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WHY CAN'T YOU SEE?
Frisk was in a very deep sleep, and was dreaming of counting sheep. A bony hand with bony fingers poked her form, and when she woke she felt so torn. On one hand she felt glad to see him, but felt that losing sleep was rather grim.
"Sans, can I have five more minutes please?"
"Aw kid, then who else am I gonna tease?"
The skeleton winked his eyesocket as he handed Frisk her the heart shaped locket. His bony hand grabbed hers, and she shivered from the coldness while grabbing her purse. He was a gentleman, walking her to the dining room. Under her parents' gazes she could feel the impending doom.
"Frisk, how come you are up so early? It's completely unlike you," asked her mother.
"Sans woke me up and joined us for breakfast. Sorry, do you want me to tell him to shoo?" replied Frisk.
She winced as she heard her father's sharp exhale of breath, meaning he was losing his patience half to death.
"There is no one else at the table but us, my dear sick daughter. Please do not make us call the hospital, we would feel like sending an animal to the slaughter," said her father.
Frisk looked over at Sans who now looked slightly bothered by her father's remark, and felt a pang in her heart as his eyesockets grew dark. She wondered why she was the only one who could see the monsters she had freed. She wanted others to know of her good deed.
"But Sans is here, sitting at the table. Like a majestic horse, sitting in their stable," insisted Frisk.
"No, I say, we cannot see! Why can't you let the matter be?" asked her mother.
"Imaginary friends means you are not right. To see you in a straight jacket would be a most unpleasant sight," wept her father.
"Oh Sans, why am I the only one who knows? The truth being, it kinda blows," asked Frisk, back up in her room.
She huffed as she plopped down on her bed, her anger and annoyance causing her to see red. She bitterly chuckled as the thought in her mind took its toll, the fact that red is the color of her soul.
"I'm not sure why no one else can see, hear, or touch. Maybe asking to be free on the surface was a bit much," sighed Sans.
"It's really strange that one by one, the other monsters disappeared like that. You're all that's left of the underground to whom I still chat," frowned Frisk, fresh tears falling.
"Kid, I'll be honest with ya, and I promise not to sugar coat a thing. But your folks don't like the idea of me, so before I leave please accept this ring," quietly said Sans, handing her a ring with a ruby in it to match her locket.
"You're leaving, but why? Let's go somewhere else, just you and I!" pleaded Frisk.
Fresh tears fell from Sans' eye sockets, and slowly brought his hands from her cheeks back into his coat pockets.
"You're gonna do great in this world, kid. Alas, farewell to you I bid," whispered Sans as he disappeared.