"Sans! Human! You're back! Are you okay?!" Papyrus came running out of the house as soon as he saw them approaching.
Sans had taken her back using his… teleportation. She never knew he had that ability. Though she didn't like doing through his "shortcuts", and he seemed to take a lot of fatigue from it.
She was tired herself, really.
"I'm fine." Sans said as Papyrus came over.
"You're covered in scratches! And my word, human, what happened to your shoulder?!" Papyrus was practically jumping up and down.
Frisk was a little upset with having to came back here yet again. But Sans could just zap back to where they left off, so it wasn't so bad.
Why hadn't he offered to do that from the start?
Frisk moved behind Sans as Papyrus came closer, arm reaching for her shoulder.
"I don't think she wants you to touch it, bro. I'll bandage it when we get inside."
Papyrus tilted his head.
"I thought the human was moving onwards? Oh well, this is wonderful!" Papyrus seemed happy despite Frisk's slight irritation.
To be honest Frisk wasn't ready to leave Snowdin. She never would be.
Papyrus opened the door for them, and his eyes were fixed on them as they entered.
Sans yawned and immediately plopped on the couch.
"Your jacket needs to be tossed, Sans. That arm is ruined." Papyrus said, pointing at the lump on the couch.
"No." Sans clutched his jacket protectively.
"Sans, you can't expect to wear it anymore!"
"I'll just wear my spare. But I don't wanna throw this away."
"Spare? The one with the ketchup stain? That ones ruined too!"
"No, it's just a ketchup stain. It's fine."
"Sans, you are absolutely absurd!"
"Hey, Frisky. Get o'er here. You need to get that fixed up."
Frisk's head snapped over to Sans.
"I… could I take a bath first?"
Sans sighed and rolled over.
"Fiiiine, as long as you're not bleeding everywhere. Give Papyrus your clothes if you want them washed."
Papyrus huffed.
"Sans, it is YOUR turn to do laundry. It was your turn last time too, but you didn't do it!"
"Fine. Gimme your clothes."
Frisk narrowed her eyes.
"That sounds very weird. I will slide them under the door."
"Good plan. I'm sure Paps wouldn't want you stripping in the living room." Sans winked.
Frisk shook her head.
"SANS, INAPPROPRIATE!"
Frisk went up the stairs as Sans broke into a giggle fit on the couch.
Frisk realized that the bath was pretty nice after running around Waterfall for two days. Besides the fact that her shoulder stung like all hell, it really helped calm her down.
However, of course she had to find it was that unpleasant time of month. Luckily Toriel was a very good mother figure and gifted her what she needed to deal with this.
Thank the lord for Toriel.
After winding down, Frisk took the spare clothes Sans had thankfully remembered to slide under the door- the old sweater he gave her and a pair of pajama pants that used to be Papyrus's when he was smaller. She liked the cats on the pants, they were very cute. Sans didn't seem to like them very much, probably why he didn't wear them himself.
She threw herself on the couch the second she had the chance, hearing the springs squeak under her.
Saying she was beat was an understatement.
"Hey. You took my spot."
Frisk groaned in response to Sans and moved her legs over.
"I wanted to lay down too. But I've still gotta do your shoulder, so I guess you've got time."
Frisk groaned again.
No.
Sans returned with the cute little first aid kid and went to work.
Frisk was actually much better with letting him touch her. Though she was a little jumpy when he first started prodding at it, she eventually ignored it all together.
"There ya go. Don't touch it anymore. You're lucky he was thrown off course, because if he wasn't he could've killed you in one bite." Sans's voice held the chiding but still a little frightened tone to it.
Frisk turned her head slightly towards him.
"And if I didn't move you would've died. So it's fair game. But why do you sound so… scared?"
Sans looked away.
"Cause… I do, okay? Don't worry about it."
Frisk smiled and nudged him with her tail.
He glared at the furry appendage.
"Aww, is Sansy getting soft?"
"Bones can't get soft Snap pea. But that reminds me…" Sans grinned and grabbed her tail before she could react.
Frisk yelled and sat up, snarling.
"Let go! Don't touch my tail!"
"This has gotta get brushed." Sans said slowly.
"I'll do it myself! Let go!" Frisk snapped like an angry dog.
Her tail was bristling in his hand.
