Frisk figured that if Sans ever managed to make a friend, it would be the ghost. Napstablook had managed to convince the skeleton to join him on the floor. She could hear them grumbling at each other and complaining about one thing or another. Frisk giggled front where she stood against the wall, nursing her cup of golden flower tea. She looked around the room at the other monsters in the room. They all seemed to be having a good time. Frisk had been in the middle of them for most of the evening, but things always got a bit… overwhelming. It didn't help that she couldn't talk to them.

She wanted to. God, she really, really wanted to. She wanted to tell Toriel how much she loved her. She wanted to thank Flowey for always being there for her. She wanted to scold encourage Alphys as she slowly tried to fix the wrongs she had done, especially to Mettaton. That was the hardest for her, Frisk knew. Alphys hadn't been able to say a word to him, despite the fact that Frisk had seen her practicing her apologies in a mirror on numerous occasions. She wanted to both scream at Papyrus for the pain that he had put Sans through and comfort him as he struggled with the weight of his past wrongdoings.

There were so many things she wanted to tell all of her friends but she just… couldn't. She tried. Over and over again she tried, but the words wouldn't come. It was too hard for her after all those years of not being allowed to speak. It was easy with Sans. The bond created a sense of ease when she was with her soul mate that made it easy for her to open up with him. It was the only time she felt truly safe.

"Hey there, Frisk."

Frisk didn't even notice Cal come back in. He gave her a charming smile. Frisk smiled back politely.

"Taking a break from the monsters? I can understand that. They can be a bit eccentric," Cal said.

Frisk shook her head.

"I'm sure you must miss being with other humans," Cal said. "They are a lot more tolerable than these… freaks."

For the first time in her life, Frisk reacted violently. She didn't even think about it. As soon as the word was out of his mouth, Frisk swung at Cal with all her strength. The hit never landed. Cal easily caught her wrist and pulled her close enough for their noses to touch.

"Oh, so you have been corrupted so much that you would even turn on your own kind eh? Well, don't worry…"

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"...and then he has the gall to come crawling back to me! I mean, I told him that yellow-bellied lizard was no good but did he listen to me? No!"

"Hm. You took him back tho?"

"Well, what was I gonna do? He's still family, as much as I would rather rip that ridiculous body of his to scrap," Napstablook grumbled.

"Yeah, well, could be worse," Sans said.

Napstablook snorted.

"As much as I'd love to lay here and do nothing for the rest of eternity…"

"Whatever. Go back to your human. It's not like I care," Napstablook huffed. He really didn't.

Sans sat up and looked around. Everyone had pretty much ignored the two monsters as they laid in the middle of the room. Sans wasn't surprised when he didn't see Frisk mingling with the others. Socializing was frustrating for his angel. He found her standing near the wall.

His unusually good mood soured when he saw who she was with.

Sans had let his guard down when he saw Cal leave with Flowey. Now here he was and Frisk didn't look at all comfortable with it. Before Sans could even get to his feet, Frisk- his peaceful, wouldn't hurt a fly angel- had thrown a punch straight for his face. Sans would be lying if he said he didn't get at least a little bit of smug satisfaction at that. But Cal was quick and stopped the blow and pulled his sweetheart in way too close. Frisk's face paled at something he said.

Enough was enough. Sans readied his magic to teleport, but before he could, Cal had forced his lips onto Frisk's. Frisk pushed back with all of her strength, but Cal was stronger. It wasn't until he felt the icy-cold touch in his soul that he realized he was in any danger. He was flung across the room and hit the wall painfully. If Sans had been a little quicker, he could of blasted the guy in the face before he had the chance to look up and dodge. Oh well, he wouldn't miss this time.

"What is going on here?" Asgore's voice boomed across the room as he approached.

"I-It's my fault," Cal said before Sans could reply. "I have some… feelings for Frisk and wanted to at least kiss her once. It was stupid and inappropriate of me, I know."

"Frisk! My child, are you alright?" Toriel cried as she ran to Frisk's side. The human had gotten back to her feet the moment she heard Asgore's voice. Sans hadn't noticed. His murderous eyes were trained on the human before him. Already, he was preparing another blast.

"Sans, stand down," Asgore ordered.

Sans ignored him. This bastard had said something to hurt his Frisk, and he was not going to let that stand!

Gentle fingers found their way between his. Sans turned sharply to Frisk, who was now by his side. She gave him a smile that was meant to be reassuring, but the obvious forcefulness of it was anything but. Sans took a deep breath. Fine. If Frisk didn't want him to blow this asshole straight to hell, than he would respect that. He dismissed the Gaster Blaster, though his eyes still burned with an unholy light.

"Well, it's been fun, but I am bone tired now," Sans said with a false cheeriness that would send chills down even the most powerful of monster's spine, especially when couples with the demonic smile that was plastered on the skeleton's face. "And Frisk here is all out of free kisses for the night. Goodnight, C A L."

Sans teleported away, taking Frisk with him. He hadn't really been thinking when he thought of where he was going, so he ended up in his default destination: his bedroom. He refused to let go of her hand, but he turned to face Frisk fully now. Her head was hung low, so he couldn't see her face.

"What happened? What did he say?" there was no response. "Sweetheart?"

Frisk let out a choked sob. Her shoulders began to shake. Sans realized that he was facing something he had never had to deal with before:

Frisk's tears.

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It was terror that drove Frisk to tears. Once they were away, it was all she could think about. It was a familiar feeling, but one she had not felt for a while now. For a while, it was constant. It was there in the basement. It was there as she took a plunge into the unknown. It was there as she and Flowey struggled to survive in a world that had been kill or be killed. It was there as she wondered whether or not Sans would accept her and their bond. Fear had consumed her life, up until that moment Sans had chosen to trust her. Until he had taken her hands into his and pressed his skull against hers.

And now it was back.

Not even Sans' embrace was enough to free her front it. Sans wrapped his arms around her and she buried her face into his neck as she screamed. She screamed and she screamed as her tears made it impossible for her scream. He didn't say a word, which was just as well since she was too lost to understand them anyway. His arms around her, the little warth his body generated and the feeling of their bond as it resonated between them was the only thing keeping Frisk front ending her life then. Death was far more preferable to the nightmare that threatened to put an end to her happy little fairy tale.

"Oh, so you have been corrupted so much that you would even turn on your own kind eh? Well, don't worry… Your uncle will have you cleansed in no time."