'Damn, how long am I going to sit here and mourn!? This is getting tibia annoying!' Sans didn't even laugh at his joke. He never did. Unless, Papyrus made a pun or if he was pretending Frisk made it. He always hid his unhappiness from Papyrus.

He didn't want to risk Papyrus being unhappy too. Papyrus seemed to be upset about Frisk alot, also. Which was normal, the two skeletons were close to the kid. They allowed the human to live with them so that the royal guards wouldn't find them and take their soul.

Though, it wasn't necessary. They died anyways.

Sans sighed. The kid died for a selfish reason. The kid was harmless. They wouldn't hurt a fly. Though, everyone desperately wanted to leave. Frisk wanted to, too. Though, they didn't kill any monster to cross the barrier. He wished they did. If they left, no one would be suffering. Frisk would be alive and Sans would be happy again.

"Hey, bro! I'm going out! I'll be back soon!"

Sans could hear Papyrus scream something from the kitchen. He guessed that he was fine with it and teleported out. He liked to go to Toriel's alot. He learned that Frisk was rather close to her and that Tori was like their mother figure. They often shared happy memories of the child and that's what he was going to do.

After the barrier fell, Toriel had moved into a small cabin right at the bottom of the mountain. She often climbed it and watered the flowers from the top of the hill. That's why Frisk's grave was always so well flourished.

He teleported outside of her home and knocked gently.

"Who is it!?" He heard Toriel behind the door and decided it was time for a joke.

"Doris."

"Doris, who?"

"Doris locked, that's why I knocked." He sighed as he heard Toriel laughing on the other side. Once again, he didn't laugh. Not even a fake one.

He smiled when Toriel opened the door.

That's when he noticed, her eyes were pink and puffy. She was recently crying. He didn't mention it yet. Maybe, she would bring up the reason. If she didn't he would ask her before he left to visit Frisk, again.

She seemed pushier and quickly told him to come in.

He followed her around the house. Until,they arrived in her dining room.

"So, Sans you're here for the memorial, right? I'm surprised you were the first to show up."

Sans looked at her in confusion as he sat down at the kitchen table.

"What do ya mean, Tori? I didn't here about a memorial? Who's it for?" He paused and sighed. "Did the old turtle finally pass?"

Toriel gave him a stern look. She glared with cold eyes and then shook her head. More tears were forming in her eyes. Sans cringed at his mistake. He didn't mean to be so rude. Whoever the memorial was for, she deeply cared about them.

"If only I would have kept them in the ruins, they would be here. We would be celebrating a birthday instead of mourning at a memorial."

His body froze. Magic began to pour out of his eye ball. He began to realize what she was talking about.

"Hey, Sans? Do you think a mother could ever forgive her daughter for running away for selfish reasons?"

Sans looked up at the small child who sat on the couch next to him. They were snuggled into a blanket, munching on a thing they called chocolate. They said it was a human's heaven.

He looked away from the TV in shock. He paused the anime they were watching and took a deep breath.

He wasn't going to question them. Just in case, it was a sad memory for the human.

"Well, Frisk, I think if the mother cares for their child, they'll forgive them no matter what. A mother's love can't be broken."

He smiled a reassuring smile to the kid when he seen their eyes sparkle with DETERMINATION. They seemed bent on doing something.

"Well, if what you say is true, then do you and Papyrus want to meet my mom? She lives in the ruins."

That was the day when Frisk opened up alot more to him. They finally were able to smile knowing they had a mother's love along with two skeletons'.

He took a deep breath.

It had to be Frisk's birthday. Who else would Toriel be referring to? Sure, she knew other humans that died and left but the only one Sans knew was Frisk and Toriel knew better to only invite him to memorials of people he knew.

So, it was Frisk's birthday. No doubt.

"They would have turned twelve today.." Toriel spoke.

Sans shook his head in approval. The kid barely lived. They died at age eleven. There were many others that should have died. People who were older. Shoot, he would have died for them. Frisk didn't deserve to be impaled like that.

"I hope they're having the best day up there. They deserve a good birthday."

"They're happy up there. The only thing they must hate is seeing you so unhappy."

Sans smiled bitterly. He took out a ketchup bottle from his pocket and swallowed a swig. Tears formed in his empty eye sockets as he clenched his fists.

"I wouldn't have been this unhappy if that bastard never killed them."

Sans didn't stay. Everyone had shown up but he wasn't in the mood. It was like they were celebrating her death. He hated it.

He wanted to celebrate their birthday but it didn't feel right. He wanted peace. So, he decided to go to Frisk's grave.

'There is always silence with them.'

He laughed bitterly.

He felt so disgusted with himself. He couldn't even pretend he was ok. Frisk would want him to be happy and to be with his friends. Though, he couldn't. He was depressed.

Before he left he made sure to steal a pie from Toriel to give to Frisk. As an offering, that's what he called it. He finally arrived and sat down. He sat there quietly for a few minutes. Though, the silence was slowly driving him crazy.

"Happy birthday, old woman. I got you a present. I heard butterscotch-cinnamon pie was your favorite, besides chocolate pudding pie."

He set a plate and pie down on the ground. He dug into his pocket. When he pulled his hand back out, he held a glistening silver knife. He raised the knife and settled it inside the the homemade pie. It gave off a strong smell of cinnamon when he sliced a piece. He set it down on the plate and pulled a fork out of his jacket.

"Bone-appetite." He smiled down at the grave.