"Someone doesn't like their tail touched, huh? Well, behave and I won't touch it." Sans let go of her tail, and she immediately pulled it up to her body.
"That's just like touching a girls boobs, don't do it." Frisk ran her hand along her tail protectively.
Sans leaned back, taking up half the couch. Jerk.
"So you're saying I just did the equivalent of touching your boob? Heheheh... Though, those things are weird. They make me think of squeaky toys. Do they squeak when they get squeezed?"
"PAPYRUS, SANS IS HARASSING ME, HELP!" Frisk called.
Papyrus came dashing into the room with spaghetti sauce all over his apron. It said kiss the skeleton. Hah, very funny.
"Sans, stop bothering the human!"
Sans looked over at him and shrugged. The second Papyrus turned his back he looked over at her and gave her the "game on" look.
Papyrus's cooking had improved a little bit since Toriel's stay. Frisk was actually rather hungry, after not eating at all in a day. Sans was right about her having to watch her weight, she was still balancing on the dangerously skinny side since being sick. Frisk had always thought the skinnier the better, but now she was thinking otherwise.
Maybe she was turning skeleton like the brothers.
That would be something.
Everything was like routine- eat food, argue, puzzles, more brotherly arguing, Papyrus goes to bed while Sans reads him story.
Frisk realized how long it had been since she and Sans watched a movie together after they had fought. It was almost weird when he came down the stairs after all the lights went out.
He noticed Frisk's blank gaze.
"Movie time, remember? Or rather, adult movie time?"
"Adult? If I recall last Time we did this we watched SpongeBob."
"Adult. I would never let Papyrus watch SpongeBob. Too dangerous. NSFW." Sans sat down in front of the couch.
"You shelter him too much, you know."
"We all know this. Not gonna change a thing." Sans turned on the tv with the remote.
"Welp, what do you wanna watch?"
Frisk edged farther into her blanket.
"I… dunno. I just feel weird right now?"
Sans turned over to her.
"In what way?" He sounded far too amused. "Is Frisk Frisky?"
"Get your mind out of the gutter. I mean… it's just… you don't have to do this if you don't want to. If you're not doing it for you, then don't do it." Frisk played with the edge of the couch.
Sans tensed and sighed.
"I… I am doing it because I missed it, pup. Okay? Damn, you know how to get under someone's bones."
Frisk blinked and let a little whine escape her throat.
"S-sorry…."
Sans turned around completely, getting up on his knees.
He reached forward before she could move and ruffled up her hair.
"I was just joking, calm down, pea."
"Sans!" Frisk tried to push his hand away.
"Oh, stop it. Now, are you gonna stop worryin' 'bout stuff or are you gonna pick out a movie?"
"Okay, okay! Wait, Sans…" Frisk glanced at his arm as he pulled it away. She still saw a few scratches from yesterday. It was weird how he could still bleed despite being a skeleton.
"You… You're not badly hurt from yesterday, right? No big scratches? I never… I don't think I got the chance to ask you."
Sans glanced at his own arm.
"M'fine. Just little scratches here and there. Nothing needing attention."
Frisk tilted her head, trying to see through him like he did her. It wasn't working.
Damn you Sans.
"Well, maybe you should get some band-aids just in case. You should've learned after that infection I just got."
"Speaking of which, I noticed you had a slight limp before. How's that doing?"
"Sans, I was talking about you. Don't change the subject."
"Fiiinnnee… I'll do that tomorrow. Seriously though, how is that?"
Frisk sat up and looked at her leg. She still had bandages on it, but it was almost fully healed. It still ached when putting too much weight on it or just from time to time- Toriel said it would be that way for a long time.
"It's fine, it just hurts a little every once and awhile. Can't do anything about it. Toriel said it would hurt for awhile. And it's gonna leave a nasty scar, like my arm."
Sans stared at it intently and nodded.
"By the time 'yer outta here, your gonna be covered in scars."
"Probably." Frisk chuckled.
She pulled up her sleeve to glance at the scar where the gash from Undyne used to be. It was actually kinda cool looking, so she didn't mind. As long as it didn't hurt.
She wondered why people worried about having scars.
"So. Movie?" Sans reminded her.
"Oh!" She looked up.
