Sans returned shortly, carrying a foam cup of some sorts and a small case with a sticker of bones shaped like a cross on it.
That's cute. But why do skeletons need band-aids, anyways?
Frisk shook her head, deciding to let it slide.
There was so much that was odd about these guys.
"Heya." Sans greeted, approaching the bed. Frisk avoided eye contact.
"… Well, Hi Sans! How are you!" Sans said sarcastically to himself after a moment, setting the case on the bed and the cup on the nightstand.
Frisk glanced up at him for a moment, eyes narrowed.
Sans stared right back.
"Heh, yes, I am making fun of you."
Frisk made a deep, rumbling sound in her throat before looking away again.
Sans sighed and clicked the case open.
The case was full of band-aids, gauze, medical tape, sterile wipes, and a random lollipop.
"Oh, hey, that's where Pap's lollipop went. That things like, three years old now. Wow."
Sans pulled out the gauze and pointed at her injured arm.
"Arm."
Frisk groaned and put her hand over the cut.
"It's not that bad, please leave it alone." She whined.
"One, it was oozing blood all the way back. Two, it's deep and will get infected. Three, I am not some vampire skeleton that will suck your blood. So git over here."
Frisk whined again but scooted over, hesitantly offering her arm.
Sans started examining it again.
"I thought you had warmed up to us by now. Guess that's not the case, eh? Must be that it's kinda hard to warm up in weather like this, heh."
Frisk felt her ears moving backward in annoyance.
"…"
Sans pulled her sleeve up and took one of the wipes, patting around the wound.
Frisk tensed up and unconsciously growled.
"Oh, stoppit. Great lord you're touchy today. That time of the month?"
Frisk snorted and blushed at the same time.
"No. Stop. Wait… how do you know about… that…"
"Undyne slept over once and her crotch decided it didn't like our couch."
Frisk's eyes widened.
Ew.
"I… slept… on that… couch…. I need to bleach myself now. And the blankets must be burned."
"Hey, she's not fish Satan. Pretty damn close, though. Stop moving so much."
Frisk pushed air through her nose and forced herself to freeze.
She didn't like the feeling of Sans's boney fingers against her skin. They felt… unnatural, hard. They were extremely gentle, though, and contrary to what she would believe about skeletons, they were warm. Once he had cleaned away all the dried blood, Sans wrapped it up.
Once he was done, Frisk eagerly pulled away, sucking in a breath.
Good, done.
Sans stared at her for a few moments before rolling his eyes.
"There you go. Now, you need a new article of clothing to replace your sweater for the time being."
Frisk's ears flattened against her head.
She only washed her clothes while taking a shower, since they were the only clothes she owned now.
"Seriously. Now, I can look around and see if I have something, or Papyrus can ask Undyne when she wakes up. I think I know the answer."
"…. Please look around…" Frisk answered quietly, looking down with a light stomach.
She did not want to wear something of his.
But she would not wear the same clothing that fish wore.
It probably smelled like sushi anyways.
"Spoiler alert." Sans joked before heading up to his dresser.
Amazingly, there were clothes inside. They were shoved in randomly, but they still occupied the drawers. Sans threw the clothes he found randomly onto the floor, until he found a large, fuzzy looking gray sweater.
"I remember this, Papyrus got it for me a year ago. I didn't wanna wear it cause it's real itchy. It's the best thing I got besides all of these weird t-shirts. Probably the only clean one too."
Frisk blinked and pointed to the new clothes on the floor.
"Those aren't clean?"
Sans shrugged.
"I dunno."
Frisk made herself smaller as he threw the sweater at her. It landed on her face.
It was really soft, and fuzzy. It made her sneeze almost instantly.
"Well, there ya go. Actually didn't do too bad. "
Frisk moved the sweater from her eye so she could see Sans.
The skeleton was standing in the middle of his room, unmoving.
Frisk spoke after a few awkward heartbeats.
"Are… you going to leave?"
"Why?"
"I assume… I'm going to change into this, right?"
"Oh."
