"S-Sans… I… I made a mistake… I made a mistake… and I made more than one…"
Frisk's voice shook almost as much as her body did.
She couldn't see, couldn't breathe, couldn't think. Her head and heart were going to explode and she just wanted it to stop.
"Frisk. You've gotta calm down. I don't know much about humans but I'm pretty sure this ain't good for 'ya." Sans kept his voice low. He came a little closer.
Frisk didn't hear him in her bubble of agony.
Sans hung right next to her, unsure of what to do.
Sans tried putting his hand on her shoulder, then pulled it away when she violently flinched.
Sans took a breath.
"Hey, listen to me. Can you hear me, Frisk?"
Frisk didn't respond.
Sans sighed.
"Here goes nothin'. Cm'ere."
Frisk felt Sans wrap his arms around her and pull her into his chest.
Frisk flinched, but didn't resist. She didn't want to do anything anymore but make her chest stop hurting and relieve the pressure in her head.
She started to say one thing, then another, and she ended up spewing out inaudible sentences.
"You need to calm down." Sans gave her a light shake. "You need to breathe."
Frisk curled into herself, sharp sobs cutting through her body.
"I killed him… I killed… I'm sorry I'm sorry…" Frisk couldn't stop the words spilling from her mouth, especially when she glanced up and saw the pile of dust from Thorn.
Sans turned to glance at the pile, his eye lights flashing.
She felt his bones tighten under his jacket.
Then he turned her away from the pile.
"Don't worry him right now. We can talk about everything later, just focus on calming down." Sans's voice was a little tight, revealing his own unease.
Frisk couldn't stop sobbing, and everything was spinning. She felt light, like she could be blown away by even the lightest breeze. She unconsciously leaned into Sans, his rib bones jutting through his shirt.
"I'm sorry Sans… I'm so sorry… I-I can't… can't b-breathe… why'd it have to be me, whydidithavetobeme…" Frisk broke off into incoherent rambling again, body quaking. Her tail was tucked so tightly against her body it could merge with it.
Sans hesitated before bringing his hand up to her head, resting it there.
"Just breathe, you…can do it. Cm'on, just listen to me. Focus on my voice."
Frisk swallowed, her world feeling like it could pop at any time.
"That's it… listen to me. Just listen to me. Breathe." Sans's voice got much softer, softer than she had ever heard it.
She couldn't think about it now, though. She was naturally drawn to it, like her body was trying anything to find a reprieve. Pressed against his chest, she could feel his bones rumbling as he spoke. It drew her attention away from the painful pounding in her head.
Sans was running his hand from the top of her head, down to the middle of her back in long, soothing strokes. She could hardly feel it- he seemed almost reluctant to touch her.
"Yes, good… you're doing okay… just breathe, nice and slow. Yeah…" Sans himself seemed to relax a little.
Frisk was slowly regaining control, but her vision kept getting darker and darker. She was so tired.
She didn't fight it.
She closed her eyes and let her body go limp.
…
(Sans POV)
Damn, this is all just a huge mess.
Sans looked down. The human had passed out-finally. Better than looking like she was going to implode.
Sans had no idea what to do, much less what these kind of things did to a human.
He knew that under extreme trauma, a monsters soul could sustain damage. It would crack, or start going dark. Their souls were so weak that powerful emotions could effect the soul, and it's often to see a monster sustain damage after a panic attack, or extreme grief.
But Sans knew human souls were stronger. Did emotions carry over?
Sans sucked in air, closing his eyes.
I hate messes, so bothersome to clean up.
This was all reminding him of his own experiences far too much for his liking.
Sans turned to look at the ashes. It was hard to believe that the snarling mongrel that had just been near the top of his "I would kill but I'm a lazy ass" list was now a pile of dust.
It scared him, to some degree.
The human was dangerous after all.
There goes that argument.
Sans leaned over and looked at his arm, flinching.
The younger brother had torn up his jacket, specifically the right arm. The top of his arm was mauled, pieces of bone missing and large gashes spread across the white surface. These were scars, however. Actually, he had less injuries than he would have thought.
Just the sight of the scars made him shiver.
He pulled down his sleeve, looking away.
Sans looked back down at the human, trying to distract himself.
She seemed fine besides a few scratches, and being a little chilly to the touch.
Sans weighed his options. He didn't want to use a shortcut after being in a fight. And the nearest shortcut was a ways away- it would be a huge pain to carry the human all the way there.
And he did happen to have stuff stored on the inter-dimensional box of his phone, stuff Papyrus made him store in case of an emergency.
For once he was happy Papyrus pushed his lazy ass.
Sans pulled out his phone, swiping away countless notifications from Undernet.
Papyrus didn't seem to like his puns very much, heh.
He went into his contacts and called his brother, snickering at the contact name he had given him.
Those, however, would be kept to himself for various reasons.
"Yes? Who is calling the great Papyrus?" A voice boomed from the other side. He sounded so hopeful.
"Me." Sans said with a weary grin.
"Oh." That was the sound of all of Papyrus's hopes and dreams being crushed. "It's you, brother."
"You don't sound very thrilled to hear me." Sans commented.
"I'm just a little disappointed, I thought it was someone cool."
"Hello I'm just a little disappointed, I'm Sans. And, hey, that's not very nice."
Sans could hear a sharp intake of breath on the other side of the phone.
"Hey, before you yell my name, I've got somethin' important." Sans interrupted.
"Must be, since you bothered to call me."
"I'm out here pretty far into Waterfall. You know Thorn's gang? They just attacked the human and I. And, uh, things didn't... Go well..."
"WHAT? ARE YOU TWO OKAY?!"
"Yeah Pap, we're fine. Just a few scratches. But I'm gonna camp out here for tonight."
"I could come get you!" Papyrus proposed.
"No." Sans said immediately. "I don't want you going out here yourself. His guys are still out there. We'll be fine. Besides, I'm sure Frisky will be mad if she woke up back at our house yet again."
There was a few moments of silence.
"Oh, alright brother. If you insist. Though, I really am worried. That bully Thorn needs to be taught a lesson! I shall get Undyne so we can do that!"
Sans's eyes went dark.
"Uh, that won't be needed. He's… taken care of. You won't be seeing him… ever again."
"Huh? What do you mean brother?"
Sans looked back at the dust.
This was to be kept between the wolves.
"Nothin, he's just not coming back. He learned his lesson."
Permanently. Sans added.
"Ok! I'm glad to hear it! Be safe, okay brother? I'm worried for the two of you. I know… you two have been fighting, and you haven't been yourself. Maybe you can set aside your differences and talk?"
Sans looked off to the side.
"….yeah, maybe…."
