"Hey, Frisk," Sans knocked on the open door to Frisk's room. The child had started to live with Toriel in a huge, roomy house. Frisk had their own room that overlooked the forest behind the house, giving them lots of places to look at when they ever got bored. It was pretty great and Frisk enjoyed living there a lot more than the house they shared with their parents back in the city. The view in this house was way better than the other one, skyscrapers were nothing compared to trees for Frisk. And the house had a ton of extra rooms, which was great until you had to clean it. And while the chores to clean the extra rooms were tedious, it was great to have a bunch of extra rooms to have.

Especially when friends could stay over in those extra rooms.

"Wanna see what I got today?" Sans leaned on the door frame with a goofy grin plastered on his face, knowing that the answer would more than likely be a 'yes.' Despite having no actual eyes in his sockets, his eyes shared the excitement that his smile shined with.

Frisk nodded, confirming his previous hypothesis, and got up from the floor, abandoning their homework to do itself. They followed the skeleton down the stairs and over to the door that led to the backyard. Sans muttered about being quiet, but Frisk already knew to do so. It was nearing the evening, and their friends were taking after-dinner naps before they slept for the rest of the night. So they made sure to be quiet about going outside, plus Papyrus's snores were heard all the way from the guest room.

Once they were in the back, Frisk stopped briefly to watch the setting sun was starting to peek through all of the branches with a golden crisp color. The plants that were touched by the light were almost dancing in the last bit of light before the night and moved in tempo with the gentle blow of the wind. Above them, the sky was mixed with a bright red and a creamy color of orange. To match the orange, creme color clouds lazily floated along the sky, only a few allowing the sun's rays to peak through. It was a really pretty sight. They always had preferred to see the sky castes over the forest than the city. With the intricate design of the trees, the birds flying overhead, even down to the smell of the earth and the sound of nothing but the blood flow in your head, it was second to none.

"Ya comin'?" Sans called over, gently getting Frisk's attention back onto their short mission. They smiled, nodded, and trotted back over to where he was waiting by something; the object in question covered in a white sheet. It seemed pretty big, the sheet was for a king-sized bed, so whatever he was hiding had to be of extreme importance. Especially if he had taken the sheet from out of the house and folded it over twice to make sure that all of it was covered.

"Got it off my own bed," he chuckled.

Frisk walked over to it and looked at it. Whatever the sheet was hiding was fairly big, but not enough to have the entire sheet over it. About a third of the sheet was on the ground, the other two thirds were covering the object. Sans had folded it over itself so it would at least be better covered, but still! what's so great he has to hide it? They turned to him with a big smile, matching his. "What is it?"

He strolled over, eyes closed, and he tugged off the sheet nonchalantly. And to Frisk's irritation he clearly took his time with revealing it. The sheet slowly drifted off of the object, first showing a big wheel underneath, then it continued on to show a nice, slick paint job of a motorcycle.

As the sheet fully was fully tugged off, Frisk's eyes widened to their full ability. They were almost as big as the dinner plates they ate off of earlier. Frisk turned their head, unable to decide whether to look at the skeleton or the motorcycle he had obtained. The motorcycle itself was a slick black color with designs across it. Mostly they were bones, but the side of the bike had a small dragon skull, with a touch of light blue surrounding it. It was very impressive and Frisk could see their reflection in it, despite standing a few feet away. It was the coolest bike that they had ever seen and they briefly wondered how the hell had Sans gotten off his butt to work long enough to pay for this.

Sans looked over at their expression and laughed hardheartedly. "Yeah, that's what I thought when I saw her."

Frisk looked at him closer in disbelief.

He winked at them."What? I can have nice things. I don't have a mean bone in my body."

Frisk dropped their expression and raised a single eyebrow.

"Aw, come on, kid, don't give me that."

The look stayed.

"I wanted this so bad…."

Frisk started to shake their head.

"You could say…."

Frisk started to glare at him and shook their head.

"I felt it in my bones."