"Sans, you grabbed this so I could change into it."
"I know, I'm just not used to someone else changing in our house. Pap and I don't have no issues with each other cause we're brothers, and Undyne don't give two shits. Leads to some… awkward situations."
Sans's cheekbones gained a blue blush to them, and Frisk puffed her cheeks in a suppressed laugh.
"I'll be downstairs, bye. Oh, and that's for you, it's a coffee." Sans pointed at the cup on the nightstand before leaving.
Frisk blinked and looked at it. The thought of expressing gratitude processed just a little too late.
Aw, he left before I could say thank you… for everything… dammit. Screw you Sans.
Frisk browsed the area one last time before taking off her dirty sweater.
Upon examining her torso, she found large bruises decorating her skin. She didn't touch them, seeing as just the sight of them made her cringe. They weren't that sore, however, compared to her arm and head.
Frisk pulled the new sweater on as slowly as possible. The gauze Sans had applied to her arm left a bulge in the material. Other than that, it was actually pretty comfortable.
Frisk didn't want to lie back down- seeing as this wasn't her room- and instead took the coffee and played around with the black top before trying some.
And holy damn was it good.
The second the rich, creamy liquid hit her tongue she felt her eyes widen.
By the time Frisk was finished with it, she was sure her pupils were the size of some American celebrity's overfilled lip, but she could care less.
Caffeine, man.
Her mind was foggy but her body was to the point of twitching with energy.
Frisk took out this newfound energy by cleaning up Sans's room, cause why not?
Except she didn't want to bend over, so she just sorta rolled across the carpet and picked up all the stuff.
Monster coffee was great.
Sans came in about fifteen minutes later.
His eye lights flickered for a moment as they took in the scene.
"Uh… I didn't give ya permission to clean my room… I thought you were not feeling well or something."
Frisk stared at him for a little bit before taking the pile of stuff she had gathered and re-made the mess.
Why should she clean his room anyways?
Sans stared awkwardly.
Frisk crossed her arms and huffed.
"There you go. All better."
"Are you feeling okay? You're … uh…"
"No. No I'm not. You hurt my feelings."
Frisk then rolled under the bed.
She liked it under here.
Sans knelt by the bed, his eyes glowing.
"Is Coffee, like, some sort of drug or something? Cause I see you finished it all."
"Maybe." Frisk replied, curling up.
"If I give ya another one will you stop being mad at me or whatever?"
"Yes." Frisk said enthusiastically.
"Jeez, Snap pea. Guess I'm a drug dealer then. Come on." Sans motioned her to come out.
Frisk growled softly, but decided more coffee was great and obeyed.
She froze at the door, her happy expression fading.
"W-wait!"
Sans turned to face her.
"Huh?"
"W-what about U-Undyne?" Frisk asked
"She's not up yet. You don't have to worry about her anymore, trust me. You're fine."
"Until I go out on my own that is." Frisk said bitterly.
Something flashed in Sans's eyes.
"Hey, She'll leave you alone now. Not only is Pap here, I'm here. And trust me, if I tell her off, she's gonna go off."
There was a note in his voice that Frisk didn't like, and it unnerved her.
She shook it off as she followed him down the stairs as quietly as possible. She accidentally put her hurt arm in the railing, and hissed as it burned for the rest of the way down.
She was immediately stormed by Papyrus.
"HUMAN! ARE YOU FEELING BETTER!? I WAS VERRY WORRIED FOR YOU!"
Sans stood between her and the concerned Papyrus, which Frisk was grateful for.
Hearing his sharp voice again sent a throb through her head, though.
"She's alright, Paps. Just give her some space, she's real touchy right now." Sans told him.
Frisk scowled once more.
"I'm touchy because I don't like being touched. Is that so bad?" She huffed.
"We're getting' ya more coffee, calm yourself. No need to get snappy, Snap Pea."
"Please. Stop. Calling. Me. That." Frisk hissed.
"No." Sans said smugly.
Frisk threw her arms out, wincing as pain flared by her injuries.
