A.N. Hey guys! Hope you enjoy this one! 'Evil laughter'. Btw we've switched to Frisk's P.O.V.

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Chapter 6: Titles are Not Easy

"…Those who are unfortunate to fall down here will be cursed, cursed in a timeless loop until their determination falls or their soul breaks. Seven souls we want, the last soul mine to take. If by chance any mortal leaves the underworld, 20 years will pass before the beginning begins."

Frisk tried to listen in on the conversation but it was to no avail; they were barely audible, she was within earshot so she knew they were intentionally keeping quiet. A sharp pinch shot up on her back as the demon's teeth snatched at her jacket (Sans's really). Her mind now diverted as she turned to look at the Gaster in light-hearted disapproval. The demon continued to tug, pulling her away from the conversation, clearly not content with the lack of attention it was receiving. Even with the demon's gentle nature, it was still large and still powerful; so even with the slightest pull Frisk could feel her feet nearly going off the ground.

She grew annoyed at her failed attempts to eavesdrop, the constant nag of attention from the demon didn't help. So instead, she turned her focus to the demon as her stomach rested at the bridge of their nose. Moving up onto the tips of her toes, she tried reaching for the horns but settled for the arch of the eyebrows using them as balance. Frisk was giggling as she watched the small-white-pellet pupils cross to look at her. It wasn't long before she could no longer feel the floor, her feet dangling freely under her.

Her heart reappeared in front of both Frisk and the Gaster, it's pupils dilating away from her and instead to the heart. Frisk blinked as she watched the heart hover between the two, but she could feel a force open up within her, instinctively, she looked to the left, the heart moving in response in the direction of her gaze. She looked towards the right, the heart moving to the right. All the while the Demon's focus was totally entranced by the heart as it adjusted their gaze accordingly to the movement. It wasn't long before there was chase as the two zipped around in the code, she in a way controlling how the Demon was flying by the direction of her heart. The scene caused the two Sans looked up, Geno genuinely happy and laughing at the absurdity, Sans looking with mild amusement. It was hard to steer a flying demon head, considering Frisk couldn't really see where they were going in her current position. So Frisk adjusted herself to look behind her, she watched as the two amused skeletons expression turn to panic once the heart moved in front of them.

"Watch out!" She squealed playfully as the Demon bombarded onto the skeletons, making no attempt to slow down on impact. Her heart disappeared within her as the group were glomped together looking as if they were in the middle of an intense game of twister. Her body ached and her stomach curled from her laughter, she was definitely going to feel this in the morning. The Gaster shook itself free from the tangled bodies but continued to nosey its way to Frisk commencing the soft nibbles on her chest. She wasn't sure, as she tried to push the demon away in a playful-like manner, but she could've sworn she heard a low whisper vibrating from the bones of the demon skull.

Sans was smiling, as he got up brushing himself off, but he seemed strained to keep it up as he slipped one hand into his pocket, the other was extended out towards Geno.

"So, what you're saying...is that Frisk...Chara, both could have been the last soul needed to break the barrier, to complete this curse?"

Frisk perked up at that, remembering Chara saying something similar. Geno nodding looking nervously towards her, he seemed pained to protest, but decided better and continued to speak in response.

"When the humans blocked us all underground, it couldn't be done without magic. So their priestess summoned a demon. The price for humans to call upon a demon are their own souls. Honestly, 7 souls is generous offer, considering that Demons needed to lock an entire species down underground...

...So yes, a curse was placed with the help of several demons; to break the barrier, 7 souls are needed, as you know. You might remember Gaster attempting to recreate a canister, a replicate to that of a human soul, so it could be used as a replacement for souls. In the end, the best his creation could do was contain souls, not replace them. This caused quite a riot within the demon realm, those souls were not meant for monsters. We've unwillingly just ended up holding those souls as captive hostages. Those poor human souls, I wonder how confused and scared they must be, they were never meant to be imprisoned like that."

"So, how did you come across with all this knowledge? I mean, if we are the same Sans, how do you know all this? Cause this is all sure the first time I've heard it...I think?"