"You never talk. About anything, brother. I know how you can get. And it worries me."
"Don't be. I'm fine." Sans's voice lowered.
"You always say that, brother. But I think you would benefit if you would trust someone and talked. Even if it's not me, the Great Papyrus only wishes for your well-being."
Sans sighed.
"Yeah yeah, alright. I think I'll go now."
"Ok. Be sure to call if you need anything! The Great Papyrus would be there in no time!"
"Sure. Love ya Pap."
"I love you too, Brother."
Sans pulled the phone away from his ear(hole) and clicked the "end" button. The phone let out a cheerful beep before going back to the homescreen.
Sans leaned back, letting his grin fade.
"Huh, s'real tiring. Everything is, nowadays." Sans huffed.
He then looked back down at the human. He gently put the back of his hand against her cheek to check how cold she was.
"You're cold to the bone there, heh." Sans chuckled emptily.
Kinda like me, I guess.
Sans, you are a worthless piece of trash. Doesn't give a shit about anything and just uses people for gain, too lazy too care.
I still don't know why I'm being given another chance, but… maybe I should take it. But I need to check her soul to make sure everything's in check.
Sans turned to Frisk, and let his right eye fade. His left eye ignited.
He felt a familiar rush, and a flash beside him.
A ghostly white form materialized beside him.
Of course, only he could see this creature.
A pair of blue eyes peered back at him from pale white fur, patched by splotches of black.
Sans then took Frisk's soul into his grip.
"Alllllright, let's see here."
His eye flashed silver.
Frisk's soul turned a sparkling silver, without any resistance.
"Huh, you really are a MB." Sans said to himself.
There was a white haze around her soul. It started to take the form of something, an animal.
A faint wolf soon formed around her soul, a ghost just like the one beside him.
It was a magnificent beast, with pure white fur. A single black paw was the only impurity.
The wolves eyes were a brilliant, sparkling green. It's eyes widened, and the ghost floated up and down, staring at him in wonder.
I can't believe she hasn't activated the silver trait yet. Welp, there ya go. She really is pretty innocent, she was pure white until that happened. Welp, guess I helped her, didn't I? Her soul looks fine though.
Sans let go of Frisk's soul, and let his magic fade. Both ghosts faded, as did Frisk's soul.
Sans sighed and turned to the pile of dust.
"Time to take out the trash."
…
Frisk shot up, confused.
Where's Sans?!
She didn't really process anything prior, and now all of her senses came back like a truck. She was cold, but lying on a green sleeping bag. Heat came off of a fire not to far away, the flames casting shadows on the wall. She caught sight of a familiar skeleton sitting on the other side, munching on half of one of Grillby's long sandwiches that reminded her of subway.
She couldn't remember anything at the moment, she just felt disoriented. She stared blankly at Sans.
He stared back.
"Heya. I see you're up."
"Sans?"
"Yeah, that's my name. Don't wear it out."
Slowly, everything started coming back.
Frisk looked down and wrapped her tail around herself.
Something brushed against her arm, though when she looked up nothing was there.
She looked back down, ignoring it.
Probably just my sins, huh. I can't Believe….
"Hey, Snap Pea. You got something you need to talk about? Cause I think you do." Sans spoke up from across the… cavern. It looked like a little dead end from the main path, she didn't know.
Frisk cringed.
"Please… don't call me that…"
"Oh. Why? You were fine with it before."
"That was before. Any of this happened. I just can't magically forgive you after… that." Frisk focused on a small pebble, trying to think.
Why did he do that? Back then…
Even though she wasn't looking at the skeleton, she knew he recoiled.
"… I get ya… but… I would've thought you'd… have cooled down by now, ya'know?"
"I am." Frisk replied. "But… I'm still hurt." She looked up at him almost expectantly.
Sans avoided her gaze.
"I… I don't know what to tell you, Pu-Frisk. I…" Sans closed his eyes.
"Being a judge, I've got to be honest with myself. I know what I did and I am not going to try to excuse it, whether it be out of integrity or laziness. I did make a promise, more because I was just too damn lazy to say no. I would have killed you if it weren't for that."
Frisk's eyes began to burn, and she grabbed the hem of her sweater in a tight fist.
Sans seemed to notice this.
"I know you don't want to hear this, but It's the truth. The truth isn't always pretty, and the lie isn't ugly. I didn't care. I did look at it like a job. Actually, I was pretty fuckin' annoyed and suspicious of you at first. Of course, Scummy Sansy is a pretty good actor. I did use you to try to get my answers to the resets. That's how it was. Sorry that hurts, but there's nothing else I can say."
Frisk tried to will the tears to go away- she had already knew everything- but they fell anyways. Maybe it was the full impact of the pain, maybe it was the first time she really sat down and forced the truth down her throat, maybe it was hearing it from him. She brought her hand up to her face, distantly noting she had been crying a lot recently.
She could feel Sans's eyes boring holes into her soul.
"I'm sorry…" he sounded so hopeless.
"I really am pathetic, aren't I?" Frisk said with a wet chuckle. A tiny, broken smile made its way onto her lips.
"I'm so weak and naïve. I never thought for a second that it wasn't real. I never thought I could kill someone. I never thought about my own consequences. And now…" Frisk paused, trying to push back a sob. "I'm just broken. And from what? Myself. Because I can't do anything, I can't even have a little power without screwing it up. I can't be mad at you anymore. I can't be mad at anyone anymore… but me… and now I'm crying about something I thought I had already gotten over." even she could hear the weariness in her own voice.
Pathetic.
Sans was quiet.
"… Frisk… I said that's how it was, didn't I? Remember, I said I needed to be honest. And that…"
She could hear him swallow, and he seemed hesitant.
"I tried to stay unattached. To not care. But like I've said many times, I'm lazy. So I let my guard down. And everything I did, all the things I said… it started to be genuine. I really at one point stopped looking at being friends with you as a chore. I started to look forward to it. I tried denying it, but I really… it… it wasn't all fake, you know… later on. And after all that was when I really got kicked in the face by reality. I was just too lazy not to care, and then I did care. Sucks that when I realized I didn't want you to die was when you were dying on my couch, huh?" His voice was dry, the last bit filled with hollow humor.
Frisk had stopped crying, staring straight ahead, absorbing the information.
"It was a promise at first. But it turned into something else, and that's how it's gonna stay. Even if you never forgive me and hate me, I'm gonna be there. Because I couldn't stand it if I weren't. It's not a promise to a friend anymore, it's a promise to you. And hey, I hate makin' promises, but when you're me you're too lazy to say no, right?"
Frisk couldn't make words. Her throat felt tight, and she felt like she would wake up and find this a dream.