"I… I don't know… why not SpongeBob again, I don't feel up to much."
"Coolio. I was thinking the same thing."
"You were only thinking SpongeBob because the cursor is on it and you're too lazy to move it." Frisk pointed out.
Sans chuckled.
"Ya got me."
…
It was 1 in the morning and Frisk couldn't sleep.
She had been lying awake for who knows how long. Sans was long snoring on the floor, but she couldn't sleep.
The TV was starting to frighten her. She had no explanation for it, just seeing it on the blank screen for so long started to give her chills and a deep fear that it was out to get her.
Maybe it was for killing that dog.
Frisk shook her head, trying to get the memory away.
It's just a TV. It's over now, I can stop thinking about it.
But yet she couldn't stop her mind from reliving her screw-ups, feeling the pain from them all over again. She stayed with her back facing the TV so she wouldn't freak out.
No matter how hard she tried to shake the feeling, she felt like someone else was in the room besides her and Sans.
Something nudged her shoulder.
Frisk tensed, eyes going wide.
Don't get scared, it's nothing, it's nothing.
It nudged her again.
"S-Sans?" She stammered.
No answer.
It nudged her once more and she jumped up, her tail wrapping around her leg.
Her eyes went as wide as they could when she saw what was in front of her.
It was a wolf.
Two wolves.
One was pure white save for one black paw. It was slightly smaller than the second wolf. It had bright green eyes that were hauntingly familiar.
The second wolf had black eyes with little white pupils that were also so, so familiar. It's white fur was splotched with black, like someone had dripped ink all over him.
They were both semi-transparent, she could see the floor beneath their feet. Yet they looked real as day, shining in front of her.
Frisk started trembling, mouth wide open.
W-what are… w-w-who a-are…
Frisk slowly moved forward and put her hand on Sans's shoulder.
"S-s-Sans…" she gave him a light shake.
The white wolf shook her head.
Frisk froze.
"W-what do you… Want?" She couldn't stop her voice from shaking.
The two wolves exchanged glances and the black and white wolf started to walk to the door. The white wolf moved its gaze from the other wolf to her, as if beckoning to follow.
Frisk leaned closer.
"You… want me to follow you?" Frisk asked.
The white wolf nodded.
"I… I don't know… you're not… how can I trust you?"
As soon as the words left her mouth the white wolf bounded forward, landing right in front of her face.
Frisk jumped back against the couch, staring into the wolf's eyes.
She could see a tiny, tiny reflection of herself in the wolf's eyes. Her own eyes looked almost like they were a part of the wolf's, the same shade of green.
The wolf leaned in closer while she was musing on this and landed a long, hot lick to her face.
"Bleh!" Frisk turned away and wipped her face. Oddly, it was not wet. She had felt it, but it left no trace.
The wolf tilted its head and stared at her.
"Oh, fine, I'm coming. Hold on." Frisk grumbled, getting up and making sure not to step on Sans.
She was pretty sure he wouldn't wake up regardless.
The two wolves waited by the door for her. The splotched wolf seemed to be a little urgent, like whatever it was he needed her too see was vitally important.
Frisk followed them outside. The wind had picked up, and it chilled her right to the bone.
The wolves did not leave footprints in the snow, proving they were indeed ethereal.
They lead her behind the house. It was enshrouded by shadow here, a place she had never thought of going.
They lead her to a strange, beat up door.
Frisk stopped in front of it.
"wow, I never knew this was here. What is it?" Frisk examined the door, curious.
It was locked.
Frisk turned to the wolves and pointed at the door.
"Is this what you wanted me too see? Or is it inside."
The splotched wolf pawed the door.
Frisk looked around, shifting in the snow.
"Okay, okay. But how do I get in? I don't have a key. I can't break in."
Something nudged her leg.
Frisk turned to find the white wolf with something in its mouth.
It dropped the item in the snow, revealing it to be a bobby pin.
Frisk scratched her ear.
"You guys really thought of everything, huh? I don't want to pick their lock. I don't know how too. And what if I break it? I could just go to Sans and ask to go in, y'know."
The wolves both shook their heads.
Frisk sighed.
Could she trust these wolves?
Why were they here?
Why were they so familiar.
As she looked at them, the splotched wolf shifted on his paws. Something in his strange eyes showed deep fear.
