sans was pulling up to throw her off. In this black empty space, she could easily find the skeleton's glowing hands. He tried to yank them from her grip, but instead Frisk twisted her arms. Her back rested on his chest, his arms across hers. Their fingers were interlocked, and Frisk had to marvel at how real they felt. Why couldn't those cinnamon pie dreams be like this.
Sans couldn't attack with her so close to him. He stiffened. "What's your problem, kid?" His low voice made her shiver, reminding her of the real Sans.
"What's yours? Why this dream every single night, I'm sick of it!" He tightened his arms around her, lifting her feet off the ground. Quickly she released him, kicking herself free. She fell back, landing on her feet. Her eyes locked onto his, trying to gauge the next attack. "I won't fight you. If I'm getting this dream every night, maybe it means I'm suppose to be doing something. And that something isn't being your punching bag!" She jerked left, dodging another bone.
"Heh, alright. Say I believe you," he twirled behind her, avoiding her attempts to catch him again. "You say you know me, all of us? Even the old bat you met a few days ago." Frisk froze, she had almost forgotten about Toriel. The way her yellow eyes begged her not to leave the ruins, burnt pie infecting the air. Had that been a few days ago? This dream felt like it had been going on for months. "What makes you so sure you can save us?"
"I've done it before, I've broken the barrier. You guys are still my friends," She extended her hands out to him, no longer chasing him around the black space. Humoring her, he took her hand. He spun her around, bones flying at her head. Holding her lower back, he dipped her so the bones went over her head. "You and I were at Grillby's today, you gave me a sweater." He seemed surprised, looking her over again. Yeah, he guessed that was probably his taste. Maybe red instead of blue, but it suited her.
"I've never taken you anywhere but here, kitten." But this was interesting. She knew a location she couldn't possibly have seen when he dragged her here. And he was sure he'd never mentioned it. "Maybe you ain't lying through your pretty little teeth."
"Like I've said before, I know your brother. I know Undyne. Toriel adopted me, Alphys helped me cross hotlands, all of this happened already. I don't know why it all looks so different, or why I keep getting this dream."
"Oh I can answer that, kid." He let go of her back, letting her stretch her leg out to avoid a bone coming for her. He jerked her off whatever beat she'd been dancing to, letting her stare in the face of his Gasterblaster. Fear and recognition where in her eyes. Yeah, he was starting to understand too. She was gone during the day because her soul was busy trying to bring her back.
"It's 'cause I keep killing ya."