So before I begin… this chapter is WEIRD. Prepare yourself.

If you see any word structure or vocabulary wrong in the ASL, please correct me. I just headcanon ASL in Sans and Frisk becAUSE IT HAS POTENTIAL FOR EMOTIONAL BONDING MOMENTS AND STRENGTHENS THE FATHER AND CHILD RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN THE TWO AND IT ALSO FULFILLS MY SANSXHAPPINESS SHIP AND MY FRISKXHAVING- A-LOVING-FAMILY SHIP AND I JUST CANNOT-

Anyways… *cough cough*

If I slip up on Frisk's pronouns, it isn't my intentions. It's just an accident. You can PM me or drop a comment or whatever and tell me about it. I don't mind. It's an easy fix (just like any other mistakes).

You may have noticed I'm updating very often and that is because I'm SUPER excited for this story. I honestly feel just as determined as Frisk to continue making chapters. I feel like I have potential to do a great emotional story. Thank you so much guys. You are amazing. *o*

...(Start)...

Frisk started with a question, "YOUR JOB WHAT?"

"I WORK UNDER KING. MANY JOBS. SENTRY MOSTLY."

"P-A-P?"

"IN TRAINING FOR JOB. GUARD FOR KING."

Frisk didn't know what to say, so they mouthed "oh."

Sans began to sweat slightly and signed, "KID"

Frisk tilted their head.

"HUMANS MEAN WHY?"

Frisk looked to the side and didn't want to answer. Humans and monsters were so different in so many ways… but they couldn't answer. At this moment, they realized how fluent Sans was in this hand language and how much emotion he can achieve with just a few simple expressions on his face. It delighted Frisk that they didn't have to speak up, but could just have a normal conversation. The fact that Frisk found someone to speak to in their language filled them with DETERMINATION.

However, something didn't seem to add up, "YOU KNOW OTHER HUMANS?"

"MEAN. KILLED IN PAST BY KING"

Frisk nodded and took a breath before answer the original question, "HUMANS."

They frowned. How do you answer a question like this? "HUMANS…"

They knocked their head. How do you answer this? Frisk knew a variety of humans before coming to the underground. Some of them seemed to care for them, but at the end, they were backstabbed, just like how Flowey and Toriel did to them. Regardless, they just signed the first words out of their head.

"HUMANS CAN'T HAVE MAGIC. NO HOPE."

"YOU CAN'T ANSWER." Sans signed it as a statement. Frisk knew he could read their face perfectly. They couldn't answer why humans are mean.

They had an idea, "MONSTERS MEAN WHY?"

This definitely surprised Sans, "MONSTERS NOT MEAN."

"MANY TRY KILL ME. HUMANS SAME."

Sans looked uncomfortable. At this point of the conversation, the two were sitting cross-legged and across from each other. He leaned forward and placed his right elbow on his thigh and rest his head on his hand. Sans didn't know how to respond. Did… humans try to kill this child? This is definitely not a conversation to have right now. Sans wasn't even sure if Frisk would be comfortable with it.

He began to sign, "HUMANS AND MONSTERS NOT DIFFERENT?"

Frisk shrugged, "MEAN MONSTERS MEAN HUMANS SAME. NICE MONSTERS NICE HUMANS SAME. YOU NICE LIKE MANY NICE HUMANS."

Sans sat up again, "THANKS KID." A slight pause before he continued, "YOUR QUESTION. I KNOW HAND LANGUAGE BECAUSE FATHER SPEAK HAND LANGUAGE. MY MEMORY SMALL."

Frisk's eyes glowed. Sans couldn't believe he had just told that to Frisk, but knew that they appreciated sharing the fact to them. However, they were confused why Sans decided to tell them that his memory was not the best.

"FATHER WHERE?"

Sans looked away and with one hand, signed the letters, "G-O-N-E"

Frisk stared at the skeleton's contemplating face with understanding of the situation: his father must've left him when he was younger. Even with a smile plastered on it at all times, he looked the like he had little hope in this world. They scooted over towards him and placed an arm around his shoulders, however, they were too small to reach far so they only were able to pat his left shoulder.

The skeleton grabbed the hand. Frisk jumped.

"never felt a skeleton hand, huh, kiddo?" Sans spoke away from Frisk. Unknowingly to them, Sans was trying to keep his nerves down. The wrong thoughts about a certain person could cause the hallucinations to appear again. Growing up without a father you barely remember made Sans gloomy whenever he thought about it.

Frisk stayed quiet as they took their hand off of Sans's shoulder and brought Sans's right hand with it. They began to feel the bony structure of it. They looked fascinated.

"Y-O-U-F-E-E-L?"

"Y-E-S. M-A-G-I-C."

Frisk let go of the hand and signed, slowly, "BONES BREAK?"

After a few seconds, Sans gasped, pulled his hand away, and began to sign frantically, "NO. WHY? WHY? GROSS. WEIRD."

"BUT BONES HEAL?"

Sans shook his head as it entered the safety of his hands.

Frisk made a mental note to never bring up broken bones ever again to Sans.

"SORRY KID." Sans signed as he looked up. "TALK"

If Papyrus made Frisk feel like they were noticed by someone, it was Sans that made Frisk feel like they had a friend. It seemed like a blessed eternity (for both of them) as they talked in the hand language. Halfway through conversations, Frisk actually began crying in front of Sans, only to reassure him that they are happy someone can speak to them truthfully. Sans agreed as well, explaining how only he never had the opportunity to speak naturally until now. They both agreed they were destined to finally be able to talk to each other. It made Frisk a very determined child and Sans a very happy skeleton.

As the hours passed, Sans noticed that Frisk's signs were sloppier, slower, and harder to read. Eventually, they resorted to spelling out letters as they stopped using both hands to sign and were too tired to do full motions. Eventually, even that became too much effort.

"REPEAT"

"K-A-P-K-M-N-I-C-E-A-B-R-O"

"KID"

No response. Frisk was too tired to talk. Sans sighed. At least the kid could rest. After many minutes of contemplating, he took off his fluffy jacket and laid it over the kid's body. Sans has never given his jacket to anyone, but someone who trusted him this much deserves it. He scooted far away from them, just in case he had another breakdown.

He felt truly content at this moment. For once, he had a close friend he could rely on. A friend that he could talk to truly, both figuratively and literally. Good thing the kid decided to stay longer than one night. He enjoyed the company.

Sans looked back on the kid and was contemplating whether or not he should take them to an actual bed. They seemed very comfortable within the comfort of his oversized jacket.

Eventually, he decided to just sleep where he was. He leaned back and began to doze off. Life seemed happy.

…(End)…

Once again, thanks so much guys! I hope you enjoy the ship.