But a part of her told her this is the logical thing, that this was reality.
Something came to mind, and she snapped out of her daze.
"Sans… y-you… you knew, didn't you." Her voice was so quiet she almost didn't hear it herself, but she knew Sans could with his amazing hearing.
"Knew what?" He tilted his head.
"Why did you save me, on multiple occasions. After you knew I could reset. Why did you say you wouldn't let me die?" Frisk's words shook.
"I…" Sans fidgeted. "Your resets… I know from research I did with da-an old buddy of mine that resets from death are… unstable. They are powered by fear and Determination, things this go kinda hand in hand for the purpose of this effect. If one is scared of death, like normal folk should be, they will usually work fine. But if someone wants to die and is determined to do so… they won't die. It's when they are numb, when they don't have determination, when it gets dangerous. Weariness, long term depression, death by sickness or something else over a course of time… the resets have an increased state of failing in these conditions. And, due to their unstable nature, they may just fail randomly. Each death is a gamble, and the timeline won't always bend backwards. You need to be careful, Frisk… especially… with the way you were talking… you really scared me, back there. With how you were talking. Never, ever talk like that again." His eyes went black, and he looked more serious than she had ever seen him.
Frisk shrunk.
Everything made sense now.
"Oh… my god… so I really just… that was so close…" Frisk felt a shiver creep through her body.
Sans had moved a little closer, to her side of the fire. He still kept his distance, though.
"What?" He asked.
She forced herself to look up at him.
"Dogamy killed me before… and I went with it. And I… it was black for a long time… I got so scared… that I wouldn't come back… that I wouldn't see you or Pap or Tori or Rocky ever again…" the memory of floating in that void, feeling so detached and alone, was filling her with terror.
She didn't want to go back to that place.
She heard Sans make a hissing sound. He looked conflicted. She could tell he didn't like the reset factor.
"I… well, I guess you learned. I… uh… don't know what to say… but I guess resetting from death is one thing, resetting normally is another. So… I'm not… mad at you, per say."
"What? Normally? What's normally?" Frisk was hit with a wave of curiosity.
This wasn't normal?
Sans looked surprised.
"Huh? Normally, like… any time you aren't dying. Voluntary resets."
Frisk blinked.
"I only reset when I die, what… are you saying dying purposefully?"
"You… don't know anything about resetting the timeline. Without dying?"
"No…"
He suddenly looked a little frightened, his eye lights growing a little bigger.
"You've never, ever reset without dying? Every time you've reset, you did so not yourself but it was brought upon by your death?"
Frisk stared at him like he grew a new head.
"…yeah… I can't reset without dying. At least, I don't think I can. I never even thought about being able to do that."
Sans had put his head in his hands.
Frisk leaned forwards, concerned.
"Sans? What?"
He looked up. His eyes sagged with guilt, but he had a slight grin. Whether it was humor or relief she couldn't tell.
"You aren't the anomaly I've been looking for. If what you say is true, anyways."
Frisk's ear twitched.
"…huh?"
Sans stared at his hands.
"You. Aren't. The. Anomaly. You are A anomaly, not THE Anomaly. THE anomaly has reset the timeline without dying over and over. So this big fight, it was all started for abso-fuckin-lutley nothing. So you didn't have to know the truth, I didn't have to be an ass… dear fucking heavens kill me now. This was all fucking pointless."
Sans rolled over onto the ground and curled into a ball.
Frisk looked up at the wall.
Wow.
"That… doesn't change the fact that you are an asshole." Frisk said after awhile.
Sans looked up.
"We've always known this though. But I guess it's nice the truth is out…though it would've been less painful if it wasn't. If we kept going. I would've realized that I was genuine, you wouldn't know a thing, we all live happily and dance in flowers. I hate myself." Sans had the tone of someone who just drove 30 miles looking for a doughnut shop that ended up being right down the block.
Frisk narrowed her eyes.
"Sans… so you wouldn't have told me anything? If that were the case?"
Sans sobered.
"… to be honest, I don't know. Heh, I missed a pun there. But… I've done that my whole life. It's just worked out better for me." Sans averted his gaze.
The fire was still crackling, and she noticed it must be magic due to the lack of firewood.
"…hmmm… hey, Sans? Back when you told me you wouldn't let me die, you… said something that's stuck with me. That you wouldn't let me make the same mistake you did. It's just bothered me. Did you… have the ability to reset, or something? No, then you would… could you explain."
Sans recoiled like he just stuck his hand in a hot flame and sat up.
"I…" his hand went to grab his upper right arm, and something about that struck Frisk as odd as well. She couldn't explain why.
She could've sworn for a second she saw a white flash, right behind him.
"I can't really explain that. No, I was never able to reset. You need DETERMINATION for that, and I'm a monster. Can't have too much of that. But I can't explain that. Just take it for as it is."
He let go of his arm.
Frisk sighed, looking down.
If I didn't know what to think before, I definitely d-
A figure caught her eye, something that seemed to be bringing her eyes back to his arm. She couldn't make it out, but it seemed… familiar, somehow.
That's when she realized that his arm looked like it was mauled by some sort of rabid animal.
"Sans! Your arm! It…"
Sans jumped and covered it.
"It's old, don't worry about it."
"It doesn't look old. The sleeves all torn, and you're hurt elsewhere. Are you su-"
"I said. Don't. Worry. About. It. Unless you want to have a bad time." To her terror, a small blue flame engulfed his left eye, while his right faded.
Frisk scrambled back.
"Okay, o-okay… I'm… sorry…"
Sans snapped back, guilty.
"I… I'm sorry. I'm just sensitive 'bout it, Kay? Hey, I saved you half a sandwich." Sans leaned over and grabbed the half of sub, holding it up.
The thought of food made Frisk feel sick.
"No… thanks. I'm not hungry."
"Hey, come on. You're going to be doing a lot of walking tomorrow, and you need food. Not to mention you still need to watch your weight after that infection. Need to keep some Meat on those bones, eh?"
Frisk growled softly.
She couldn't stop the warmth that lodged into her chest.
It made her feel that much worse.
She closed her eyes. He was honest about everything, it was time she was too.
"Sans?"
"Eat. The. Sandwich."
"Wait… I need to tell you… that even though you're- or at least weren't- my friend, I… is still missed you… really bad. I tried to fill it up with another friend, but I… I don't know if I can ever fully forgive you, but… I can't…" Frisk closed her eyes, her throat going tight.
"I can't keep doing this… even if it's not real, even if you secretly hate me… I just can't… not after…" she trailed off.
She heard the rustling of fabric.
She yelped as she was pulled without a warning. Sans brought her into a lose hug.
