New, NEW note: god I keep adding stuff. Welp, Net Neutrality was repealed. This is very serious. Fanfiction may go under. I beg you to read up on Net Neutrality, and fight to bring it back. And, go around and save anything you would like to keep from the internet (such as this story?) in case in a few months ISP's take it down.
Plus I broke and revealed the king on DA. It wasn't supposed to be leaked until the fight with him in the story. But if you want to know (obvious spoils for the story) go over and look.
Hint: one of you in the reviews got it ;)
New note: Sorry for being late in both update and responding to stuff. I was pretty gosh darn sick the other day and I couldn't walk out to a place with wifi (hell, I could hardly walk up and down the stairs) so this authors note below is not reflecting my current mood. Too bad though because I love Caramello. Life would be perfect XD
I am eating a Caramello and listening to ASMR and I'm just in a zone right now.
By the way if you don't know what AMSR is it's basically creating sounds that trigger "relaxation tingles" in someone. It feels really nice. Some sounds can be a little weird, but some are just tapping or hair brushing or reading and stuff like that. So many people have the idea that ASMR is a fetish or something but it's actually a very healthy relaxation thing and also helps with sleep disorders. I suggest you check out a trigger video (not the meme kind) to see if it works for you. I recommend ASMR psyche truth or Whispers Red. It doesn't work for everyone, some people only have the reaction to certain sounds and some people have a reaction to most sounds. I'm sort of in the middle of the spectrum. I really like singing and book tapping ^_^
Now on to something actually relevant to the story. Lol. I've been getting some fanart recently and I have to say, I'm really, really happy! It's nice to see people so much better at art than me drawing stuff from my story! I suggest if any of you have time to go make a deviantart account. Even if you don't draw. We can all have a gif meme battle in come random comments section. Or make memes.
Let us meme.
Frisk's eyes fixed on the sword, her heart pounding.
Oh no.
Sans growled and pushed halfway in front of her.
"Don't move! Explain."
It was a silver furred cat, with a lean face and tall ears. Her ears had tuffs of fur on them. Daggers were tied all around her waist and her fur had dark leopard like spots.
A snow leopard… Egyptian cat mix?!
Frisk grabbed Sans's arm.
"Easy…" she could tell he was getting ready to fight. She was too tired- they both were. It would be better to avoid something if they could.
Maybe this cat could help us?
"We were riding a train and it crashed. We started walking and got stuck out here when we got attacked by some dogs. We were just waiting here till morning." Frisk said. She could feel Sans's bones vibrate a little under his clothes from deep growling.
The cat blinked, and withdrew the sword a little bit. Frisk felt Storm peak up, curious.
"Foolish to be walking around Blizzardland at night." She said dryly.
"And what does it mean to you? It's not like you own it." Sans snarled.
Frisk gave him a slight shake, frowning.
"Sans!"
He's been really aggressive lately. Why is he being a douche?!
If the cat was bothered by it, she didn't say. Something flashed in her deep green eyes.
"Yes, I do own this portion. You are on my property, in a far corner of the lands. I saw the dead dogs and smelled blood. One of you is very eager to kill." Her eyes narrowed as they fell on Sans.
At first Frisk wondered how she knew, then she realized the bones coupled with the bloodstains on Sans's cloths must give him away.
Sans bared his teeth.
"It was either us or them. I've been dealing with those damn things for all my life, and I'm sick of it. Besides, killing them is a hell of a lot easier than not killing them. I learned it from my father." Sans spat the word like venom.
Frisk blinked and looked over at him. What?
"I know." The cat's voice was dark. "I knew Gaster. Sans, correct?"
Sans shot up, snarling. Frisk jumped up, Storm scrambling onto her shoulder in fear.
"Sans! Calm down!" She kept a hold on his arm. His aggression was worrying her sick. What if he attacks?
The cat buried her feet into the ground, pupils narrow slits of coal.
"I will not attack unless you do. I suggest you listen to that human."
"How did you know Gaster?! Did you work for him!?"
Who's Gaster? Frisk wondered. I may have heard that name before. Man, she was bad at remembering names of people she never met.
"I've known him from long ago. We were friends. We grew apart when he… met someone." A brief flash of emotion shimmered in her eyes.
Frisk felt a rush of empathy.
"We still talked from now and again." She finished.
Sans's snarl worsened.
"Oh, did he talk about the shit he did in that lab? Or did he conveniently leave that part out when he talked about me."
Frisk shuddered at the venom in Sans's voice. Storm softly mewed.
The cat looked confused.
"No, I do not recall. He mostly talked about how much he hated monster-kind for taking away all he had. And how he couldn't stand himself. I don't know what he did. And it matter not now, does it?"