Frisk stared at him closer.
I've seen those eyes before… I've seen them both before… but where…. Hmmm…
Wait, those look likes Sans's eyes!
Frisk jumped.
"Hey, who are you? Is Sans playing a prank?"
The wolves exchanged glances.
They didn't say a thing… not that they could.
The splotched wolf moved up to the door and pawed it again.
The pleading in his eyes got to her.
"Fine, I'll do it. I hope I don't mess up…" Frisk bent in front of the door, shivering at the cold.
She messed around with the bobby pin before inserting it into the lock. She had no idea what she was doing. But after about ten minutes of playing and shivering, she heard a click.
The door was open.
"Whew. Thank the stars I didn't screw that up. Now, what's in there?" Frisk turned to the wolves.
They moved in without a second thought.
"Yeah, right. Stupid question." Frisk muttered to herself.
The door led to some stairs that went down. It seemed like it was a basement of sorts.
It was completely dark, but the wolves glowed in front of her. It was very… strange.
Frisk held onto the railing for dear life as she descended. The white wolf had a paw on the wall near the bottom of the stairs.
Frisk examined it and found a light switch.
"Thanks." She clicked the button.
The lights came on slowly. They were rather dull and flickered ominously.
It was a small, narrow room that looked almost like a mini lab. The floor was made of neat blue tiles, and the walls white. A row of drawers sat to one side, and dusty boxes to the other. To the far end was something covered by a huge sheet.
Frisk sniffed the air out of instinct.
It smelled old, and chemical-y, but she could smell a lot of Sans's… scent.
No trace of Papyrus anywhere.
The splotched wolf moved over to the drawers.
"Wow… this is like a little lab. Sans comes down here a lot, doesn't he? He never told me about it… so maybe I should leave it be. I don't want to poke in his business…" Frisk scanned the lab again.
The wolf didn't move, and the white wolf beside her looked up at her.
Frisk gave in and walked over to the drawers.
The wolf tapped the first one with his muzzle before moving to the side.
Frisk opened up the drawer. It was a little rough due to rust and required some force.
Inside was lots of dust bunnies, a photo, and a badge.
Frisk blinked curiously and picked up the photo.
It seemed to be taken in a different lab setting, brightly lit and clean looking. Sans stood off to the side, shorter and smaller than he was now. He was scowling.
Next to him was a tall, tall… skeleton looking man with a dignified demeanor. One of his eyes held a crack in it. Around them were others she didn't recognize who were also in lab coats, all of them with a little golden badge with the delta rune.
Frisk stared at the picture.
Sans looked… Very troubled
She had never seen so much hatred in his eyes.
It made all of his grins seem so… empty.
The picture sent a cold chill up her spine.
Frisk put the picture down and grabbed the badge.
It was the same one in the picture, except it looked like someone had taken a knife and carved across the surface.
"Huh… why did you show me this?" Frisk turned to the wolf.
However, he had already moved two drawers down, pressing his muzzle to it.
Frisk moved to that drawer after replacing the contents of the previous drawer.
Inside was a bunch of papers written in an odd language that seemed to use a lot of hands and other symbols.
"What's this?" Frisk turned the stack around, staring at the odd handwriting.
"It's really weird. You want me to try to read it?"
The wolves nodded.
Frisk looked back at the papers nervously.
"Well, I can try to find what they're written in, but… I can't just take the papers… hmmm… wait, I can take pictures! With the phone Toriel gave me! It takes pictures, right?"
Frisk pulled out her phone. She hadn't used it in awhile. It still had 32% power, thankfully. She took pictures of the papers, making sure to keep them in order.
It took about 20 pictures, but eventually she was done.
She shoved her phone back in her pocket.
The wolf wanted her to look at another drawer.
Frisk noticed this one looked beat up. There were lines and scratches and dents in it, and one of the knobs was gone.
It was rather loose and opened with ease.
Frisk jumped as it tore open.
Inside was a black box, little pieces of something white on the bottom, and deep stains in the wood. A sickening scent came up from it.
Is that… blood?
Frisk moved in closer but pulled away quickly, crinkling her nose.
Getting a suddenly sensitive nose sucked.
Frisk pulled out the box.
