Just a quick note:

I hope I wrote everyone alright, I tried to capture the Fell Sans' cockiness but I'm a bit worried that I screwed him up and I am worried when I have to do Papyrus. Please, easy on me as we go on?

The song is 'His Theme' and the original lyrics from the first half belongs to Callie-Cat, but the second half is mine. It's a beautiful song, go listen to it.

Disclaimer:

I do not claim to own the original game nor its many AUs, but this plot and possible original characters belong to me. Any famous songs, TV show/movies/books and manga names, and brands that are mentioned in this work belong to their rightful owners. This is purely for fun and my inner fangirl.

© Willa Field

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2:

Memory

Sans, Flowery, and Frisk

(Third POV)

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She groaned in pain as her head pounds like a drum as she slowly begun to wake to the real world, the memory of the room fading into the darkest corners of her mind. Where am I? She thought sleepily, without realizing the fact she was back with the monsters again.

She wasn't ready to get up, still weak and dizzy from the reset, but Frisk wanted to know where Chara sent her this time. They said that they wouldn't reset the world, yes, but Chara hasn't been very truthful in the past.

There again, the teen thought as she rubbed the sleep out of them and pushed up from the soft surface she was laid on, they were the one who kept her determined throughout her road to saving the monsters, so she figured they were telling the truth. Frisk smiled at the thought, then she frowned when her chin touched a soft surface as she moved to the side, her brows furrowed in confusion. What?

What is this? She asked in the walls of her mind as Frisk finally opened her eyes, revealing a familiar room, the sight sent her into a thumping mess. It was the living room of the Skeleton Brothers' house on the surface, the one she has spent countless times in, from her childhood to her teens.

She gasped through her hand, tears falling to the ground, before she looked down to find Sans' black jacket blanketing her knees as she sat there. She giggled softly while she wiped a finger under her eye, petting the fur collar. Some things never change, she mused with a small smile placed onto her face. After a couple moments, she stood quickly from the couch, eager to see them, only to fall back:

Still dizzy I guess, she pursed her lips in frustration, but she sighed. Better not push it, she told herself as she tried to listen for any sign they were home.

After not hearing anything, Fisk bit her lip, leaning against the back of the comfy couch while she fought the urge to run and jump into his room or go find him, but she sensed it wouldn't be smart, knowing how protective Sans and Flowery were. She chuckled at the memories, hugging the jacket to her chest and nuzzled her nose into the fuzzy surface. The smell of smoke and mustard met her nasals, she smiled lovingly, all Sans. All her Sans, the hothead with a soft side.

She couldn't wait to hug both of her guys, to see Flowery's gentle smile and hear Sans' dumb puns. She couldn't wait to tell him the truth behind her feelings. But the question was: would he be happy to see her or would he be angry at her for resetting? It was true that the world seemed fine, but what if Chara reset everything? It would seem like she broke their promise. Again.

And that is the last thing she would ever want, she lamented in her head as she lifted her bright eyes to the window, to make them hate once more. The thought filled the older teen with dread, and while tightening her hold around the jacket, tears rushed down her cheeks.

Then, like a soothing miracle, the beautiful flower was snapped out the self-doubting thoughts by a familiar voice. Her soft blue eyes snapped around the room as she stood up, stepping towards the kitchen, biting her lip nervously:

"Sans? Is that you?" Frisk yelled softly, cringing in pain as her voice escaped her throat, touching the wall as she peeked into the small kitchen, only to find an EchoFlower placed onto the table.

"An EchoFlower? I thought EchoFlowers only grew in the Underground?" She questioned in a whisper while she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, not wanting to overdrive the message left for her, as she stepped into the room; Sans' voice swirled around her with every step.

"Hey…sweetheart, flower you? I'm sorry I'm not there right now, I needed to go shopping for you, don't be scared, Flowery is in my room and Undyne is outside; you aren't alone, hon. But don't worry, I'll be back soon, nothing will hold me back from you. Until then, I need…to say this, I'll tell you again in person, but I need you to hear it. I…..oh god…I…Grrrr…."

Frisk giggled quietly, finding his stuttering adorable as she sat down at the table, stroking a glowing blue petal as she listened to the soothing voice embraced her and closed her eyes.