She could fell he was a little uncomfortable himself by the stiffness of his bones, but… she could smell the ketchup on him, as well as the weird windy scent. It reminded her of a rainy moor.
"It's okay, alright? You've got a friend now. A lazy, asshole suffer lump friend, but… hey, ya' got what ya' got, right? I'm just gonna trust that if you do find out how to reset voluntarily, you won't, okay? That's all I ask… "
Part of Frisk wanted to pull away…
But her weariness of everything won her over.
She let herself relax and she closed her eyes once again.
"Okay…"
She could feel him slowly relax with relief.
Maybe things could be fixed after all.
...
Frisk blinked wearily, sleep hanging on her eyes.
She was asleep?
She didn't remember falling asleep.
She remembered arguing over the sandwich some more after… that. That's all she could remember. All of the latest events must have left her more worn out than she thought.
She was a little chilly, the price of sleeping in the middle of a iced cave. Her tail was in max fluff mode due to the cold. Well.
She sat up, wincing at the stiffness of her back. The sleeping bag didn't do much to help anything.
She realized she was on top of the bag, with another sheet over her.
Huh.
The only sound she could hear was light snoring too her right. She recognized that snore from anywhere.
Sans…
She turned over to him, ears twitching.
He was curled up on the bare floor with his sleeping bag covering his lower half and another blanket sprawled out beside him.
Kinda defeated the purpose of the tools, didn't you? You are such a lazy ass…
She smiled and closed her eyes.
Her smile quickly faded.
Her tail began to twitch.
Yesterday… I… I killed that guy… Thorn, was it? Someone's gonna find out… and Dogamy knows who I am, he will suspect me. I'm in a lot of trouble…
Not that I shouldn't be. I killed someone. She added the last part bitterly.
How could she kill someone?
She had always thought that she could do it, that it would just happen and be over with. That once it was done it was done. But she could still see the image of the dogs twitching body, his eyes wide and glazed. Seeing nothing as his life bleed from his throat. She could still feel a weight on her soul.
She didn't like the feeling.
She grabbed her pant leg tightly.
The past is the past, even if I have the ability to reset. I can't use that ability, I've got to try my hardest not too. Because Sans said it could fail anytime. It's not fair… why do I get the ability to cheat death? It's not fair to anyone…
Her muscles tensed.
She felt a light nudge to her shoulder.
She turned, a little frightened. She became even more frightened when a pair of green eyes stared back at her.
She yelped and stumbled back, but as she did whatever it was vanished.
Frisk could hear Sans moving from where he was.
"Uuuuuuggghhhhhhhh, whhaaaaaah?"
Frisk looked at him, then at the spot where the creature just was.
Was it a Dogamy?
No, those eyes were… oddly familiar.
"Something was there! It disappeared, but it was… you're not listening, are you?" Frisk's eye twitched in annoyance.
"Mmmhm."
Frisk sighed and crossed her arms.
"You are so hopeless." She said more to herself than anybody.
"Gimme news I haven't heard." Sans groaned, sitting up. He had that stupid grin again.
Frisk huffed and ran her hand over her hair. It was stiff from the chill but not too messy. Good.
What she really needed to worry about was her tail, she realized. Looking down at it, the fur was pretty scrambled. She was sure they there were plenty knots, as she never brushed her tail- why would she? However, the messiness bothered her now.
Sans yawned from his spot, stretching. She could hear his bones crack into place.
"So, ya gonna eat the sandwich now?"
Frisk rolled her eyes. Not this again.
"Noooo. Now it's frozen solid."
"No, I stored it in the ID box."
"ID box?" Frisk tilted her head.
Sans scratched his head.
"Yeah, Inter-Dimensional Box. Got it on my phone from Alphys. It can store stuff in a small little dimensional space by scanning. S'real neat. Where'd ya think I got all this stuff, I couldn't have carried it and saved your tail." Sans motioned to the fire-kit (which had stopped burning) and the blankets and sleeping bags.
Frisk shrugged.
"Didn't think about it. That sounds really cool."
Sans leaned back against the wall.
"Yeah. Tori gave you a phone, right? You'll probably be going to Alphys's before Blizzardland, so… I'll have her install one for you."
Frisk ran her fingers over her ear.
"Thanks… what's Alphys like, anyways? She sounds like a good friend of you and Papyrus."
Sans seemed to tense a little.
"She's… an old friend. Don't talk too much anymore, me an' her. But Paps does a lot though, considering her and Undyne are pretty close. She's… real shy and nerdy. Heh, I think you two will get along just fine." Sans winked.
"I'm not nerdy…" Frisk countered.
"Say whatever to make yo'self feel better cupcakes, but I see all those books you read. Seriously, how can someone read so much?"
"How can someone sleep so much?" Frisk replied, looking away. He was right about the books…
"I go into a dormant state to prevent unneeded energy loss in the case the word falls to ruin and I am called upon to save it from destruction."
Frisk rolled her eyes and folded the blanket in her lap.
It felt… weird to be having a normal conversation with him after what happened. It was just like before, really…
Frisk shook her head.
It can't be like before. No matter how much I want it.
Sans was staring at her with those damn eyes that seemed to see past her skin every time.
"Hey… so, you wanna go soon?"
"Yeah… I guess."
"Ok. Do you wanna go the long way? Dogamy might be there. Or the short way? It's a little… rougher."
"I'll go wherever there are no killer dogs." Frisk responded bitterly.
Sans stood up.
"S'settled then. Gimme your sleeping bag and whatever else, I'll put it in the ID Box."
…
Frisk trailed a safe distance behind Sans.
She liked being behind him so she could see his every move. She felt safer that way.
However, with him, she couldn't stop to listen to the echo flowers. It was slightly irritating.
He seemed to enjoy this fact.
Eventually she had to pee.
She would never hear the end of it from Sans.
"What, did you have to mark your new territory or somethin'?"
"Sans, shut up."
"No need to get all huffy."
"I wouldn't make fun of you for needing to go to the bathroom… no matter how weird that is."
"You just did. You said it's weird."
"You know what I mean! It's kinda true and you know it, being a skeleton."
"Stop being racist to skeletons."
Frisk groaned and slapped her face.
She'd never win.
Other than that exchange, everything was quiet. Sans didn't really try talking to her that much, which she was grateful for. She basked in the silent peace, though it was different with Sans here.
But he was her ticket to getting through without being skinned, so she wasn't complaining.
Eventually they went off the main path, into a small dark path.
It was extremely hard to see. There were no lights inside. Frisk let out a small whine, grabbing the wall.
"Oh calm down. You're a wolfo, you will be fine."
Frisk bristled.
"I'm not a literal wolf! I can't see in the dark!"