Sans's only response was a deep, vicious sound.
Frisk swallowed.
"Sans, please… calm down a little." She grabbed his shoulder.
Sans flinched and pushed her away with a snap. Frisk yelped and fell snack against the wall.
Storm cried out in fear.
Frisk stared at Sans, who was now looking at her with wide eyes.
What's wrong with him? Why is he being like this?
Sans took a step back.
"S-sorry… I… I didn't… sorry, Frisk… I didn't mean to push you like that. Or scare you."
Frisk noticed her legs were trembling and her tail was inching between her legs. He had snapped at her.
Frisk shook herself.
He won't lash out at me. I just startled him, is all.
The cat decided to intervene. Her sword was sheathed.
"In most cases I would leave you here considering how rude you were to me, but not only because I knew your father, and you have someone with you who isn't rude as an ass I will let you stay in my cabin for the rest of the night. As long as you don't try to maul my or your… partners skin off, of course." The cat glanced between the two of them. Sans shrunk a little.
Frisk swallowed. Could she trust this cat? Well, even if she couldn't Sans would probably have three eyes on her at all times so she didn't have to worry.
Frisk separated from the wall, taking a deep breath.
"I'm okay with it, if Sans is…" she looked over at Sans.
Sans avoided her gaze.
"Fine." His voice was low. It was hard to hear over the wind outside.
The cat blinked.
"Wise choice. My name is Silver, nice to meet you."
"I'm…Frisk."
Silver held her hand/paw out to Frisk.
Frisk hesitated. Last time she gave someone a handshake it ended with a whoopee cushion and-
Before she could finish the thought, Storm jumped from her shoulder onto Silver's arm, tail waving back and forth slowly. It stood high in the air.
"Oh, and whose this little guy?" Silver asked with amusement heavy in her voice.
Storm padded up her arm and rubbed his head against her chest, meowing for pets. Silver started gently running her hand through the kittens fur, her whiskers twitching.
"His name is Storm." Frisk said, a little jealous. Then she realized a cat was loving a cat and laughed out loud. Silver looked so much bigger than Storm, considering she was a monster cat. Storm was even smaller than one of her large, fur tufted ears. Frisk wondered how Silver could deal with the strong winds with ears that big, then chalked it up to the thick, fuzzy fur around them.
"Why, hello Storm. You're a friendly little guy, huh?" Silver picked Storm up and handed him back to Frisk. Storm at first kicked in protest before realizing he was returning to Frisk and happily accepted, curling up against her breast.
Frisk felt her heart melt from his cuteness.
I will forever cherish this Floofy kitten.
Silver took a few steps back.
"Follow me."
As Silver began to walk out into the snow once more, Frisk noticed she had bells tied around her neck. They chimed softly with her movement. They were silver and hard to see against her fur, which is why she didn't notice them before.
Frisk glanced over at Sans and took a few steps towards Silver.
Sans followed her hesitantly. He pulled his hood up and looked down at the ground.
Storm looked over at him, ears twitching. His eyes were wide.
Frisk let Sans catch up, looking between him and Silver to make sure they didn't lose her. Her figure seemed to melt into the darkness and snow, and the bells chimed loudly in the wind.
"Sans, I know you don't want to do this, but… if you really are that upset, we ca-"
"It's not that." Sans cut her off.
Frisk blinked.
"Then what? You're upset, don't try to deny it. Remember what we talked about?"
She saw his shoulders rise and fall as he sighed.
"… if you really gotta know it's that I snapped at you. I could've hurt you."
Frisk inhaled.
Oh, that…
She swallowed and tried not to look away.
"All you did is push me away, I should've know better than to touch you when you were like that. Which brings us to the problem of why you've been so aggressive lately. What happened to chill Sans?" Frisk asked, tilting her head. Storm buried himself more in her clothes.
Sans was quiet for a moment.
"… I don't know. I've just been really easily ticked off. Maybe it was staying in the lab bringing back stuff, I dunno."
Frisk blinked.
"Lab? You seemed fine then…"
"Yeah, I don't know. But… Frisk, please be careful. You keep on insisting I can't hurt you, and I wish I could tell that to myself too. But I can't, because the truth is is that I could hurt you. I almost want to have you travel without me…"
Frisk wanted to slap him. Instead she buried her feet into the snow stubbornly and pointed at him. He leaned back, eyes wide.
"Sans, I'll do what I think I have to do. I'm not scared of you, and after all that happened I'm not gonna back away just because you're being a little moody. And if you think I am going anywhere in my own think again, bone bag. You started this, you are going to finish this with me whether you like it or not."
Sans blinked a few times, taken by surprise.
