It snowed! Yay! I'm so happy to see the snow! Now for mOre snOw bitches!
The snow was falling faster and faster. Everything was a thick sheet of white, and Frisk was having trouble walking through the thick snow. Her feet dragged from weariness.
Sans had pushed her onward after she had calmed down a decent bit. She had tried to stay to see if they could help with anything, but he said there was nothing they could do but move on and try to get to the next shortcut.
Storm was tucked tightly against her neck, shivering. Despite his thick, fluffy fur, the tiny kitten was beginning to get cold. Frisk shared his predicament.
She wondered silently if Sans was having the same issue. She could definitely feel the temperature difference out here, and without her coat she was in trouble.
Blizzardland was pretty bland. Just snow, snow, and more snow. Frisk didn't know if she wanted to see much else. After all that, she wasn't up to anything.
She felt like something was wrong. Sans's lights were small and dim, and he didn't even look at her. Maybe he was spooked from earlier? She had trouble remembering what the cloaked figure had said, due to panic. He had saved Sans though, so why was he so bothered?
Eventually, after endless walking, Sans froze.
"…Sans?" Her throat was still sore.
He swallowed and grabbed his right arm. A common nervous gesture of his, she had learned.
"…Frisk… after this… we'll just have to go past the core and you'll be…" Sans was trailing off. He was staring straight ahead.
"I'll be where? What's wrong, Sans?" Frisk's voice was a whimper.
"You… you'll be able to go back…" Sans's voice was shaking.
"Back?" At first Frisk didn't understand, but after a second or two realization hit her hard.
She would be able to go back to the surface.
"Th-that soon?" Frisk didn't know what to think. This entire time she had been trying to get out, but… why?
She felt the tug in her chest. Her soul was leading her to the surface, to the moon and the sky.
I wonder… does Sans have the same feeling too?
Sans shook his head slowly, as realization hit him too. His eyes were wide and dark, darker than the land they walked in.
"You'll go…or he'll get you…you'll be gone.."
Frisk swallowed. Storm seemed to know something was awry and mewed softly.
"Sans, hold up..."
Sans backed up. He was suddenly looking like a frightened animal… maybe that wasn't so far from the truth.
"No… no!" His voice was halfway between a growl and a whine. He was shaking his head more furiously.
"Sans, wait. I won't-"
"No! I can't bring you there!" He backed away more, and Frisk tried taking a step towards him. But her foot sunk too far into the rough snow and she yelped as she fell over. Storm cried out and dug his claws into her shoulder.
She heard running footsteps through the snow.
Frisk shot up as fast as she could, wincing at the burning of the cold and the sting of her still raw injuries. Sans was running away into the snowstorm, his figure quickly disappearing.
"Sans! Wait!" Frisk reached out. Storm shook snow from his fur.
She realized it was starting to get darker. It was going to be night soon.
Frisk felt her eye twitch with anger. He just abandoned me!
At the same time she was worried. Whatever had driven him to flee like that… he probably didn't think about the fact he was leaving her alone in the snow storm.
Frisk stood up with a grunt. Storm's paws clutched her shoulder tightly.
You're a goddamn jerk for leaving me here, but I need to find you anyways. I don't want to be alone…
Frisk started running in the direction Sans had went despite her weariness.
She felt horribly vulnerable without him. She couldn't see much of anything but snow. The wind was picking up, throwing both the falling and already existing snow around. This made it much harder to follow his tracks. Frisk wrapped her arms around herself and shivered.
Storm was hiding under her hair, trying to stay as warm as possible.
"Sans! Sans, can you hear me?" She called.
Why do I have to call for you twice in one day?!
Frisk felt a new bout of worry as she remembered he was also hurt in the train wreck. Not too badly- and he wasn't showing much sign of injury before- but he was still hurt.
As the sky got darker and darker, Frisk got more desperate. Her stomach wormed with anxiety and the blood roared in her ears.
Her voice was getting raw. Her ears also ached from the wind. They weren't as sharp as Sans's (ear holes, anyways) but they were sensitive. Even the soft fur couldn't protect the tender insides. Plus, one of them was already injured.
Storm was pawing at her scarf, probably trying to get in.
Frisk stopped, huffing. Her breath pooled out in front of her.