After this, Frisk reminded herself with a smile, she was going to hug Flowery.

"…I love….Fuck! Ok, sweetheart, Frisk, the truth is that I love you; maybe more than I could say right now. And I'm saying I'm in love with you, Frisk, not that I love you like the Queen and Papyrus does. You are my…everything."

The brunette stared at the flower as her hands flew to her mouth, not wanting to believe that the skeleton loved her back, but the echoing flower screamed out that he was indeed in love with her. He viewed her as his world. She grinned her relieved tears:

After a couple moments of listening to the sweet message, Frisk giggled like a school girl, and then she ran out the room, her braid hitting her back with every foot fall and stair climb. She yelled loudly to let Flowery know you were coming.

She still couldn't speak clearly, but she could talk, however she knew that she would sign for a while. The pain was coming back. But she couldn't help but to yell excitedly out.

"Flowery! Flowery!" She slammed the door open, revealing a grinning Flowery on Sans' messy bed, tears on his face and he was reached out for the girl. She almost crushed him when she jump-hugged the flower, earning her a fit of giggles from him:

"Howdy, Frisk! You worried us something fierce, you know that? I was starting to worry about Sans' sanity…" He admitted sadly as she nuzzled into his stem, frowning slightly while the flower continued.

"He was thinking about trying a reset himself. He missed you so much, I mean we all did, but it was like….he was a shell of the punny ass we love." Flowery chuckled a bit, pulling back to take her in before started to talk softly again:

"He joked and smiled, but I could tell he was missing a part of his soul; searching for another way to bring you back to fill up the missing place in his soul, Frisk. You have no idea how miserable he was these past years, we all were, but Sans….you meant a lot to him. You know? Wait…..you didn't see it?"

Frisk gave a sheepish look as she shook her head, earning a flustered sigh from her best friend, he shakes his head as he hit a leaf against his face:

"You two are the densest people on the planet, you know that? A blind person could see he had a thing for you and versa vista."

The girl blushed deeply, thinking back to the times before….she…died, trying to see the times he showed love towards her, but Frisk only thought of them as friendly affection not him showing love.

She bit her lip, signing that to the flower. He groaned deeply, then he giggled as he shook his head.

"Well, now you know, right? The EchoFlower?" Flowery wiggled his brows in a teasing manner, earning a pillow to the face and a pout from his best friend, her back was to Flowery now; the laughter grew.

"Awe, Frisk, don't be mad. You just look so cute when teased. No wonder why Sans loves to." She snapped her blues to him and stuck her tongue out at him, only to send him even more into hysterics.

After calming down, Flowery sighed deeply, chewing on his bottom lip as he tried to tell her that Error was watching them, but it was hard when she looked so happy and free. But, he knew she needed to know to keep herself safe from the other Sans. If they, if he, loses her again; Flowery feared what would happen.

She was the reason that Sans was still living, and if she was taken, the flower sensed that his friend would become an unfeeling monster, cold and cruel once more.

"Look, sweetie, I have some bad news, but you are safe here. Undyne is guarding the house because…..you are in danger."

Frisk stared wide-eyed at him as she listened to the tale, moving her eyes to the window to search the trees for a moving shadow among them, a mixture of determination and fear surged through her veins. She didn't know this Error, but Frisk would not let him take her away from them again. Ever. She was afraid, but she had her friends by her side. She will beat this new enemy, she will stay safe.

Flowery finished the explanation, he saw the familiar determined flash in her now blues and his smile grew more as he moved to by her side, patting her hands comfortingly with his leaves. She won't give up, the former goat thought, she was still the determined Frisk he knew.

Waking from the thoughts at his soft touch, she looked over at the male, smiling sweetly and hugging her friend, which made him giggle:

"Same old Frisk, always so adorable! Don't you worry, Frisk, we will keep you safe. There's no way Sans will let anybody hurt you ever again, you are home and you will stay safe. We love you, sweetie."

Frisk smiled watery, reaching a hand to sign her love back before moving her eyes back to the window, cocking her head in wonderment.

Error, huh? What was his story, why must they fight? Can they show him mercy?