"Okay, okay… jeez, you can get moody yourself when you want something. I…" Sans trailed off. He was staring at her face.
"What?" Frisk asked.
Sans snorted.
"Heh, you got a glob of snow right on your nose." Suddenly he reached forward and placed one of his fingers on her nose. Frisk blinked and looked down at it, going cross eyed.
"Heheh, boop." Sans was smiling.
Frisk grumbled and tried to swipe his hand away.
"Sans, stoppit."
"Why? You owe me for saving your kitten. KARMA." Sans poked her stomach, catching her unawares.
Frisk yelped and jumped.
Damn skeleton knows I'm ticklish, the stupid, stupid… I wonder…
Frisk leaped and poked at his ribs. Sans yelped in a similar way she did and batted her hand away.
"Oh, so we're playing that game?"
"You started it!"
Frisk poked his ribs again. Sans made a noise in his throat and tried to poke her side, but she twisted out of the way.
"I thought you were supposed to follow me, not play like kits!" A voice said sternly behind her.
Frisk jumped beside Sans, looking over at Silver. Sans's eyes narrowed.
"S-sorry… he started it!" Frisk pointed at him.
"I couldn't help the urge to boop your nose." Sans retorted.
Silvers whiskers twitched. Amusement lit her eyes, followed by… longing?
"Oh, I see. Seems Gaster wasn't the only one with likings for humans."
Sans's expression darkened at the name, but before he could open his big mouth Silver turned and began walking again.
As they continued through the snow storm, taking a few turned around small, snow covered trees, Frisk leaned closer to Sans.
"Hey, if you don't mind me asking… who is Gaster?"
Sans didn't seem surprised she asked. If he was triggered by it he hid it well.
"My late father. I'll tell you about him some other time."
"Oh."
Frisk shook snow off of her head.
Is that part of what he needs to talk to me about? Well, no use in bugging him. He promised.
Frisk caught the scent of smoke on the wind, as well as wool and pine.
The rounded a corner and came face to face with a large cabin. It was built sturdily in the cover off a rocky crest, sheltering it from some of the winds. A soft, yellow light glowed inside.
Silver walked up to it and opened the door.
"Come on in. You may sleep in the living room and leave whenever you'd like. You may also eat some of the food I have but please do not go overboard. The bathroom is up the ladder. I need to go to the capital to get some groceries, which is what I was doing before I found you two. Don't mess any of my stuff up or go into the other rooms or I will track you down and claw your face out."
"O…Kay." Frisk said, shuddering a little.
Silver nodded.
"Good. See you around."
Just as suddenly as she appeared, she left, fading into the snow. The only thing left was the distant chime of her bells.
"Smart." Sans huffed.
"Huh?"
"Those bells. They would help repel those dogs. The sound they make scares them off, plus with how many of them she has there it would make it sound like there a lot of her when there's just one. Shepherds a long time ago would use bells, both to command their dogs and keep wolves at bay." Sans explained.
Frisk stared off into the distance.
Huh. That's interesting. And he's right, smart.
Frisk turned and entered the cabin.
It was smaller inside than it looked from the outside, probably due to the thick walls. The floor was made of wool carpet, very soft and warm. Various swords and daggers hand from the walls, as well as a… decorative dog head, still snarling. Frisk wondered if it was fake or really stuffed.
The cabin was incredibly warm, and Frisk felt her fingers burning already. It was a little crowded, with a small living room connected to a long kitchen, and a ladder leading up to the next floor. Silver seemed to like gargoyles, as there were many of the stone decorations everywhere.
The couch was very small, too small to sleep on. But with the wool floor plus the excess of blankets everywhere it didn't seem like much of an issue.
Storm jumped off of her and explored, and Frisk let him. She prayed he wouldn't mess anything up.
Sans had gone around gathering the blankets, looking at everything suspiciously.
Frisk swallowed.
"I am going to go to the bathroom and see if she has bandages in the bathroom. Plus, I gotta go."
Sans snorted in response.
Frisk climbed up the ladder, her tail helping her stay balanced.
The bathroom was literally the smallest bathroom she had ever been in, with a shower on one wall, sink on the other and the toilet tucked at the far wall.
The cabinets were stuffed full of bandages, Frisk was relieved to find. Silver seemed stocked up of various things, almost like she anticipated visitors. Which didn't explain her drawing her sword at first sight of them.
Maybe she doesn't like Moon-Bloods. Or wolves. Maybe she could tell or something, I don't know.
Frisk came back down to find Sans sprawled out on the carpet, surrounded by countless blankets. He looked up lazily.
"Heya."
Frisk displayed the bandages.