The splotched wolf seemed to be nervous now, while the white one out its paws on the counter and watched intently.
She seemed just as curious as Frisk was.
The box was beat up just like the drawer. Not in an old, natural way, but in a way that made her think of agony.
Inside the box was a couple of extremely sharp knives and scalpels. They looked like something in a lab. A few had stains on them that made her blood go cold.
"What… is this?" Frisk was involuntarily shaking. She picked up one of the knives.
It looked sharp enough to cut the hardest metal…
"Why are these here? Did Sans use them on someone, or something? Or…" Frisk looked back in the drawer.
She picked up the biggest piece of the white material scattered in the drawer. It was hard.
It looked like bone…
Frisk shook her head, trying to clear the sick feeling.
She felt like she had two pieces to a puzzle but couldn't fit them together…
She turned to the splotched wolf.
"Is this… what you wanted me to see?"
The wolf solemnly nodded.
Frisk looked back at the piece of what seemed to be bone.
"What does… it mean? Why is this here?"
The white wolf whined beside her.
The splotched wolf looked away.
Of course he couldn't answer.
Frisk looked back at the knives and closed the box, placing it back in the drawer. She put the bone shard in her pocket.
"Is that… all?" Frisk asked.
The splotched wolf looked around before nodding.
The white wolf trotted over to the thing concealed in the sheet and sniffed it.
Frisk walked over, curiously gazing at it.
She lightly lifted the sheet and looked inside.
It seemed to be… some sort of machine. It was broken and sad looking.
Frisk put the sheet back, feeling an aura of loss.
She back away.
"I shouldn't be down here… I hope Sans's doesn't find out. He'll kill me…" Frisk looked down at her arms nervously.
The white wolf looked up, ears twitching.
The splotched wolf had left.
The white wolf took a step forward, but stayed at her side, looking between her and the stairs.
Frisk closed the drawer and started moving towards them.
"I'm leaving. I don't want to be down here anymore." She felt a shudder go down her spine.
Frisk and the white wolf hurried back into the house.
Upon closing the door Frisk noticed the splotched wolf curled up beside Sans, gazing at him with wide eyes.
The wolf seemed so worried.
Frisk slowly approached Sans.
He was still sound asleep on the floor, unaware of the wolves in the living room.
Frisk bent down beside him and stared at him hard.
"…"
She then took out the bone shard and held it up to his arm.
Upon comparison it really did look like bone.
Did he hurt himself in the lab and chip bone?
Did he do it to himself? Why would he?
Frisk shuddered at the thought.
Why would someone want to hurt themselves?
Frisk put the fragment back in her pocket and kept staring at Sans.
He was snoring lightly.
Frisk couldn't dislodge the worry in her stomach.
"Sans… I don't know what it is with you, but I never liked it. And I certainly don't like it now."
She looked at him for a few more seconds before moving back up to the couch.
It had been a long, long day.
As she was grabbing her blankets, her eyes caught Sans again.
Frisk decided she could spare a blanket.
She took the blue one on top and nervously draped it over him, scared she would wake him up.
Payback. For the blanket in Waterfall.
The wolf beside Sans looked up at her and his tail thumped once. It made no sound.
She curled under her blankets.
I think these wolves are okay… they seem so.
She looked over to try to find the white wolf and found her laying on the couch, right on Frisk. Frisk couldn't feel it, nor any weight.
Frisk was slightly startled, but got over it fast.
"You're a pretty wolfie." Frisk yawned, reaching forward and running her hand along the wolf's face. The fur was soft.
The wolf closed her eyes and laid her head down on Frisk. Suddenly, she seemed to fade into the air, leaving nothing in her trace.
Upon looking over The splotched wolf was gone as well.
Frisk smiled and closed her eyes.
She remembered now.
The wolves in her dream.
They looked just like that.
And I was the white one.
…
"Fffffrrrrrriiiiiiiiiisssssssssskkkkkkkk, wwwwwwaaaaaakkkkeee uuuuuuppppp."
Frisk groaned and covered her face with her arm.
"Okay, your loss."
Frisk was just about to drift back to sleep when she felt a tug on her tail.
She shot up like a fish out of water.
"Sans, don't touch my- OW!"
Sans was sitting on her legs and brushing her tail.
Brushing. HER. TAIL.