"Why the hell do you call me that? Where the hell did it come from? It makes absolutely n-"
Sans put his pointer finger up to her lip.
"Shhhhhh, you don't wanna wake up angry frozen Satan fish, do ya?"
Frisk glared at him, but didn't open her mouth any more.
"Coffee time." He turned.
Papyrus looked down at his brother.
"Sans, coffee is bad for you! Why are you giving it to the human!?"
"Okay, bro, she was pretty wasted before, then she drank her coffee and was cleaning my room. I think coffee is like, magic and it actually heals humans, bro."
Frisk had to suppress a giggle as Sans gave her a joking glance.
Papyrus's glance lightened.
"Is that so, human? If so then you must have as much coffee as you can! Then you'll be all better!"
Frisk squeezed her eyes shut, trying to keep the laughter in.
Frisk followed Sans into the kitchen, sticking close to the wall opposite to the couch. Undyne was sprawled out, limbs hanging off the couch as she snorted obnoxiously.
Sans opened the cabinets and jumped up so he could reach what Frisk assumed to be the coffee.
It was in a light brown bag, and the contents shook as he dropped them on the counter.
"There ya' go."
Frisk looked at the bag, then at him.
"… you want me to eat ground coffee?"
"Yeah, you never said you wanted it with water, Puppo."
Frisk faceplamed.
"I'm not eating the ground coffee."
"Hello I'm not eating the ground coffee, I'm Sans."
Frisk groaned, grabbed a towel, and threw it at him.
He laughed and shielded his face with his arm.
He the jumped down and pointed at the microwave on the opposite side.
"There's the microwave, I would put the water in for about a minute. The sugar and creamer is on the bottom shelf. You can also take whatever you want, just don't dump all of the coffee into one cup please. I need that."
"Okay, I'll be sure to leave a pellet or two." Frisk joked.
Sans snorted and elbowed her lightly before leaving.
Frisk blinked, watching him go.
… I wanted him to make it… aww…
Her head was still aching slightly, but most of the pain had gone away. She was no longer groggy due to the last cup of heaven she had, and she actually felt… happy.
As she grabbed a cute mug with a bone on it, her mind began to wander to dark places.
That star… it's just like the last one. I died, and it brought me back. So that's what… Flowey was talking about…
Frisk shuddered at the thought of the flower.
She hated him even more than she hated Undyne.
She filled the mug and placed it in the microwave, pressing the "1" button. The appliance spring to live, letting off a slow humming sound as the mug spun inside.
Frisk watched it turn, her eyes following it in an attempt to stop thinking about what happened before.
I can worry about that later, I just want to live in the moment. Right now.
The microwave finished and beeped, the light fading. As she reached in to grab her mug, she heard a heavy crash from the living room, making her jump. Her hand grazed the top of the microwave, burning it.
"WHERE IS THAT HUMAN?!"
Frisk yelped at the sound of Undyne's angry voice and looked about frantically, running across the kitchen and shoving herself in the corner between the refrigerator and counter. Shaking, she made herself as small as possible.
The microwave door hung open, swaying gently back and forth.
She could hear Papyrus trying to calm her down.
"Undyne, please! Just h-"
"THAT LITTLE BITCH! WHERE IS SHE!?"
She heard stomping, and the stairs sounded like they were on the verge of breaking as she stormed up them.
There was more shouting, doors being slammed open, and then more stomping.
"PAPYRUS, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! THAT HUMAN. WILL KILL. EVERYONE YOU LOVE!"
"Undyne, she's my friend! She doesn't want to hurt anyone!" Papyrus pleaded.
Frisk felt her throat tighten as Undyne's footsteps grew closer.
However, she saw a familiar black and blue jacket as Sans entered first.
He looked around, and she noticed his eye lights were gone completely. It scared her even further.
Did Undyne get him to believe she was bad?
No, he wouldn't turn on her.
He said he'd tell her off if he had to.
Frisk poked her head out from the corner quickly to reveal her location to him before pulling it back in.
