It was finally happening, Frisk was going to dance on stage in front of thousands of people... she grasped her stomach as it did flips.A

"Are you alright, my child? Do you need to use the bathroom before we go?" Toriel asked, noticing the Frisk's discomfort.

Frisk simply shook her head and shouldered her dance bag, ignoring Flowey's admonishing gaze.

Toriel locked the door behind her as the three of them waited on the pavement for the skelebro's to arrive. Papyrus had called the night before, apparently having attempted about 100 calls prior before he had randomly discovered their number. Frisk was happy to see the familiar red car cruising towards them. As it pulled up Papyrus waved excitably at the human.

"HELLO HUMAN! ARE YOU READY TO GO?" Papyrus's pupils turned their attention to the goat monster and flower standing beside Frisk, "OOH, IS THIS YOUR FAMILY. HELLO HUMAN'S FAMILYI, I AM PAPYRUS."

Toriel laughed at the skeleton's exuberant greeting, "Why hello Papyrus. I am Toriel, Frisk's mother."

Flowey didn't say anything, simply gave the skeleton a strange look then looked at Frisk as if to ask, 'This is the Skeleton your dancing with?'

"heh, don't mind my brother. he can be a bit excitable," came a voice from behind Frisk.

Frisk turned around to see Sans, who had apparently taken a shortcut to their house.

Papyrus noticed his brother, "I TOLD YOU I WOULD LEAVE YOU BEHIND IF YOU DIDN'T WAKE UP, BROTHER."

Sans smiled before winking at Frisk, "well, what can i say... i'm a real lazy bones."

Frisk burst out laughing. Surprising to Sans so did Toriel.

The goat monster wiped a tear from her eye, "No need to goat about it, dear."

Sans chuckled and Frisk looked at her mom in shock.

Toriel noticed and smiled at Frisk, "I may be old, but i'm not a stick in the mud."

Sans laughed and held out a hand to Toriel, "name's sans. i'm frisk's... dance partner."

Toriel noticed the small break in his sentence and raised an eyebrow, "Well it's certainly nice to meet you Sans."

Sans rubbed the back of his skull, feeling very awkward under the look of Toriel. He rather liked Frisk's mom, she seemed like a fun person to hang out with but he also knew that he'd have to be very careful to get her approval if he wanted a shot with Fri- 'What the hell are you thinking! Snap out of it buddy,' Sans chastised himself.

Papyrus coughed rather loudly, pulling Sans from his thoughts.

"WE SHOULD HEAD OFF NOW OR WE MAY BE LATE."

Sans agreed, grabbing the back seat door and opening it for Frisk and Toriel, "Ladies first."

After everyone had piled into the car Papyrus stomped on the gas pedal and they off. As they sped along Sans turned to talk to Toriel and Frisk.

"so kiddo, what's with the flower? some kind of lucky charm or something," He asked giving the flower a quick glance.

Frisk opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted.

"WaNt To sAy tHaT To mY FaCe SmIlEY tRasH BaG!" Flowey snapped at the surprised skeleton.

Frisk senta pointed look in Flowey's directionbefore turning to give Sans with an apology, "I'm sorry about that. Flowey isn't the most... accomodating. To anyone really."

Flowey huffed and looked away.

"heh, all good. words don't usually have any flower over me," Sans said with a wink.

Muffled laughter erupted from the back seat as Toriel and Frisk tried their hardest not to laugh. Flowey on the other hand was scowling at the smiling skeleton.

Frisk noticing the flower's bad mood quickly placed a hand over his mouth, muffling the array of curses that were surely flowing freely from the flower.

Sans eyed the flower, "So this is your adopted brother?"

Frisk nodded with a small smile, "He's... um... not always like this...?"

Sans shrugged, "Well he's still your family so i won't antagonize him too much. Though i have to say I synthesize with you about his language, Photo-synthesize should i say," Another round of laughter broke out as the flower made another muffled scream which was echoed by Papyrus's loud "SANS!"

The drive was filled with puns, jokes and chatter as they made their way through quiet streets into more packed roads that led into the main districts of the city.

Finally they made it to the theatre where group auditions were taking place.

Frisk wrapped her arms around her mid-section. She was beginning to feel nervous ahain and her stomach wasn't helping with all the flips it was doing. They exited the car. Frisk and Sans grabbed their gear and said their goodbyes.

Before they left Toriel patted Frisk's head, "Good luck, My child."

Flowey who was resting in the crook of Toriel's arm looked away before saying his own form of encouragement, "Don't screw it up, idiot."

Frisk giggled and pecked the flower on his cheek before following Sans into the applicants entrance. They registered their numbers before going to change.

Frisk slupped into her light pink leotard and tutu before lacing up her ballet shoes.

When she exited the change rooms she noticed Sans face turn a slight blue. He looked away and grabbed something out of the duffle bags at his side.

"here wear this kid," He passed her a blue with pink striped jumper. "I wanted to give this to you after the performance but..." Sans looked away on embarressment.

