Frisk sat up from her warm spot on the couch where she had fallen asleep. She couldn't help but notice the large skeleton sleeping on the floor.
"Hadnt we gotten into an argument?" She thought to herself, checking the time. "5:43am." Frisk only assumed that he had passed out during a drunken stupor (knowing her Sans,) and decided to sleep on the floor.
She attempted to stay quiet until her stomach began growling...it had been forever since she had eaten. She tried stepping between Honeys lanky arms and was frightened by a voice.
"You shouldn't get up!" It whispered. Frisk turned around to notice the not-sans she had spoken to before. "You're injured." He stated matter-of-factly, urging her to sit. "Do you need something? I can get you anything."
"Uhm...well. I'm actually really hungry." She felt embarrassed.
"My pleasure! I was already making breakfast." This smaller, happier Sans walked into the kitchen, coming back with pancakes. He handed her a whole stack.
"I guess this lazybones fell asleep after he strolled in last night." He frowned, commenting on his brother. "Did he wake you?"
"No." Frisk replied, feeling somewhat guilty for causing Honey to do that. She thought about their fight, how she lied...and how upset he had gotten over it.
"How do you know my brother anyways?" Blue prodded, handing Frisk a fork.
"I-i don't really." She examined her plate. "I just kind of, showed up here."
"He seems like he cares a lot about you. I figured you two had a past."
"I guess you could say that."
Frisk looked down at Honey, he looked exactly like Sans at this very moment.
"Hes a good guy, you know. My brother is the best at helping people."
"I know..." She responded in remorse. "He and I, we just. We got into an argument. I can't help but feel like I pushed him to get wasted last night."
"Oh!" Blue exclaimed. "Dont worry about him, this happens a lot actually. He always acts like he's broken hearted...spends all night at Muffets and by the morning I have to deal with his hangovers."
"Yep." Frisk thought to herself. "Sounds just like my Sans."
"That's not very considerate of him." She pointed out.
Blue frowned. "It's fine, really. He took care of us growing up, so, I figure it's my turn." He fiddled with his scarf. "So what kind of argument did you two have? Is everything alright?"
Frisk thought for a moment before speaking. "I'm just, I'm just a really shitty person."
"That's nonsense."
"It's true. I haven't been taking anyone's feelings into consideration, really."
"Sometimes you have to put your own feelings first." Blue smiled, patting a hand on her knee. "He'll get over whatever it was. He always does...I can leave you two alone this morning to work it out if you'd like?"
"That seems fair." Frisk mumbled as Blue walked over to the door, mentioning something about traps.
She gazed up at the ceiling, wondering if she should even bother apologizing. "Did I really upset him that much?"
She thought about Chara, she wondered if she was even still alive at this point...She barely took enough of their soul to survive. For far too long, she blamed Chara for her actions, granted, the killings were her idea however these 'relationships' were all Frisk. She had gotten too close to Sans and hurt him because of it. When she landed in that damned alternate universe, she had convinced Red to trust her...and Honey, she felt extremely too close to him at the very beginning. How could she not have realized that each of them would remember parts of her from each other's memories. "Fuck." She sighed, thinking to herself. "Sans probably knows about Honey and Red, too."
She felt a hand softly hold her ankle. He was awake.