"I'm going to go get some food, then get some water. We need to get cleaned up. Both of us." She glared at him. She knew he was probably going to try to get out of it.
Sans's head collapsed.
"Take care of yourself, I'm tired. I'll fix myself up tomorrow."
"Saaaaannnsss... you are getting bandaged now. No arguing." Frisk walked out before he could reply.
Silver had lots of dried meat, corn and bread. She also had plenty of fish in the fridge, as well as what looked like venison. She had little variety. Frisk took some fish for Storm and herself, bread and dried meat for Sans. She got two cups of apple cider for them as well.
Frisk also found a cloth and got a bowl of warm water.
He seemed to sense the seafood and gave her a face when she walked in, arms full with the plates, drinks and the bowl.
"I. Am. Not. Eating. Fish. Unlike you I would not like to be mistaken for a cat." He growled.
"Sans, no. It's not for you so calm down. And Storm. Storm! Pspspspspss!" Frisk called.
It took a few tries, but eventually Storm came trotting along.
His eyes lit up immediately at the smell of the fish.
Frisk gave him a large piece, almost as big as him.
His fur fluffed up into maximum poof, his tail bushing. He took the fish in his little thorn sharp teeth and let out the most menacing growl he could conjure… which was about enough to send someone's bunny slippers running.
Frisk burst out laughing. Sans glanced at the kitten with half lidded eyes.
"Oh, you think that's yours? Let me fix that." Sans reached for the fish.
Storm growled and back up. Sans grabbed the far end of the fish and tugged. Storm let out a wobbling snarl and tugged back, digging his tiny feet into the floor. Sans huffed in amusement.
"Sans! Stop it, I thought you didn't like fish." Frisk had a tear in her eye. He was so cute!
"I don't. But I don't like the furball either." He tugged again, shaking the fish back and forth. Storms head moved with the fish.
Frisk pulled Sans's hand away, and the second Sans let go Storm bolted, safely clutching his prize.
"You are such a bully. Here, I've got other stuff for you." Frisk presented the large plate. There was plenty of dried meat, as well as the bread. She put her smaller plate of fish on the glass table, as well as the bowl and drinks. She settled into the blankets.
"Cool. Though I prefer fresh. Are ya sure this isn't poisoned?"
Frisk sighed.
"It's from her cabinet, I'm sure she didn't go through the trouble of poisoning her entire food supply just for us."
Sans took a piece of meat and tore a strip off with his teeth.
"Wouldn't doubt it."
Frisk rolled her eyes and took a small bite of fish. It tasted like salmon.
"Sans, not every cat is sent from hell to make you pay for your sins. Actually, just about no cats are. And though she didn't seem happy at first, when she recognized you she seemed pretty cool. Since she knew your dad?"
"Father." Sans corrected bitterly between bites of meat.
"And she didn't really know the Gaster I knew. I remember now, he used to talk about a cat who used to talk to him a lot. He said he though she liked him at some point, then he met… well, let's just say Silver never got her chance." Sans shoved an entire piece of bread into his mouth so he couldn't talk anymore.
Frisk blinked.
"…oh. I saw wistfulness in her eyes, and I figured as much. Heh, funny to think if things went differently she could've been your mom." Frisk took some of the dried meat. Not too bad, though like Sans she would rather eat fresh and juicy. It had nice, strong flavor though.
"If she was, I wouldn't be a skeleton. Monster genes override the hybrid skeleton genes. Skeleton plus monster doesn't equal skeleton, only monster or skeleton plus human can equal skeleton." Sans said with his mouth full.
"Wait, so skeletons are hybrids of humans and monsters?"
"Yup. I think I told you that."
"I don't think you outright said it. I don't know. Lots of stuff has been going on." Frisk took a sip of the apple cider.
"That's why Paps and I are the only ones left. Since we were separated from humans, we couldn't continue to keep our race up. And we can't reproduce with ourselves cause we can only be male."
"Stupid genes. Assuming the genders of skeletons." Frisk said sarcastically.
Sans chuckled.
"Yeah. But you think we're odd, just imagine explaining a female skeleton. That really wouldn't work."
"True."
Sans finished eating pretty fast (he seemed very hungry) and rolled over onto his stomach (?), closing his eyes.
Frisk put her food down and took the bowl of warm water. The cloth had been soaking in the water for awhile.
"Not yet mister, get up. And take your shirt off so I can get to that scratch on your ribs."
Sans glanced over at her cheekily.
"You've been rather bossy lately. Looks like I'm not the only one with some disposition changes. Just cause I won't eat ya' doesn't mean you tell me what to do."
Frisk pushed air out of her nose.
"Unless you want me chewing your bones you had better get up."