Where was she even going?
Frisk felt tears sting her eyes.
Was she going to freeze to death out here?
Suddenly, there was a howl. It was quiet at first, but rose in volume steadily. Her ears instinctively pricked, and she recognized it immediately. Storm cowered against her st the sound and shivered.
It cut off after reaching its top volume. Frisk started running, the howl still echoing through the air.
It's Sans! He must've realized… or he must have gotten lost himself.
Frisk kept running, getting a little uncertain after having lost the sound. Soon, a small rocky ledge came in view, and the rocks created an overhang decently sheltered from the storm.
She noticed a figure huddled against the rock.
"Sans!"
He looked up, jumping slightly. His eyes widened at the sight of her.
"F-Frisk?"
She closed the rest of the distance and stopped in front of him, panting.
"Why did you run off, you asshole! I almost… thought I was going… don't do they again…" Frisk shuddered with fear.
Sans looked down, pulling his legs closer to his body.
"I know… I'm sorry. I just got… really panicked. I didn't think."
Frisk huffed and sat down beside him, frowning as her butt touched the snow. Sans had made a little hallowed spot to sit in.
"I figured. You don't seem to think when it counts. Anyways, what was that about?"
Sans looked away.
"…"
Frisk blinked. Storm jumped from her shoulder onto her lap.
"Sans? You said something about me leaving… I haven't really thought about that… I don't think I'm ready, so soon…" She looked down at Storm. He was pawing her stomach, eyeing it. It must have growled. She hadn't eaten anything since leaving Alphys's.
Sans stayed quiet.
Frisk felt like helpless trash.
He must not want me to go… he must… he really does care, doesn't he?
Frisk swallowed, feeling tears swell again.
"Sans… I won't leave just yet. I won't go on for a little while once we get to MTT, if it makes you feel better. I don't have to be in a rush. It's not like anyone's waiting for me…"
Sans slowly glanced over at her. He didn't look appeased.
"Frisk, It's not just that. I-" Sans stopped.
Storm looked up, and his fur prickled.
Frisk strained her ears. She grabbed Storm protectively.
There was loud, savage barking. It sounded almost like coyotes, but deeper.
"Shit!" Sans shot up. He grabbed her arm and tugged.
She got to her feet as fast as she could, but the second she did Sans started pulling her away.
"Sans, what-"
"There's a wild pack of dogs out here. And trust me, you don't want to meet them. They're starving and extremely vicious. They're so desperate they will attack anything! Hurry up!"
Frisk started moving her legs faster, trying to keep up with Sans. He was better at moving in the snow than her. The barking and snarling was louder now, and she could hear countless paws crunching in the snow.
Frisk felt a stab of fear.
"We can't outrun a pack of dogs out here!"
Sans tugged her along harder.
"If we keep moving they may not attack. They don't like attacking running targets!" Sans shouted above the sound of the wind and dogs. It was completely dark now, not that she could see much past the snow.
She held Storm closer.
What are we going to do?
Sans came to a sudden stop, and she ran into him.
"What are you doing?!"
"Clever bastards…" Sans was staring straight ahead.
She followed his gaze.
Large figures were sulking towards them, bony shoulders visible in their silhouettes. Frisk swallowed, trembling.
They must have come from two other directions.
Frisk looked around frantically.
They were coming in from all sides. There were dogs of all different shapes and colors, most long furred. They were all covered in scars. She could see their ribs and bones poking through skin and fur, and cruel teeth were curled in snarls as they approached.
Frisk put her back against Sans's, her heart pounding.
They were surrounded.
She held Storm closer. The kitten pressed his head against her chest, and she could feel his heartbeat against her own.
Sans's body rumbled with a snarl.
These weren't the monster dogs. They were true wild dogs, driven mad by hunger and isolation.
Frisk's tail tucked between her legs.
"Sans…"
"We're gonna have to fight. They aren't going to get off of us…" she couldn't see his face, but she caught a glimpse of blue flame from her peripheral vision.
The dogs looked closer.
Then they froze, fur rippling in the wind.
She felt Sans press closer to her.
"Stay close. They're probably going to try to separate-"
There was a rough bark and the dogs sprang forward like catapults.