Frisk slipped into the jumper, it was super comfy and warm, "Thank you, Sans. I didn't get you anything though..."

Sans rubbed the back of his skull and smiled, "heh, kid you helped me get to here. i don't think i would have found another group to take me in..."

'Or if I'd ever want to dance again,' Sans left the last part unspoken.

Frisk felt her cheeks warm slightly. She lurched forwards and hugged Sans, "I promise i won't let it end here Sans."

She felt Sans hesitate for a moment before his boney arms wrapped around her, "i'm counting on you kid."

Pulling away from the hug they finished prepping themselves. They helped each other pin their numbers to their backs. Frisk decided to wear the jumper on stage. The colour kind of matched Sans own jacket, that was her excuse anyway. She breathed in deeply face pressed into the fabric of the jumper. It made her feel calm.

Before long the show was up and running. Mettaton introduced the show as fire and sparkle cannons went off and the crowd went wild.

Sans and Frisk waited and watched as other acts went before them. Miss Muffet and Spidettes were amazing with their well timed group performance, then a cat and crocodile monster performed followed by a ball dance performed by a dog couple.

Finally their numbers were called by a cat-like monster who seemed to be feeled to the brim with stress and anxiety. His backstage pass read 'Hi my name is BURGERPANTS'.

He seemed to be mumbling about being underpayed and overworked before calling their numbers, 'You're next."

Frisk felt her hands shake by her side as she followed Sans out onto the stage.

Frisk felt her throat go dry. There was a crowd almost as large as the sea staring back at her. She shakingly took her position by Sans, her mind blank as fear took hold.

Music began to play but Frisk couldn't move properly. 'Concentrate! Get a hold of yourself Frisk. You need to help Sans. Th-think of mum!.'

Frisk began to dance however her moves were not as graceful as usual. She stumbled once but managed to keep her balance. She battled against her fear, determinated not to freeze up no matter how much she wanted to.

Sans himself was trying his hardest to dance beside the shaking girl. When he had stepped out onto the stage mental images of the last time he had danced infront of a crowd rushed to the front of his mind. Sans breathed in deeply. 'Relax,' He told himself.

As the dance began he almost panicked as Frisk remained still. Slowly she began to dance. Sans moved beside her but couldn't concentrate. He was... scared. Scared to dance. He moved and followed the routine but he felt no joy and was unable to put his soul into the dance, afraid that those images in his head would become true again if he did.

As they danced he realised with a panic that Frisk and hinself had lost that companionship they had built the last time they had danced. Sans swallowed dryly. Wondering where it had all gone wrong.

Finally, after what felt like a painfully drawn out eternity, the song ended and the crowd applauded.

Scores were shown. They weren't horrible but they weren't amazing. If they were lucky they could scrape into the next round.

Sans turned and marched off stage as Frisk followed behind. Toriel, Flowey and Papyrus were waiting for them.

Frisk's hair hid her face from view and wouldn't meet anyones eyes. Toriel looked at Papyrus nervously, noticing the girl's mood, before addressing her daughter, "My child you did a very good job. I'm sure you'll be even better next time."

"If there is a next time," came a sharp reply from Sans. Though it was quiet it was audible to the rest of the group.

There was a sob and Sans turned to face the human girl. Frisk met his eyes, tears beginning to spill from her own before she turned and ran. Toriel attempted to go after her daughter but was stopped as a group of crewmen blocked the way carrying lighting equipment.

Papyrus gave Sans a chastising glare, "SANS THAT WASN'T VERY NICE!"

Sans wouldn't meet his brother's eyes however, instead he kept them glued to the floor in silent frustration, disappointment and anger. He would have been happy to wallow in those feelings if it hadn't been for the voice that spoke up.

"YoU CoWarD," spoke a rather peeved of flower from Toriel's arms. "FrISk tOoK It uPon HerSELF tO HeLP EvEn THough ShE HaS StAGe FrIGht!"

Flowey's face had morphed into one of pure nightmare. Sans met the plants eyes. Shock was etched into his features, "i-i didn't know."

Flowey scowled, "Did you ever think to ask." Flowey laughed when Sans cast his eyes aside in shame, "I didn't think so. Smiley trashbag was too obssessed with the competition to care about his own partner. Well buttercup I've got news for you, you weren't any prima ballerina out there yourself!"

Sans clenched his fist, he had screwed up he realised. He'd been so upset at his own failure's that he had wanted someone else to blame for the performance. And that person had been poor Frisk who had against it all tried her best.

Sans looked up at his brother, "I'm going to go look for Frisk." Then he charged through the crowded backstage area.

'I'm so sorry Frisk.'

Ugh i hope that chapter wasn't too bad. I started really good then started to lose it when i got to sans *3*

Anyway hope it was good~

Next chapter:
Will Sans find Frisk?
Will they making it through the auditions?
Will I think of better puns?

Stay tuned to find out~