"What bones? That could be taken out of context, Puppo. I'd rather no teeth involved down there."
PERVERT!
Frisk threw a piece of fish at him, and he got up pretty quickly.
"Okay, fine. I'm too lazy to argue." Sans pulled his jacket and shirt off.
Frisk had never seen his rib cage without something over it. Somehow it shocked her, though she knew it was there. It was just odd to look at.
She could see deep, glowing blue splotches across his ribs, and she concluded that they were a skeletons way of bruising, seeing as it was the same color as his magic. It must have been from the train.
Frisk took the cloth and squeezed water from it. The scratch wasn't deep at all. That bite on his arm and the gash on his leg were more concerning, though she knew those weren't bad either.
Sans shied away from the cloth.
"Come on, just bandage it, I d-"
"Sans, you made me suffer through this so I'm gonna make you suffer too."
Sans let out a long groan and crossed his arms.
"You are impossible sometimes."
"So are you." Sans replied.
"Practice what you preach."
Sans apparently did have very ticklish and sensitive ribs. He jerked at even the slightest touch. Eventually Frisk finished and got it bandaged and moved to the other wounds, and they went much smoother.
When she pulled away, Sans held his hand out expectantly.
"My turn."
"What?"
"Give It to me."
"I can do m-"
"Practice what you preach, remember? You made me suffer, imma make you suffer. Besides, most of yours you can't even reach well."
Frisk huffed and gave in.
Storm had finished his fish and came padding over, stomach round and full. He plopped down on her lap as she was forced to let Sans clean up her wounds. She had the two bites and all the tiny cuts from the glass. To her surprise some of the glass was still stuck in her skin, and it hurt like hell now that she wasn't partially numbed by the snow.
Sans quickly softened when he found this out. The glass was stuck deep, and it was difficult to pull out.
"Here, last one. Easy… there you go. You good?"
"Sans, its just glass…" Frisk muttered. She was tired.
"And it was in there deep, plus it was left for a little bit. I would imagine it hurts pretty bad, but I don't know. I don't have skin."
It took much longer for her not only because of the glass but because she had more wounds than Sans. Most were the tiny cuts, though.
By the time it was all done Frisk's head was hanging. She had closed her eyes.
Thank the stars, is he done? I want to sleep.
She felt his hand graze her scarred ear.
Frisk jumped and turned around to face him.
"Easy. I just wanna check it."
"It's healed, there's nothing to check, don't touch." Frisk glared at his hand.
She could hear Sans exhale.
"Fine. I'll leave you alone now."
"Good. I want to sleep."
Frisk rolled onto the floor and snuggled into the blankets before he could argue.
"… 'night, cranky."
She felt him ruffle her hair. Frisk groaned and pushed his hand away, smiling.
"Damn you Sans."
Storm mewed and pawed his way under the blanket, snuggling close to her.
Exhaustion brought sleep on fast.
…
She was falling again.
The train.
She could smell smoke and hear the shrieking of metal. But there was no one else, no one screaming but her. But even though she felt herself making the noise no sound came out.
Then the train finally crashed into the ground, rolling to a stop.
Frisk gasped for breath, her chest heaving. Tears streamed from her eyes.
"Sans! Storm?" She called out.
But nobody came.
Frisk scrambled to her feet and ran out the crooked door. The wind was howling outside, throwing the snow around.
Frisk felt her blood go cold and her limbs lock in place.
Thorn.
He was there, his throat still torn open. His jacket was soaked in crimson. She could see the muscle and bone under the torn flesh.
At his feet was Sans. He was twitching, eyes wide. Blood pooled from countless wounds, and his eyes were wide and dark.
A small gray scrap of fur lie lifeless a little ways away.
Frisk started to tremble uncontrollably. She couldn't move, couldn't talk, couldn't-
Thorn walked over slowly, face tilted and fangs bared. Blood dribbled down his jaws.
She couldn't run away.
Sans went limp.
Frisk felt a painful sob rip her chest, but her legs still wouldn't move.
Thorn was towering over her now, eyes sharp with hatred.
"You thought I would forget? Forget how you murdered me?"
Thorn took a hold of her neck.
With his other hand he held out his claws, which seemed much longer than before.
"Let's so how you like it!"
He flicked his arm up, burying his claws into her flesh and ripping it open. Frisk couldn't make a sound as she felt herself being torn open.
Frisk looked down. There was a huge gash from her waist to her chest, wide open. She could see so much blood, and bone and throbbing organs-
…
Frisk shot up, gasping for air. Her heart was racing a million miles an hour and her head was fuzzy.
She felt a firm grip on her shoulder shake her.
"Frisk! Cm'on, snap outta it!" Sans urged.