Frisk groaned and tried not to laugh as they ran over to Sans and jumped onto him lovingly. Letting the kid tackle them to the ground, Sans tumbled to the ground and wrapped his arms around Frisk when he fell with an "oof!" The two of them laughed quietly in the backyard. Well, Frisk laughed and Sans merely gave a few chuckles. He didn't let go of Frisk until they started to beg and even then he wouldn't. He went on with the act, pretending to fall asleep at one point. (Though Frisk wasn't completely sure if he was fully pretending.)

"Alright, alright, kid. Get up." The two rose with some effort and Sans's eyes seem to gleam again as he looked over his motorcycle. He sighed, thinking about something for a minute before he turned back to the human. "Go get your bike helmet, we're gonna take her for a spin."

Frisk perked up and dropped their jaw in excitement and disbelief. They were actually gonna ride it?! No way! Before they could absorb the consequences of it, they stood up. A smile broke out across their face as they took off back to the house, making sure to open and close the door quietly to not alert those who were inside, taking an early nap. They don't really remember grabbing their bicycle helmet, just that they were going too slow and that Sans would leave without them.

But he didn't.

He seemed to be admiring his version of a bike when they ran up to him, slightly out of breath. He turned to them with a glint in his eyes and he nodded at them. "Ready?"

Colors and wind wrapped around Frisk as they rode down the forest's dirt paved road. It was interesting to feel the air mix with colors at the speed they were going. The child had been fascinated at first, feeling like this was some ride at an amusement park, but when Sans began t turn they realized that this wasn't and they were able to go wherever they wanted. And it was fantastic.

The sun had set a while ago and Frisk never realized how great it was to be pushed against in the wind. They didn't think about having a jacket, and Sans being the expert he was on skin, didn't think about it either. It didn't really matter, Frisk was just glad to be going on a ride like this. Add that to going seventy miles an hour and Frisk was having the time of their life. They were holding onto Sans with a tight grip and were smiling into the swirling air, their short hair that poked through the helmet was flapping around in their face, but they couldn't care less.

Riding a motorcycle may be a bit dangerous, but this feeling that it had created within the two riders was great. The adrenaline was great, especially when Frisk knew that they weren't ever in any real danger with Sans around. He's proved to be too great of a friend to let anything happen to the kid, especially when it involved things like this. He didn't express it very much, but he was always a bit careful around those he loved. Papyrus didn't see this, or maybe he was just used to it. The brothers had really cared for each other, that's for sure.

Before long, Sans shifted in front of them and called over his shoulder, "Hold on tight!" Sans almost had to yell over the howling wind. He gripped the handles and made the engine roar loudly before picking up speed. If Frisk thought that they were going fast before, that was nothing compared to now. The wind started to scream in Frisk's ears and they had to cling to Sans now just to be able to stay on the motorcycle. They couldn't hear it, but they felt Sans chuckle to himself. Just for kicks, he popped a wheelie and started to laugh at that.

It was good to hear him laugh like this.

However happy he was at the moment almost evaporated for Frisk when the path that they were traveling on turned to gravel. And eventually that path they rode on ended and Frisk watched the colors of plants and trees fly past them. They were moving at a dangerous speed through a very not safe area to be riding a motorcycle. With a bit more adrenaline rushing into their veins, they turned to look forward, intending to ask Sans what they were doing, but ended up gasping in fright.

There, in front of them, was the face of a cliff. It was just flat rock, nothing in front of it. Nothing behind it, no opening or anything. Frisk wouldn't worry about it too much under normal circumstances, but going very, very fast on a motorcycle heading straight for it?

….That was a bit scary.

Frisk began to panic and pull at Sans's jacket in alarm. He didn't even turn his head to look at them. Well...in a way, he did. He turned, winked, and kept riding in the direction they were going. And he only scared Frisk more when he sped up the death machine.

Frisk gasped and tried not to scream, but it was impossible.

"Stop! Stop! Sans!" They grabbed his shoulder blade and started to shake it in fear. "Stop!"

He looked over his shoulder at them and turned his head to look at them. He said something, Frisk could hear his voice, but they couldn't understand the words. Their heart was beating heavily and quickly. Their throat was starting to get thick and they were having a hard time breathing, not asthma this time, thankfully. Just plain ol' fear racing throughout their body.

