December 19, 201X
2:58 am
2 hours and 57 minutes since sleep break.
Sans was at the door to Newest Home. "heh," his eyes turned pure black, "seems like somebody's lookin' for a way home." He could sense the presence of 3 humans. Though one was oddly more familiar than the others. He could sense that the others had familiarity to them, but one stood out in particular. He opened the door and began to walk down the long hallway, hoping to see who the humans were and not wanting to miss them if he teleported through. He sensed the familiar one in the renovated room. He knocked on the door.
"hey, anyone awake in there?" He opened the squeaky door, and walked over to the body on the mattress. He parted the bangs and his eyes widened. Frisk had come back. "hey kid…how've ya' been?"
Frisk softly snored as a response. "heh, must've had a rough time." Sans whispered to himself. Frisk opened one of her eyes.
"mmh… Wha- Sans!" She exclaimed. She didn't expect the hug from him.
"i've missed ya frisk. you been okay?"
"Y-yeah, I've been fine. W-wait, I thought I never told you my name…"
"don't tell me you forgot your power."
Frisk's power? Yes, resets! How come she couldn't do it anymore? "T-tibia honest Sans." She heard him snort before she turned serious. "I-I couldn't remember anything from my journey."
Sans pushed her away so they could look at each other's faces. "not a thing?"
"I-I couldn't even remember you guys."
"you couldn't?"
"Not until I listened to your message…"
"y-you didn't even remember…" Sans was going to ask it, "…us?"
"No one…"
Sans stifled tears. that's not what i ment. Sans thought. He soon felt wetness reach his shoulder blade.
"I-I'm sorry. You were all so wonderful to me. How could I do this to you?"
"f-frisk, i don't think it was your fault i-"
Another knock came. "Frisk? Who's in there? Jacques asked.
"Sans, I brought some friends with me." Frisk opened the door.
"Frisk? Is that one of the people on the message?"
"Yup. This is-"
"sans, sans the skeleton." Sans reached out his skeletal hand. Frisk stifled a laugh even before Jacques grasped it. PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFlbt. Frisk began to laugh and Sans looked over to her, dreamy eyed.
"I ship it." Jacques whispered.