Frisk looked over, feeling cold sweat run down her face.
"S-Sans?" She felt herself calm down a little.
Just a dream, Thorn's dead, he can't hurt me or Sans or Storm…
Sans was staring at her with alarm. She could see Storm's big blue eyes looking up at her, wide.
After a moment she felt her heartbeat slow.
Sans sighed in relief.
"Good, good. I thought you were gonna have another episode."
"E-episode?"
"Panic attack. So, nightmare?" Sans pulled his hand away and sat back. All the lights were off. Frisk felt like she hadn't slept that long. It must be around dawn, though with the swirling snow it would be hard to tell.
Frisk looked down, wiping the sweat from her face.
"…yeah. I'm fine now."
"You sure? You even woke me up, you were thrashing around pretty hard. Wanna talk about it?"
"No thank you…"
Sans moved to sit next to her, stretching.
"Remember what you bug me about, the whole talking thing. But I get if you don't want to, as well. Do what you feel is best."
Frisk closed her eyes and sighed, running her hand through Storm's soft fur.
"I… I won't go into d-details, but… it involved Thorn."
"Oh. Like I said if it bothers you y-"
"Sans, its fine. You're right. I just…"
Frisk pulled her knees into her chest, forcing Storm off of her. The kitten mewed in protest and tried going over to Sans, who shoved him away. Storm then padded back to Frisk and curled up at her side, shooting Sans a look.
Frisk felt a shudder pass through her body.
"I'm just scared. That it will happen again, or… I'm just scared. I'm such a damn coward…" Frisk felt her ears flatten and she tail curl around herself.
Sans inched closer and laid his hand on her back. Frisk didn't flinch.
She could feel his eyes staring holes through her soul.
"Hey, there's no reason to be scared… at least, no use in it. You may even be scared anyways, just cause of instinct, but just don't pay any attention to it. You're not a coward for being scared. It's what you do with that fear that defines what you are. Everyone is scared, there's no such thing as being fearless as much as you'd like to believe. Even the bravest people are scared. So no need to beat yourself up for it, k?"
"Hmmm…" Frisk hummed, staring straight ahead. Sans had started rubbing slow circles onto her back. She liked that…
Frisk sighed and leaned over onto Sans, tired.
Sans tensed a little.
"Y'know, Sans… you can be a really nice friend when you try."
Her eyes were closed, but she could imagine Sans looking away with that bashful look on his face.
"Heh… I guess so. Guess I'm less of an ass the less lazy I am."
Sans had stopped the back rubbing. Frisk opened her eyes and grunted.
"I liked that. Don't stop."
Sans blinked. His eye lights changed size like a cat's pupils. It was cool to watch.
She wondered what the sizes meant. Right now they were a bit bigger than normal, and bright.
"Uh… okay. You know, this is kinda awkward."
Sans continued the back rubs. Frisk yawned, instantly relaxing. She liked using Sans as a pillow. He was warm.
"So? Who cares."
"…I… may? A little? Cuddling is kinda an intimate activity…"
"Get your mind out of the gutter and get rid of your damn stereotypes. I thought you were too lazy to care about such a thing." Storm climbed up between her legs. She could feel his tiny paws kneading her.
After a moment Sans relaxed and leaned back a little.
"Fiiine, there's no arguing with you. And yeah, honestly I though I was too lazy to care as well."
"Mmmmmhh."
Frisk was drifting off again. Her mind was heavy.
Maybe I can sleep now? Without a nightmare, please?
She had no idea why she was asking herself for no nightmares, but she didn't ponder it as she sunk into sleep.
She was sure Sans probably didn't appreciate her falling asleep on him but whatever.
…
When Frisk opened her eyes next the wind had stopped outside. It was bright, and the room was lit with natural light.
She was sprawled out on top of Sans's torso in possibly one of the weirdest sleeping positions ever. Sans was practically dead on the floor below her. He was snoring rather loudly.
Frisk twitched her ear in annoyance and sat up.
She was still tired as all hell, and she didn't have her coffee.
Frisk eventually got herself to get up, clean up the mess from last night and get breakfast. She felt bad taking more of Silver's food but she was starving and Silver seemed well stocked. She took more meat, some milk and then wrapped herself in blankets while eating her meal.
Storm sat with her, begging her for food. He had no table manners, like a certain skeleton she knew.
Speaking of skeleton, without Frisk to block some of the light he was waking up now, groaning.
He sounded a little off.
Frisk looked over at him as he stretched, bones cracking into place.
"Morning, sleepy bones."
Sans groaned in response and looked at her food with half lidded eyes.
"You want some?" Frisk held up some of her meat.
