Part two!
Sans POV
Something was going terribly wrong.
Sans didn't know what to do.
He never did, really. Everything he did he was bound to screw up.
This included.
The human- Frisk- just kept on getting sicker and sicker.
He cleaned and changed the wound every night when she was asleep. With this sickness she was a heavy sleeper, so he found no issue.
Other than that, he completely avoided her.
He knew he wasn't welcome.
On one hand, he was still agitated and upset about her being the anomaly.
The anomaly he had tried so hard, his entire life, to find.
The reason he didn't want to try anymore. That nagging feeling that he was stuck in a world that was a game to someone else.
And she really was it.
He had tried his dammed hardest to believe it wasn't her at first. Because, he had foolishly made a promise and he couldn't kill her…
But also because he just didn't want to think it was her.
She was... Interesting. She could be the sweetest thing, or she could grow a bite. Everything she did was in a reserved yet charming way, and he had quickly grown to feel the same protective feelings for her that he did with Papyrus.
She was right about him. He was an asshole. He didn't actually care at first. Hell, he hated humans with all he had. If he hadn't made that promise she would've died right there in Snowdin forest.
He befriended her for his own gain. He thought that if she was the anomaly, he could convince her to stop resetting if he got close enough.
He really wasn't careful enough about that.
That brought about the emotions on Sans's other hand… regret, sadness.
He regretted snapping, becoming aggressive. He couldn't help it, the pain was too much. But, he quickly toned down and realized how much of a holy mother of a mistake he made.
He knew from early on Frisk was very sensitive. He had to be careful not to frighten her, very careful. Not only did he scare her senseless, but he pushed her to a place he never saw before.
He was powerless to stop her pain-fueled outburst.
His true nature got the best of him.
The truth was that he was scared when Frisk was about to die. He could remember crying. Thinking about it made him feel a ghost of anguish and pain.
He did feel something for the human.
He grew attached.
He didn't really realize it. He viewed taking care of her as a job, like a forced pet.
But… later on, he really felt genuine compassion towards her. She felt less like a pet and more like a true friend. He enjoyed getting in light back and forths, cared about how she viewed him, wanted to make sure she was healthy and happy.
He learned that humans did feel like monsters did, that they could be individuals with so many quirks of their own.
Humans were really just like monsters.
He couldn't really kill her now even if he tried.
He couldn't shake the guilt. He just gave up like he did before, lie awake in bed for hours on end. He trailed to his jobs and back, and did nothing.
Eventually, Papyrus burst into his room crying about how the human had a horrible fever and would not wake up.
Sans had never, ever woken up so fast in his life.
He knew she hadn't eaten at all since he carried her back, and she only drank the occasional water.
Frisk's breathing was a rough wheeze, and her skin was clammy.
He tried calming Papyrus down, but he couldn't even convince himself everything was going to be alright.
A part of him said she was an anomaly, let her die, she'll come back…
But he knew better.
His fathers experiments indicated otherwise.
The ability to SAVE and RESET wasn't unlimited. It was unstable. It could fail without warning.
Most of all, it would be very dangerous for her to die in her condition.
The ability to connect and load to the last SAVE would be tampered by her giving up. By her lack of determination.
She was in very real danger now.
And Sans learned from last time it wasn't just a promise he was acting on anymore.
Papyrus was still sobbing.
"Shhh, Paps, it'll be okay. She'll wake up, okay?"
Papyrus looked up at him, his eye sockets full of tears.
"Sans… what if you're wrong? What if she doesn't wake up! I'll lose my only friend… I should've taken better care of her!" Papyrus started weeping again.
Sans ran his finger-bones along his brothers back.
"Nonsense, bro. You took very good care of her. There's something wrong inside, there's nothing you could have done better. We'll watch her and see what happens."
Sans sat with his brother for the rest of the day, reading him his favorite book. He played Sodoku with him. He also called off of his jobs.
Not like it made much of a difference, he never really tried there anyways.
…
The next day, and he was getting too worried.
She didn't move at all, and her fever got worse.
Her wheezing breaths became fewer and father between.
He had to think of something, because he knew deep down she wouldn't make it without help.
He couldn't take her to a doctor all the way in the capital. Too far, not to mention they would know she was a human and kill her.
Papyrus was getting more upset by the minute. It was all Sans could do to keep his poor brother from breaking down.
It hurt his chest.
He sat cross legged on the floor by the couch, absentmindedly looking at his joke book. Trying to distract himself.
He read over a real good one from Toriel…
Suddenly, something clicked.
Tori! That's it! Maybe she knows what to do! She did have a human child and once, after all.