Frisk yelped and jumped back, one arm wrapped around Storm.
What am I going to do? I can't fight them and protect Storm!
A large brown dog came barreling towards her first, and leaped into the air, jaws wide open.
Frisk ducked under it, only to be attacked by another dog. She swiped at it with her free hand, scratching its nose with her claw-nails.
Pain flared up in her leg as a pair of jaws clamped down on them.
Frisk screeched and turned, trying to get the dog on her leg. Another dog- a stocky black one- leaped from the side and onto her back, throwing her to the ground.
Storm squirmed from her weakened grasp and fled, but she didn't have time to notice. Frisk kicked and twisted around, grabbing the dogs leg with her teeth. She bit down as hard as she could, her fangs cutting through the flesh and meeting bone. Blood gushed from the wound, the metallic taste meeting her tongue.
The dog yelped and jumped off her. She sprung up and snapped at it, making it stumble away further.
She could feel hot blood dribbling down her chin.
If I'm fighting dogs, I may as well fight like one.
Frisk leaped at the black dog, swiping at its eyes. She hit home, and the dog screeched before running off, leaving a trail of blood.
Frisk jumped to the side as more dogs came forward, and she slammed her shoulder into the nearest. She was turning back and forth, slashing and snapping to keep them away. She still wasn't doing very well, and she could tell the dogs were waiting for her to tire before going in for real strikes.
Without warning there was a loud roar, followed by a chorus of yelps.
Frisk looked over.
Sans had summoned one of his skull monsters. It shot blue from its mouth, which had unhinged. Blue fire curled around Its fangs and jaw.
Frisk could see many dogs lying lifeless on the ground, bones sticking out of them. The snow was stained red, appearing black in the dark.
Frisk didn't have time to evaluate more as one of the dogs came forward and bit her arm.
Frisk yelped and kneed it, then tackled it over. It's claws scratched her shoulder, but she didn't pay notice as she grabbed its ear with her fangs and pulled.
The dog let out an unholy howl as it's ear was torn apart.
The sound scared the other dogs around her and they fled, along with the injured dog.
Frisk stood up.
Sans had many more of the dogs than she did.
She ran over to help him, but realized it wasn't really needed.
He had two of the skulls now. They shot at dogs while he wrestled with another, burying his teeth into its throat and killing it.
Most of the dogs were fleeing now, their numbers severely dwindled. The rest were taken down by his bones or incinerated by the blaster skulls.
Frisk noticed with a pang of concern Sans had a few scratches and bites. She was sure the blood on him mostly wasn't his, though.
there was no doubt he fought to kill.
It scared her a little, how deadly he could be. It was in a way different from any other monsters. Even deadlier than Uno.
Frisk swallowed.
As the last of the dogs ran with it's tail between its legs, Frisk padded over to Sans, panting.
He was panting to. His shoulders drooped and he was almost hunched over, legs locked shoulder width apart.
"Sans, are you okay?" Frisk asked, stopping beside him.
He straightened.
"Yeah." His eyes scanned her. "You held well. You're learning."
"I just didn't feel like dying today." Frisk huffed. He was right. She only had a couple injuries after being attacked by a pack of dogs and being in a train crash. And nothing was serious. For once.
Sans's eyes stopped at her chest, and she felt like she was missing something important.
His voice was tense and slow. "Where's the cat?"
It took Frisk a few moments to absorb the question, her eyes slowly widening.
Her ears flattened as a rush of panic over took her.
She started trembling.
"Oh no… no no no… Storm… Storm ran away near the beginning! Oh no no-"
Frisk turned around and started running back to where she was fighting, horrible fear and pain hitting her heart.
He couldn't have escaped the dogs, he couldn't-
Frisk looked around the area frantically. Her head was running at a million miles an hour, and she didn't realize she had started crying.
"Storm?! Storm?! Please don't be dead… please don't be dead…"
Sans had run up beside her. She couldn't process his hand on her shoulder in her panic.
"Frisk. Maybe it's better if we go back to the rocks from before?"
Frisk pulled away.
"No! I need to find Storm!"
"Frisk…"
Frisk covered her eyes with her arm. She knew why he wanted her to go back.
If I find him most likely he'll be torn up and dead…. No…
Frisk sunk into the snow, hysterically crying, heavy sobs shaking her chest.