At this Geno gave an unsettling grin, he turned to motion Frisk on over and she reluctantly came, the demon following pursuit behind her continuing to ignore Sans still-annoyed glances.

"Well that might best be answered by our ol'Dub G! Listen, I'm going to take you two to the demon realm. Sans, I can't go to any tangible world beyond the code. Can you do an old monster a favor and take me along with you?"

Frisk blinked a bit in confusion. A whole lot of this last statement did not settle well with her.. She shook her head at the thought of being attacked, and the chance of it happening again. Frisk crossed her arms in defiance turning away from the two.

"We are not going back-that demon was scary! I don't want to go back to that!"

There was no response, and she gave a sideways glance; there it was, Geno's nearly shattered blue heart. Sans looked nonchalant as he grabbed the soul, appearing to open his mouth wide and bringing it closer. At this Frisk started squeaking shaking her head no. She quickly raced over and gripped onto Sans's sleeve, stopping him from doing whatever he was about to do. The short monster was confused before finding resolution and he looked down onto her placing his free hand on her head. He shrugged with a slight chuckle.

"Hey kid, unlike you, I'm not going to hurt him. Monster's can't actually eat each other's souls, they just don't digest like it would if I, say, I ate yours... Same goes for humans; humans can't absorb human souls."

His words sting Frisk at the mention of her hurting Geno. It's obviously true, this only reminded Frisk that Sans clearly did not care for her. She wanted Sans to trust her again, to like her again, like old times. Hard press to blame him though; her sins, the memories of killing everyone crept onto her back, and the same gaping emptiness in her heart was reopened. But her resolution was still intact as her grip was tight onto Sans's sleeve. He gave a rather irritated sigh and gingerly switched the heart to his non contained hand. The moment she saw him bring Geno's heart into his mouth she looked towards the now heartless skeleton who gave a warm smile of reassurance. Even with the knowledge that Geno would be okay, Frisk couldn't bring herself to accept it and she squeezed her eyes shut as she heard the gulp, the heart disappearing inside Sans.

She squeaked again when she could still heard Geno speaking. How was he still talking?

"See? Nothing to be afraid of. Alright, let's get going." He said with a wink. Geno moved himself into a seated position, legs crossed as he opened a portal to what seemed to be the RUINS exit.

Now both Sans and Frisk had a confusion and worried look across their face, each for their own individual reasons.

"It's all good, I told you, their world is remarkably similar to ours. Some minor differing details and what have you. They exist parallel to our home and throughout the entire world, the closest entrance is just up ahead. Frisk, obviously I'm not going to follow you two, but I'll still be with you. Don't worry, I'll be guiding Sans while you both are in there, it won't be like last time."

The two walked across the threshold, Frisk looked back, Geno's body suddenly looked lifeless, sitting there, eyes blank like the human rock near waterfall. Then just like that the code disappeared and revealed behind what was large doors to what would presumably lead to Toriel's home?

It was just Sans and Frisk now. The two gave each other exchanged glances before walking on.

Frisk's could feel her heart pound, any harder and it would surely jump out of her chest; words failed her, she wasn't sure what to do or what to say. Eventually she just bundled herself in the jacket she had from the previous timeline. Frisk tried her best to not appear anxious from the uncomfortable silence.

"So you've been here then. Hu?"

His voice made her jump, he sounded apathetically curious. She could tell Sans was just as uncomfortable; was it his attempt to make at small talk?

"Y-yeah, Geno said it might have been because of your jacket. Guess we match now. And it's much warmer than Papyrus's scarf."

'Oh god that's what you say? We match now!?' Her breaths fell out of rhythm and she could feel her face become warm, flushed from anxieties. Great, why did she have to mention that, she thought towards herself eventually tucking her hands within the pockets. Sans looked at her, then down towards the jacket she was wearing and didn't give a response.

That awkward silence continued.

