Shape of You
By EmeraldHeart510
Chapter Twelve
"You're in love with a skeleton?!"
"You have to be confused Frisk.."
"It's impossible for you be with him, you're a human and he's a monster!"
"So what?! He's no different than we are!"
"That's where you are wrong, Frisk. We're going to hunt him down and make you realize you were just confused!"
"What..."
"Frisk!" Sans' voice ripped me out of my nightmare. He was sitting in front of me with both hands on my shoulders, as if he shook me to wake me up. My face felt all sweaty and my throat felt dry as sand.
"Sans.." My voice cracked.
"Jesus, kid! I thought someone broke in from the way you were shouting."
The dream flashbacked to me, with the looks on different faces, constantly mocking me and insulting me. Sans' warm eyes fell upon my own and I couldn't help but look away. I don't want him to read my thoughts. The last thing I want is for him to find out what's been plaguing my nightmares.
"What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"
It's already been awhile since I realized how I felt, and each night, my nightmares would morph into human faces, laughing and judging me. All because of my feelings for Sans. This was the first night that I actually started to scream in my sleep.
"I'm going to get some water," I said as I brushed his hands off of me and got up to the kitchen.
"Kid..."
"I'm fine Sans, just a nightmare is all."
Sans walked up next to me, and reached for a cup. Once he handed it to me, I refused to look at him in the eye again. I was making it very obvious that I was avoiding his gaze. One thing I knew about Sans, he's the type that doesn't like to be ignored.
"Can you at least look at me when you're talking?"
I didn't hesitate to shake my head no, which probably pissed him off.
"Okay sweetheart, don't make me angry now."
I shook my head again, and it was easy to tell that Sans was getting upset from the tone he was using with me.
Though I was prepared for him to start yelling, he yanked my arm as soon as I was finished with my glass of water. "Come here," he ordered.
"Wait, what are you doing?" I pulled my arm back in retaliation.
"My room, now."
My face burned up very noticeably, and Sans noticed it too, from how he blushed in return.
"Nonono, not like that! Just, ughhh, come here!" He pulled me again and lifted me over his shoulder.
"Put me down! What are you doing?"
"Just shut up and see!"
He opened the door to his room and then practically threw me onto a soft surface.
A bed? What?!
I looked at Sans all puzzled.
"Told you it's not what it looks like," Sans groaned. I didn't see what he was getting at till he sat down on a different bed, on the opposite side of the room from me. I have to say, the room was quite large compared to the living room. There was a window in between the two beds and the door was on my side of the room. A huge sliding door, I presumed it was a closet, was facing the beds, and a two night stands stood on either side of the window.
"You can sleep on that bed, I'll sleep over here."
That was when I threw my pillow at his face and pouted at him.
"You had two beds this entire time? You're an asshole."
"Not true, what did you think I was doing yesterday?"
"I don't know, drinking, picking up girls, getting in to fights," I said sarcastically, not like I really meant it.
"That's what you think of me? Wow."
Sans face dropped into his hand, and he just shook his head in disappointment.
"How am I supposed to know where you go during the day?"
I clicked my tongue a few times in annoyance.
"I work too you know? I was buying you a bed yesterday, you stupid woman!"
"Oh.." I looked down on the bed and let myself flop back on the mattress. I turned to my side, with my back towards the wall. The bed was very comfortable, more comfortable than the couch.
"What do you say?" He said sarcastically, mocking me like I was a child.
"Thanksssssssss," I hissed at him. He doesn't deserve any thanks for making me sleep on a couch for two months.
"You're welcome! And don't worry your pretty little face, I won't lay a finger on you."
"Uhh, thank you?" I glared at him.
"Unless you want me to, that is," he said with a sexy smirk, purposely speaking in a husky voice.
My cheeks went hot and I threw my second pillow at him, and he fell on his bed laughing at my expected reaction.
"Stop teasing me, you ass-wipe!"
"Awww, why can't I? Your reactions make me want to bully you." He rolled over to face me and threw me back both of my pillows.
"If you want to tease me, don't flirt with me!" I hugged one of the pillows and turned away from him, showing Sans my back.
"Besides, I'm not that pretty to flirt with..."
The room was silent for a few minutes, as if he wasn't denying my self-proclamation of my low self-esteem. Every girl has one of them moments, where they don't feel like they are pretty enough for anyone. Sans was the type to not lie, so taking in the loudness of the thin air made me think he was agreeing with my statement. Honestly, I partly said that in hopes he would humor my selfish satisfaction. Guess I was wrong.
"You're kidding, right?"
"What?'
"Dollface, if you want me to call you gorgeous, all you had to do was ask."
I turned over to face him, with my complexion blooming red. He was being too honest, and I couldn't contain the satisfaction just to hear Sans say that.
"You really think that?"
-Sans POV-
Her expression caught me completely off guard. The way her long hair was draped around her face, and her blushing cheeks glowed along with her gleaming brown eyes. How she hugged the pillow made me feel like I wanted to hug her. The way she held her fixed gaze at me... Have mercy, I'm about to lose composure if she keeps looking at me like that.