Why me?! Why… Storm… Why?! I want him back…
Sans was trying to gently usher her back towards the rocks. The wind had picked up but she didn't care. The feeling of her heart being torn apart was all she knew.
Eventually Sans got her back, and she just curled up under the overhang and continued sobbing, her tail wrapping around herself tightly. Everything else fogged and her stomach lurched.
Sans crouched beside her, and she could feel his hand gently on her back.
"I'll be right back, okay? Stay here, alright?"
Frisk curled up tighter. She just wanted to be left alone.
I don't want to be here anymore…
She couldn't hear Sans's footsteps. All she could hear was the pounding in her ears.
…
(Sans POV)
That. damn. cat.
How could someone be so upset over a little vermin?
Still, Sans could feel his soul being torn in two at the sound of Frisk's desperate crying. He couldn't stand it. He didn't know how he could be so hurt by just the sound…
Maybe that's what she had felt back at the train wreck. Back then it had just been distant crying, but now it was the pain of the person he held almost as dear as Papyrus.
"How come all this shits gotta happen in one day?" Sans grumbled, limping through the blizzard.
Sans didn't feel the greatest, though he knew he could feel much worse. Most of all he was just tired. His eyes felt heavy, and so did his feet.
He knew the cat was probably dead. The dogs would have caught it and torn it to shreds. WHat he was worried about was Frisk finding the cat mutilated beyond recognition.
He didn't know much of what he could do. He couldn't bring it back to life, or anything. But...
He just wanted her to stop crying.
After all, this was all his fault.
She's never going to stay here with you now. You fucked it all up.
He had run away. Abandoned her. In the middle of probably the most dangerous place in the underground.
All because he was selfish and had a little bit of a mental breakdown.
He knew why she wanted to go. She felt the same tug he did. The desire to be under the moon. To feel the wind, to howl at the stars. He had never seen it himself, but he dreamed of it. But he had given up a long time ago.
He knew he would have to let go. But how could he let go if he still hadn't let go of anything else?
She was the only one who could fix you. And you fucked it all up. How's that feel, old pal? How's it feel to let down yet another person? He asked himself.
Sans closed his eyes, grinning ironically.
God, wasn't he pathetic?
He had hated humans. So bitterly. Now he sort of understood his father a bit more.
And maybe why his father was so bitter too.
He lost one, just like you are going to.
It was either she got through, or that damn king kill her. He had been mocking him before, really.
He remembered what felt like so long ago- though it was only long ago enough for him to still be a teenager- when they would hang out. The king was Sans's only friend back then, really. When the rest of the world hated him (it still kinda did.). Little had he known he was hanging out with the future king.
Funny.
The sound of barking shook Sans from his thoughts.
Are they really coming back for more? I'll kill the damn-
As he got closer, he realized the dogs weren't after him.
There were two of them, digging and snarling at the ground. There was a tiny hole there, wormed between the cracks of snow covered rocks.
Sans felt a leap in his chest.
Are they after…
Sans snarled and let himself bark at the dogs. He was more than capable of the sound with his wolf blood, and it sounded much more threatening from him.
The dogs didn't notice though, and kept pawing hungrily at the ground.
Sans shook his head and leaped without hesitation, burying his teeth into one of the dogs necks. He bit down and felt bone crack under his teeth, sending a shivering feeling down his own spine.
The dog went limp before it realized what was happening.
In a flash, the other was on the ground, bones sticking from it.
"Go to hell." Sans growled grudgingly at the corpses before turning to the hole.
He peered inside.
Little blue eyes stared back.
Sans didn't know if he should be happy or disappointed.
The kitten was here. He was crouched in the furthest corner of the crack, fur puffed up like if would protect him. Back arched and paws spread apart.
The kitten came bounding towards him as soon as it saw him. Sans groaned and shoved it away as it tried to leap on him.
"Ugh, stay away, you ugly fleabag."
Storm tilted his little head, eyes wide, before trying again, meowing and purring.
"Why the fu- err... why do you like me?!" Sans asked.
He had a feeling Frisk would yell at him if he cursed to her cat. She had done it before.
Sans glared at the feline.
"You stole my human. I hate you."
