Do you guys know how many emails I got about this fic? Holy shit I was not expecting so many people to like it. I was completely unprepared for like ANY reviews, so instead of PMing everyone that reviewed I'll just put my responses at the end! Also, I still have no idea what I'm doing here so good luck with this I guess.


It may have been well into fall, the weather mostly rain and biting wind, but Sans had taken one look out the window, seen the sun, and decided today was a motorcycle day. He loved his motorcycle and took every chance he could to ride it, so when the bad weather spell broke for a day, Sans leapt at the opportunity to take it for a spin.

Sans was given the task of picking up Frisk from school so they could meet Papyrus over at Undyne and Alphys's house for dinner, the taller skeleton brother had left early to help cook. Sans didn't mind one bit, especially if it meant he got to drive his beloved motorcycle.

This was how Sans found himself sitting in Frisk's school's guest parking lot, his spot only a few places away from the door meant he would be able to see them the moment they left the building. It also meant that everyone could see him. Being no stranger to odd and fearful looks however, Sans studiously ignored the human parents that shot him glares and skittered around him, leaving a wide radius between the skeleton and themselves. In all honesty it was quite amusing to watch, despite how rude it was.

The flood of children seemed never-ending, they loudly burst through the doors in giggling herds, rushing to either their parents cars or the buses that would take them home. A few hovered close to the school walls, waiting to be picked up. One group, Sans noted distantly, was standing very close to the doors, partially blocking the exit and obviously waiting for someone.

A few more minutes passed before Frisk's brightly colored sweater could be seen through the thinning crowd of children, many having gotten into a vehicle and left already. Sans's smiled widened and he raised his hand, giving a small wave to attract Frisk's attention, but the child was distracted before they could see him.

The group that had been lurking by the door had also noticed Frisk and one of them stuck out a foot, making Frisk trip and fall to their hands and knees onto the concrete. The kids laughed and Sans's smile grew strained.

Getting up from the seat of his motorcycle, Sans stalked towards the children- Frisk and their bullies were practically the only ones outside now, any children that had been in the area took one look at the commotion and fled nervously. He knew his eyes were burning, could feel his magic spike with his anger as he got close enough to see that Frisk was trying not to cry, their bullies continuing to harass them as they attempted to get up.

"Hey." Sans yelled sharply, his voice lower and more serious than he could remember ever being before. The bullies froze as his voice echoed ominously off the school building, snapping their heads in the skeleton's direction.

Offering a hand to Frisk, Sans let his cold gaze thaw when he looked down at them, noting with a keen eye the blood on their hands. Frisk gave Sans a watery smile, accepting his bony hand gently, careful not to get blood on him. Sans was having none of it though and scooped up the small kid, turning his gaze back to the bullies who decided right then was a good time to run.

They didn't even make it two steps before they felt a weight in their chests, their limbs locking up as blue magic surrounded them.

Frisk watched nervously as Sans made a twirling motion with his finger, their four bullies- who were levitating off the ground- were turned around. Sans crooked his index finger slowly, a dark and menacing grin plastered on his usually soft features. Frisk gripped his jacket tightly, forgetting about their bleeding hands, and watched the fear on the other children's faces as they were brought closer to the skeleton holding them with his soul magic.

"Sans," they whispered a little hoarsely, "Don't hurt them please." The skeleton looked down at the child in his arms, smile fading at the near-terrified look on their face.

"'Course not kiddo," He replied slowly, obviously surprised they thought he would hurt the human children. A small voice in the back of his mind whispered, 'it's not like you haven't done it before- if you hadn't promised Toriel, Frisk would be dead.' He paused, actively frowning as he lowered his hand to let the floating kids stand on solid ground once more.

The kids were petrified, legs shaking and staring wide eyed at the skeleton in front of them. Sans mentally smacked himself, instantly regretting his harsh anger and how he'd reacted. Setting Frisk down carefully, Sans rested his hands on their shoulders and navigated them a step or two forward to stand in front of the four other humans.

"You can go once you say sorry and promise to leave Frisk alone." He said, trying to sound stern but not overly scary while keeping the still roiling anger and guilt out of his tone. He was answered by a chorus of apologies as the bullies rushed to beg Frisk for forgiveness, their eyes darting between Frisk and Sans skittishly.

Frisk accepted their apologies of course, Sans scoffed quietly at that- not that he had really expected otherwise but the little twerps didn't deserve it- and the kids ran off. Frisk stared after them for a moment before turning to look at Sans.

"I'm sorry." He whispered before they could say anything. "I'm so sorry Frisk, I didn't mean to scare you." Frisks face crumpled a little and Sans crouched down to their level. "I was never going to hurt them, scare the shit outta them yeah, but I wouldn't hurt them." Frisk nodded, silent tears sliding down their ruddy cheeks as the intense moment passed. They spread their arms out in a silent plea and Sans wasted no time picking them up in a bear hug once more.

