Sorry this one is coming out a bit late. I didn't have internet the entire weekend so I have to spend extra time writing on this. Plus this all the idiots in my class don't know the meaning of shut up. Even my teachers are starting to give up. By the way I don't know a lot about autism so bear with me. So anyway, enjoy!

"I do not own Undertale."

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Sans looked at the small child before him. They were sleeping on their bed from the emotional and physical exhaustion. Frisk's Chest was wrapped in bandages because of their broken ribs, along with their right arm. Just thinking of when Toriel and Alphys had to snap the ones back together made Sans feel sick. He was skeleton after all. The worse cuts on them were stitched closed while the others were covered in band-aids. Their eyes where also covered in bandages to avoid their new magic activating when they woke up.

Sans couldn't believe it.

He couldn't believe the child that had traveled through the Underground, giving MERCY and friendship to every monster who tried to kill them, wouldn't even be showed Mercy by their own race. All Sans wanted to do was summon as many Gaster Blasters as possible and annihilate every horrible human the was. But Frisk would be mad at him if he did that. Plus it would likely start a war, and they couldn't afford that right now.

Monster had come and gone, leaving cards and gifts for their favorite human. They were all crying at the sight of their savior in such a poor state.

The children planned to start walking in one big group when they came home from school, and parents would join the group to ensure the children's safety. The royal guard would be patrolling the monster's living area to make sure no human would attempt to kidnap one of them. Asgore was working with the human government to prevent this from happening ever again.

Sans was startled from his thoughts when Frisk started stirring. They made a small confused noise and tried to reach up to their eyes, only to scream in pain from their right arm. Sans put his hand on their forehead to calm them.

"Hey there buddy, it's ok. Your safe, remember?" He started running his and through their hair.

"Why... can't I ... see?" They asked hesitantly, trying to form the words correctly. They couldn't sign with a broken arm, not without screaming in pain.

Sans was about to answer when the living flower on the bedside table woke up. "Huh, Is Frisk awake yet?" He turned his head to to said human and smiled brightly, reaching him vines to wrap around their unbroken arm. He started rubbing his head against their cheek. Like a little puppy greeting their owner, Sans thought, amused.

"F-Flowey?"Frisk asked. They looked so confused. "Wha's goin' on... Why does my eye... hurt?" They asked. Sans sighed, seeing their was no way around the subject.

"Well kiddo, would ya believe me if I told ya, ya had magic?" Sans expected them to laugh at him, even make a sarcastic remark. But all they did was sit in silence. A small whisper came from them.

"I-I thought that... was a dream..." Flowey perked up, eyes widening. "What do ya mean, Frisk?" Sans stopped petting their hair for a second before continuing and leaning closer.

"Had a dream... a scary black fire.. tried taking over...my soul. It hurt... so much... But then six other lights came... and locked it up.. but it was still stuck...in my soul... then I woke up... and my eye was itchy..."

They reached their left hand and held it over their left eye. Sans felt his eye socket widen and the usual lights in it snuff out. Flowey too was barely keeping himself from wrapping Frisk up in his vines and keeping them safe forever. This was the his best friend after all, the one who gives his soulless body feelings of happiness and sadness. But now he was feeling terror...

"Kiddo, tomorrow we need to get the gang here to check out your soul. It could be dangerous if we don't stop anything bad in time, ya know?" Sans said, all humor gone. "OK..." Was Frisk's only response before they fell back into slumber.

Flowey cuddled up to them and joined them in the land of slumber. Sans shrugged, not being one to miss out on a good nap opportunity. He had a felling tomorrow was gonna be a long day.

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Ugh! Writers block! I hate it. But I think I did good on the chapter. Though for some reason my spelling is worse than a grade one brat's spelling. Thank heaven for spell check! Follow and Review. Bye guys and gals, see ya Sunday! (Hopefully...)