Sans sighed.
"Funny how you have technically six senses and when one gets taken away you forget about all the others. It's just one piece you Lost, you've still got the rest of em' on the board."
Frisk's ears pricked.
Somehow… he made a valid point.
"I'm still nervous… what if Doga-"
"Dogamy would have trouble fitting in here with his axe. You are fine. Come on."
Frisk had no choice but to follow when Sans began walking.
She kept her hand on the wall, moving a little too fast for her liking. But she didn't want to lose Sans.
She could see almost nothing, and her only sign of Sans's presence was his footsteps and his windy scent.
It was weird, now that she thought about it. She could smell better than usual. Did something get knocked into place yesterday?
Frisk let out a sigh of relief as they came out, into a small clearing. One side was blocked by a huge sheet of ice. Judging by the worn ground, it used to be a part of the main path before being blocked off.
Off in one corner was an old statue. It was made of stone, a hooded figure with horns looking down at something it used to hold in its arms. Part of the statue seemed broken, pieces of stone scattered on the floor. There seemed to be a hole above it, shedding white light onto the stone. Snow fell from the hole, covering the statue.
The statue made her heart skip a beat. Something about it seemed… important.
She pointed at it.
"Sans, what's that?"
Sans followed her finger.
"Huh? That? That's an old statue that's been here for as long as I can remember. I dunno why. Don't even know what it is."
Sans started walking again. Frisk glanced between him and the statue before following.
Up ahead was a container filled with umbrellas. Frost clung to them like cobwebs.
Snow fell from above, covering the floor.
Frisk looked at the umbrellas, deep in thought.
Sans noticed she stopped.
"What? They're umbrellas. From forever ago when it wasn't as cold all the time."
There was a white flash by the umbrellas. It didn't startle her this time. She had the feeling it would happen…
She walked over to the container and grabbed one.
"Hold on, I'll be right back." Frisk told him before jogging back.
"Ugh, what are you doing?" Sans groaned.
She stopped by the statue, staring at it.
It's just a statue, but… I feel… this is the right thing, even if it's… silly…
Frisk lodged the umbrella in the wall by the statue and let it open.
It covered the statue, saving it from the snow.
Sans stopped beside her.
"Are you kidding me? You really are-" Sans stopped.
Frisk's eyes widened.
She turned to him.
"Do you hear that?" She asked quietly.
It was a small, twinkling sound. It sounded from the statue, and slowly turned louder.
It was a music box.
It was quiet and serene, the sound sent pleasant tingles up her spine and her scalp.
She felt her ears fall back and a smile creep into her face.
Her tail began to wag softly.
Sans let out air beside her.
"Wow… who would've ever thought… looks like your weirdness paid off, eh?"
Frisk was in a trance, and his words fell on deaf ears.
The music was… so relaxing.
She sat against the wall, utterly happy. Everything just melted away…
Sans chuckled.
"You really like that, huh? Welp, guess we've got no choice but to stay for a bit."
Sans grunted and sat beside her.
Frisk closed her eyes.
The sound was just so nice…
Sans elbowed her.
"Hey, you gonna fall asleep now? Come on, we just got up an hour ago. I'm not rubbing off on you, am I?"
Frisk ignored him.
She was feeling drowsy…
Sans sighed.
"You're not listening, are ya? Fiiiinnnneee…"
Frisk didn't try to fight the wave of comfort that came with the dark. The last thing she felt was something warm over her before she let herself fall asleep to the music box's melody.
…
There were flowers everywhere. Of all colors, a beautiful rainbow of blossoms. The grass was emerald green, soft. It was night, yet a large moon lit the world with a silver light. The stars were large and bright and brilliant in the night sky.
She was running. Grass tickled her paws and the sweet scent of the flowers bathed her muzzle.
Another wolf ran beside her, splotched with black. His tongue hang from his mouth, black and white eyes closed in happiness.
They ran and ran… never tiring. Past a moonlit stream gurgling through the field, past little twisted trees.
Eventually, they stopped. They stopped and looked up, up at the moon.
She felt a connection, a pull. She was the moon, and the moon was her.
She tipped her head back and let the howl pour from her throat, and the wolf beside her joined.
Their voices filled the night, echoing across the valley. Their voices joined them with the moon, and nothing could compare to the feeling of touching her silver surface with voice alone.
Soon, they stopped.
The wolf beside her glanced at her playfully before running, beckoning her to follow him.
She let out a yelp and burst to her feet to follow.
…
Frisk's eyes fluttered open, surprised to see the stone and snow.
She felt… funny.
The music box was still going, playing the same tune.
She smiled happily and listened to it.
I fell asleep, huh. That was… a nice dream. I was… a wolf?
She noticed there was a blanket around her shoulders.
She looked at it curiously.
Sans must've taken it out…
She looked over at the skeleton.
He was sleeping now too, looking rather peaceful. She realized she never seen that look on his face…
She scratched her ear.
I'm not the only one who likes the box, huh? Sans…
Did she already forgive him?
She had forgiven him a long time ago.
She didn't want to trust him fully, but she unconsciously acted like they were still close friends.
Frisk looked down.
I… I can't help it, I guess… and besides, he said he does care… he didn't at first, but he does now. So do I really need to worry? Why do I care about that in the first place… that's what I should be asking… why do I care so much about him caring? Hmmm…
A yawn cut off Frisk's thoughts.
She looked over slowly.
Sans was now awake.
"Hrrrrnnnn… oh, hey."
Frisk held up the corner of the blanket.
"Oh, I took it back out so you didn't freeze. You can't just fall asleep in the middle of a frozen cave, ya'know." Sans grinned.
Frisk shook her head.
"Like you should talk."
Sans took the blanket and turned, clicking his phone on.
"Hey, have sweet dreams?"
"Huh?" Frisk jumped a little.
Sans gave her the shit-eating grin.
"You seemed to be having fun. You were all twitching and smiling. You legit looked like one of those dogs running in their sleep. It was pretty funny."
Frisk pouted and looked away, frowning. Her cheeks burned.
Stupid Sans watching me in my stupid sleep well you're creepy you stupid stupid stupid…
"Calm down, clam-calm down."
Frisk burst out laughing.
"You just said clam down!"
Sans elbowed her again.
"Oh shush. This is one of the reasons I hate clams. Bleh." Sans stuck his blue tongue out.
"You hate clams?" Frisk asked.
"I hate most seafood, actually. Yuck. That shits cat food, they can have it." Sans waved his hand dismissively.
"Honestly, I think you would be used to eating anything, living with Papyrus. No offense. I'm not very picky anymore… as long as it isn't spicy or bitter… or sour… ok, maybe I am still a little picky."