Frisk felt her ears prick forward aggressively. She snarled and growled at him.
"LET GO!"
Sans didn't even look up.
"It's gotta get done. You said you would do it, you didn't. Your loss for not waking up."
"LET GO OR I WILL BITE YOUR FINGER OFF!"
Sans waggled his finger, almost like he was taunting her…
"Tsk tsk, no eating of the bones."
Frisk growled and tried to turn her upper half around, seeing as her lower half was being sat on by resident skeleton. Sans didn't bat an eye. He picked up something beside him.
He had a squirt bottle.
He squirt her in the face with water.
"SANS! UGH, THIS HAD BETTER BE WATER!" Frisk fell back and wiped her face.
"I didn't think about that. I could've used pee, dammit. I wish I had thought of that sooner. But behave and I won't squirt you." He winked.
Frisk let out the longest, most exasperated groan she had ever made and fell back onto the couch.
Sans chuckled above her.
"You're more cat than I give you credit for. Y'know, you could be mistaken for a cat if your ears were a little bigger and sharper…"
"No! Though, cats aren't that bad. They're really cute. But the idea of being a cat doesn't really appeal to me very much."
"Bleargh. Cats are nasty. Just like seafood."
"I hope y-OW- never tried to eat a cat."
"Insert avoiding question tactic here."
"Saaaaannnnssss…"
"I can't tell you, I told Papyrus Mittens went and found a royal family to live with where he drank cream from a golden saucer. I can't let him know otherwise."
"SAAAAAANNNSS! I'm seriously unable to tell of you're joking or not and I'm getting distressed."
Sans pulled on another knot in her tail, and although it hurt, his pull was gentle. His touch overall was very gentle and light, and she wondered if he was taking into account how touchy she could be.
"You don't need to know. Mittens is in a good place." Sans hummed.
"Alive?"
"Mmmmmmmmnope."
"Sans, that's horrible."
"Natural selection. The thing was so freaking fat, it looked like a ball. Maybe if it were skinner it could've ru-"
"Sans, stop. I'm going to cry. I don't like you anymore." Frisk sniffed.
She was actually deeply physiologically scarred by the idea of Sans killing a big, fat kitty.
"You liked me? Ever? Wow. Oh, and do you ever brush this damn tail?"
"…no. It never occurred to me to brush it."
"Welp, because you neglect it I've probably got fur all over the couch and my clothes. Wonderful. Fur-ific."
"Shut up."
Frisk rested her head on her hands and closed her eyes.
After most of the bad knots were out, it wasn't that bad. Frisk actually was finding the long stroked comforting, in a way. It was giving her the tingles. She still was glad when he stopped, simply because she didn't like not being able to see him handling her tail.
Sans was right, she had fur everywhere.
Sans stood up and brushed himself off, a literal army of brown fur flying into the air.
"…sorry…" his poor black shorts.
Sans shrugged.
"Eh, whatever. Hey, do you feel like going up to Grillby's later? I have to make up a shift of work I missed, but we can go after." Sans asked.
Frisk looked off to the side.
"…sure…"
"Alright. Before I go you wanna raid the fridge and steal all the whip-cream? You shoot me and I'll shoot you."
"Hell yeah!"
…
After Sans had left for his sentry duty Frisk was left alone.
She had slept so late the idea of going on wasn't even Brought up, so everyone assumed Frisk was staying.
She wasn't in an adventurous mood (she never was, she liked to stay alive) so she snuck up into Sans's room- he left the door unlocked- and laid on his bed.
She had intended on sitting here for a little while scrolling through memes on Undernet, but she ended up falling fast asleep instead.
When she woke up, it was dark.
Shit! Is Sans…
Frisk immediately knew her answer by the fact she was now covered with a blanket.
Frisk hid her head under the blanker for five minutes trying to make her embarrassment go away.
Eventually she forced herself up and down the stairs.
Sans was on the couch. He had a newspaper in his hands and she guessed he was reading the comics.
"Heya. You have a nice nap on my bed?"
"I'm sorry, I was just on the phone and then I kinda dosed off." Frisk apologized, feeling her cheeks burn.
It was really weird falling asleep in someone else's bed.
Sans waved his hand dismissively.