The wind got stronger as he grinned.

Was Frisk trying to say something? He grinned wider.

"I miss you, buddy." He took out his ketchup and pretended to do 'cheers' with Frisk. He drank it faster than an alcoholic drinking a strong beer.

"It's horrible living without you. It's like the world lost its color. I always imagined the surface to be beautiful but its not. Not without you."

More tears threatened to fall.

"You were the only thing that brightened up this world. Your angelic voice. Your sparkling eyes. Your beautiful smile. You made this world fucking perfect! They took that away!"

"I just want to see you again. Is that too much to wish for?" He stammered over words. His tears fell harder.

He realized the flowers weren't healthy because of Toriel.

The flowers were well flourished with his tears.

"I can't live without you anymore."

His eye caught hold of the shining knife. All the light from his eyesockets disappeared as he picked it up and looked over it with fascination.

'Maybe there is a way we can see each other again.'

Those thoughts sounded quite familiar to him.

He silently observed the human as they laid on the floor with Napstablook, acting like garbage. He never understood why Frisk liked doing it so much. He never tried, he felt too embarrassed. So, he would just listen to Blooky's music and watch.

It was always interesting. The two's expressions always changed for no reason. They must have been daydreaming or thinking of the future.

Watching Frisk and Blooky smile, always made him grin. The two were so cute. It took Frisk an hour to stand up from their position on the floor.

"That was fun, Blooky. Thank you!" There was so much excitement in their voice that it made Napstablook smile. His self esteem was so low but all he really needed was a good friend like Frisk.

"It was..? I'm glad you had fun feeling like garbage.."

Frisk laughed slightly and waved goodbye. They looked at Sans and grabbed his hand as they headed out the door. Frisk didn't look Sans in the eye, at all. Nor did they speak a word.

Sans gripped their hand harder.

He didn't know what to say. Last time Frisk wouldn't talk to him was because they found out something bad about him. What if they found something else that made him look bad?

He wanted to avoid this question but he knew he couldn't.

"Are you ok, kiddo?" His voice was more serious than usual. Frisk looked away from the ground and turned their head towards Sans.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just thinking about things like the future."

Sans would be raising an eyebrow if he had one. Though, he let his magic spark in his eye, showing that he was interested in hearing what Frisk had to say.

"I mean, when we get to the surface, what if I'm forced away from everyone? What if the other humans don't let me stay with you?"

Sans seen the tears in their eyes before they wiped them away. He stopped walking as Frisk cried harder. He knelt in front of them and grabbed their hand.

"Listen, no matter what we are going to see each other. Shoot, I would be fine staying down here with you then going up there and not being able to see you. You give everything a will to live and if you left then I don't where my will to live would go."

That didn't cheer Frisk up the way he wanted.

"Don't say that about yourself. Out of everyone, including me, you can have the brightest future. You're smart, funny, and cute." They said the whole thing with a smile and loud tone but once they got to the end they began to whisper with a blush on their face.

Even if the last part was whispered he still heard it and emitted a small chuckle.

"No matter what happens on the surface, We'll find a way to see each other again."

The memory was so long ago but he remembered it like it was yesterday. The way she cried was fresh in his mind.

Visions of her crying from that memory flashed to their crying during her death. They were miserable. They were in so much pain and he thought it was his fault for not saving her.

'No matter what happens on the surface, we'll see each other again.'

Those words from the flashback he had rewinded over and over within his head.

He was going to follow what he said.

'I'm so sorry, everyone. Papyrus make sure Mettaton takes care of you. I wish I could be the one to make you smile but I can't even smile myself.'

He out reached his arms and brought the knife far from his skull.

"I need to see them. If I don't, things will just get worse."

His life flashed in his eyes. Every living moment he lived had replayed as the knife punctured his skull.

Damage 1

He had done it. He could feel the pain of turning to dust as he breathed heavily watching his past. Some were good memories. Some made him want to die faster.

Until, the pain was gone.

He stood up, slowly.

He gasped when he seen the pile of dust on the ground. His hoodie was barried underneath it, along with a knife, and ketchup bottle.

He heard something from behind him.

Weeping.

Someone was there and they were crying.

He turned around as quickly as possible. Though, when he did, he couldn't move. There was his angel.

Frisk was sitting on top of their grave with their head in their arms that were resting on their knees.

He took a step near them.

"Frisk, is that really you?"

Their head shot up. They looked at Sans with puffy pink eyes and a look of horror sketched itself onto their face.

"Sans, why? You weren't suppose to die like this.." They hopped off their grave and walked up to Sans. They silently watched each other.

"I missed you, Sans. I was watching over you this whole time. I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough to give you bigger signs."

Sans didn't say anything.

He wrapped his transparent arms around Frisk and smiled as wide as he possibly could. The two of them cried for hours, together.

*Seeing Sans again, fills you with DETERMINATION!

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"It's up to you, kiddo."

Finally, I have finished! Remember when I said this wouldn't get a happy ending. Well, it kinda does. The ending is your choice.

If you want Sans and Frisk to reset and go back to the beginning and avoid death, you can think that. If you think they can live happily the way they are then choose that ending. I'm not a god, you pick the end!

Though, I'm proud that I finally finished a story! But it cost me a broken heart.. T.T

I wanted to say thank you to everyone who reviewed the last two chapters! Also, review this chapter so I know if you liked the ending!

Thank you to everyone!