With much relief to Frisk, the two in their silent company made it to the iron-black gates. Sans seemed preoccupied with something, instead of looking on in awe at what would seem to Frisk a spectacle; was Geno talking to Sans? As expected on top of the columns were the two demon heads, that deceptively laid on top, 'as if' devoid of life. She eyed up suspiciously, knowing better.

Sans left Frisk side walking towards the gates, there seemed to be a lock on it. Looking both left and right down the grove of trees, in both directions a stone wall extended and disappeared into the darkness of the trees.

"Maybe we can climb over?" Frisk suggested

"Not a good idea." Sans simply said

"Why are we here? Geno didn't really explain that part" She inquired, Sans casually shrugged in response, clearly not sure himself. She looked up to the two guardians of the gate (as she would put it) and they loomed quietly, either aloof to their presence or just didn't care. Sans's hand touched the black gates, the lock immediately fell down to the crunchy snow. Again he seemed preoccupied but Frisk looked up, the two heads suddenly were facing towards Sans's direction. At this a shiver shot up her spine. Sans slowly opened the gates.

"Alright, guess that's, uh, it? Let's keep walking."

Frisk was tugging the elastic bands at the bottom of the jacket. She was reluctant to move forward, in fear of the demon on the left to animate into life, like before. The fact that they had changed positions only made her more unsettled and afraid to move forward. Sans waited looking at her, his patience quickly wearing thin, not like he had much with her to begin with.

"Lets keep moving." He said with forced friendliness.

"You wouldn't be so damn brave if you saw what I saw!" She retorted, still reluctant to move. Sans gave a wink and replied sarcastically.

"Penny in the swear jar."

She began her reluctant walk, the small skeleton's eye went blue as her heart reappeared in front of her. She could no longer feel the earth beneath her feet, she now was levitating towards him, he continued walking.

"Sans no! B-bad! Put me down!"

She squeaked unable to do anything. She levitated pass the gate to Sans's side, to her horror, sounds on the left began emitting a grating scraping sound of stone. Her heart pounding faster, she tried to contort herself in an upwards position to see behind her, the demon sat solidly, still appeared lifeless, but it continuously pivoted it's face following their walk.

"Okay Sans! Put me down!" She finally said struggling to remove herself, failing miserably.

"You going to actually walk?" He asked, continuing to march forward.

"Yes, I will but-Oooph!...Hey. What gives?" She accused, apparently Sans was no longer focusing on her as she rammed herself into his back. Something had blocked their path, a full bodied demon, black magic seeped out but it also had flesh that barely clinged to the bones, some of itself slipping off in piles of steamy flesh. It looked like a large dog, with a long whipping tail the length of the creature's body, having a dangerously pointy bone at the tip of it's tail.

The creature took notice of their presence, it immediately hunched it's back forward, the long tail arching up like that of a scorpion. Both Frisk and Sans gave each other worried exchanged glances, Frisk's stomach dropped. Sans took a half step forward, Frisk wanted to strangle him, the hell he approaching that beast of a monster for? Her fingertips reached out and snatched hold of Sans's fluffed hoodie. The creature stood it's ground the rotting gums revealed when its lips curl up to a snarl.

"Sans, please put me down." Frisk said quietly but with clear sternness, it's not that she didn't trust Sans, well, maybe she did actually just didn't trust Sans. She was ignored, as she watched on helplessly as the small skeleton yanked himself away from her attempt to stop him and began his walk slowly towards the ticked creature. Frisk was left behind in that spot, paranoia settled in as she looked around, now exposed and no longer safe by his side. Sans extended his arm, careful as he went down on one knee, now looking eye level with the beast. The creature seemed more pissed off, the tail pointing up and over it's body towards Sans, the creature lunged snapping down onto Sans's hand. It began pulling Sans off his feet ringling his head back and forth the dog was clearly powerful as it dragging the frantic Sans away from the scene.

"Sans!"