Sans walked over, his eyes wider. Frisk instinctively squirmed deeper into the narrow space, feeling her ears flatten even more.
Sans knelt down, staring her in the eyes. The lights in his eye sockets slowly flickered back. His expression notably softened.
"How'd ya shove yourself all the way in there? Hey, it's fine. We're not gonna let her hurt ya, okay?"
Frisk slowly nodded, unable to stop herself from shaking.
She was terrified.
Sans gave her a soft smile.
"Man, and I thought your big green eyes couldn't get any bigger. Scared to the bone, huh?"
Frisk didn't respond.
How could she?
Sans turned around and stood up, not moving.
Undyne barreled in, her single yellow eye burning with rage.
Papyrus followed, looking more worried than she had ever seen him.
Her heart was beating so hard it was painful.
Undyne's eye fell on Sans.
"Where. Is. The. Human."
Sans shrugged casually, which was amazing with the intense tension crackling in the air.
"I dunno."
Undyne's brow furrowed as her eye scanned the space behind Sans, and Frisk felt a new surge of fear.
She bared her teeth as it seemed she made the connection.
"You do know, you lying piece of shit. Move." The fish snarled.
Frisk shut her eyes, trembling, pulling her tail closer.
Was this it?
Thankfully, Sans didn't budge an inch.
"Naw, I don't feel like it." He responded.
Undyne stomped closer threateningly.
"This is the last time I'm saying it. MOVE."
Sans looked up at her.
"You know I'm a lazy guy. So this is the last time I'm saying this. No."
Undyne's face filled with disgust.
"What got into you, sentry. If you had just done you job and killed the damn vermin, we wouldn't be in this mess. Why did you all of the sudden change your damn mind and decide to side with the human, huh?"
He… was supposed to kill me?
"That, Undyne, is none of your business."
Undyne clenched and unclenched her fist, looming over Sans's dangerously.
He was the last thing between her and death by angry fish.
"It is when it involves the entire fate of monster kind, Judge." Her voice grew chillingly quiet.
"It's my business, along with everyone else's, when it involves treason. What do you have to say for yourself, traitor."
She could feel the air of blood Undyne gave off. Her mouth was pulled in an imposing grimace, and her body cast a shadow over the short skeleton.
As terrifying as Undyne was, she could feel the dangerous aura Sans was giving off as well. She couldn't see his face, but she knew the lights in his eyes were long gone.
It chilled her to the bone, to put it in his terms.
"Oh, so we're gonna bring that up, huh? Well, guess I gotta judge then. What are your motivations for killing the human? You say you want to save monsters, but what's the real reason? You want to be in the royal guard. You thirst for power. That's why. Your motivation for killing the human are just as bad as mine to keep her alive."
Undyne's arms started quivering, probably with the need to hammer the skeleton.
Frisk whimpered quietly.
I don't want Sans to get hurt…
But as much as she tried, Undyne's primal anger combined with bad memories from their fight and a lack of determination left her a trembling, frozen mess.
"Oh, really? I admit, I had mixed resolves. At least I don't run away from my problems, from my duties. You're just like him, you asshole. Move, before I make you." There was thunder in her tone that made Frisk whine.
"Undyne, Sans, please!" Papyrus begged.
Neither of them seemed to notice the younger brothers plea.
"So? Tibia honest I could care less about what you think about what I've done. Make me move? That's a bad idea, and you know that. So you can turn around, and never touch the human again, or you can keep going and have a bad time." Sans's voice had a deep, animal like growl to it. If she closed her eyes she would believe he was part beast.
Maybe he was.
Undyne glared at Sans for a few moments longer before roaring and stomping the ground in frustration. She then turned around.
She was actually leaving.
Papyrus jumped out of the doorway, letting her pass. She froze, turning her head.
"Fine. You can have your stupid pet human. But I have a feeling it won't last long. It'll die like all the others, and I wonder what it'll think after it finds out how all the other humans died?"
Frisk noticed Sans's shoulders tense at Undyne's words, but he said nothing.