"Mew!" Storm rubbed his head against Sans's chest.
"She likes you better. You're cute. You're fluffy. I'm hairless and bony and messed up looking… heh." Sans snorted.
Storm stared up at him cluelessly.
"Just like Rocky. Rocky's cute. Rocky's nice. Rocky's not an asshole. She likes Rocky more than me. Everyone likes Rocky more than me. No one likes Sans, noooo." Sans started rambling.
Storm gave him an odd look. Almost like he was saying, "why are you talking like that, I don't understand."
Sans took the question to mind.
Why was he jealous?
Sans flinched.
No. I'm not jealous. It's just a human. I can't be attracted to a damn human. No. That's so wrong and weird and no. No. Well, I guess that's how I was made… Gaster had the same predicament. Does that make it better? Eh, no. That guy was a fucking lunatic. Who the hell would agree to make children with him, anyways?!
Sans shuddered.
He looked down at Storm.
"I'd better get the little hairball back. You really upset my human, you know. Don't do that."
Storm blinked.
It was almost like he said "your human? My human!"
Sans chuckled and shook his head.
Why was he imagining talking cats now?
"I'm losing it. Well, I have been losing it. Either way, my human. I met her first. Mine. Now, do I really have to touch you to get you back."
Storm presented his answer by curling up on his chest.
Sans started mumbling curses as he was forced to pick the kitten up and carry it back.
You are such a damn handful. You are the only person besides Paps who I would do this for. Be fuckin' grateful, Frisk. Be grateful.
…
(Frisk POV)
Frisk was shivering. Not just from the pain in her chest and the weak sobs, but from the cold as well.
The hysterical crying had died down to a few broken sobs. Her throat hurt and her eyes felt puffy. Her head hurt horribly.
She just wanted to disappear.
She stared at the wall of rock blankly, unfocused.
She didn't process footsteps crunching through the snow.
"Hey." Sans said, gently.
Frisk didn't acknowledge him.
Sans moved closer.
"Hey. Frisk." He shook her lightly.
Leave me alone.
Frisk covered her head with her arms.
"Come on. Don't give me the cold shoulder. Ice got a present for ya."
Something warm was deposited on her side.
She recognized those paws.
Frisk's eyes shot open, and she was completely still for a few seconds, unable to believe.
"St-storm?"
The kitten jumped off and was now in her face, pawing at her and meowing.
Frisk felt an unbearable rush of happiness.
"STORM!"
She scooped the kitten up, crying again.
She started sobbing again as well, but it was from a completely different reason. She started babbling inaudible lines of words, hugging the kitten close.
I though it was the last time I'd see you… oh my god I'm so happy…
"You're welcome. I need to bleach myself after touching that thing."
Frisk turned to Sans, eyes wide.
"Sans… you found him… you really…"
Frisk flung herself at Sans, hugging him tightly. Storm protested at being thrown between them.
"Hey, hey, give me some warning! I couldn't really do much else. I could've eaten him, I guess, but… I was already fed up with your crying. I don't think you would want any Asian takeout."
Frisk huffed and pushed his head playfully.
"You're such an ass."
"Heh, true." Sans pulled away and rested his back against the wall. Frisk noticed he looked tired. Frisk sat back with him, keeping a tight grip on Storm. She never wanted to let him out of her sight again.
"I found him in a little hole between some rocks. Two mutts were trying to get at him, but they couldn't get in. You're real lucky, y'know. That's a chance in a million. If he hadn't found that hole he would've been torn apart. That's what I was scared of you finding, before. As much as I hate him, I didn't want you to see him dead. And, I sorta understand how you felt before, I guess."
"What?" Frisk asked, confused.
Sans closed his eyes. The snow swirled outside.
"When you said you can't stand crying. I didn't get it at first. I was like, "but it's other people. Not you, not anyone close to you." But just before… I think I felt the same way." Sans looked away. He seemed shy now.
"I didn't like you crying like that. It's like stepping on nails. So, if you've ever gotta punish me for something, just start crying. You'll kill me." Sans joked.
Frisk was silent for a moment. Then she nudged him with her elbow, smiling despite her eyes feeling swollen from all the crying. She felt a warmth in her chest.
"I guess you aren't a 100% jackwipe."
