Note: Heya guys. Just to inform you, I've actually started writing and brainstorming a prequel for this. Even though I'm not satisfied with this story right now and I'll most likely rewrite it later. Anyways... Uh... No specific trigger warning except Sans has problems. Now, if you feel like Sans, don't do what he does, just [insert meme] stop it, get some help. Jokes aside, enjoy this pretty short chapter.
"C'mon, Frisk," Chara said suddenly, startling them, "Lets go see Sans while they're talking."
*Frisk agreed with this idea, walking over to a door that they were sure had Sans behind it.*
And lucky for them, they had guessed right. There was the cot, and there was the familiar skeleton.
"He's just... laying there," Chara sounded uncertain, "And there's a chain around his ankle. What the heck-"
*Frisk walked over to the bed, then said his name.*
Sans startled slightly, then after a moment he sat up with a hollow chuckle, "well, hey kid, kinda an odd way to greet a new friend. 'sidering i don't know your name."
*Frisk repeated his name, looking concerned at how empty he looked.* "heh, guess there's no point in pretending is there?" He shrugged, "how'd you know i was here?"
*Frisk told him that they'd helped Papyrus.*
"oh," he started to turn away, "almost forgot about worrying pap."
Frisk started to say something, then he chuckled, "you were s'posed to laugh, that was a joke, kid. i could never forget that."
*Frisk frowned, asking what was wrong.*
"what's not?" Sans replied, with a half hearted hiccuping laugh, "ya gotta be more specific."
.*They reached out to touch his arm reassuringly.*
Sans flinched away from their touch, causing the chain to give a muffled rattle.
.*Frisk looked more concerned at this.*
"i- i'm fine k-kid," he looked shaky, the lights in his eyes reappeared dimly to watch them warily, "just a little 'rattled' is all."
useless, don't let the kid know more than they already do...
"What... happened to him?" Now even Chara sounded doubtful, "He changed so quickly since the last reset."
*Frisk tried to remind themselves that this was just a game.*
"don't suppose you have something warm for me to wear in that bag do ya?" Sans asked, gesturing to it.
*Frisk sat the bag on the cot, reaching in to untangle one of San's hoodies. They struggled to pull it out, then separate it from the other clothes inside.*
After a few moments, Chara exclaimed, "Sans got the pocket knife!"
*Frisk looked up to see Sans using a screwdriver application to unlock the chain. They reached out to stop him, but too late.*
Sans got free and teleported away, looking almost relieved.
*Frisk shouted for Papyrus, then ran out of the room to leave and find Sans.*
HP: 0.5/ 0.8