Sans moved closer without another word.
He slowly began chewing on the meat, still half asleep. Storm growled softly, protectively holding his food.
Suddenly, Sans inhaled sharply. Then he sneezed…
And got both spit and a pale blue liquid that felt like phlegm on her arm.
Frisk shifted away, holding her arm out.
"Augh, ew! Saaaannns!" She whined. Oh god, that was disgusting.
Sans wiped his nose, sniffing.
"S-sorry, Puppo. I think I got a cold or something?"
Frisk wiped her arm off on the carpet, reminding herself to go upstairs and bleach her entire arm. She didn't like the sick skeleton jelly on her arm… or anywhere.
"How do skeletons get cold, and have snot!"
"It's not like human mucus. It's magic stuff. When we get colds it infects our magic and it comes out like that. Not the same as a human cold but similar in nature. Careful, I may be able to pass it to you."
"Joy." Frisk groaned.
Now she would have to enjoy a skeleton cold. Yay.
…
They set out near midday. Frisk argued Sans should just stay and wait for Silver due to his illness, but he insisted on leaving. Frisk wrote Silver a thank you note and made a mental note to repay her some way.
Frisk had more energy than yesterday, and moving through Blizzardland was easier now that it wasn't in a snow storm. Storm even followed on the ground, his little body light enough to not break through the snow.
Eventually, they finally reached the elevators that would take them to the MTT hotel. They were set up along the side of a huge mountain. Mountain in a mountain?
Frisk hung back, staring up in awe at their massive height as Sans walked up to it and pressed the button.
It lit up, and the door made a clicking sound and shook a little, but it didn't open.
Frisk moved to stand besides Sans as he pressed the button a little more forcefully.
"Dammit, don't tell me it's not working again." Sans started cursing under his breath, banging the button. No response from the elevator.
"Shit." Sans sneezed and back away, glaring at the elevator.
Without warning, the elevator squeaked open, doors movie agonizingly slow.
Sans stepped inside, and Frisk followed.
"Finally, the damn thing works." He pressed a button and the doors closed just as slow as they opened.
The elevator sounded abysmal as it moved up, probably due to the rust caused by the ice or something similar. Frisk stared out the window, Storm now on her shoulders to look out as well.
Eventually she could see all of Blizzardland. She could even see the tiny line of the train. What has seemed so big and horrible up close was now nothing bigger than a blade of grass in the distance.
The elevator stuttered to a stop. Sans glared out the window.
"We aren't there yet, dammit. Work." He slammed the side.
Frisk felt a jolt of fear. What if we get stuck up here or something?
Sans slammed the elevator again.
"Sans, don't do that! You might break it more!"
Sans huffed and did it again.
"Sans!"
"It's the only thing that works. These things are trash."
Suddenly, the elevator made the ugliest screeching sound she had ever heard and started moving again.
It stopped three more times. Even though it had only been about 15 minutes, Sans was now laying on the floor looking ready to nap. He would kick the elevator when it stopped.
Storm was getting anxious, and Frisk didn't blame him. She didn't like being in a dysfunctional elevator. What if they fell?
Eventually, they reached their destination. Sans got up slowly, coughing a little.
"Are you okay?" Frisk asked, feeling a pang of sympathy. Must suck being sick in this situation. After everything…
"M'fine, were here." Sans pressed the button to open the elevator.
They were now on a long path that led to a large cave in the mountain side.
Sans started walking along the path without another word.
There was a tiny flame guy on some sort of hover saucer right next to the path.
"Hey, you remember my name?" He asked.
Frisk inched closer to Sans uncomfortably.
"Um, n-"
"Yeah, sure." Sans said before she could finish.
The monsters jaw dropped.
"What! How could I be defeated!"
Uhhh… weird…
Frisk just brushed it off and stuck close to Sans.
There were stairs at the mouth of the cave, and lights shone from within.
The stairs were covered in anti-ice salt. Every footsteps made a crunching sound as they went up.
At the top was something rather surprising.
It was a huge building built into the cave, fancy and clean looking. The windows glowed with light. There was a huge, neon sign reading "MTT Resort" on the front. A long, red carpet extended from the doors.
"We're here. MTT." Sans said with a sniffle.
Storm meowed in happiness, and Frisk sighed in relief.
Finally.
This was going to be way, way longer. Originally the elevator wasn't going to work and they would have to climb, but I decided to leave it out. Because I'm already having issues typing as it is (my eyes are leaking from my cold so… yeah. So is my nose. Wonderful.)
One leik equal 1 tissu for sick skelly XD
Anyways…. SHIP SHIP SHIP SHIP SHIP SHIP SHIP SHIP SHIP SHIP SHIP!
