a/n: these many sans-es from the massive AUs completely baffles me.

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frisk farted sans's fart

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The branch broke.

Who... what broke it? Frisk was too occupied in getting as far as she could from the Ruins—Toriel wasn't the only one sad and crying from that last hug—that she didn't notice another person around her. Or was there?

Frisk felt like she didn't want to know the answer.

So, the human walked even faster. She wasn't ready for any dark screen with upbeat soundtracks this soon. But the black figure trailing behind her certainly didn't think so. Confused, she walked back to between the two big trees whose shadows covered her tiny self. Whoever was stalking her was good at it. What did it want from a child like her? She was just a little... human child. Shuddering at the remembrance of Toriel's warning about monsters fighting children, Frisk half-walk-half-run to the obviously-joking bridge.

She was sure about escaping whatever doom was calling in before her body stopped dead in its track. She couldn't move a muscle. It killed her to think about the incoming footsteps doing this to her. If they could do this much without Frisk seeing, imagine what they could do up close, with her immobilized body?

"Human..." The person said with a cold, cold voice, sending shivers down her spine. "Don't you know how to greet a new pal?" This person, this man, made she want to run like a little girl that she was back and slam that huge door and bury herself in Toriel's confused fur. And did he say a 'new pal'? What on earth—

She turned around when he demanded her so, half of the movement done by the invisible force around her body. At this moment, Frisk had already shut down her brain. If she was to die, she wouldn't waste her last moments thinking about it.

Then she shook his extended hand.

A long, annoying sound was heard.

"...whoops." He, a grinning skeleton, said.

Frisk was terrified. A grinning skeleton just pranked her with a whoopie-cushion! But she laughed anyway, because, who wouldn't? For heaven's sake, a grinning skeleton just pranked her with a whoopie-cushion!

That was Sans.

Sans the skeleton.

Though Frisk knew that she should be wary of him, that fart sound just now erased any doubts about his ill intention. And the best part was, he smelled like ketchup.

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a/n: four hours later, you're blue and cursing MEGALOVANIA.

so, any thoughts?

02/11/2019 ~oceanole