Hello everyone! This is my first note on , I wanted to try for a bit and I'm glad you guys seem to be liking my stories so far.
That being said, this is the last chapter of No Star Shone as Bright, I hope you enjoy.
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Sans sat on that hill the whole day. He had texted Paps where he was, since he didn't want him to worry, but he wasn't planning on moving, not 'til he talked to her. Nova, that was the person who lived in their own house before them. The person who died on this hill by the hand of her ex. The person who became a good friend and his crush. She was dead, this whole time, and he never knew.
The sun started to set and as the last rays of light disappeared, she appeared. Laying in the same spot he would always find her in. Nova hadn't noticed him yet, and she sighed and sat up, looking ahead of her.
"Hey," he said, and she jumped, startled by his voice, and turned to look at him. She seemed upset, but relieved still to see him.
"I didn't think you would come back."
He had planned to come back to apologize, but now he also wanted to talk to her.
"My neighbor told me what happened to you. How you were murdered."
She looked away toward the ground but nodded. There was no point in denying it now, but seeing her not even try scared him.
"I didn't know how to tell you, I'm sorry." He raised his hand up to stop her.
"You don't have to apologize. I wanted to say sorry about last night as well. I shouldn't have just left like that. You had every right to reject me, and I hope we can still be friends." He finally said it, even if it hurt. He still loved her, even after everything he'd learned. He also couldn't change how she felt about him.
"I didn't want to reject you,"—his non-existent ears perked up and she stepped over to him—"but Sans, I'm dead." She raised her hand up to his face, but all he felt was her soul as it tried to keep some sense of form. "It would never work, how could it?"
Nova started to cry but she rubbed her eyes to stop them. He looked down at his hands. He couldn't comfort her and he hated that he couldn't do anything at all.
"I wish I had met you sooner, before I died."
Sans's head shot up and he looked at her.
Frisk.
Frisk still had the power to reset, and even though they had promised they wouldn't, maybe they wouldn't mind helping out an old pal.
"I know a way, a way to reset time. I could come find you after we re-emerge from the underground. You won't remember me, but I will remember you. Would you be okay with that?"
He would have to get here sooner, pretend to not know her, but to come back to this point with her here again. It would be something that, well he wouldn't mind do everything over for again. Except this time around she wouldn't be dead, and he would be able to protect her when he arrived. She rubbed her eyes harder as the tears came faster, but she nodded.
"Come on, Star, I kinda need a verbal answer."
She giggled but smiled up at him. "Yes, I don't doubt at all that I would fall in love with you again."
The feeling in his stomach disappeared and he smiled back at her. He would have to wait 'til tomorrow, but for tonight they could just spend their last night together before the reset. He hoped Frisk would agree.
"Sans?" He looked up at her and was surprised at how close she was to him. Nova leaned closer to him and he felt her soul as she kissed him. There was no physical contact but it still caused him to blush. "I love you."
"I love you too, Star."
The next day he went out to visit Frisk. They had been surprised to see him and invited him in. The kid was about eighteen now, and with Toriel's help they had gotten their own place. Sans took a seat at the kitchen table as Frisk got together tea and some leftover pie.
"I'm surprised you came over so suddenly. Normally you call ahead before coming over." Frisk commented after they set down the offerings.
"Yeah, sorry, kid. I'm just going to get straight into it if you don't mind." Frisk made the go ahead hand movement as they sat down so he continued. "I kinda met someone, the only thing is... They're kinda dead."
Frisk raised an eyebrow at the comment.
"I met their ghost, they were killed four years ago." The realization appeared on Frisk face and he played with the mug's handle.
"You want me to reset?" Sans nodded and Frisk just shook their head. "Sans, you told me to stop. So why are you asking me now?"
"I think I can save her. We came up five years ago, she was killed four years ago—please, Frisk. I promise that I will never ask for anything again."
Frisk became thoughtful and started to eat their pie. Sans took the cue and started to eat as well. Once they were finished, Frisk gave their answer.
"Alright, Sans, I'll do this for you one time. After this, no more. You were right before, I can't keep messing with the timeline. I'm going to try to help Flowey this time as well."
It had never sat well with Frisk, leaving them there in the underground.
He smiled.
"Thank you."
And with that, he woke up back underground. For the first time since he could remember, he didn't mind seeing his old ceiling. It was going to take a lot of work and time to get back to her, but he didn't care.
He couldn't wait to rush up that hill and see her. Alive and well, and while he had to start fresh with her, he didn't care.
Because no real star shone as bright as her.