"Naw. If I was I would be eating Chinese right now. Actually, I would have eaten Chinese a long time ago. The next time that cat goes missing expect to be eating stir-fry for dinner."
"Ugh, Sans, that's horrible. Stop. You wouldn't actually eat a cat, would you?"
Sans smirked.
"You can't say you wouldn't do something you're guilty of."
Frisk's eyes turned into disturbed circles and she inched away, holding Storm tighter.
Sans opened his eyes.
"Hey, hey, I'm kidding, I'm kidding. I never ate a cat. I ran Snowball or whatever it's name was up a tree, though. But I never ate a cat. Too much work."
"Would you?"
"I just said too much work. You're so goddamn lucky I give two craps about ya, or I wouldn't have gone out for that vermin. Or even be with you now, as a matter of fact."
Frisk returned to her previous spot, right up against Sans. It was too cold to be separated. She was shaking, and she was sure he was too. It really was cold out here.
"Sans…" her voice went soft.
"Thank you for that. And for everything. I know it's kinda... cliched to say but... I mean it."
Sans looked down.
"Huh. Don't mention it. You'll forget it after you're out, anyways."
Frisk blinked.
Oh. That.
"Sans… no I won't. I won't ever forget what happened down here. I won't ever forget you or what you did. Ever."
Sans scoffed.
"Yeah, yeah."
Frisk frowned.
"I'm serious. I know I need to get out one day, but… you have the same feeling too, don't you? We'll find a way out. All of us. Then we can all live together in a giant house- you, me, Alphys, Papyrus, Undyne, Rocky… with a crap ton of cats. And a forest. And a fireplace. And cake and coffee. And cinnamon buns. Or cinnamon coffee cakes!" Frisk was sure her pupils were widening at the thought.
"Hey, calm down there Snap pea. Don't excite yourself. And, uh, that's kinda weird. Why do you wanna live with me?" Sans looked a little defensive.
"Not just you. Everyone. It'll be fun! Though… living with Undyne would be scary…" Frisk shuddered.
Sans's brow furrowed.
"I am not going in the same house as a bunch of cats or Rocky. It's me or him."
Frisk leaned back.
"Oh well. He's probably too busy chasing girls anyways."
"Oh, so he's that kind of guy." Sans growled.
"No, not like that! He's real sweet. Just… lonely, I guess."
"Who the hell chases girls anyways? Why not just sit and wait for 'em. Make them do the work. That way you're not in as many flings and stuff."
"Unless you're hot or something, girls aren't going to be dropping on your doorstep like junk mail. You have to go out and earn it. Like anything else in life. Not like you would know."
Sans's eye twitched.
"So you have to do things to get chicks? Sucks to be me, then. Oh well."
Frisk glanced down at Storm. The kitten was giving her a funny look.
"It sounds like you are in denial. Maybe you would have more luck if you stopped being a jerk."
"I'm too lazy."
"You're impossible."
"Being possible requires effort, of which I am not giving."
Frisk exhaled.
Insufferable lump of calcium.
Frisk looked out into the snow storm.
"When are we going to leave? We can't stay here all night…"
Sans looked out with her.
"We can't go out in that, not knowing where we are going. Not to mention we are both hurt and tired. It's best to stay here."
"But it's freezing. We'll freeze here. At least if we move we can keep a little warmer."
"Not really. The wind out there is brutal. We just gotta wait it out. At least in the morning it will be easier to see."
Frisk looked down, hopes plummeting. Storm was huddled against her, shivering.
Her own teeth were chattering. And she could see Sans trembling ever so slightly.
This isn't good.
Frisk sighed and leaned against Sans, resting her head on his shoulder. He was right about being tired. She was more than burnt out emotionally, and her body was beat. She was sore and her muscles ached.
Sans flinched, glancing over at her weird. He seemed suddenly a little uncomfortable with her closeness. Then he relaxed.
"Guess you want my body heat, huh?"
"Kinda. And I'm tired." Frisk closed her eyes.
"Well, don't sleep yet. I don't want either of us to sleep. It's a little dangerous. Hypothermia."
"M'not." Frisk replied.
She could hear Sans letting out breath, and seconds later she felt his hand feeling her cheek. Then he felt her good ear.
