Judgment hall, usually a lonely place, with a visitor now and then headed to the king, now however it seemed to have two permanent residents.

Sans had brought Frisk a hotcat, and slowly fed the kid, he didn't trust her, so if she was hungry than she was going to have to put up with this.

Frisk understood why he was doing what he was doing, she had done so much to hurt him, whenever she looked at him, she could only see his magical left eye glowing blue, when he moved, she flinched, fearing his bones, and when he stood still, she could see gaster blasters, all around him, their stares scared her.

But Sans never summoned anything, nor was his eye glowing, he tried to be as friendly as he could, despite everything she had done.

It wasn't much but the hotcat did fill up frisk.

"There, I hope it was good, I don't have the stomach to know."

He chuckled lightly but it was an awkward kind of chuckle, Frisk didn't as much as smile, she had a constant frown on her face.

"he-he… um, well…"

"Sorry."

"What did you say?"

Again Frisk said she was sorry.

"I don't want to hear that, I want to know, why. Why did you do it Frisk? Huh? WHY!"

He stopped, realizing his own response, and how it only brought back her silent cries.

"Well done Sans, you REALLY know what you're doing huh."

The comedic skeleton sighed in frustration, he messed up .

"I'm sorry kid, look, I just, I want to know why you did it, that's all, I won't hurt you, unless you give me a reason to."

Nothing, she still cried, he wasn't going to be getting through to her, not like this.

Sans left her be as he stood against a pillar opposite to her and closed his eyes.

He just stayed there, pretending to have fallen asleep.

Frisk couldn't remember the last time she cried like this, she looked up to sans, and was, all to glad to see that he was sleeping.

She felt, safer somehow, and relieved, he was here, he would ward off anything that would try to hurt her, but he was asleep, so he wouldn't hurt her, not right now.

She thought of struggling against the rope, but she could tell by the pressure on her arms alone, she was going nowhere if she tried, and what would that serve?

"I'd throw away what little trust he has if I try to escape now." Whispered the human, afraid she'd wake him up.

She stayed there, weighing her options but the only one that made sense, that would be right, would only worsen her situation.

"If I tell him the truth, he'll never believe me, no one will, not like there's anyone else here anyway…"

She started to cry again, this time, crying herself to sleep.

Sans opened his eyes after hearing her quiet down, walking over to her, he made sure she was asleep first.

"What are you hiding kid? What aren't you telling me? Just tell me already, so I can end it…"

Nothing, no response, not like he was waiting for one anyway, Sans hated this, this feeling, he was doing what he needed to do, what he had to…

Than why did it feel like he was betraying his best friend?

The skeleton sighed before stepping away and looking to the bright gemstones that served for the underground's stars.

"Please kid, tell me, tell me why you took my brother's life."

"You know kid, as much I like putting dogs on your head, thirty is a bit excessive…

Careful, some weirdo's been going around putting whoopee cushions in people's seats…"

"San's thank you, for everything, you big, joker you…"

"Any time, Frisk, any time."

Sans woke in a fright, he was surprised to find out that he'd fallen asleep, more so when he found himself with his head on frisk's shoulder, she may have been asleep herself but her head was resting against his gently.

When he pulled back he woke her, Frisk was confused at first, as she looked over to him, then realized what she did, she was about to say that she didn't mean to but he stopped her.

"It's alright kid, you must need to use the little human's room by now."

San's gave her no time to reply as he showed her the knife she tried to use on him, he made it clear to her that if she tried anything, than he would end her, before undoing the rope that held her to the pillar.

She could hardly believe that what he did, less so when he undid the rope around her torso, but that was it, he told her to walk, leaving her hands bound, tightly.

Frisk did as told, walking with him back to Snowdin.

The pair reached the snowy town, finding it just as abandoned as the day she walked through it.

Frisk felt ice crawl up her back at the thought that she caused this.

They both reached Grillby's, Frisk froze at the entrance as Sans opened it, the scene was haunting.

"There were good people here kid, people YOU chased away, I'd ask you why but, you won't answer will you?"

She didn't even need to look at him and he had his answer.

"Thought so, go do what you need to, and try to run, I dare you."

Sans undid the last of her bindings and waited at the entrance.

He waited for quite a while and right when he was about to go in and check on Frisk, she came back out.

Sans was surprised that she did come back and didn't try to make a run for it, she must've known that it was pointless.

"So, you didn't run, good, show me your hands."

She did, nothing was in them, he sighed, she could have grabbed something, anything to attack him with, what was she doing? Well, he wasn't going to wait to find out, instead he tied the rope around her hands again.

"Come on."

She did as told, but when they were about to step outside she shivered.