Frisk was desperately hoping that he would listen to them and stop whatever Knievel stunt he was pulling. But when he didn't show any signs of doing that, Frisk pulled a stunt that Sans wouldn't ever truly forgive them for as long as the human lived. They pulled their legs up and planted them on the seat in front of them. Sans, who felt them shifting around and got a bit nervous himself, didn't even have the time to look back behind them to ask just what the hell they were doing, when Frisk pushed back on their feet and leapt off of the bike to escape.

When Frisk landed, their arm took the blunt of the landing and they heard a mighty crack when began to human rolled around in the dirt for a while, over rocks, branches, leaves, the whole forest deal. They were vaguely aware that the motorcycle's noises had stopped by this time, but couldn't consciously make that connection. They continued to roll for a while, almost about ten or so seconds,but when one was in that moment like Frisk, those few seconds had scared them terribly.

When they finally stopped, they were aware of a few things that were going on around them. Firstly, they were aware of a striking pain in their arm. It was almost blinding, and demanded to be felt. Frisk immediately felt tears prick at their eyes and tried to keep calm enough to continue on the list. Secondly, they were aware of the motorcycle roaring engine from before was now muzzled and couldn't speak out into the night any longer. Finally, they were aware that a skeleton (who was usually so lazy to not get up from the couch and was known to take off his legs so he wouldn't have to) was sprinting over to them, muttering words that would turn this story into one rated M.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," Sans cried to himself and skid in the dirt next to them and tried to lift Frisk off the ground, but immediately stopped at their cry of pain. Frisk clutched their arm closer to their chest and was trying their best not to cry when Sans had jolted it when trying to move them. They struggled against his grip, which was pretty tight for not having any muscles, and whimpered on in pain.

Sans, not taking well to this, began to panic. "What is it?! Frisk, what's wrong!?" Beads of sweat were dripping down his forehead and his pupils were pins among the darkness. If he had a heart, it would be pumping almost as badly as Frisk's. He could barely breathe, he couldn't handle it if Frisk was hurt because of him it would-

He stopped when Frisk began to sob again and his heart gave a squeeze.

It took a second for Frisk to swallow their spit and clear their throat out before they were able to speak clearly. "M-my arm. It hurts!"

Sans quickly began to scan his eyes over their arm and winced when he saw it. The arm was pretty banged up, taking most of the landing. A few cuts had ran over it and had produced a few nice bruises to go along with it, but other than that it seemed fine. "What's wrong with it, Frisk? I don't see anything wr-"

"It hurrrrts!" Frisk wailed and tried not to flinch when Sans continued to hold it in his hand.

"Alright, alright. Let's go back to Tori's," he sighed. He was SO in trouble for this. "We'll get ya patched up."

As soon as the two made it back to the house, Toriel was in fits. They had woken up to find that the two of them had disappeared. Papyrus had convinced them not to worry, they were probably okay. But when they had disappeared for a longer time, especially into the night, even Papyrus was starting to get worried.

Toriel was beyond mad and was super upset about Frisk being hurt. She was also upset that Sans had gotten a motorcycle and thought that it was a great idea to take the kid on a test-drive.

Regardless, they took Frisk to a doctor. They weren't allowed to take off their magic-preventing bracelets, and would probably be arrested if they did, even if they were using their magic to heal their friend. It distressed the monsters terribly and they all piled into Papyrus's car. Papyrus was trying to cheer Frisk up for the first part of the ride, but after she began crying, he just kept trying harder.

"IT'S OKAY, HUMAN, JUST IMAGINE OF WHAT WE CAN DO AFTERWARDS! MAYBE WE COULD BUILD A FORT OF PILLOWS OR WE CAN GO TO THE MOVIES OR GO GET ICE CREAM! MAYBE WE CAN BUILD A PILLOW FORT AND WATCH A MOVIE WHILE EATING ICE CREAM. WOULD YOU LIKE THAT?"