"I don't care. I do it too. I don't blame you with all that's been happening. Only rule is don't clean my room, got it?"
Frisk sighed.
"You really are ridiculous…"
Sans out the paper down.
"Hey, it's my territory. My rules. You still wanna go to Grillby's? I have a real great plan."
"Plan? You actually put effort into a plan? Why do I not like this…"
"Effort? Naw, I just wanted to do something and thought why not drag you along?"
Frisk huffed.
"Let me get ready first."
"Don't wear anything nice, I'm warning ya'. Or white."
Frisk glanced at him questioningly.
"One, I've only got literally two shirts and a jacket. Two, why?"
Sans winked.
"You'll understand soon."
…
Grillby's had a decent number of people around. But the two seats in the front were open, like they always were.
Grillby looked pleasantly surprised (and Frisk thought she caught a hint of relief) to see the two of them there. Frisk didn't know how he even looked different seeing as how he was a literal flame.
But being here again made her feel like the worst kind of trash for not only using Rocky, but for trying to replace Sans like a tool.
Speaking of Rocky…
Frisk noticed him across the restaurant. She was going to call out hi, but he was currently talking to a pair of rather fancy looking woman dogs…
Anything to get him off her.
Sans was spinning in his stool seat.
"Ok, so whadya want to eat?"
Frisk had to refresh her memory by glancing at a menu. She hadn't actually looked at it in awhile.
The word steak made her mouth unexpectedly water.
The only thing she had ever ordered here were burgers and fries, so…
"St-steak…?" She hoped she wasn't being an issue.
Well, maybe a little. Sans deserved that much.
"Steak? Something different, huh? Finally, something other than French fries. How cooked?"
"Rare." Frisk answered like it wasn't even a question.
Wait, she liked rare steak?
When had she last even eaten steak?
Steak?
Meat.
Yum.
What.
"Okeeey. I'll get one too. I'm feeling up to some MEAT." Sans said the word loudly.
Frisk burst out laughing just from the way he said it.
Sans decided to torture her.
"Whaddya loike da MEAT? You loike da MEAT!"
Frisk threw her head on the table, gasping for air.
"S-Sa-hah-Sans, s-stop- hah!" She was wheezing.
"ME- oh, hey Grillby."
Frisk looked up, feeling tears in her eyes. Her stomach hurt.
MEAT.
"Two rare steaks. Also, while you're at it two Wolf bloods." Sans ordered.
Frisk looked over at him.
Wolf blood?
Grillby gave him a look and leaned in closer. Frisk didn't catch what he said.
Sans waved him away.
"Oh, its fine! This isn't the surface, isn't it? Besides, why'd you let me have that stuff if I technically wouldn't be allowed to on the surface."
"I shouldn't." Grillby crackled.
"And I'll get something more fruity if she needs it." Sans added.
"What's going on?" Frisk asked.
"Nothin." Sans replied.
Grillby walked away.
"Obviously something." Frisk raised a brow.
"Nothing of your concern, fluffy?" Sans countered.
"Fluffy? At least my fur is real."
"At least I take care of my coat, unlike you with your tail."
"Your coat is not a body part that you suddenly and unexpectedly gained, and you don't take care of your coat."
"Yes I do."
"No, you don't. It reeks like ketchup."
"So? Designer touch."
"No, laziness touch."
They argued until Grillby brought back the food.
Their argument was quickly cut off as the food and drinks were placed down.
What's that….
Frisk pulled in the drink closer.
Instantly, she made a face.
It's alcohol…
Frisk the smell immediately reminded of her life on the surface, back at her… not home. She shook the memory away.
"Sans… this is alcohol."
Sans picked his up and took a swig.
"Yeah, so?"
"I'm 16. I'm not legally allowed to drink until 21."
"On the surface. Down here we have no such laws. And we're in the same boat. I wouldn't be allowed to drink up there either. In human years I'd be considered… 18? I dunno, around that age. Not 21."
"Wait, what!?"
"Yeah, no one believes me."
"…"
"And I've driven plenty of times. You don't have too if you don't want too, I just thought it would be a neat little… I dunno." Sans shrugged and took another swig.
Frisk stared down at the drink.
"It's not… that. It's just… the smell brings back bad memories, is all."
Sans visibly softened.