"I'll eat anything other than seafood. I'll eat carrion, even. Papyrus knows better than to make seafood, with what happened last time." Sans made a face.
"I always thought you were too lazy to throw a temper tantrum." Frisk pointed out, slowly standing up.
She felt at ease and calm. That music box couldn't be normal.
Sans followed her lead and stood up as well.
"I can throw a lazy tantrum. So no seafood." Sans stretched his back.
Frisk stared at him.
"… only you would come up with lazy tantrum. I'm not gonna ask."
Sans took a few steps ahead.
"Well, up ahead is an open area. It's… kinda rough. There's a tight concentration of magic in that open area, and it sends the wind and snow wild. The winds are really, really strong, so you've gotta be ready. K?" Sans looked back at her.
Frisk shrugged.
"Sure, it's just wind."
"You'll see." Sans lead the way.
The snow was nice and calm for the next two minutes. Ice puddles were frozen on the floor. A few tiny echo flowers dotted the areas where they were safe from the snow.
Soon, Frisk noticed a sharp whistle from ahead.
The cave came to a sudden stop, but all she could see from outside was a furious white whirlwind.
"Dear god…you weren't kidding for once." Frisk muttered, staring out. The sound was overwhelming now.
"Told ya. Now, do you want to go first in case you get thrown back?"
Frisk looked over at him.
"um… I guess…"
Frisk stared at him hard.
Is he trying something?
She looked away and moved forward.
It can't be too bad… I wish I knew what he was thinking.
Frisk stepped out into the whirling snow.
She squeezed her eyes shut as the wind hit her like a truck, and she dug her feet as hard into the ground as possible. The snow slapped her face and the wind roared in her ears, causing pain.
She put her arm up in front of her, gritting her teeth.
Oh my god, it's so powerful… how can wind get this bad!?
Even breathing was difficult. She took in a short, small breath before trying to take a step.
Unfortunately, she lost her balance and was thrown back.
Frisk squeaked and prepared to hit hard stone…
She was caught by a pair of warm arms instead.
"Shit… hold on, back we go."
Frisk could feel his rib cage against her head as Sans pulled her back and set her on the ground, away from the wind.
Frisk sat up, rubbing her ear and cheeks.
"Oooowww…"
Sans looked at her skeptically.
"I told you. See why I asked if you wanted me to go behind you?"
Frisk opened her right eye.
"Yeah… t-thanks…"
"Alright, new plan. I'll go first, since I've done this before. You stay as close behind me as possible and hold my arm. That way some of the wind is blocked and you won't fall back."
Frisk raised an eyebrow.
"You… want me too…"
Sans realized and gained a blue to his cheekbones. He averted his gaze.
"Arm. Not hand. If you try to even touch my hand I'm leaving you behind." He said hastily.
Frisk blinked.
"Wow, am I really that repulsive? Jeez…"
Sans was still avoiding eye contact.
Frisk ginned slyly.
"You know, I'm sure Rocky wouldn't have a problem with me holding his hand…"
Sans jumped and looked at her.
"That dog? No. He can die"
His expression was unreadable.
Frisk was curious.
" Why?"
"Cause. "
"Sans, why-"
"We are leaving." Sans stood up quickly and moved back towards the entrance.
Frisk looked at his back.
Never seen that expression. He must have something against him.
Frisk followed.
"Alright, here." Sans offered his left arm.
Frisk hesitated.
"I don't know…"
"Frisk, I don't bite… well, I do, but I won't bite you. I know you aren't thrilled with me but come one, it's fine. If you wanna get outta here you're gonna have to touch something living."
Frisk glared at him.
"I just like personal space, Stars forbid."
She grabbed a hold of his arm. She forgot he was a skeleton and was surprised when most of the fabric succumbed to her touch, until she remembered. She could feel the bone underneath.
"Alright, ready?"
"Yeah…"
Sans walked forward and grunted when the wind hit.
Frisk closed her eyes and flattened her ears as much as she could.
Sans was moving forward with difficulty, she could tell.
"S'lot harder… than… I… remember… I need to work my lazy ass some more…" he seemed to be panting more to himself than anyone, but Frisk could still hear over the wind with how close she was pressed to him.
She got a rush of fear.
What if they got lost? She couldn't see a thing when she opened her eyes.
The wind hurt her ears…
She didn't like this.
She pressed closer against Sans, squeezing her eyes shut and relying on touch alone to move forward.
It feels like we've been here forever, what if we got lost? I don't wanna be lost…
Frisk swallowed thickly.
Suddenly, they tumbled into the cave once again.
"Whew, it's done. Wow, it's been awhile… I really have gone rusty." Sans was huffing, and she noticed sweat on his skull.
He stood still for a few heartbeats before turning to her.
"Are… you gonna get off? I thought you didn't want to be near me."
Frisk blinked the snow from her eyes and jumped back.
"Oh, sorry!"
"O….Kay… well, we're almost through. There's just one more thing ahead we've gotta get past."
Sans turned and started walking.
Frisk brushed snow off of her ears and followed. They ached, but it was already going away.
"So… thank you… Sans… I… you've really been helping me…" Frisk said when she caught up.
"Don't thank me. I owe you after all that shit."
Frisk's ears twitched. The floor was no longer snowy, but the ice was thicker.
"No… no you don't… you've already saved my life twice. Not to mention I hurt you too." Frisk looked down.
"Well, I guess it's cause we're… friends? Wolves? I dunno. Remember what I said, cause I ain't repeating it."
"Wolves?"
"Moon-bloods, wolves, yeah. Wolves are usually in packs, yes? So it makes sense that we're drawn to one another. Safety in packs."
"Oh…" Frisk went silent.
"Speaking of wolves, there's something real cool above this hill." Sans said, pointing.
Frisk looked up the small hill, briefly wondering what was on the other side.
Her mind was more occupied with what he just said.
Wolves… is that why I can't be mad at him? But… I wonder… is that the only reason he cares now? No… he said… he said he was being honest, and that he really, genuinely cares. Whether its foolish to believe him, I have to believe him. For my own sake.
As they climbed the hill, Frisk noticed a yellow and blue light from up ahead.
As they reached the top, she saw where it was coming from.
It was a large gray stone plate placed in the wall. In the middle was a deep blue orb. Surrounding it was a drawing of two wolves, one on top and one on bottom. The seemed to be leaping, muscular bodies stretched and mouths wide open ready to engulf what was in front of them. In front of one- the yellow wolf- was a sun, and in front of the blue wolf was a moon. They glowed strongly, and lines stretched from their bodies and marked the rock slate.