Frisk nodded and held their arm closer to their chest. Mr. Fancy Fox had accompanied the child. They were grateful that Sans had ran up and gotten him from their room while they were getting into the car. Or...at least, they thought he did. He just brought it in the car with them, but Frisk didn't see him go upstairs. He was confusing sometimes, but Frisk had learned about a month ago to just roll with it.

When they arrived at the doctors, they had to fill out forms about Frisk's health record. Most of which the monsters didn't know what it meant, and Frisk barely had a concept of it, and those that they did actually know what they were, they didn't know it because they hadn't been to the doctor for so long. Luckily, the nurse was very helpful and had called the hospital Frisk was at and was able to get the record transferred over. From there the doctor had declared that Frisk would need an x-ray to see what the proper damage was to it and that it would take a bit to do.

The two skeletons had been ecstatic about the idea of Frisk being a skeleton on the inside, and were even more so to actually see pictures of the evidence. So, telling the monsters that it would be fine and that the pictures didn't hurt, the doctors took Frisk back into the room and promised that they could keep the pictures of the x-rays.

Papyrus was talking about something along the lines of framing the picture and putting it with some family pictures when they got back home. Frisk smiled weakly at that and nodded, having a list of things to do when they were able to get this over with. It almost made everything a bit more bearable to deal with.

Once everything was said and done, the pictures came back to reveal to everybody that Frisk had a clean break in their arm. Frisk agreed, the pain had definitely matched the crack that was in their bone. Papyrus had turned into a mother hen and began to fret over Frisk, even though they were given medication and were currently choosing what color of cast they wanted. He didn't like how Frisk's arm was like that and demanded to know how they were being so brave about that and wow, that would've hurt so badly, it made Frisk feel a bit better.

Finally setting on red, Frisk's cast had been put on with specific instructions. They weren't able to take it off, put a plastic bag around it so it won't get wet, don't scratch it, keep it on at all times, etc, etc. The main thing that Frisk was focused on was the pain medication doses. They were to take a pill every so often until the pain subsided enough for them to go on without it.

And while that was great, they noticed how upset Sans seemed to be about all of this. Toriel and Papyrus were filling in the roles of the mother hens alright, but Sans seemed to be the guilty fox for hurting the small chick. Frisk began to feel a bit guilty for doing that and it made everything worse when they overhead Sans apologizing to Toriel about everything all over the place.

"I swear, I was going to do a trick that would've made them laugh, Tori. But then she jumped and-and…" Sans trailed off and dug his hands into his pockets. "I'm so sorry, I swear I didn't-"

"It's alright, Sans. Frisk is fine and things will heal, just like their arm."

Even Frisk could tell that Sans didn't really believe that, but didn't say anything.

When they got into the car again, the time was nearing eleven o'clock at night and Frisk was starting to get tired. Their eyelids were heavy and the medication was suppose to make them a bit sleepy didn't really help in that aspect. Sans was sitting in the back with Frisk and helped them put on their seatbelt when the cast had hindered their ability to put on the seat belt properly. Frisk muttered a 'thank you' and turned their head to the side, closing their eyes for a second. They felt Sans shift himself back and cracked open their eyes to see him stare out of the window sullenly.

Frisk blinked and looked down at Mr. Fancy Fox, whom was sitting next to Frisk in the middle seat. He was given, as Frisk found out, by the skelebros and the hat, and everything else fancy about the animal, was sewn on by Toriel. It had brought comfort to Frisk when they were upset and had became a precious item to Frisk, being the first gift they had received by somebody who wasn't a total stranger.

So, to make him feel better, Frisk picked him up and reached over to Sans's arm. They gently pushed it under his arm to make Mr. Fancy Fox sit with Sans. He noticed, and looked over, without moving his arm. He blinked at it for a second before glancing up to Frisk, his smile seeming less forced than before.

"Heh. Thanks, kiddo."

Frisk nodded, a tired smile on their face.

Somewhat of a filler chapter, hope this was good :) Sans is a pain in the ass to write, so enjoy haha. Also! If you've seen/wanted to draw some fanart of this, I'd love to see it. Like it would instantly make my day. Aaand probably would get a few chapters out quick as a reward ;D