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Can You Feel It?

Sans sighed as the water glowed like a halo around him, working at the tangled mess in his mind. His eye sockets jolted open as something started to feel extremely wrong, but right at the same time. While the water healed his pain, it seemed to do something else entirely. Zaheer grinned wickedly as he watched Sans delve deeper into insanity.

"Can you feel it friend?"

Sans' eye lights flickered over to where Zaheer stood. Shock, confusion, and knowledge evident in his eye sockets.

"I thought this would help me?" Gasped Sans.

Every second he lay in the water, the less of a grip he had on himself. He wanted to move, but he wanted the water to keep expanding his mind. It was a double edged sword really.

"Oh it is, it is. See, it's called the Lake Of Prayers. You were already kind of past insanity, so your subconscious thoughts started to slowly become your main thought process. The lake heals any and all pain in your mind but emphasises what your main thought process is," explained Zaheer.

"Y-you knew this would happen. I just want to be happy again," replied Sans, hurt from being betrayed.

"You will be happy."

"Not like this. Not without Frisk."

Zaheer snorted. "You really want to be friends with that selfish brat? She was selfish to try and keep you from home. She won't let you leave easily. I am helping you gain power so you can destroy her and leave."

Sans was about to disagree until he heard someone whisper to him from within his mind.

"You know he's right. If it wasn't for Frisk, you'd still be home with your little, charming brother," he heard the voice say.

He closed his eye sockets and finally relaxed in the water. It soothed his soul, told him universal secrets, and just above all… it made sense.

xxxxx

Out of breath, Korra's hands rested on her knees as her frame shook from the exercise. "Well, you may end up being an airbender, or at least, a very quick kid."

Frisk beamed, feeling proud of herself for at least being able to keep up.

From Mako's walkie talkie, a man began talking.

"So, I'm not really sure what this means, but the two of them are meditating. Should I do something?"

Mako's eyes widened.

Don't tell me the skeleton can enter the spirit world. Oh no this is all my fault!

"Move Sans to one of the other prisons immediately! If you move his body, he'll have trouble finding it in case they are in the spirit world," ordered Mako.

"Yes sir."

That night, Frisk couldn't sleep as she was having nightmares of Sans lunging at her, murder in his eyes. She looked in the bathroom mirror sadly.

I haven't seen him look like that since….

She sighed as she stopped her thoughts from even saying it.

Might as well practice my katas.

Sneaking out in the night, Frisk put her hands up and began circling around imaginary flying objects. She felt so immersed in her mental training that she didn't notice Korra knealing by the door, watching her with a smile plastered on her face. Feeling playful, she started to tiptoe towards Frisk with water by her hand.

She'll never see this coming. So close now.

Snapping a twig by accident, Frisk's eyes shot open as she reflexively pushed in front of her, sending herself and Korra flying in opposite directions. Once Frisk skidded to a halt, she rubbed her sore bum before the realization of what happened sank in, and she stood up slowly, staring at her hands.

"You can airbend!" Shouted Korra happily as she gave a proud thumbs up.

"I can airbend," breathlessly repeated Frisk.