Sans POV
When I look back, it's terrifying and odd? to see, despite their magic power and long life, how fragile monsters are. No wonder humans could easily prison us in the underground.
Yes humans. Impulsive, foolish and greedy creature.
But not Frisk, she is different, she is special. Oh so special and precious little thing.
I can't even describe how dear and priceless she became to me.
When she fell down here she was only 7 years old. Small child who did not know the true face of the life, yet determined to change her fate.
Despite her genocide route which was done under Chara's influence the kid's choices were full of kindness and bravery. Which was an incredible deed for her young age but again humans are full of surprises aren't they.
Still, it was a not surprise when i heard that her parents died in traffic accident two years earlier her adventure trough the underground. Her lack of communication and strong independence had told many things of her past life. Her parents must had been nice folks since they raised this beautiful child with full of hopes and dreams. It's a shame that their kindness did not run in their whole family. Because, note that I am being sarcastic here, "thanks" to her abusive and greedy aunt we met with the angel of our prophecy in the underground.
Yet despite all this cruel things life tossed to her, she remained kind and generous. The way she always tries to find good things from others and never gives up on that, makes my old monster heart melt. And not to mention her lovely character, I've never met someone this forgiving and full of compassion in my half millennium years of life. (Except my brother, of course.)
I want her to know my feelings.
I want her to see me more than a funny sack of bones.
I... I want her to only look at mewith those beautiful kind eyes.
If only I could tell her...
How I wish I could tell her that how importantshe is to this good for nothing monster.
But how could I?
How could I rub my sinful, worn out and old self in her young blooming life? Not to mention that I am a monster.
Even by thinking about her in this way I am proving to myself that I am an awful being…a freak. And I am sure that any decent grown up, usually wouldn't feel this way towards 15 years old child. Especially, if the adult one is 500 hundred years old geezer skeleton monster and the kid is the sweet little human girl.
But...
But I could wait though.
Heh I could even wait for another 500 years for her to be…
…to be mine.
However, waiting will not cleanse my foul soul. Gosh, if she knew what I have done in my past life, she wouldn't have even considered becoming friends with me.
Welp, that sounds scary.
Heck, world without her is beyond scary! Can't imagine that!
But she's a sweet sweet child! She might forgive me! Like she always do.
No.
She shouldn't.
How immature... still, I am. Like some monster brat who is clinging to his favorite toy.
Darn it!
It should be easy for me to let it go, considering my age. I've let go many things before.
Yet she is not just anything.
She is everything. Everything I could hope for.
If only circumstances were different…
How i wish if things were different...
How… God… How i wish that...
