HII! Woop woop for Sarisk! (SansxFrisk) or Frisks? (FriskxSans) Lol. GIMME A GOOD SHIP NAME FOR THEM!

Well, I can't really do a shoutout anymore as there are TOO MANY people! But that's actually good! It tells me to work on this story. Oh, I'm doing a shoutout to a certain Youtuber, named Anthony Kurumo. She is an AMAZING animator!

All her animations (mostly) are FriskxSans! She hates Soriel so SHE'S ON OUR SIDE! WOOOOO! But srsly, go subscribe to her, she is amazing.

Well, gotta go write this chapter so that it won't be tearable! Uhh.. Because I'm holding a piece of paper right now.. I_I wow I regret saying that now. WELP! NO GOING BACK!

Le Previously:At school~

"Oh! Boo-hoo-hoo! Don't try to act smart in school! I don't even think you belong here!" a girl teased a smaller child, the same one that was thrown across a room. Crying, back against a brick wall. She was Frisk, 10 years old.

Frisk woke up, sweating.

'Why do I always get these dre-nightmares?" She put on a baggy shirt that went down until her knees. She wasn't wearing pants underneath. But it was more comfortable, even though she was gonna go into Sans' room, she didn't really care.

He was her boyfriend after all.

She opened Sans' door quietly, no creaks. Frisk was a professional at quietly opening, closing and locking doors. She just figured out how to make it quiet. She climbed into his bed, he never minds when she does this. She blushed when Sans pulled her uncomfortably close to him.

He was still sleeping though. 'I wonder what reaction he would have if he saw me in his bed' Frisk giggled, not too loud to wake him up. Frisk then realized something. She wasn't doing something… She took a marker and drew 'IDIOT' on his face. Frisk grinned. 'Even better'

THE NEXT MORNING…

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Sans fell off his bed. Frisk was still sound asleep until Sans screamed like a girl. "Good morning Sans" Frisk yawned as she rubbed her eyes and stretched.

"WHY ARE YOU IN MY ROOM?" Sans gripped onto his floor carpet for dear life. Poor Sans, scared to death first thing in the morning. "I had some nightmares, and you DO NOT need to know about it" Frisk walked out of the room, leaving a short skeleton with his jaw ajar.

She strolled into her room, humming a tune. "Jesus Christ, does she even know how to knock!?" Sans wondered aloud. "I HEARD THAT YOU BONEHEAD" Frisk's muffled voice rattled Sans' bones. (Idk what rattled bones mean, but I just used it. Deal with the puns)

"Sorry" Sans put on his usual blue hoodie as he yawned and drowsily walked out to the kitchen.

"OH DEAR BROTHER! I HOPE YOU ARE HUNGRY, FOR I,THE GREAT PAPYRUS HAS MADE BREAKFAST!" Papyrus exclaimed.

Sans was surprised to see blueberry pancakes on the table instead of burnt spaghetti. "FRISK HAS TAUGHT ME HOW TO MAKE BRUBERRY PANCASKES!" Papyrus stood in a heroic manner.

Sans chuckled "It's 'blueberry pancakes' bro". Frisk came out with her normal sweater. It seems like she has 10 of them. "I see you have my blueberry pancakes. These are food from the surface. I used to have it when I was 10"

Sans fidgeted when he heard the word 'surface'. He had to ask Frisk something later, but now's not the time.

Next week is Frisk's birthday. Well, not really but the day she fell down, July 14 2006. Today was Thursday, 7 of July. Frisk's friends knew that Frisk forgot her not-really-but-the-day-she-fell-down birthday.

Sans bought her a necklace, a heart, with the word Frisk engraved on it, in a simple but curvy way. Papyrus made her a card, Frisk always loves cards. Undyne is going to give her a small spear, similar to her own magic spears and a cooking book.

Alphys bought her an anime DVD, Lovely Complex. Toriel bought her a mid-thigh skirt, stockings and made her a butterscotch-cinnamon/cinnamon-butterscotch pie.

Asgore is giving Frisk some golden flower tea and giving her a nice, blue and magenta striped robe.

They all prepared gifts for her. Asgore became friends with Frisk even though she was a human. "WAIT, SANS? WHY DO YOU HAVE THE WORD 'IDIOT' ON YOUR FACE?" Papyrus asked. Sans' eye sockets widened and he ran to the toilet. He looked at the mirror and glared at it.

"Pfftt.. Who did thi—Oh it is soooo on kiddo!" Sans dashed out of the room and to Frisk. He somehow had ketchup in his jacket pocket and took it out. He unscrewed the cap and squeezed it violently, and a big dollop of it was on Frisk's head. Once the bottle was empty, Sans ruffled her hair, making a big mess.

"GODDAMN IT SANS!" Frisk hissed. "I hate you for eternity, and I will pay you back" Frisk ran to the toilet, and immediately Sans and Papyrus heard water running. "SANS, YOU HAVE INFECTED THE HUMAN WITH YOUR PRANKS!" Papyrus gave Sans a stern warning.

"Heh. I didn't force them to do it. She copied me with me not knowing, so don't blame me" Sans grinned. "The prank war is so on" Sans muttered as he took 3 bottles of ketchup with him. "Time to go prankster mode"

Frisk walked out of the toilet, hair damp. "Thank you soooo much Sans. That was the best hairdo I had ever had." Frisk said, hands on her hips.

"Your welcome, m'lady." Sans bowed. Papyrus just rolled his eye sockets as he continued trying to make chocolate chip pancakes.

They ate the blueberry pancakes Papyrus made. Delicious aromas wafted through the air, going in and out of people and monster's noses, bring delight to their faces.

"Mm, Papyrus you've really done it now!" Sans complimented. It was a perfect day, 'No drama, no nightmares, no Cha—' Did'ya miss me?

Frisk had a look of terror glued to her face, "Hey kiddo, you look like you had just seen a ghost" Sans grinned and chuckled. And with that, Frisk fell off her chair "Fri-!"

Frisk woke up, almost immediately. A hint of nostalgia creeping up her back. Her whole body ached. 'This is familiar.. Oh no…Did-?" Frisk looked at her surroundings. She was sitting on a patch of golden flowers. Golden flowers, here, there, EVERYWHERE.

A spotlight shined on her as if she was a star of a show. "Miss? Are you alright?" a golden flower looked at Frisk. Frisk looked at her hands, and clenched them. She attempted to stand up, but miserably failed.

"I don't think you can walk right now… Oh! My name is Flowey, Flowey the Flower!" The strange talking flower smiled. A sincere smile. The first smile she got from Flowey, excluding the creepy ones.

"U-um.. My name is Frisk..?...!" "Well hello! I know this is a sudden request, but can you uproot me?" Flowey asked, pure innocence.

Frisk was startled by this request, but still did what was asked. Despite the pain that Flowey was going through, he was finally happy to roam around, in a pot, on her shoulder.

Frisk placed Flowey gently on the ground and took an empty pot and filled it with nearby soil. She then placed Flowey in the pot. "Thank you!" Flowey then explained how to fight, how to dodge, which Frisk already knew, but she still listened.

She was still confused about how all this started. 'Maybe I just passed out and this is a dream?' Frisk asked herself, not waiting for a response. It's not a dream..

WELL! GOOD! I'M DONE WITH THIS CHAPTER! I'm gonna celebrate my father's birthday now! Ok bye.

I'm serious I AM STILL CRYING FROM ALL THE REVIEWS