"Cold?" asked the skeleton as he noticed her sweater was torn in a few places, allowing the cold wind to slip in.

She only nodded.

Sans still hated her, but this, was too much, he sighed before giving her his hoody.

"There, use that till we're home."

"Why are you doing this Sans? She killed everyone, she's a murderer, you shouldn't be keeping her warm!"

"Th, thanks…"

"Heh, don't mention it kid."

Despite his thoughts, Sans was happy to hear her thanks yet when they started to walk to his home, she ran.

"SEE! THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS!"

He chased after her, into the forest, she was staying ahead of him somehow, despite her hands being bound, they reached the bridge heading further in and back to the door to the ruins.

"FRISK! GET BACK HERE!"

No response, she kept running, afraid of him, of what he would do to her when they were 'home', no she needed to get away, away before he could kill her.

She got over it and sans continued chasing but the skeleton slipped.

"Uh oh…"

He fell down, Sans was in reality safe, he could just-

"Wait, what?"

He wasn't falling, when he looked up he saw Frisk holding onto his boney foot as tightly as she could, she tried to pull him up but, couldn't, she wasn't strong enough .

"Hay, let go, I'm fine."

She didn't, instead she started to cry.

"Why? Why won't you leave me alone? I don't want to die…"

He realized what was going through her head, why she ran.

"Frisk, I wasn't going to kill you, we just needed to get you out of the snow."

She still didn't believe him, but she still tried to pull him up.

He sighed before telling her to try and swing him to a side, she did and was able to after a considerable amount of effort get him to grab the bridge tightly, when he got back up he saw his hoody lying in the snow, and frisk was at a tree, on the snow, hugging her legs, afraid, cold and crying.

"Frisk, hay, come on, you'll catch a cold if you stay there."

"Go, go away, you'll get hurt, please, go."

Sans picked up his hoody and sat next to her.

"I thought you were afraid of dying."

"I am…"

"So which is it now? Are you afraid of dying or of me getting hurt?"

He shook his head, trying to figure out what was going on in her mind.

"Here."

The skeleton put his hoody on her, making sure that she was completely closed.

"Look kid, I don't know what you're thinking but, you tried to save my life, so you have to have come to your senses, I won't hurt you okay, but I can't trust you on your own."

"Oh no, he's, he's going to-"

Frisk's thoughts were cut off when she felt his hand on her head.

"So, until you tell me what you were thinking, I'm staying with you, to make sure you don't cause any more trouble."

"So I can stop you for good when you do cause trouble…"

She was glad but he cut her feelings in half when he stood up and got right in front of her.

"But let's get something clear, one wrong move, I won't be so kind."

"A, Alright."

"Good, now, let's get out of here, this cold is rattling my bones."

Although more carefully than before, Sans watched Frisk as they both headed to his and Papyrus's house, he had mixed feelings about her now, she tried to save his life even at the cost of her own, yet he still couldn't let go of how he felt of her murders as they entered the house, it felt even lonelier here than in grillby's, Frisk didn't seem to make it any better either.

He didn't really care what she was going to do, the worst she could do was try to grab one of the pots in the kitchen, he made sure that it was safe.

Frisk only sat down, slipping off the hoody for Sans, as she did she saw him take off the redish orange scarf that belonged to his brother, he was careful as he cleaned it and put it down in front of his brother's room before walking back to frisk.

Pulling out the knife he sent her into a panic.

"Hay easy, Frisk it's okay, relax! I'm just, would you stop, there, finally."

She struggled pretty harshly against him, but Sans was able to eventually get to and cut the rope that held her hands tied.

She realized what he was doing and felt silly but was still scared as he held the knife.

"Sheesh, kid, you're a handful."

He remembered the knife in his hand and understood how she must've felt.

"I, I'm sorry, I should have probably just undo the knot like last time, huh?"

She didn't answer him, instead she only looked to the floor.

"So, uh, how, are you feeling?"

…

"Don't want to talk huh?"

…

"Okay, uh, well, I never properly thanked you for uh, saving me."

…

"So uh, thank you Frisk."

…

"Sheesh, what will it take? Do I need to crack a bottle over my head to have her talk to me or what?"

"Why aren't you killing me?"

That question silenced Sans this time.

"Well? I killed everyone you loved, why are you leaving me alive?"

Her tears returned, she didn't really want him to answer but he did.

"I need to know why you did it first, why you killed, no, why you massacred everyone, that's why I haven't killed you kid,"

He sighed and headed to his room, leaving her alone in the living room, if she tried to run again, he would know and kill her.

He couldn't help to wonder though, what was the reason, he could feel it every time he asked her, she was more afraid of the truth than of what he would do to her.