No. No.
Stop it Sans.
She's doesn't remember you, and last time you checked before she lost her memory, she doesn't feel the same about you.
I can't handle this, I need a cold shower. Right. Now.
I stood up from the bed and headed to the door. I ignored whatever expression she was making next, because it would most likely push me off the edge.
My frustration for this woman was at a completely different level than hating her.
I'm frustrated that I have to hold myself back. I'm frustrated that I made the dumb decision of putting a bed in the same room as mine. Why does she have to make those cute faces that put me on the spot. I'm frustrated that she can't know what I'm pinning up on the inside. Its eating me alive that she can't even remember me anymore.
"Where are you going?"
"Shower," I said quickly before exiting the room.
After fifteen minutes of just soaking up cold water, I dried myself off and dressed myself back in my black t-shirt and gray pajama pants. I felt a bit calmer now, better than I did earlier.
"Better get back to bed, it's still 2:00 in the morning," I said after checking the clock above the living room tv. As I got back in to the bedroom, Frisk was already fast asleep. She looked more comfortable here than she did on that rigid looking couch. I'm an ass for letting her sleep on that for so long, but I didn't want her to think I actually cared up until now. It had always bothered me, but I have reasons to hide that.
I sat down at the edge of her bed and gazed at her. The moonlight peaked through the curtain of the window and glowed on her sleeping curves.
God, do you hate me? Make this stop, please...
My hand subconsciously ran through locks of her chocolate hair, and pushed her bangs away from her closed eyes. Frisk was more than gorgeous, her looks were more than words could explain. I have always thought like that all these long years about her. It's been so long since she walked into my life, but she doesn't even remember that...
Not after what happened.
"Mmmphh..." Frisk stirred in her sleep, and whimpered due to another nightmare.
"Shhh shhh, it's alright kiddo," I hummed to her and I kissed her forehead. She cannot find out that I did this, because I don't want to her to get so close to me. That just seems impossible now, because she's right here within my reach. So I can watch over her and wait for her, and hold her like I use to.
"Sans..." Frisk said, and her cries ceased from the moment I comforted her. She smiled within the depths of her slumber, and that was something else that rattled me up once more.
"What am I going to do with you?"
-Frisk's POV-
My eyelids fluttered open to the rays of sunlight peaking through the window. The birds chirped to welcome the sunshine and the brand new day. Then I opened the curtain to stare at the view of the sea, which were behind blocks of buildings scaling the skyline.
Sans on the other hand, was still sleeping the time away.
"Sans! Time to wake up, I gotta go to work soon." I poked at him.
"Mmmphhhh," Sans groaned in his sleep. Well, I can leave him a few more minutes of peace. I didn't have to get ready for another hour anyway. So I decided to poke around and explore the room for a bit.
Yes, I'm invading Sans' personal privacy, but taking a peak around his room without him knowing, won't kill anyone. I pulled the door to his closet and it was surprisingly organized, but nothing that picked my interest.
Under his bed maybe? Flipped the bedskirt over and looked down under. Nope, it was as bare under as it was boring. Sans' night stand seemed interesting enough for me. So I pulled the drawer open and peered inside, and expected to be as vacant as it was under his bed.
But there was a small picture frame, and it was facing down into the bottom of the wooden drawer. Though I shouldn't look, my curiosity got the best of me. I picked up the picture frame and was beyond shocked with what I saw.
It was like something snapped in the back of my mind.
It was an old picture, that was slightly faded of color. There stood three figures smiling at the camera: two skeletons and a little girl. One skeleton was short and wore a blue jacket and black gym pants. The other was a much taller skeleton with a costume that looked similar to a superhero, and a red scarf wrapped around his neck. In the middle, the little girl was just a bit shorter than the first skeleton. She wore a striped purple shirt with jean shorts, and her hair was so short, it stopped below her jaw line. The background looked like it was snowing, but it was dark and the top of the picture glistened like stars. This all looked to familiar to me.
Where was this at? Who were these people? Why did they seem so familiar?
The snap happened again and I could feel the headache rise up from the back of my skull, as I concentrated to remember. That didn't stop me though, because I opened the back of the frame and pulled the picture out.
I couldn't believe my eyes as I read the description on the back of the photograph.
Sans, Frisk, and Papyrus.
'What... Wait what?
That's.. That's Sans... And that's me?! And whose that?!
No, this has to be some kind of joke!'
The pain exploded in my skull and I quickly placed the frame back in the drawer and pushed it shut. I swiftly got up before I could let myself get dizzy. The pain was excruciating and I was barely hanging on to my consciousness. I fought against the darkness overwhelming my senses, but I could tell it was failing me.
What is going on with me? Why is this happening?
I reached for my bed, but the force of gravity made me fall over. I dropped the picture as my body hit the floor with a loud thump. That's when I knew I wasn't conscious anymore, because my vision faded to pitch black and all I could hear was the sound of air getting louder.
Sans... Was that you?
And... Was that me?