She could sense an aura of old wisdom, a feeling of mystic coming from the rock. The drawings were drawn in an old, mythological style, but it seemed like the wolves could leap forward any minute.
Frisk stared in wonder, eyes wide.
Sans looked over at her briefly.
"That. Is the cool thing. It's called a howling door. The drawing on it is based off of an old Norse myth. The orb in the middle represents the earth. The Norse myth says that two Wolves run around it, one chasing the sun and one chasing the moon. It says that when one of the wolves devour their target, an eclipse happens."
"That's… cool…" Frisk said, staring at the drawing.
I need to read up on that, that sounds interesting.
"There are a few places around the underground with these, they were made by the king. Usually in places that are dangerous for the general public, or in his own castle to prevent unauthorized personnel from entering wherever. This was put here to keep kids and stuff from going through from the other side and going into the windstorm back there." Sans explained.
"So… we can't go further?" Frisk asked.
Sans turned to her.
"If that was the case, we wouldn't have gone this way. Only those with a wolves howl can get through. He gives Royal guard members little chips with voice recordings of his own voice to get in."
Frisk tilted her head in confusion.
"So, you have one."
"No."
"… so we can't get through. Unless we can get one around here."
Sans sighed.
"Think."
Frisk bristled in annoyance.
"I did! We need a voice chip, right? But we don't have one."
Sans shook his head.
"You're just like everyone else. Humans, monsters… they all look to the sky. They try so hard to fly, yet they don't have any wings- figuratively. But we have legs, why not run instead of dreaming of flight?"
Frisk was quiet for a few moments. That didn't make sense... Nor did it sound like Sans.
"…huh?"
Sans chuckled.
"You don't need a voice chip. You can howl on your own."
"What?! No, I'm not a dog."
Sans grinned at her.
"Don't need to be. You're a wolf."
Frisk rolled her eyes.
"I'm a human."
"With the soul of a wolf. You can growl. You can yelp and bark. You don't need to dream of flying when you have what you need right now. You can howl."
"But, wh… okay, say I can. How the hell do I do it? Not to mention… if all Moon-bloods can howl, why don't you do it!" Frisk pointed at him.
Sans looked away.
"I, uh… have a sore throat?"
"I'm not stupid. You do it."
"Nope."
Frisk growled and cracked her knuckles.
Sans glanced down at them.
"I ain't stoppin' ya, but you'll probably hurt your hand more than me if you go down that route."
Frisk groaned and slumped over.
"I don't know how to hooooowwwwlll."
Sans took a step closer. He was getting far too much enjoyment out of this.
"Just go awrrrooo."
"STOP MOCKING ME!" Frisk snapped.
"Well, it's funny. It's like a bird that can't chirp." Sans teased.
"…I hate you."
"Tsk tsk, its not nice to lie." Sans said in a chiding tone.
Frisk's eye twitched.
"Wow, you're really annoyed. Your eyes are doing the dark thing again." Sans pointed out with a knowing smile.
Frisk didn't respond.
"Alright, alright. Look, you take a deep breath, and let it gather in your chest. Then you think of the sound, and let it come out. It's simple." Sans pointed at his own chest.
Frisk narrowed her eyes.
"How do you do that? You're a skeleton."
"Magic."
Frisk didn't take her eyes off of him.
"… I'll try it if you do it."
"No."
"Well, I guess we sit here." Frisk plopped on the ground.
Sans threw his hands in the air.
"Are you kid-ing me? You're acting really childish."
"You are! You won't help!" Frisk crossed her arms.
Sans let out a long groan.
"Ffffffffiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnneeeeeeee. I'll do it. As long as you do it."
Frisk jumped to her feet.
"Yay!"
Sans stared at the rock, looking less than thrilled.
"Ok. Inhale, and let go on the count of three."
Frisk took in air. She felt… awkward.
"One. Two. Three!"
"…"
Neither of them howled. Frisk turned to Sans.
"I knew you would do that!" Frisk yelled.
"You shouldn't be talking, you did it too." Sans countered.
"Errr…" Frisk couldn't fight that.
"Alright, let's try it again. Remember, imagine you're a wolf. Imagine the sound, then just make it. It's not hard."
Says you….
Frisk took in air and closed her eyes.
I don't wanna do this…but… I have to… imagine I'm a wolf… imagine the howl… think… about the howl…
She was brought back to her dream, where she was a wolf in the beautiful moonlit field, touching the silver moon with voice alone.
She remembered that.
She could suddenly feel it again, and it felt real.
Maybe I can….
"One… two… three-"
Frisk tilted her head back and let the sound pour out.
She was startled when what came out was indeed a howl.
It made her throat shake as it left her and stretched out into the night air. She could hear a howl beside her, but the two notes soon coiled into one.
She was back in the grass, back in the flowers. That sound, that powerful music made her feel like she really could touch the moon. She was no longer trapped underground, she was alive. She was touching the moon.
The stone slate grumbled and it slowly moved upward, opening the path, but she didn't notice.
She kept the sound going as long as she could, those few moments pure paradise.
Eventually, she ran out of breath and her howl died off, and she was left coughing and sucking in breath.
Sans kept going a little longer, probably because he had more practice. He soon quieted as well.
Frisk's heart was racing.
That was amazing!
Sans didn't seem out of breath at all.
"Welp, there ya go. It wasn't that bad, wa-"
Frisk leaped over and wrapped her arms around him, burying her head into his chest.
"ahs…. It…" Sans sounded extremely confused.
Frisk giggled and looked up at him, smiling. Her tail was wagging.
"That was awesome!"
Sans swallowed and looked off to the side. Whether the blue on his cheeks was from a blush or from the blue on the wall she didn't know- nor care.
"Uh… yeah… I guess… what happened to the personal space bit?"
Frisk buried her head in his chest once more before breaking away and skipping through the new opening.
"…. Okaaaayyy…. Weird." Sans said before following her.
Her excitement slowly wore off as they went on. The following passage was rather dull and dark, and colder than before.
As they rounded a corner, an exit came in sight.
The white light lit up the floor, and she jumped in joy.
All the jumping hurt her leg, but whatever.
I can finally leave this stuffy cavern!
She jogged up to the entrance and waited for Sans. He didn't move a bit faster.
"Do you really have to move fast? Come on, I don't like moving. Too much energy wasted." He looked… happy too. Happier than usual. His smile seemed to have no weight to it.
"The world isn't ending yet, so you can afford to waste a little." Frisk rolled jokingly.
She stepped out into the open, Sans close behind.
The light was a little blinding, and she had to squint at first.
They were right beside a cliff, that started out not too steep, but suddenly dropped away into a deep ravine. It was clear, and she could see a large structure looming ahead.
