It's been a long time since I've written any fanfiction at all. College gets rough. But I just finished playing Undertale, and I got to admit, it's a pretty awesome game with great characters and dilemmas.
After reading 80 something Sans X Frisk stories, I decided to give it a shot! I may continue this if I get inspired. Rated M, because, you know. Bone zone.
Thank you guys, peace
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So what if she told him? It wasn't like he was going to bite her. She could tell him anything, there were never any rules before. So why had she decided this one question was a violation? Was it because it was him? Or maybe it was just nerves. Fear of rejection, that kind of thing was normal. Happened to everyone, including her on her botched dates with Papyrus and Alphys. And that was okay, she hadn't been serious with them in the first place. Was she suddenly serious?
Sighing, Frisk twirled a piece of her hair around her fingertips as she waited for him. After years of the surface world, it was nice to come back to Grillby's. Even if the man behind the counter no longer set up shop there. In fact, all of the underground had become a ghost town. Only a few even ventured back in, but never to stay. Only to visit. Just like she was doing.
So why did it feel so final?
The heavy wooden doors creaked open. Frisk caught a glimpse of blue before he appeared at the bar stool next to her. Same winking eye, same cheesey grin, even the same hoodie. Not much about the skeleton brothers ever seemed to change, she had noticed. Offering a smile, she gestured to the stool he had sat on, allowing belated permission. Sans put his elbows on the table and stretched out his back. A few creaking pops later, he slumped back down and offered her a friendly wave.
"Heya kid. What's up?" Those piercing white eyes got to her every time. Normally, she would stand up and wave enthusiastically at her dear friend, calling him over and setting up their meal, but this time in this empty bar all she could offer was a smile.
"Hey, glad you could make it," she fumbled with her hands, unsure of what to do with them.
"'Course I'd make it. Not like you ever ask for anything anyway, how could I turn ya down kid?" His teeth clacked together softly. He lazily eyed her over, forgetting again she really wasn't a kid anymore. Still a shorty, but more...fleshy, than she used to be. There was no mistaking it was his Frisk though. Her narrow eyes, chopped brown hair, and that comforting grin she shared with all she met. Her feet were bouncing on the rung of the stool, her boots flicking off dried bits of mud and dirt. Probably from the walk down here.
"Yeah, yeah I know…" Her fingers twirled again around a strand of her hair. She can't, she can't ask him. It was too much, too soon, and too….too stupid to ask. She knew they answer already but there was always that bit of hope. "I had a question, well I guess not really a question…"
He didn't say anything, just nodded along with her. One eye still closed, he leaned on the bar. His grin widened as he noticed her fumbling. Better not to push it, if she wanted to ask something she'd do it. If she changed her mind that's fine too.
"Knock knock!" Frisk said suddenly with a clap. Sans nearly jumped out of his hoodie. Shooting straight up, he turned to look at her completely with both eyes wide in shock. When he didn't reply, Frisk's face tinged pink. "Knock knock, Sans."
Her face was twisted in an almost painful grimace. Her teeth were chattering a bit, she tried to stop it by chewing on her lip. He gave a huff of laughter before asking. "Who's there?"
"Go out with me."
Sans blinked.
"Huh?"
"Nothing." Frisk got up, her hair covered her face as she spun on her heels toward the door. Sans just sat there, a bit in shock. He watched her rush out the door, catching the red shade on her the tips of her ears. As the door swung shut, he snapped back to reality.
"...what a terrible joke." He grinned. Hopping off the bar stool, he started to casually walk toward the door. She had tried so hard for something so silly? Why? With a low chuckle, his eye turned blue and he was gone. Nothing in the bar showed any trace of the two being there, save for the mud flakes from her shoes.
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"Hey kid can I-"
She walked faster, trying not to run. It seemed like he was waiting for her at every corner. Hands tucked in his jacket, one lazy eye open, and his ridiculously large grin plastered across his face. No, she decided she didn't want to do this today. She still had to pack up and move Aboveground. She still had to check and make sure she said farewell to everyone. Maybe see if she could pick some flowers for her new home. Anything, anything, in place of having this conversation now.
"You know you're the one who called me-"
Nope, she still wouldn't stop. With a wave of her hand she said farewell to her dearest pal, never to be seen again, because she will surely die from embarrassment on this day. To her surprise, a boney hand caught hers mid-wave and held on tight.
"Listen, kid, you can't avoid me. You know that right?" His amused voice didn't comfort her. She knew she was being made fun of. People had told her it was just a crush, better to leave it alone. But that was oh so many years ago, and here she was. Hiding her blushing face from a skeleton man in front of an underground waterfall. The crashing water helped fill her ears, so possibly she won't have to actually hear him. The distant echo of the caves told them others were coming. Monsters to tour the humans most likely. Before she could hatch a plan to chat one of them up instead, everything went black. The sound of high wind swirled around her, and suddenly she couldn't hear the waterfall. Or the monsters.