Sans stood up, walking to the door.
"Brother?" Papyrus asked.
Sans pulled his coat on.
"I'm goin' to get a friend of mine, she may be able to help."
Papyrus perked up.
"Really?!"
"Yeah. I'm not positive she can help, but it's worth a shot."
"Hurry then!"
"Yeah, yeah." Sans said.
I really do need to hurry, I hope it's not too late… damn it Tori, it's your fault we have this problem, you'd better know how to fix it.
Sans used his teleportation powers- shortcuts, he called them.
He rarely used them- they took a lot of energy and the places he could go were very limited.
He arrived at a place deep within Waterfall- a few minutes from Tori's place.
Her house was hidden away, deep in the caverns. The only two regular visitors- and friends of hers- were himself and a ghost named Napstablook. As former queen, she wasn't very... appreciated, by a number of monsters.
Especially after the new king called out her mistakes.
He didn't exile her, though, like everyone thought. He might have a few actions driven by the wrong goal, but he was very just and understanding of most.
He wasn't a bad ruler, though not nearly as kind as Asgore.
He was surprised he grew attached. He never really had a... Female... Friend before her. She would come and keep him joking company while he did his sentry duty, and he grew to appreciate her motherly nature to all. Maybe out of yearning.
Sans felt a spark of hope as he caught sight of a familiar yellow lantern, one that was hung right outside her house.
Her house was made with an old wood, the door painted purple. It had the old delta rune etched into it. On one side was a bright lantern that always burned, on the other side a brilliant wind chime.
Sans walked up to the door, up the ice-less steps, and knocked.
He couldn't a grin onto his face, like he always did. The pain in his soul was too great.
He put his hands in his coat pockets.
He heard the shuffling of feet, and the door creaked open.
Toriel towered over him, still wearing her reading glasses.
She was a tall, goat like monster, with fur so white she could blend in with snow. Her ears hung down the sides of her face and were covered in long, silky fur that turned into a pale blue- gray at the tips. A silver ring with a stone the same color as the delta rune on her dress was wrapped around each of her ears.
Her eyes were a deep burgundy, almost red in light. Her dress was a pleasant purple, and the bottom was a series of little hanging threads like a fancy pillow.
She smiled warmly.
"Hello, Sans. I didn't expect you right now, did I miss a text?"
"Naw, it's just somethin' real urgent."
Toriel's smile faded.
"O-oh… what may it be?"
"It's… about the human. The one I told you about?"
Toriels paws raised to her mouth.
"… please, please tell me they are alive!"
"Yes, she is, but she may not be much longer. She got herself on a trap in Waterfall, and the wound hasn't healed. She's gotten sicker and sicker, and she ain't doing to well. I came here to ask if you can help."
Toriel took a breath.
"Of course, my dear. I will take a look. Though, I do not want to leave here, I do not want to see another human hurt or killed."
Sans turned.
"Alright, then lets go."
He let his eye lights fade.
God, it was tiring acting like everything was okay. Like he didn't deserve to go die in a hole.
…
"She has an infection. Pretty deep, by the look of it."
Toriel was seated next to Frisk on a stool. Papyrus was practically leaning against her in anticipation of what she was going to say.
Frisk's breathing was terrible, Sans noticed.
He wanted to hit himself for not realizing that she had an infection.
"Lady Asgore, is she going to be okay?!" Papyrus asked.
Toriel shot the tall skeleton a look.
"Toriel." She corrected. "And I can't be sure yet. I know how to treat it, but… it has set in very far. I will do my best to not let another human fall victim to Monster kind's cruelty."
Toriel ran her paw gently over Frisk's head, like she was already taking her in as her own child.
Sans swallowed back telling her it was his fault.
He noticed how she looked sad. Lost in the past. This probably brought memories up of her late child Chara.
Both were Moon-Bloods, and both had the wolf tail and ears.
"Thank you, Lady A- er, Toriel!" Papyrus threw his arms around Toriel in a hug.
It was weird to see someone a deal bigger than his brother, who Sans viewed as one of the tallest people he knew besides Undyne.
Toriel laughed softly.
"Aw, it's nothing. You have nothing to thank me for. I onl-"
There was a sharp knock on the door.
Sans's soul jumped.
Good fucking god.
Papyrus looked to the door enthusiastically.
"Oh, I wonder who it is?!"
Sans exchanged looks with Toriel.
"I'll get it bro. Stand here by the human." Sans said sternly.
Papyrus looked at him oddly, but didn't say anything.
Sans walked up to the door and opened it halfway.
Dammit, looks like I was right.