"Oh, I get ya… sorry? But hey, if you don't mind me asking, what was your life like on the surface? You don't seem to have liked it very much."
Frisk closed her eyes.
"Well… I had a sister… and a mother. My mother… was an alcoholic, and my sister was older and not nice at all. They would always get into fight and stuff over everything. I didn't have many friends cause I had absolutely no social tolerance whatsoever. I liked to hand around with my cat, but he passed away two years ago. Really, not much to comment on." Frisk shrugged.
"… ok. Sorry to ask… I didn't mean to upset you or anything."
Frisk opened her eyes.
"I'm not upset. Really, it wasn't that bad. I had food. And shelter. I'm my mind it's hell, but I was always told people always had it a ton worse. And that's right. My life's nothing to whine about. I only left after my cat died. He was my only bind to that place."
"Hey, not having support growing up… it's tough, believe me. I was… kinda in that situation, I guess. But don't think that because other people may have it worse doesn't mean you didn't have a bad life, or a bad home. Saying you can't be sad because others have it worse is like saying you can't be happy because others have it better. It's not right. And… sorry about joking about the cat before, if I knew you… anyway, just know that down here you're away from all that. You've got Paps, the old dude behind the door, Undyne, Rocky, Tori… you… have me. And if you need a home, you can always find one down here." Sans's voice was surprisingly soft.
Frisk stared at him for a few seconds in bewilderment. Then she let herself smile.
That… had felt so damn good.
She didn't know what to say at first.
"Sans… thank… you… you know what?" Frisk picked up her drink.
"Huh?" Sans blinked.
Frisk took a breath and took a long gulp of the drink.
It was really strong. But it burned her throat like hell was unleashed in her mouth. She forced herself not to gag it back up and swallow.
She put the cup back on the table and wiped her mouth with her arm.
"The past is the past, and the surface is the past as well. So screw it."
Sans looked at her in shock for a few moments before laughing and patting her shoulder (she was sure he was going to slap her back but he thought twice and decided for a more gentler gesture instead. He really was trying to stay on her nice list this time.)
"That's my Snap pea! Damn, you're pretty tough. Looks like we don't need somethin' fruity after all. Grillby owes me ten for losing the bet now!"
Frisk smirked.
"Lets see who can down theirs fastest."
"Frisky is getting' a little risky over here. Don't bite off more than you can chew, little wolf!"
"The only little wolf here is you."
"In your dreams!"
…
She felt good.
That was the most fun she had… ever, really. And she didn't even drink that much.
She felt like she could kill anything.
Sans seemed to be in a similar state of mind.
He had more than she did, but they were both too busy messing around to do much drinking.
For some odd reason they decided to go to the place in Snowdin forest on top of the big hill. With the good view.
Sans called it the wolfie cliff.
"Are you sure it's safe to climb up a cliff like this?" Thank goodness even though she was slightly drunk Frisk still had common sense.
"Naw, s'fine. You're the one who needs t'worry, you can't walk straight!"
"Yes I can!"
"Y'r walking crooked. See."
Sans pointed at her tracks.
Frisk looked back.
Tracks….
"What?"
"They're crooked!"
"You're crooked."
"The world is crooked."
"true."
They were at the edge of Snowdin town now, ready to venture into the forest.
…Papyrus would kill them. Well, Papyrus would kill Sans, Toriel would kill her.
Angry goat mom.
As Frisk walked behind Sans, something caught her nose.
Frisk stopped and sniffed the air.
Something smelled… off. She couldn't put her mind on it- she was a little foggy- but something… she knew it from somewhere.
Suddenly, the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. She felt like she was being watched.
"…Sans?" Frisk called in a hushed voice.
"What?" He was much too loud.
"Sans, shhh… something's… off." Frisk started shaking.
Why did she feel so cold all of the sudden? Where did the alcohol go?
"You're off." Sans joked.
"Sans…" Frisk pleaded.
Her tail was twitching anxiously.
Finally, Sans froze.
Frisk heard why.
Footsteps.
By the time she turned, all she caught was a glimpse of Uno - Thorns brother -with Treyco and Spike standing behind him. In his hands was a small, round gun like machine.
"Lets see how he does after this."
There was a flash, and a loud bang that hurt her ears.
The next instant she heard Sans scream out in pain.