Holding Frisk with one arm, the other moved to gently cradle one of their small hands in his, sighing at the scraped skin of their palm. Sans's eyes and hand glowed blue once more, letting his magic seek out the damaged skin of Frisk's hands and mend it as best he could. Frisk gave a small hum of appreciation when the stinging pain faded along with the static-feeling of the monster's healing magic. Sans smiled again and placed his best approximation of a light kiss to the top of Frisk's head.

"Don't tell anyone I said 'shit' around ya okay?" He muttered into Frisk's hair, making the small child laugh and nod again. Sans walked back to his waiting motorcycle, Frisk still content to sit in his arms for the moment- feeling safest in the short skeleton's bony grip despite how scary he could be.

As they were set down in front, being small enough for Sans to reach around and still grab the handles easily, Frisk tilted their head back to look at Sans upside down. The skeleton gave the impression of a single raised eyebrow, letting his head fall to the side slightly in question.

"Sans." Frisk started in a tiny voice, "How come the bullies got you so mad?" Their question was said with a great amount of uncertainty, and it surprised Sans that they genuinely didn't seem to understand why he'd gotten upset to the degree he had. He sat, staring dumbly at the child that was practically sitting in his lap- who by this point had twisted to look at him properly, brows scrunched when he didn't respond.

"Frisk." Sans said incredulously, "You're family. You think I'm not going to get mad when someone hurts my kid?" He was thoroughly befuddled that Frisk hadn't known this. Literally struck dumb, face plastered in surprise because how did they not know what they meant to him? To everyone?

Frisk's mouth opened and closed in a comically accurate impression of a surprised fish, face flushing red as they struggled for words. Sans beat them to it though, deciding it was immensely important that Frisk realized how much they were loved right now.

"Kid. We all love you so much. And not just because you freed us from centuries of imprisonment! You're very important to everyone, Frisk." The disbelief in his voice grew with each word, and he brought his hands up to squish Frisk's still rosy cheeks together playfully. "I love you, ya little goober, and I don't like seeing my family hurt, so of course I got angry!"

Sans watched, amused and a little sad, as Frisk stuttered- tripping over any and all words that tried to escape past their lips. Even as his smile grew the longer Frisk remained speechless, Sans kicked himself mentally, having not realized that he'd apparently never actually told Frisk how he felt. He'd just assumed they understood how much they were cared for.

Frisk's past wasn't exactly a secret. All their friends knew their parents had been neglectful and abusive, that it was still hard sometimes and that the poor kid often went through bouts of feeling a sense of worthlessness no ten year old should ever experience. Sans hadn't known how deep those feelings were rooted, that Frisk still thought no one could want them.

Finally, Frisk seemed to find their words, tears once again racing down their face despite the huge grin stretched there. "I love you too, Sans." They hiccuped, scrambling a little to turn fully and give the monster a hug. Sans laughed when Frisk's thin arms wrapped around his torso, squeezing like they were trying to break his ribs, and readily hugged them back.

Nearly soundless words were whispered into his jacket and Sans leaned over further to listen better, "Was'sat Kiddo?" He asked.

"I said, I've never been wanted before," Frisk whispered again, having lifted their face from the fabric of Sans's sweatshirt. The skeleton's metaphorical heart broke at that, leaning back enough to ruffle Frisk's hair and show them a smile.

"Well ya never have to worry about that again, okay pal?" He waited for Frisk's joyful nod before continuing, "Alrighty now kid lets get going, we're already late. Undyne and Pap are gonna throw a massive fit if we don't get there soon." The child eagerly squirmed to face forward and Sans grabbed their helmet, plunking it on their head and starting up the bike.

The engine roared to life and Sans gave it a few playful revs that always made Frisk laugh before speeding out of the parking lot and shooting off in the direction of Undyne and Alphys's home, a shit-eating grin smeared across his skull as Frisk practically cackled with delight at the speeds they reached- feeling lighter and more at ease than ever with the knowledge that their new family would always be there.


This wrote itself, I originally didn't plan on like ANY of the last bit to happen. It just kinda did. I love the idea that Frisk was up at Mt. Ebott bc their family was really shitty and they were either left there or ran away. I figure never feeling loved would probably cause a fair amount of problems, even in one so young, so whoops it's in the fic now.

Reviews!

To everyone who requested more: [Gestures like Vanna White] Ask and you shall receive (I mean I was planning on another chapter anyway but still.)

Blackmoon OniOokami: Yeah I've seen a some stuff about it too, I just loved it so much that I had to make more haha :)

Sazuka57: I think the kids have now definitely been haunted, don't you? Sans probably woulda been scarier if they were older and if Frisk wasn't there.

Czxw: Oh yeah, everyone would flip shit. I'm pretty sure Undyne would commit murder.

Watcherman98: Yep! No one got away with anything! :D

8O: I'm glad you enjoyed it! I was honestly surprised by the amount of people that liked this and it means a lot that you guys comment/favorite :3

Gumby Chef: The absolute highest of compliments, I'm touched. Haha thanks man glad you think so :)