A royal guard member stood on the porch, armor shining.
He was a young dog monster, one who he recognized as the Royal Guards deputy, second under the Head. He strongly resembled a Tibetan Mastiff, with a thick main that pooled over his armor and a stocky build. His fur was a mix of black and white and muffin brown. His eyes had a kind sparkle to them.
"I am here under orders of the Royal Guard. There is suspicion that there is a human here and I am required to investigate these quarters."
Sans felt his eyes flicker.
Shit…
"Oh, come in." Toriel said from behind him.
Sans looked over at Toriel.
She was standing in front of the couch, and she had pulled the blanket up as far as she could on Frisk. She lightly tapped a book, a gesture she guessed was to hide the horrible sound of Frisk's wheezing.
Sans uneasily opened the door.
The dog stepped in.
He looked around.
The second his eyes met Toriel's he jumped and started quivering.
"Y-y-y-your m-majesty…" he stuttered for a moment before bowing.
"No need, I am no longer your Queen. Refer to me simply as Toriel." Toriel said flatly.
The dog straightened.
"B-but Your M- *ahem*, Toriel I… I am humbled to be in your presence, regardless of your status. You will forever be a Queen to me."
Toriel blinked.
"Young one, I am surprised you hold that belief. Not many do, I'm afraid."
The dog bowed his head.
"Y-yes, unfortunately. They think you've left your people. But I believe in loyalty, regardless of mistakes. I am loyal to our current King, yes, but I feel more towards you and King Asgore. I always looked up to you two in my childhood, and I always looked forwards to serving in the royal guard under you."
"What is your name, young one?" Toriel asked.
The dog reeled in surprise.
"M-me? My name is Rocky. I am honored you asked." He did a slight bow once again.
He sniffed the air.
Sans stiffened.
Shit, we can't hide a smell!
He prepared for a fight.
Rocky straightened.
"There is a human here. But, you being here, Toriel, means that this human means something to you, yes?"
"Yes." Toriel replied.
Rocky looked uneasy.
"I never agreed with killing humans. Judging by the scent, this one is very sick and vulnerable. Dogamy sent me here because of scent found in Waterfall and a sprung trap. I do not want to go back on orders, but I do not want to kill. Tell me, is this human good?"
"… I believe so, I do not know her personally. You'd have to ask Sans." Toriel turned to him.
The dog followed her gaze.
Sans bristled.
Jeez, thanks Tori.
"Well?" Rocky prompted.
Sans thought for a moment.
She had pulled her dagger a few times, before she lost it in the river. But she never used it, never killed anyone.
She helped Gyftrot, listened to the smaller monsters. She volunteered at the library.
She wasn't a bad person.
Sans tried to push his guilt aside.
"Yeah. She's good."
"Is this human a danger?"
"No."
"Is this human important to you all?"
"Yes! She is my friend!" Papyrus answered eagerly.
"… yes. I may not know her personally, but from what I've heard I've grown fond. And she reminds me of my late child." Tears sparkled in Toriel's eyes.
Sans felt everyone's gaze on him.
Okay, Sans. Time to be honest for once… does she really mean anything?
He would've killed her at first. He forced friendliness, when really he was filled with anger and distrust every time he saw her.
But…
He hated it. That warmth He felt in his ribs when he spent time with the human.
He...
Sans closed his eyes.
"Yes. She's important."
Rocky's eyes shone.
"Then I saw nothing here."
Look up Tibetan Mastiffs, they are amazing! So floof!
I feel this part flopped. I'm not used to Sans's POV yet. It won't be very often, but this isn't the last time, I promise!
It's pretty weird with Sans's real emotions revealed. He seemed like such a friendly guy, like this isn't the case. But that's Sans for ya :3
Reviews!
Djmegamouth: I think it's time for frisk to fight to kill she won't be able to escape waterfall while dogamy still lives. Just a good idea prove Flowey right what will happen when you meet a ruthless killer. She doesn't have to hold back from hurting papyrus's feelings she just has to fight to survive.
That's a cool idea, but sorry it didn't happen! Dogamy didn't know about Frisk yet (time got reversed by the reset, so that encounter didn't technically happen.) If Frisk wasn't caught in the trap and met a monster, and still had her dagger, maybe she would've fought to kill. But I don't think she has it in her yet. I've been teasing around with having it happen later on, or by accident, but then it would've be a real "pacifist" route. But this is an AU, so I do have the liberty of messing around with stuff.
And don't worry, I have plenty of bloodshed planned for much, much, much later.
Anyways, thanks for reviewing! I look forward to seeing you next time!