She cried out, helpless to do anything but watch as the creature snapped up onto Sans neck the tail whipping and striking all over the poor skeleton's body at unimaginable speeds. Two hearts reappeared in front of Sans's chest. Frisk stomach turned, she could feel herself become more free to move. A few flickers later and Frisk fell to the cold snow. Her bare hands quickly picked up snow from the ground and balling it together, the ice bite at her hand as she could feel the cold travel up her arm, hardly the time to be concerned about that though. She tossed the snow towards the creature's direction, accidently hitting the two blue hurts. Sans winced at that as both hearts flickered.

"Jesus kid! Carefull!"

The creature momentarily distracted which gave Sans a chance to kick the dog in the jaw. The monster gave a slight yelp but, in process of falling, the long tail whipped around it's body for balance before striking onto Sans's left shoulder, lifting the skeleton effortlessly up off the ground. Sans yelped writhing from the pain but a constant pool of magic surrounded his neck and hand and now shoulder.

"Hey c'mon pup, play nice."

Sans wearily said extending his hurt hand towards the creature once more, the magic now balling up. The creature continued looking straight at the now freed Frisk, it nearly lost interest in the skeleton until the hand came closer. The black eyes snapped towards Sans. Quickly the threateningly angered expression turned to that of a hungry pup at the sight of the offered magic. It gave in to an excited whimper the bottom half waggling frivolously low to the ground. She could see the magic leave from Sans towards to the now happy pup, it's eyes glowing blue.

After the creature seemed content it looked momentarily towards Frisk before skulking off into the woods. Sans turned towards her, beads of sweat moving down him as he began laughing nervously.

"Welp, that went better than I thought!"

Frisk stood across the way, mouth agape, 'That went better than he thought!?' Drawn from her thoughts, she watched as he began spitting out blood, falling down onto his stomach. Frisk eyes widened, she felt sick, but unable to vomit. She gasped racing falling down onto her knees next to Sans.

"Hey Sans what you doing? G-Get up!" She couldn't see from the distance, but now closer, she could see his determination spilling onto his jacket, he was melting!? One heart rose up from the skeleton, it was mostly broken but it glitched and disappeared into a small portal.

"G-guess that didn't go better than I thought...he-he…" Sans croaked his body tensing up with each laugh.

She hugged Sans tears streaming down her face. Her mind was so confused, what was going on? But fear filled Sans eyes. He coughed up more blood and Frisk wasted no time to embrace him squeezing at the sleeves of his white-gunked jacket. "You idiot! Why did you do that!? Don't leave me Sans, please, don't leave me alone!"

Sans went silent, his chest rising and falling in erratic rhythm. He eventually looked around a bit confused at Frisk but his trembling hands gripped tightly onto her shoulders. "Hehehe...G-guess that's it?" Sans was starting to fall apart he tried to give a weak smile but his face drooped, oozing himself onto Frisk. She, unwilling to break herself from his grasp.

"No...no no no I-I'm… I'm not ready to die!? Pap, he still needs me...Ngh!" Sans clenched his teeth and closed his eyes, he couldn't muster himself to cry but he was in a panic. Now he was falling to dust. His own determination not enough to hold himself together, try as best as he could.

"I got you Sans. Everything is going to be okay. Next reset alright? J-just wait for the next reset." She so wanted to believe that but her determination was outmatched by Chara's. She kept cooing though, trying to be strong...

Frisk lost her ability to reset.

What was left of Sans began to shiver in fear. His grip harder onto Frisk. "I'm scared! I don't want to disappear! Please! I'm not ready! Please! Somebody help me! Papyrus-...!" Just like that, Sans was no longer there, his body had turned to dust. The melted portions on Frisk began to collect the dust that fell all around her. Frisk sat there in shock, her dusted arms lingered out where she was just holding Sans moments ago.

"S-sans?

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The fuck do I get out of here?"

Suddenly, she can feels a presence appear behind her. Turning around, she spots the man that drove the chariot horses earlier that day, or night. Nevermind the specifics.

"What do you want." She says defensively, hand raised to block an attack.

The figure looked on in silence for a few more moments, before solemnly lifting a finger towards her,

"Penny in the swear jar."