Undyne walked out and through the front door, slamming it shut.
Frisk felt the breath she had been keeping locked in her lungs flow out shakily, relieved that Undyne was gone.
She was still shaken to the core.
That was intense.
Sans sighed as well, and Papyrus peeked through the doorframe.
"H-human?" Papyrus called.
"She's in here, bro." Sans answered for her. A surge of gratitude filled her chest.
Sans bent down in front of her hiding spot and gently patted the ground in front of him.
"Alright, you can come outta there. You look like a smushed pancake in there."
Frisk swallowed hard and began inching her was out, hissing as she was forced to move her injured arm.
She was surprised herself that she managed to fit in here so fast.
Sans moved back to allow her to get out.
Despite what just happened, he still had the same grin on his face.
He reached out and gently brushed dirt away from her arm, and she didn't flinch this time.
Papyrus came closer, looking just as shaken up as she was.
"See, what did I tell ya? She ain't gonna hurt you. It wasn't as smooth as I expected though, sorry 'bout that." Sans said gently, and she realized he knew she was scared out of her mind.
"I tried telling her that you're my friend! She wouldn't listen to me, no matter what! We must change her mind!" Papyrus was still loud as always, but she was somewhat relieved by it.
She was right when she refused to let Undyne take her away.
These were her friends now.
Frisk kept her eyes on Sans.
"T-thank y-you… Sans…"
Sans shrugged her off.
"Eh, no problemo. Just… forget what ya' heard, alright?"
Frisk just nodded. Even though it sounded like stuff he was deliberately hiding from her, she knew he was on her side. He meant her no harm, and protected her. She at least owed him some personal privacy.
Even though the last thing Undyne said bothered her.
Sans sat back and looked up at Papyrus.
"Hey, you okay bro?"
Papyrus blinked.
"Of course! Why wouldn't I be!"
"You look pretty shaken. Guess you lost a little backbone, eh?"
Papyrus groaned.
"Sans! No!"
Sans chuckled deeply.
"Aww, come on. By the way, whattabout dinner?"
"Huh? What about- OH WAIT."
Papyrus suddenly dashed towards the fridge, startling Frisk.
"OH NO, WE ARE OUT OF INGREDIENTS!" Papyrus cried out.
"I thought so. I underestimated the food situation, I didn't really factor in Snap pea over here."
Frisk made herself small, feeling guilty.
"I… I'm s-"
Sans pointed at her.
"No. None of that. None-o-dat in this household."
Sans turned back to Papyrus.
"So…. We can get Grillby's, right?"
Papyrus inhaled sharply.
"That is so unhealthy and greasy! Sans!"
Frisk stared at him hard.
I think he let the food slide on purpose just so that he could ask for Grillby's .
"Come on, bro. Please? I think we all could use a nice break to calm down. It's been a long day for us all." Sans glanced at her.
Papyrus sighed, loosening up.
"Fiiiine. Though I think you don't really need a break considering you're always on "a break", lazy bones."
Sans stood up, looking happy. Frisk stayed on the ground, not sure if her legs would support her yet.
"Hell yeah. I guess I could call it a double break, eh?"
"DO I NEED TO DIG UP THE BAD JAR AGAIN, SANS!"
…
Frisk refused to sit on the couch and instead made a blanket nest on the floor.
Papyrus sounded really upset, and Sans harassed her for an hour, but eventually the brothers let her be.
She could still smell the fish's scent.
Everyone was quiet throughout dinner, which consisted of burgers, fries, and soda (juice for Papyrus). Sans was right- it had been a long day of worrying and trauma.
Yet even in the dark, Frisk didn't feel tired.
Her limbs ached, but her eyes wouldn't stay closed. So much had happened, and her mind kept wandering to the bad memories and her heart beat would begin to race again.
Damn it… I hate that fish…
Frisk covered her head in the blankets, curling up.
She forced herself to stay still, trying to think of absolutely nothing.
It was beginning to work until a familiar set of footsteps began coming down the stairs.
Frisk tried to ignore him.