Light clicked on, and she realized with a start that they had arrived in Sans' room. Most of his belongings were boxed up, even the tornado in the corner. A big yellow caution sticker on a fairly large sized box told her it hadn't dissipated, only relocated. She turned her head to the figure still holding on to her hand. He was just so… chill, about everything. She was an idiot to call him, to try to reveal her feelings, after all these years. Tears stung her eyes.
"Knock knock," Sans spoke slowly, lowering their hands but refusing to release her.
"Who...Who's there…" She couldn't help but sound defeated.
"A monster."
"A monster who?"
Pulling her hand sharply, he made her stumble into his personal space. With a toothy smile, he opened his mouth, revealing a gooey looking blue tongue no doubt made of magic. It ran across his teeth, and only now did Frisk ever notice how sharp they looked.
"Me. I'm a monster, kiddo." He let her go and closed his mouth, his face returning to his usual comedic self. He held his arms up in a shrug, like it was no big deal. "I know it's hard to remember, since we're buds and I'm so devilishly charming."
"I know," said Frisk. "I figured out as I said it you had no interest in me. Thanks for tracking me down and making it clear though." A few tears rolled down her cheek. That threw Sans off for a moment, he leaned back against his bed. The frumpled blanket had never been lain straight, since making the bed was pointless. All his sleepless nights ruined whatever habits Papyrus had tried to instill in him. He ran his hand over his skull, down his face. The kid was crying and it was his fault.
She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, unsure of what to do. If she tried to leave would he yank her back to explain why he just didn't like her? Or let her go awkwardly and never speak again? She was so stupid, she knew this was a possibility and she did it anyway. Never know until you try, she had thought.
"No interest huh," Sans sighed. "It isn't that simple kid. I mean our anatomy doesn't match up. I don't think you can handle me. And I can't ever start a family with you, you know that right? Going out would be great and all but… Why get attached if it don't… you know?" His face, pale as it was, flushed a light blue. Frisk nodded, her blood rushing around wildly. So he'd thought about it?
"Why not try it though? Because as it is now, we're probably not going to have a normal friendship since you know how I feel. What do we have to lose by giving it a shot?" The hope in her voice was well placed. Sans fell back on his bed, chuckling along with her words. Try it anyway huh? Ignore everything that says it isn't a good idea because...Frisk said so? Something about that thought tickled his funny bone.
There were worse punishments in life than dating Frisk.
In fact, it wasn't like he felt particularly platonic about their relationship. He wasn't Papyrus. He had just never looked at her that way because why would he? He admired the kid a skele-ton, they had this personality that attracted everyone. They went out of their way to accommodate everyone. And he had honestly been feeling a great deal of pride for her. She could be with and feel attracted to anyone else, but she picked a monster skeleton? Jeez kid…
But the tears in her eyes were replaced with a defiant look. If Sans was going to reject her, it better damn well be for a better reason than she's human.
Sitting up, his hoodie slumped off of one of his shoulders, making him look even more ragged than before. He stared at her face, those high cheekbones, that angular jaw. Her neck was thin, with the slightly sun kissed tan she always seemed to have. Her shoulders were small, she really was quite petit. The baggy sweater and long pants didn't give him much of an idea of her body type, but it wasn't like he could judge. Her bangs covered most of her dark eyes, but he could still see the spark in them. Well, if anyone could defy a natural law, it'd probably be them.
"Okay."
"Okay?" A smile tugged on Frisk's face, the deep red blush turning pink as her shame in asking turned to giddiness.
"Let's try to date."
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Above ground, the monsters had set up another village. Those who were wary of humans could stay, but the younger more adventures monsters moved closer to the main cities. Since the brothers were a bit of a mix of the two extremes, they had their own house built in an in-between road. No matter which way you went, you had to pass their home. Sans would occasionally glance out the window as see Frisk, along with Undyne and Papyrus, going back and forth. As the bridge between worlds, she had to go back and forth often to negotiate terms between the races.
Suddenly Papyrus stopped, looking like he had a very good idea. Sans leaned closer to the window, hoping to understand what had his brother all worked up. Undyne smiled, nodding in agreement, while Frisk held her arms up in an 'X' position, trying her best to botch Papyrus' idea. After some laughter, Papyrus started dashing for their home. Undyne hurried Frisk along to wherever they had been going before. Frisk seemed very worried, glancing back at the house, then catching sight of Sans. Sans held up a hand in greeting and smiled when he saw Frisk blush at the gesture. Cute kid.
"BROTHER!" The downstairs door burst open. Sans had to catch a few hanging pictures after the door slammed. He poked his head out of his room, surprised to see Papyrus looking so...cheerfully suspicious. His brother wore the same cool clothing as always, but also sported a black jacket with the blue monster emblem. It'd look cool if his brother wasn't so delightfully tacky, but somehow it still looked pretty cool on Paps.