"… you are getting a little too cold. You want my jacket?"
"No."
"Sure?"
"You need it." Frisk said.
Sans was quiet for a moment.
"… I could drape it over the two of us. You only have that sweater. Which is ruined."
"You never wore it. Or any of those sweaters and shirts you gave me. They're either itchy or too loose, you said."
"I don't care. It's just ruined. Kinda weird you wear my clothes, though." Sans had the weird look again. What was up with him?
"I wear Papyrus's old stuff too. I need clothes. I can't just run around the underground naked. Though you being the pervert you are I'm sure you'd wait till I was frozen before saying something."
Sans stiffened.
"…ew. Thanks for giving me images. I'm not that much of a pervert." Sans shifted a little, almost in an uncomfortable manner. Usually he got a kick out of perverted jokes...
"You're welcome."
"… imma do the thing now."
Before she could protest, Sans had taken his jacket and draped it over both of their shoulder like a coat. His undershirt was a blue long sleeve. It was torn in the middle from one of the dogs and she could see his ribs.
"I don't wanna smell like ketchup."
"If you freeze I'm eating that cat." Sans retorted with.
"…meanie." Frisk stuck her tongue out at him.
He returned the favor.
Time went by slowly. He jacket helped, but she was still cold. Frisk stroked Storm, who was cuddled between her legs. Weird spot, but probably the warmest.
Sans kept shaking her to keep her awake. She was so tired. And hungry.
She would give anything for a hot cocoa and a candy bar.
Eventually, Sans's head shot up.
He snarled, his eyes going black.
Frisk jolted into awareness, following his gaze.
Frisk heard the ringing of crude bells.
Someone was standing in front of them, their body just a silhouette against the snow. They were tall and skinny, they had a long, heavy tail and large pointed ears.
Frisk stiffened.
They came a little closer.
"Humf. Guess that's what I smelled. Why are you here?"
Suddenly, there was a sword point aimed towards her, inches from her neck.
Got ya, didn't I! Storms okay :D thanks to Sansy. He's not a complete assclown.
That fight was a little anti-climatic. And not long at all. But it can't really be, after all the stuff going on. The main thing was Storm going missing.
I actually considered leaving him dead, but I didn't want a mob showing up at my door with torches and pitchforks. Plus I was gonna cry if I left him dead. Yes, I cry at my own writing.
I have to suggest you listen to Lie, by Luka. It's a vocaloid song that not only is amazing and tear jerking, but I think it sort of fits how Sans is feeling for Frisk. He feels for her, but he doesn't want to feel that way towards a human. Only not as intensely as the song describes XD.
I really want to have some Howlingtale songs or themes. I don't know how to music, though. But I think a lot of the themes would involve flutes and stuff. That's the feel I get from this AU. And An HT megalovania would include howls and be less upbeat. Probably more somber. I don't know. What kind of instrument or feel do you think would best HT? I also think a Frisk song would be cool. Actual lyric song. Actually, a Sans and Frisk lyric song would be amazing. About being wolves XD "I IS A WOLF, HEAR ME HOOOOOOOO~" (100/10, best song of 2017 XD)
Oh and I totally think Sans would be a Kiss fan.
Anyways, enough of my weirdness. Reviews!
PaintedWarriorCat: AHH OMG SUCH A GREAT STORY! Frisk and Sans' relationship makes me smile. The two are adorable.
Can't wait for the next part! 3
I'm glad you like it! And I know, they are so coot. Sans, stop sulking already XD
Strange-Charms: Just wanted to let you know that I absolutely love this story and it's creativity! Also, I know the AUs you said that inspired you, and I think that you pulled from them nicely and gave your story the perfect twist that sets it apart.
I really hope to see more of your story soon and thanks for everything so far! cx I love Storm, btw.
Don't bother responding to my review in the bottom portion of the chapter or anything, I don't want ya to get it trouble or anything with the scary admins. xD If ya really want to say something, feel free to shoot me a PM sometime, that should be ok with the Rule People.
(Screaming Lemons)
Thank you! And I was a little nervous it was a bit too much like other AU's. There's just so many out there… lol.