The girl knew there would come a time that they might need to fight, but the sweet creature was tired of the killing, tired of fighting; she wanted just to give well-deserved mercy to pay for her past crimes. But, can she do that this time or would she have to kill the other male? That thought sent a shiver against her back.

"You're really a beautiful princess now, Frisk. I'm sure Sans will faint after getting a real look at you. Hehe!" Flowery stated with a smile, not knowing the storm Frisk was facing in her mind.

Upon hearing that, Frisk was trapped inside her doubting mind as her hands came up against her chest, trying to calm her heartbeats as the terrible memories danced through the walls of her mind:

There was no way that Frisk was a princess, even if she tried once for her adoptive parents in one timeline, but her sins caused her so much pain that she failed them. She reset to fix her many mistakes, just to make even more horrible mistakes through her lame attempts to heal the wounds.

The teenager knew that it was Chara who did the crimes, but it was her who gave them control of her body. She was the one who folded to their evil influence in the past over and over. Frisk sighed as she closed her eyes, trapping tears behind her lids.

She was just a mere girl trying to be as good as she could possibly be despite her sins, who wanted to be more than her past but knew that was impossible. It was an impossible wish to have. So, yes, she was far from princess martial. But in the back of her mind, something screams at her to believe her friend.

Ignoring the scream in the walls of her mind, the young woman shook her head at him before turning away again with her arms over her chest, laughing inside at the silly statement while she ignored the gnawing feeling of knowing the hidden truth:

Because, really, how could she ever be more than a killer?

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Flowery—

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His eyes went soft at her reaction to his claim, knowing all too well what it meant.

Her past mistakes blinded her to her true worth, saddening the flower as he watched the tears danced from her eye. But he would make sure that she will see how beautiful and wonderful she truly is. And Flowery knew he wasn't alone in that thought, everyone wanted her to be happy, to be free from her past.

That applied the most to the oldest Skeleton Brother. Yes, it was true the pair went through a lot to get here, but Sans showed him that he would do anything for his human, even go through hell to make her happy. She was his wings, his determination.

A smile slipped onto his face as Flowery nuzzled his head against hers. When she turned those big blue eyes on him, he grinned kindly as he nuzzled his head deeper into her side, graining himself a giggle. He knew the skeleton would prove her worth to the little beauty, he thought to himself as his grin grew bigger. He will prove it to her, he had to:

Frisk was just too broken to see how she really meant to everyone here, even if she felt lost and unworthy now. But she will, the flower just knew it, and when she did, she will know how much she was loved. No matter what happened in the past, they loved her so much:

He sighed, returning to reality.

"Sweetie, why don't you go take a shower? I'll wait for Sans and tell him you're up." She breathed out, puffing her cheeks, and she nodded before moving off the bed, tripping a bit; making her blush bright red and the sight earned a booming laugh from Flowery. She was so cute.

"You know, Frisk, if you don't want to be teased, you might want to stop being so cute all the time. Sans will have a field day with you, sweetie."

She stuck her tongue out, huffing loudly as she walked out, shaking her head and she mouthed the words over her shoulder: 'I hate you right now, jerk.'

He grinned once more before he watched her exited the room, closing the door behind her. After a moment, a sigh blew through his lips. This will be so hard for the people around the town that cares for the human. He tucked his leaves into his small body as he waited for his male best friend, thoughts swirling around his mind's walls.

She will fight against them every step of the way because of what she faced in her past, and through her eyes, because of that she was not worth love and the kindness the people will give her when they will meet again. He leaned his flowery head back on the wall behind the bed and Flowery sighed again, pointing his black eyes up to the blue sky out the window, his heart breaking for the girl he used to watch over:

He remembers the day they lost her and Sans lost his love, fading from the world of monsters and humans for years without a trace, just a grave, and their feelings, to prove they existed. He shifted his eyes down, remembering the stinging feeling of guilt in his gut as soon as the first two days' past without her resetting.

He should've watched her better, and then, maybe, she wouldn't be so broken from her wounds, she would be healed already. It was his fault, she was hurt because of his carelessness.

But, hopefully soon, she would be back to the happy girl she was when they first met and started their journey to save the monsters. And this time, he will never take his eyes off her. He was going to fight with Sans and with the other if he must. He was a flower, but he knows how to fight.

