..."frisk?"
he looked at the girl that lay next to him. A look of pure shock was on her face. He reached his hand out to pat Frisk, but then he realized. His hand was human. The layers of muscle and skin over his bones created a soft, warm feeling. One that he hadn't felt in so long...
He started to feel the warmth all over his body, especially around his scalp. He reached his hand up to his head, and felt hair. This can't be happening. He got up, and stumbled back a little, looking for a mirror. He tore the large purple curtains to Look at his reflection on the broken machine.
Ness.
That was the boy who stared back at him, speechless.
He looked back at Frisk, the girl. How did she know to do this? How did she finds out about his true identity? There were so many questions to be asked, but at that moment, it didn't matter. He sped out the door before Frisk could even call for him. She quickly got up and followed after the boy. She didn't have to go too far, as she found the boy right outside Papyrus and Sans' house. He was frolicking in snow like he was having the time of his life.
"Sans...?"
The boy turned around to look at Frisk. A smile spread across his face. A comforting, genuine smile.
"Frisk... I now this is a lot to take in. And-"
"I'm so sorry"
The boy seemed confused for a second, before running up to Frisk and hugging her.
"Please... don't be... thank you."
Frisk backed up a little before realizing that the boy was leaning a little too much, and they both fell into the snow. The boy got up only to see that he and Frisk were in a... awkward position. He quickly stood up off of her, trying to hide his blush, and Frisk followed suit.
F: "Sans.."
S: "That's not my real name."
F: "What is it then?"
S:"Ness"
F: "W-we should go back inside, uh, Papyrus must be worried sick."
Ness: "Oh, alright then."
The two began to get up and dust off the snow.
Never in Frisk's life has she ever seen someone so happy to be freezing cold.
