my head had been in clouds when i saw her. she's fine.
she's walking.
she's really fine.
i saw the hospital staff guy flirt with her. with my human.
i sent him a glare.
that guy better be out of my sight. for his own safety.
"What's wrong, Sans?" i shivered.
it's been days since the kid, er.. frisk, called my name. overwhelming relief and panic run through me.
i made up my mind that whatever happens, i'm not gonna leave her. even if she rejects me multiple times.
she doesn't know how tenacious i can be. i mentally chuckled.
bring it, kid.
i glanced at her, seeing the same state i saw last time we talked. except this seemed to be for a different reason instead of embarrassment.
i narrowed my eyes, "frisk?" i called out again.
it didn't really occur to me that i didn't know her name. monsters didn't really ask for names, usually giving you the option to either introduce yourself or not.
not that names are unimportant to us. it's just that there are monsters who can manipulate you just by knowing your name so it became customary to not ask.
she has always been my human kid. it doesn't matter that i know her name or not. she's still as important to me as the day i saw her.. maybe more so.
"frisk, are you alright?" i touched her shoulder, gently nudging her. i don't really want her to pass out on me again.
she looked at me in tears. "I don't want you to be afraid of me, Sans" she sobbed, instinctively brushing her hands to her face.
i froze. sure, i was afraid of her at first. still am, actually, but for a different reason now.
"i'm not afraid of you, kid" i said trying to console her. what gave her the idea that i was?
"sorry..." i nodded at her.
"It's just that it felt that you were?" she stuttered, still not looking at me. i continue to comfort her.
"why would you say that?"
she looked me in the eye and gestured at me.
i twitched.
"You flinched." she said in a statement.
i laughed heartily. "well, i'm tired. i can't very well control my reaction, frisk" she kept staring at me.
i blushed looking away.
she pouted, pulling away. "See? If you aren't afraid, maybe you despise me." i was suprised. "or hate me" she mumbled.
i took hold of her shoulders and turned her fully to me. "i don't fear or despise you, frisk." i said seriously.
she looked at me in surprise and disbelief.
"i don't hate you, either"
she tried to look away but i can feel that she didn't really want to.
i sighed. "why would i despise you kid?"
she tried to pull away but i kept her in place, starijg at her. it was a rhetorical question for me but if she felt the need to answer, it's fine.
nothing can make me hurt her.
not when i just wanna touch her for the rest of my life.
she looked down, "You know, I'm not a kid." slowly she played with the helms of her shirt.
my eyes wavered and my grip on her loosened. "what do you mean?"
"I'm nineteen years old. You should know that they wouldn't let me be an ambassador if I was just a child. I'm an adult in human terms. Young one but still an adult" she whispered, trying to argue like a kid.
another weight was lifted off my shoulders, i grinned at her petting her head. "yeah, yeah. you're still my human kid" i said fondly.
if she was down before, that comment made her worst. i reeled my hand back.
"did i do something wrong?" she turned away.
"Sorry" she said with tears brimming in her eyes again. i panicked, trying to think.
"frisk, you gotta help me here. if i hurt you in any way, please tell me." i said with edge in my voice.
humans are just so confusing. specially my human.
she slowly nodded but didn't said anything else.
i sighed again, "i'm not a mind reader, kid" i began.
thinking that maybe if i said what's on my mind first, it would make her open up.
"i was kinda lost for a few days." she looked at me right then. i'm looking straight ahead at the distance.
"i was thinking about a lot of things. welp, mostly about our last conversation, really." i scratched my head trying to articulate my inner turmoil.
"you said you love me but then you said you can't see me anymore" i felt her turn away from me again. i braced myself.
"i didn't mean to but i didn't want to see you and get rejected so i spent like three days standing outside your house" i chuckled.
well i didn't really think i could just stand there doing nothing at all. just thinking for a long, long time.
"paps then came and found me. told me that you were here and i just rushed over here. i swear i'm never gonna leave you again"
welp, i guessed that's it then. still not gonna leave her or whatever. i mean can always watch her from a distance.
I blinked at Sans. He just declared that he won't leave me.
I blinked again.
I just can't stand it. I hugged him tightly. "Never?" I whispered.
I love him and whatever he meant by what he said. I'm gonna take it.
At least he didn't hate me or anything. I know that he only means platonically and really was expressing how he loves me as his friend or as his kid.
I'm just gonna take it.
Even if it did somehow break my heart, his way of rejecting my romantic feelings for him.
Even if it did mean that I can't delete this feelings of mine.
I'm gonna take it.
"there, there. there's really no need to cry, kid" he told me and I just burst into tears.
"I love you" he twitched under my embrace. I guessed now it really did sink what I meant.
I hugged him tighter.
"I love you" I said like a mantra. This might be the only time I can get it off my chest before we went back and forget everything that ever happened here.
My tears kept falling. "I love you so much, Sans" I said one last time.
I wished I could have stopped and never said a word to him.
But I just can't take it. I need to get it off my chest at least one time.
I felt Sans pulled away and put his hands on my cheeks. "you mean that, kid?" he asked me softly.
I blinked my tears away and slowly nodded. I can't find my voice.
"are you sure?" he looked at me with something I don't recognized.
I nodded again. All my strength has left me. I was left staring at his eyes.
I saw his eye flickered blue.
"welp, i love you too" he said and turned away. His warmth leaving me. I was left staring at the back of his head.