He smiled sadly at the thought and pushed off the wall before hearing the front door opened and Sans growling about some unknown thing. The flower laughed a bit, guessing that he was in a sour mood since he needed to get some things for Frisk and wasn't there when she woke up. But, Flowery sensed his mood would change as soon as he lays his eye sockets on the girl:

"Flowery, is Frisk with you?" Sans' voice carried up to the plant monster, footsteps soon followed. The flower chuckled as he slowly scooted himself in his pot to the edge of the bed.

"She's in the shower, Sans. She's alright, Sansy."

He heard a grunt just as the door opened, but his eyes weren't on the flower, he was more interested in the sounds coming from a couple doors down the hall. A worried expression could clearly be seen sitting on his permanently grinning face while he moved to sit next the other male, breathing a sigh.

"How's she doing, Flowery?" He turned to his adopted little brother, looking odd in a blue hoodie, meeting his gentle dark blue eyes with his sockets. The flowery smiled at him, touching his shoulder with a tender leaf:

"She still has some scars from the past, but she's still our Frisk. You know, you are gonna have to talk her alone, right? I don't think you'd want me there when you have this talk."

Poor Sans nearly fell off the bed in fear, remembering the blue flower, and what he would have to say. Flowery barked out a laugh at the wide-eyed expression on Sans' face, his bony hand was placed upon his forehead while a glowing red blush as a small frustrated growl escaped his hyoid. The poor skeleton looked so scared as if he would lose her if he screwed up. And Flowery knew he hated being weak in front of people. Especially the ones he was close to.

"B-b-but…..Am I ready? Is she? I….don't want to scare her, I mean you said it, she's fragile right now. God, I sound like a wimp." Sans growled, falling back with an arm over his eyes.

Flowery giggled at his actions, but they both knew his tough attitude melts away the moment Frisk walks into a room. And Flowery, although he won't admit it to Sans and betrayed Frisk's trust, knew she loved him back; deeply.

Sans shouldn't be worried about scaring the fearless human away, after all, he did to her; she knew that there was good inside of the old bag of bones. And although he foolishly doubts his ability to make the brunette happy and safe, it was that: A foolish doubt.

The flower saw his soft side countless times as they tried to save both Frisk and the monster race. His willingness to show mercy for her, the way he treated her, everything showed their mutual friend that she was in good hands with the skeleton, as tough as he was.

It will be like time has reverse on its own accord to the easiest time in their lives. When the feelings were strong, when through everything, they knew what they wanted. It will be easy to recreate the unbreakable bond, and once the bond is reformed; the real story will begin. Melting two souls together slowly to be one once again forevermore.

As that thought faded from the forefront of his mind, the males heard the shower turned off and Frisk moving around, cluing them that the time was almost there. With a soft giggle, he peeked at his friend, who was blushing even more redder now and he sat up, wetting his teeth nervously.

He chuckled at the sight. He couldn't wait to see how their story would end, and he truly could not be happier for his friends.

With a last smile, he placed both of his leaves on the handsome skeleton's shoulders, pushing him towards the door, and like any brother would, he gave the blushing skeleton a reassuring smile and a nod to the thing he need the most:

"Just go, I believe in you. You already admitted how you feel about her, you just need to admit it to her face." He stated reassuringly when Sans turned to look at him with a grin spread across his facial features with a wink.

"Thanks, son. I am shaking with nerves, but even if I'm rattled to the bone, I won't back down."

Flowery smiled, shaking his head in amusement at the dumb pun as he watched Akito fade around the corner, the ageless skeleton running towards his destiny with every step. His smile widens as he curled in for a nap while he waited for his friends to return.

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Sans

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Sans' pupil faded as he stared at the closed door, his hand hovering just above the wooden door, unsure on whether to knock or not.

He wasn't this weak, even if he was shadowed by his brother, monsters still feared him and he was always fighting when he wasn't sleeping. But when Frisk entered his life again, his rough edges slowly smoothed out. Making him melt to her every wish. Just to make her happy and safe.

So, him frozen at a door, afraid of rejection, irritated him to no end. He was a fucking monster, fucking terrifying, why does this mere girl terrify him so much?