The footsteps went silent, and Frisk expected him to sit near her or the TV to turn on.
Yet that didn't happen.
Frisk peaked out from her blanket, expecting him to be staring at her for some odd reason.
He wasn't there.
Just then, Frisk heard the front door squeak open, and the sound of wind. The fresh air hit her nose.
Then the door shut.
Frisk jolted up and looked out the window, seeing Sans walking past.
What the hell was he doing?
Frisk watched him go, feeling a little concerned.
Why was he leaving so late at night?
Frisk shook her head and laid back down.
I promised him privacy to his own personal business,I need to leave him be…
Despite this, her concern grew greater.
What if something was wrong?
Frisk eventually let out a frustrated exhale and stood up.
She slid her shoes on and walked over to the door, opening it slightly. The cold air bit her face uncomfortably.
She could see his footprints going through the snow, out through the town.
With a final steeling of her nerves, Frisk trudged out into the snow to follow.
She had never been outside this late, and the town was dark. No comforting lights, no sparkling snow. Everything was engulfed by shadow, and it unnerved her.
The only sound was the crunching of her footsteps and the wind.
She wrapped her arms around herself, shivering slightly.
The footprints continued out of town, and into the forest. They soon went off the trail, and Frisk grew increasingly worried.
What the hell was he doing?
Frisk increased her pace, scanning around her nervously.
Everything was so… dark.
Eventually, she saw a glimpse of blue and black through the trees.
Frisk slowed down, trying her hardest to step as quietly as possible.
Ahead was a clearing, with a steep, rocky hill extending up at the far side. The rocks glistened with ice and snow.
Sans walked up to this hill and began making his way up, much to her surprise.
He seemed to know exactly where to step, like he had done this before.
Frisk slunk through the snow, hiding behind a large rock.
She was worried he would slip on ice and fall.
What the hell?
He kept going up, and eventually Frisk followed up.
She stepped about clumsily, trying her best to keep her footing. She slipped more than once, it managed to stay out of radar.
The hill got steeper, and she was questioning her decision to follow.
What if she fell?
At least he hasn't seen me…
Suddenly, Sans stopped. Frisk felt her heart race.
What?
"Watch your step, the rock to your right is lose. ya' creep."
Frisk yelped in surprise and almost fell over.
Her cheeks burned with embarrassment.
Sans turned around, looking a little startled himself.
"Hey, don't fall over! I don't think Paps will be happy if I dragged you home with a broken neck."
Frisk averted her eyes.
"…"
"I knew you were following me. I told you, I've got good ear holes. Not to mention you climb like a lopsided rabbit." He chuckled.
Frisk felt the burn on her face grow hotter.
"Sorry… I was just… worried…" Frisk forced out.
"It's cool… literally." He winked. "I do this every once and awhile. I'll show you why in a second. Come on."
Frisk looked up.
"You're not making me go back?"
"Why would I? I'm not hiding nothin. There's absolutely no point."
Frisk blinked a few times before moving up beside him, and he lead the way. She followed his footsteps, putting her feet where he put his. It helped a little, but she still felt unbalanced.
Eventually, the hill lost its steepness, and flattened out.
In top was a little space with a single old spruce tree.
The space ended with a sharp cliff overlooking the entire Snowdin forest.
As they moved up to the tree, Frisk could see Snowdin in the distance, as well as the river.
The river ran past the town, and into the mouth of a large cave.
The underground looked so much bigger from up here, there was so much she hadn't seen.
Sans sat down by the spruce trunk, and signaled for her to do the same.
"This is why. I like this spot. You can see all the way to Waterfall here."
Frisk nodded absently.
She noticed there looked like there was an actual sky, instead of the rock and dirt top of what the underground should look like.
She pointed at it.
"How is there a sky here?"
"There isn't. It's just magic. It's spread across the whole top, keeping us from going up and drilling out. It's what makes it dark and light, what gives us the weather we have down here."
"Oh." Frisk grew silent.
She felt bad for these people.
