Recap: "why does frisk hate you?"

My whole body tensed. "I'll answer, but you have to tell me something in return. Why do you hate Frisk?"

I felt the couch shift a bit as Sans squirmed. "how could i hate a kid? maybe you should take another look."

It would've made me laugh if not for the serious topic. That and the irritation of someone trying to fool me. "I'm blind Sans, not stupid!" I snapped, letting out a frustrated sigh. "I may not be able to see, but I can tell when someone is lying to me. The voice completely changes."

"how did you figure it out?" He sounded so defeated; depressed even.

I scratched the back of my head, an old nervous tick. "Well, you just confirmed it. But you gave a lot of hints. For instance, you would never let Frisk next to you, always keeping me between them. Of course, I considered it being a coincidence. It was unlikely though, since you left Frisk alone to go through the puzzles."

Sans let out a series of dry laughs. "Guess you caught me. Patella the truth, I don't like these conditions, but I'll make an exception this once."

I frowned, my curiosity piqued. "Ok. I'll share first." I'm not looking forward to this. "Three years ago, my parents decided to take me to a park for my birthday. I was ecstatic! I don't get to go out that much since I'm a vulgar. Anyway, we were all sitting as a family. Frisk even helped them prepare a picnic basket." I smiled at the memory.

Then the sadness came rushing back as it continued to play in my head. "A few men approached our group. They were angry. 'A vulgar has no place in this world,' they said. My parents yelled for Frisk and I to run, so I took Ink in one hand and Frisk in the other.

"We went back an hour later to find them, but Frisk started screaming as soon as we got close." I tightened into a ball on the couch. "I couldn't see it, but I'm told it was rather gruesome. Frisk never spoke after that and was taught sign language. They blame me for the death of our parents, and I don't blame them. The men only attacked because I was there." My heart still ached from knowing that one, cruel fact. "They were killed for showing kindness," I muttered darkly.

Sighing shakily, I wiped my eyes hastily. I jumped when I was pulled into a small hug. "Man, the surface sure does sound lousy. Sorry you went through that. I'm even feeling blue." He gave a small chuckle.

I uncurled slightly. "I appreciate the fact that you're trying to lighten the mood, but I have no idea what the color blue has to do with anything."

"Well, I'm wearing blue, and it's supposed to be a sad colo- Oh, right. Do you even know what color is?"

"Nope." There was an awkward silence before I cleared my throat. "Anyway, your turn."

The skeleton sighed. "You're not going to believe me. Just- No questions till the end, k?" Sans explained about the first time Frisk fell, to the dreaded resets and save points.

I sat there in a shocked silence. Could it be true? But it sounded like a video game. His voice though, held such emotion. You can't fake that. Was he delusional? No, come to think of it, Frisk always seems to know where to go and what to do. That would explain why they weren't afraid of Sans. "I believe you." I voiced firmly. There was a gasp beside me, and once again I was pulled into a hug. "I'm sorry you went through your endeavor. But I have to ask, has Frisk ever killed me?"

"N-no. This is the first time you've fallen. The first change in over 100 resets." Sighing, he gently pulled away. "Only a soul of determination can control these resets. Would you mind if I take a look at yours?"

I just stared blankly before practically yelling, "Souls are a thing?! I thought they were just a concept!" Sans was quick to explain that yes, they are real, and no, he was not messing with me.

I felt a gentle pulling from my chest, as if a limb I never knew existed suddenly awakened. When it finally stopped, I allowed my senses to readjust. My body's usual senses seemed dull. But I could clearly feel another part of me floating around, using new senses to explore whatever came within its vicinity. A skeletal hand was one such thing.

"Oh, this is strange," I slurred slightly. "I'm me, yet that is also me. It's like my consciousness is being split in two, fighting for what goes where." As my mind drew closer to the energy source, my body felt more and more numb. I could feel the texture of Sans's hand to the point I've never been able to before.

Vaguely, I recognized sans catching my other hand. Then everything came crashing back to reality. "What the hell was that about, Ajax?" Sans yelled as I rubbed my temples.

"This must be what it's like to be on a drug trip," I hissed. "How should I know? I'm just the spectator for a whole new world of senses. I had no idea there was that much detail in a skeletal hand!"

"Y-you could feel that?" I nodded. He began muttering, even going so far as to pace. "It could be possible that your mind would choose the host with the best chance of survival. Since you're blind, the obvious choice would be with what had the largest visual replica. Ajax!" I tuned back in at the sound of my name. "You can't get into any fights. It'll pull your soul out of your body and your mind will abandon the body for the soul."

"Ok then." I said slowly. "Pretending for a second that it isn't that easy to end my existence, what did my soul look like?"

Sans let out a huff at my nonchalant attitude but put it aside in favor of plopping back down next to me. "It's purple… with green cracks."

"Cool. That means absolutely nothing to me."

"Your soul is unusual. Usually, there's only one color, but it seems you have two dominant traits. Perseverance being the main one, with kindness seeping through. I think I read something like this once. You went through a trial and couldn't get through it by using the original trait, so you adapted. A shell of the new trait goes over the old."