With the thought inside his mind, he sighed as the young warrior leaned his forehead on the door, trying to calm down his raging soul. The skeleton already knew the answer, but it wasn't helping him. Sans just wanted to get this off his chest, so he had the peace of mind and he could protect her without worry, but he couldn't make himself move.

He growled again, kicking in frustration before he walked away. Sans would talk to her later, he decided, give her time. And later, she would know that Sans was under her enchanting spell; he was powerless when it comes to her. His heart was in her hands.

Suddenly, however, a beautiful voice swirled to his ears and through his mind, stopping him from his fleeing, and it made the decision for him. In a daze, the skeleton slowly opened the door open and peeked into the bathroom, revealing a shining goddess standing in front of the mirror with her head turned toward the opened window and a shy smile upon her lips as her fingers drummed on the counter.

In the moment, Sans fell deeper into her hold unknowingly, and the skeleton carefully stepped inside the room, listening to her song:

"It's not fair to be alone,

After all you've been through,

So just let me ease your pain,

Please let me stay with you.

I'll continue to reach out,

I won't abandon you,

Determination fuels me,

To keep trying to save you.

I will give you my mercy,

Because it's clear to me…"

Frisk slowly turned to the male, her smile was shyer now as she reached out to him. Sans' cheeks felt like they were fire while he walked to her, his palm touching hers when he was close enough:

"You love me so,

This won't be easy,

But I will stay by your side.

I know it's frightening,

To think I might leave again,

But I'm here to stay,

I'll hold you close and tight."

Frisk's voice faded as she leaned her forehead on his, her fingers tenderly folded to the sign for love against his palm as they just stared and tears fell down their cheeks through big grins. They stood like that for a few moments before Sans grabbed the small human to him, burying his skull into her hair as he laughed:

"Well, sweetheart, you sure did show me up on the confession front. You always beat me, but I love that about you, gotta keep me humble, right?"

She giggled as she wrapped her around his middle, cocking her head cutely while she winked. Sans laughed deeply, his nose socket nuzzling her nose before landing a small kiss on it:

"I love you, kitten. I'm not letting you go again. You're mine, and I don't who it is, I'm protecting you from them."

His statement earned a giggle from the young woman as she turned her beautiful violet eyes on his smiling face with a smile on her own, placing her hand upon his cheek before moving her hands to sign. That brief touch sent stringing fire up through the veins in his arms and straight to his chest, and he was sure it showed on his cheeks.

Sans hated that he couldn't hide anything from her, every touch sends his cheeks into a burning fire and his soul fluttering, but there again, the spell she cast over the skeleton gives him strength. She really didn't know the power she had over him:

'I will hold you to that, Sans.' She giggled a bit as she moved to the door, to only to be pulled back into his chest, and this time, it was her turn to blush madly as he peppered kisses from her neck to her ear.

"Oh, don't worry. You know I'm good to my word. You are mine, kitten, remember that." The skeleton whispered into her ear, seeking his odd tongue over it before releasing her and moving to the door, leaving her with a suggestive wink.

Frisk just stared after the cheeky skeleton, unable to move from the spot he rooted her to. All she would think was, what have I gotten myself into?

However, after a few moments past, she let a loud laugh and ran after him, grunting annoyed at his back, making him laugh as they made their way back to his room.

That night, Sans watched as Frisk greeted her family with a big smile onto her face, her happiness clearly written across it while each monster embraced her once more. He chuckled freely, moving his sockets to the window, a glare placed into them:

He wouldn't never let the broken version of himself steal the important thing to him now. He always knew he would fight for her, but after he held her in his arms once more, he realized how much he truly needed his Frick by his side. After three years without her, Sans wasn't about to go one more day without her.

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The black skeleton giggled, looking down from the tree, his eyes glowed with eager excitement

This game would be a challenge finally. He hated weak players, but Error sensed Sans 14 and his little pet wouldn't go down very easily. He'd be entertained while they play this deadly game, which was rare for the glitchy male. All the others barely put up a fight.

"I will have fun with those two…"

As the wind carried that threating statement, the monster giggled before dropping from his branch and faded from this reality. His giggle could still be heard as day faded to black night.