We all love Storm. Who doesn't? He a Floofy kitty X3
And I did get the okay to do the review thingy at the bottom. Fully interactive stories are a no no, though. I am testing out my PM's a little now, and so far so good. Hopefully they keep working!
Laura:I'm Guest from before, just so you know. Anyways, this... I'm SOOO sorry for Frisk! Storm is much more intelligent! Good kitty, helping Frisk find Sans! Also, that train wreck, it's like the one from the one movie, Anastasia, I think it was. Only people actually DIED in this one. You may think you are low in the chain of writers, but us readers know the truth. You are a GOD of writing. And, I'm just guessing, but I have a theory that the cloaked figure is the King disguised as a civilian so he can see just what his subjects are getting up to.
The way you worded that it sounds like Storm is smarter than them all XD
Storm is the true mastermind. Everything is because of his masterful planning in search for Meowmix (fufufufu)
I've seen clips of Anastasia when my brothers were watching it. And yes, people died. Many people (much sad)
:3
Underworlds: So i have the start it made to mirror yours but i don't know how to publish it, help :P
Sorry for not Pm-ing, I forgot 0-0 do you know how to publish a story? You go into doc manager and upload the document, edit it if you need, then go to new story and follow the directions there. If you need any further help just Pm me! Warning, my replies may need to be slow or glitchy.
A Kea for Christmas: Welp, moral of the story is "Sans can generally tell when things are untrustworthy".
Bear that in mind.
Or else.
Yup.
When Sans says no trains, he means no trains.
Listen to the bone daddy.
ILuvFanficXD: Oh my god, this chapter just made me crai a bit. Umg. Much cry; such sad. XD. I love storm, so fluff. I got so much to say, OK, First, you want a comic idea? Hmm. How about sans meeting calibri again? (It can have a dark twist, like calibris remains still being alive due to dt, or sand being happy to find out its a dream. Hue hue hue I'm mean) another idea could be what storm is actually thinking about sans lol. And also; dusthowl sans is nightmare fuel. Dammit sans. SASUKE IS SAS BAE , SE-BAE-STIAN, ITACHI... actually I have no rhymes and the lines on itachis cheeks creep me out yo. LOL
The issue with having this Sans meet Calibri is that in this universe, Sans has literally no idea who or what Calibri is. This is a separate Sans Skeledad and he'd probably be like "CAT, CAT, CHINESE FOOD!" (Go sit in a corner Sans)
And omg I had an amazing idea for the Storm thing. What if Storm has a possessive outlook on Frisk, as well as Sans? Oh no… lol
There would be both a Dusttale and a Howlingtale Sans, but since Sans is Sans he'd be considered Moon-blood and still be affected, even though he's from a different universe.
STEAMING HOT ANIME GUYS! XD
And the story takes a turn for the worse... *shivers*
Yup.
FictionGirl11: I am JUST NOW reading this chapter (and all the not chapter bits). I wan't to smack my email because thats how I know things have updated but I cannot smack an app and its unfair to my phone to use it as proxy. In case you cannot recieve the PM I sent (again I just finished reading this after I sent it and realized this had updated) the jist of it is I drew fanart, do you want to see it? I don't have a DA account. If is a butt and wont let you see it or reply or whatever other complications it throws at you (it used to not let me review so all my reviews had to be through PM otherwise it would freeze every few letters so I totally understand the frustration) If DocX connection doesn't work we can figure something else out. Given, of course, if you want to see it. To the actual review of the chapter!
I had a hunch that the cloaked dude was the king and now I'm almost positive. Yay for intuition! I think its really smart to have Frisk encounter this level of tragedy, it helps her put things into perspective and is one of those things that helps build character when they realize how some things are inevitable and you can't change the past really, even when you can go back. Another thing I need to mention is that you made the resets a finite resource. That really helps pull in the aforementioned lesson and character building. I commend you for that.
I have responded to your PM!
Your hunch is correct. Can you figure out who he is now? I gave some clues!
Poor Frisk. Poor just about any of my characters in any of my stories. Character abuse.
I wanted to have the resets as finite because if Frisk could just reset here wouldn't be much point in being afraid of death, would there?
Welp, there you have it. I hope you all have a wonderful day, and enjoy the snow if your like me and got snow!
From the Wolf in the mountains,
Comycat~