"Yeah, what's up bro? Got something good happening?" Of course Sans hadn't told Papyrus yet about him agreeing to date Frisk. Sans wasn't even sure how long that would last. Papyrus had turned his back to Sans and started gathering pillows and blankets from their living room and started piling them on the sofa. "Oh, we having a company? That'd be my next guest."
"Ooooh Sans," Papyrus groaned under his breath. "Yes, dear brother! None other than the monster/human ambassador herself! Since she travels back and forth so often, why not be located smack in the middle? And in the home of one of her guards, she couldn't be safer! Nyehehe!"
Eh, he had to admit it made sense. He couldn't help but feel a tinge of excitement at seeing what this would do for their personal relationship. If he was right, she had been staying with Alphys and Undyne in the forest. "Give her my room Paps, I'll take the couch."
"What makes you think that wasn't the plan?" Papyrus laughed again, but he seemed surprised his brother so readily gave up his own bed. They hadn't been Above for long, maybe a week or so, and he never really unpacked. Except for that tornado. So his room was still...relatively clean, actually. Maybe he missed home. They had modeled this house after their Snowdin home, but the lingering smell of new paint and chopped wood reminded them daily it wasn't the same place. "Undyne is helping her pack a few belongings up and she will be here soon, so I must start on celebratory spaghetti!"
"Cool, I'll pick out a movie or something I guess." Leaning on the stair rail, he slid downstairs, landing softly on his feet. His feelings for Frisk were probably still the same, but it wouldn't kill him to make a little effort for her. He did agree to 'date'. Try to 'date'.
The clatter of pots and pans in the kitchen and the shuffling of pillows on the couch almost drowned out the world's softest knock. Sans swallowed, suddenly nervous. Papyrus was busy serving the spaghetti onto plates before he put them in the oven, as Undyne had taught him to do. So, straightening his coat and checking to make sure he didn't have food in his teeth. For a split second, he remembered telling her why a relationship wouldn't work, creating an unnatural tongue and running it over his sharp teeth. Huh, she didn't seem afraid then. Maybe meeting scarier monsters than him helped her adjust to weird sights.
"Yeah, whats up? Oh hey kid." Sans smiled at her. She looked absolutely petrified. Or maybe she was just nervous. Glancing in, she seemed relieved the brother's home hadn't actually changed all that much. She had a small duffle bag and a pillowcase filled with other things. "Staying for a bit?"
"I promise I did not set this up, but I'll be honest and say at least I get to see you." Sans stared for a bit, processing her statement.
"Ah, well, I think-"
"HUMAN! The great Papyrus has created a marvelous version of original spaghetti to welcome you in tonight!" Papyrus dashed in the room, balancing more plates than there were people to eat them. Frisk beamed at him, happily eating his brother's terrible food and even going in for another plate. Sans grinned as he spun the pasta around a fork. While they ate, Frisk and Papyrus chatted away about their work. Frisk had so many people to meet and repeat the same story of her time in the Underground, convince monsters it was alright to leave caves and they would not fall up into the sky, even mentioning the fact Undyne had almost suplexed a man for hurling a rock in their direction, but other humans chastised the man for his rude behaviour before she lost her cool. It was progress!
"Sounds like you're busy," Sans nodded at the two, absently going along with their stories. "Go get 'im guys, yeah I bet."
After Papyrus took the plates away, he snatched a blanket and stretched out on the ground for the movie. Sans and Frisk sat by eachother at a reasonable distance, each clutching their own blanket. Dating was complicated. Frisk stole a few glances at Sans, the light hitting his face and highlighting the curves of his bones. She did her best not to stare, but she was fascinated by him. Slowly, her eyelids started to feel very heavy.
After the opening scene, Sans noticed Papyrus snoring loudly. He turned to Frisk to make a joke, but noticed she as well snored away. Shaking his head, he picked up Frisk gently. He had never noticed how her body actually felt. Her curves amazed him. The shape of her hips connecting to her waist, he could run his hand over it all day. The arch of her back, the feeling of how light she was, he can't believe he still called her kid. She was a fascinating woman. Her lips were slightly parted, she looked so vulnerable. He set her on his bed, pulling up the heavy blue blanket up around her when she shivered at the lack of his touch. He gently pushed the hair out of her face and smiled at how soundly she continued to sleep. Her pajamas did a better job at revealing what tender flesh she had. Sans took his hand and trailed a finger down the side of her face. Surprisingly, she leaned into his hand, as if asking for more. He turned away, better to let her rest. His face felt warm, and he had this high feeling after discovering his friend in such a different light.
Helping Paps in bed wasn't going to happen, so Sans let him have the floor and most of the blankets. His mind still drifted to her, the ki-woman, Sans had in his bed. He still wasn't so sure the dating could work out, but at least he learned something new; he can be attracted to her.