"You know…" Frisk eventually said. "Humans should be down here and you guys up on the surface."
Sans looked over at her in surprise.
"Huh, I dunno. That's a surprise, hearing from a human."
Frisk shrugged.
"Most humans up there are mean spirited. It's a miracle we are even still together. It's all run by greed and nastiness. People favor coldness and numbers over kindness. They can never make kindness work. Then you guys are down here knowing nothing else."
Sans closed his eyes and smiled. It looked almost ironic.
"Wow. You really are a weird one, aren't ya? Did you always hate your own kind?"
Frisk looked down.
"I don't exactly… hate people. There are a few gems. It's just… the reality of it all. I am a little bitter, I guess. Because I just can't stand all of the hate and cruelty that goes on up there. But no matter what I do, nothing I do matters. I'm not important, just another leaf on the pile. No one ever listened to me up there, and I just sorta… drifted away."
Sans was quiet for a moment.
"Huh. And I thought it was bad down here. Guess different worlds have different problems."
Frisk looked over at him.
"Despite the… underground part, and the climate… you guys seem to be…" she trailed off.
"Look, Puppo. That magic I was talking about before? The barrier? It was all done by humans. Humans can't use magic. Do you know how they did it?"
"How?" Frisk asked.
Sans inhaled deeply.
"There's this crystal. This crystal is infused with intense magic power. Back then, untouched, that magic was sealed inside. But to win the war and seal us away, the seven human mages each bore into the crystal, taking a small piece. They put these fragments into necklaces, rings, even a staff. With these magic infused shards, they were able to weird magic. But even all of their powers combined wasn't strong enough to make a barrier. So they drilled into the crystal and allowed its magic to pour out, and controlled this to create the barrier. This magic is centuries old. It's the reason the underground gets colder and colder. It's magic is still seeping from those cracks, even today. But it's effect isn't just limited to weather."
Sans gasped for breath, despite the lack of lungs.
Frisk giggled at this.
"Uh, you're making me work here, Snap pea. Anyways, the crystal is called many names, mostly the Wolf or the Howling stone. It's said that when you come close to it, you can hear the howling of wolves. The magic… it's affected nearly all souls in the underground. It doesn't corrupt them, it just provokes certain traits over time, certain behavior. Some resist it- Undyne- some are only a little affected by it- Papyrus. Some already Canine are given a power boost- The Captain of the Royal Guard. There's very few who are very, very affected by it, be it in way of soul, appearance, or power."
Frisk's ears pricked, and her heartbeat picked up.
Is it…
Sans's expression shifted.
"Those people that resist it are called Sun-Bloods. They say their souls are too hot to be affected by the magic. Those other people, those intensely affected, are called Moon-Bloods. I know of three who exist, four if you count one that's dead."
Frisk leaned closer.
"Who?"
Sans blinked slowly.
"The first fallen human, who is now dead. The current King. Me. And you."
Oooooh, finally revealed!
I like this chapter. I really, really liked the confrontation between Undyne and Sans! And that reveal I thought was so cool!
Review!
iluvfanfic:THIS FANFIC IS SO ORIGINAL. im not lying! nobody writes good stories like this! i liked the action scene tbh, and it could create a nice picture in my mind. I would also love a few sans-pov chapters too!
Hah, I'm glad you think so! I'm really worried about originality in terms of character design due to all the other AU's out there and the primary focus being on story and stuff. There isn't much Undertale Fanfiction to be honest, at least stuff that isn't lemons :/ careful on the Internet, kids. I'm so relieved you could picture the scene! I get clear images in my head, I just have issues putting them on paper. My main weakness is repeated words and phrases, in my opinion. I think that more diversity will come with experience, hopefully.
Thank you so much for reviewing! It really lit up my day!
Welp, I need to go work on some animations. Check out the comic if you want a peak at what happens when Frisk can't have coffee, review if you have time, and stay safe everyone! You're all beautiful and amazing, always remember that, regardless of what others tell you.
Happy belated Halloween!
From the Wolf in the mountains,
Comycat~