I wanted funny bone man to do some reflection with a sprinkle of frisky-angst, so here it is. Enjoy and please leave reviews!
It had been two months since the barrier was broken, and Sans was watching the sky, he never thought the future would look so bright.
As Sans watched the sunset he would never get tired of, surrounded by the monsters (and the tiny human) he had come to call family, his mind wandered. Everyone was stretched out on the grass in a large clearing near Mt. Ebbot, squished together in amiable silence and watching the sky that for most of them, was still a novel yet breathtaking sight. He felt a surge of gratitude for the reason why he could see such a sight, giving a sidelong glance to the little one responsible. Frisk seemed unaware, cuddled up between Toriel and Asgore, their faces set in a tiny smile, squinted eyes crinkling.
Frisk was an odd child.
They were extraordinary, yes, freeing an entire underground's worth of monsters through nothing but peace, kindness, and wit, but they always did so with a curiously blank expression on their face. As if the moment they let that mask crack, something terrible would happen. Their eyes always remained in that calm, emotionless squint, mouth pressed in a flat line unless absolutely necessary to win someone over with a gentle smile or stern stare; often, when they encountered monsters in the Underground, the monsters would be slightly offended by their expression, which came off as aloof and uncaring. They grew used to it, and most just assumed that was how they naturally wore their face. Besides, who cared if their saviour, the blessed child of the surface, had a few quirks?
Sans had never been one to care much about others. He tended to stay in the morally grey area of never getting directly involved. Masks were something he was intimately familiar with; his perpetual smile, though natural, was something he used to hide behind. Having no one in the world except his brother and a door lady made him an expert on how to bury his problems, and if they ever managed to crawl up, he could always drown them with ketchup and alcohol.
Everything changed when he met a small, determined child ready to die to save the world. He felt as if he was looking in a mirror, if the mirror was a small human too kind and self-sacrificing for their own good. Sure, there were Saves and a few mini resets, but nothing like what happened with that demon of a flower. This kid didn't seem to be able to control this ability; it just manifested whenever they died. They died. A lot. And yet, the child thought the world that caused them a lifetime's worth of suffering was worth saving. They died to the hands of monsters dozens of times, but befriended them, saved them, and now even called them family.
Sans honestly wondered why the kid wasn't at least slightly unhinged from the continuous suffering they endured for countless timelines; stars knew he was, and he didn't even fully remember them. He wondered if the kid was playing with them, somehow, giving them a beautiful life above ground only to one day get bored and reset for the heck of it. He shot the thought down; Frisk didn't have a cruel bone in their body. That made Sans even more curious, though; how could someone so young stay so compassionate when they had been through shit worse than he would ever comprehend?
Frisk was a quiet, unassuming person; they all knew next to nothing about their past, as Frisk always seemed to droop a bit whenever it was brought up. They had all collectively decided not to push; they trusted Frisk to talk when they were ready. But Sans felt nothing but affection and concern for the tiny ambassador that managed to worm their way into a heart Sans used to think only held room for his brother. And boy, Sans was concerned.
He knew he built his mask of laziness and smiles and jokes as walls to keep people at a distance; it was just easier to stay safe that way. But he couldn't help but think that if such a pure child had walls even thicker then his, what kind of torture had they been through to feel that way?
He saw; they all did. The way Frisk would flinch at unexpected noises and movement. Their proficiency in dodging. The way they never seemed to fall asleep around them, and when they did, they would wake silently screaming from nightmares they refused to talk about. Sans was fine with Frisk staying tight-lipped, everyone had secrets. But he was worried. They all were worried.
Sans sighed. The sunset had long died out now, the reds, oranges, and yellows giving way to a dark blue and purple sky, the stars winking in the dusk. Frisk had fallen asleep between Asgore and Toriel, Alphys napping on Undyne's shoulder, and Papyrus falling asleep beside him. His smile softened at the sight, and at that point, Sans knew whatever happened, he would be ready for it. For now, he would cherish the warm, fluttering feeling of home.
Hope you liked it! Might expand this into a full fledged story, but for now it's a lil'drabble. Thank you so much for reading. If you would be so kind as to leave a review, I would greatly appreciate it.