The snow was pretty deep on the sides of the path, but it was shoveled away in the middle. A variety of footprints were left in the trampled snow.
"Thank the stars, that was starting to feel like eternity." Frisk said, stretching.
Sans looked over
"you seem pretty happy."
Frisk turned to him.
"Talk for yourself."
Frisk froze.
Sans raised a brow, his smile wavering.
"What? Somethin' wrong?"
A pair of familiar eyes glared from the shadows behind Sans, harsh. She could see the glint of light off of steel.
"Traitor!"
Frisk's body didn't wait for her to think.
She pushed herself forward, shoving Sans down. She caught only a quick glimpse of his eye sockets, wide and black.
Then Dogamy's black hood filled her vision as he buried his fangs into the sensitive part between her neck and shoulder.
Frisk cried out, staggering. Dogamy was much bigger than her, and she couldn't hold him and herself up at the same time.
Frisk tried desperately to keep her footing, but her heart lost all weight as she stepped out into thin air.
She cried out again as she felt herself falling over the edge of the cliff. Dogamy let out a bark, but didn't take his teeth from her shoulder.
"Frisk!" She heard Sans call, but it was too late.
They both began rolling down the side, sharp rocks and ice digging into Frisk's body. She clawed at the dog latched onto her, and she bit him back in desperation, trying everything to get him off.
They rolled off of the steep drop, and they started falling.
Before she could cry out her body slammed against something and came to a stop, the impact throwing Dogamy off of her.
Frisk didn't move for a few seconds, trembling. She could feel hot blood from her shoulder, the wound sending deep cuts of pain through her whole upper body.
She pulled herself up slowly, panting. She grabbed the wound, trying to stop the bleeding.
Frisk looked around.
It was a flat rock that jutted out from the cliff side.
Oh thank god… I could have died… where's Dogamy?!
Frisk shot to her feet.
He must've been thrown off when I hit!
Frisk stumbled over to the edge, falling to her knees.
Dogamy was holding onto a rock very close below, snarling.
He caught sight of her and barked, his feet scraping uselessly against the rock.
Frisk hesitated, staring into his rage filled eyes.
You… you hate me… so much… and you scare me… you scare me senseless… you tried to hurt Sans.
Frisk felt her eyes burn with anger and her lip go up.
But… you're mad because you're hurt, aren't you? You lost someone close to you… you… Dammit! I can't leave you to die, no matter how much… I've already killed someone, I can't do it again!
Frisk growled to herself and reached out, offering her hand.
Dogamy snapped at it.
"I don't need your help!" He snarled.
Frisk drew her hand back a little, looking down at Dogamy.
"If you don't put this aside you'll die." She said bluntly.
Dogamy's muzzle scrunched up.
"So why do you care! So you can kill me yourself?! I'll have none of it! I'll be with my wife again!"
Frisk shook her head.
"And you think she'd want that? I get it, you've lost someone. Someone's hurt you. But that doesn't mean everyone is bad! You have no idea how hard it is to not let you fall, so just grab my damn hand already!" Frisk snapped, reaching down once again.
Dogamy's eyes widened.
He was still for a few moments… before reaching up for her hand.
Frisk grunted as the weight started to pull her forward. She dug her knees into the light snow on the rock and pulled with all her might, her shoulder screaming at her to stop. Dogamy was pulled up a little bit, enough so he could grab the rock himself.
Frisk gave one last pull, pulling him over, before letting herself fall back and scramble away.
Dogamy huffed and pulled himself over the edge, looking down.
Frisk caught her breath on the other side, never taking her eyes off of the dog.
Please… please don't fight anymore… because I'll be pretty damn pissed.
"Frisk! Frisk, are you there?!"
Frisk looked up after hearing Sans's voice. She almost didn't recognize it at first, with how desperate it sounded.
Frisk stood up and waved her hands.
"Here!"
Sans must have made his way down the less steep part, as he was now peering over the drop. He seemed smaller now.
Dogamy stood and grunted.
Sans caught sight of her.
"Frisk! I'm gonna pull you up with my magic! Hold on!"
She could see his eye flash blue as his magic activated, then felt her soul be pulled upward.
It was a little uncomfortable, but it would do.
Sans pulled her up slowly and set her down beside him.
"I know you probably don't want to… but get Dogamy too."
Sans looked at her with skepticism mixed with anger, but he turned back over and started to pull Dogamy up.
He did Dogamy much faster than he did her.
Frisk started moving up the side of the hill, using her good hand to keep a grip on something solid to make sure she didn't slide back down.
Sans followed behind, making sure to put himself between her and Dogamy.
Once they reached the top, Sans rushed over to her.
"Are you ok? Where'd he get you?" He was looking anxiously at her neck.
Frisk tilted her head and winced. The coat around it was soaked in crimson. It made her feel sick, but she was oddly used to seeing her own blood now.
"Here." She pointed.
Sans moved in, looking intently at it.
He sighed in relief.
"Good. I was scared he got your throat, or an important blood vessel in there. It's pretty bad but it doesn't look life-threatening. Frisk…"
Sans pulled back a little, making eye contact. His eye lights were big, and his face crinkled with confusion and… regret? She felt him rest his hand lightly on her upper arm.
Frisk could hardly stand to look into his eyes like this…
"Why… did you do that?"
Frisk sighed and closed her eyes, sporting a small, amused smile.
"This is pretty cliché when you think about it."
"Frisk… " sans didn't sound too amused.
Her smile faded, and her ears fell back.
"Okay, I'm sorry. I didn't really… think. I just moved. Instinct. Maybe cause you're my friend, even if I'm not yours." She looked away.
She heard Sans swallow.
Dogamy cleared his throat.
"Sorry to break up the… heart to heart, but I have a question. Why are you betraying us and running about with a human, judge? Why the change of heart." Dogamy's eyes went dark.
Sans turned to face him, his right eye light fading.
"I dunno, why do you want to kill someone innocent?" He answered stiffly.
"I never thought I'd see you beside a live human. When did you change your mind? " Dogamy responded.
"Maybe you should mind your business and realize this human is fine. " Sans glanced at her.
Dogamy bared his teeth.
"All humans are trash! Savages!"
"If that's so, wouldn't I have pushed you off the edge?" Frisk pointed out.
Dogamy opened his mouth then looked away.
"I know that your past experiences with us have been… hurtful. But you have to understand. Nothing is black or white. No single person, or a race of people, can be all good or all bad. That goes for you monsters too. We all lose people, but what's the point of blaming others when we could all move forward and make something from it?" Frisk looked over at Sans.
"Why try to fly without wings when you have so much more?"
The "fly vs. Run" thing was from Wolf's rain, I suggest you check it out!