I made a little comic that I got an idea for from a suggestion made by ILuvFanfic. It's not really how Storm feels about Sans now, more like how Storm would feel about Frans… let's just say not everyone is Shipping the Ship XD
Toboe:Sorry for not reviewing sooner!
OMAGOD STORM IS SO KAWAII XD kitty. Better not let Sans the cat eater get a hold of him (Sans, are you Asian?)
Make sure to take care of yourself, cause there's someones out there who really care about you :D
A Dusttale Howlingtale crossover? That doesn't sound like it could end well... lol. I saw the Horrortale crossover on Deviantart. Will that get a story too? Or was that a one time little project? I could see a Horrortale crossover being actually pretty cool. Only issue is that it's entire universe has not been expanded yet.
If therz ani crozzover u shud do itz with wolfz rainz. Make Sanz jelly of Kiba becauz he hawt and Frisk be Leik "damn dat a**" (I'm sorry XD)
Then have Tsume date Grillby. And make Toboe the king. And Kiba can be n*** for the entire length of the story even though this is like Arctic setting (nice frozen stick, Kiba. I'm pretty sure that's not the same one we fall with... but it could still be used as a weapon ;D) and then Alphys can die from nosebluuds because Kiba is just walking around n***. Then Kiba and Sans can have a dong measuring contest and Toriel walks in on it XD THEN SHE JOINS IN WITH HER MASSIVE-
(The rest of this review has been censored by the review gods due to its extreme crackiness XD I'm so sorry it's three in the morning and I've had two monsters and a snickers)
I hate you I just finished wolfs rain how could you get me attached to all the freakin characters only for THAT TO HAPPEN! YOU BASTARD XD
Yeah, the Horrortale thing is a one time deal. It was originally the crossover I was going to do but as I learned more about it I decided I didn't want to crossover after all.
This. Is. The funniest. Review. Ever.
Yeas.
Sans would be so jelly of Kiba. SO JELLY. DAT ASS!
And that last part. Yes, you have issues. I have issues. So, Toriel would just walk in and be like "spoiler alert boys" and whip out a massive dong? What the hell XD That shall now be a new AU called Dongtale. Yeah.
NSFW kids.
Oh I got snow alright... blech. I prefer the tropics. T.T lol I liked this chapter. If storm died I would cry for hours hugging my cat saying "it's okayyy... it's not really de..ad *sobs*" petition to protect cinnakitties. Lol that's a thing now. I think that violin suits frisk, and high tempo stuffs suit sans, cuz megalovania. Birbderps. Baii (also read bird derps on Webtoon it's funny.)
I'm practically a polar bear. Love snow. I hate heat and summer :/
WE MUST RISE TO PROTECT CINNAKITTY
I'll check it out when I have a chance :D
A Kea for Christmas: Awww. At the end of the deeply-scarring-and-traumatic day, there's still a floofy kitten rescue. :D
Let's totally all forget the massive disaster, and revel in the kitten-ness.
Floof.
Floof kitten fixes everything.
Laura:SNOW. We may have a white Christmas after all! I hope so, anyways. As for the review... Sans is one heck of a fighter. And Frisk is really getting in touch with her inner wolf. Although, the way I envision her, she actually fights more like a cat than a wolf, but whatever. As for Storm, I really think he's more than just an ordinary cat at this point. He can sense danger, knows how to avoid it, and had an innate sense of what the humans (or monsters) are saying. Maybe he's a monster in disguise? (ooh!) As for that Gaster bit... I have a hunch that maybe Gaster is the king. Either that, or the River-person from in game. You are very good at writing, you know! Continue your stories, and you'll be up there with the famous ones in no time!
Me too! I wish it would be white for like, half the year. I'm racist to seasons :b
Don't mess with Sans. Especially when he's in man-period mode. Moody Skeleton is never a good thing XD
Yeah, I realized that. But you gotta use what you gotta use, amirite? Frisk isn't as… animalistic as Sans (yet) so she'd rather use her nails than bite your face off. Plus, she doesn't fight to kill. Sans is over here snapping necks like twigs in comparison (bad Sans)
Storm has good hearing, remember. And the talking bit may have been Sans being a little paranoid and out of it, but Storm can also hear emotions well. As for being normal… well, he's not, let's just say that.
Frisk isn't the only one with determination…
Gaster ded:D
River person would be… ice person? Frozen river person? Idk. Oh, I got it! Snow person! It can have a magical snowboard to transport people on. But no, the king isn't the river person.
iluvfanficXD:So thattttss why sans didnt know about calibri when i asked him. XD (also the best anime guy for me is usui from maid sama. *nosebleed*)
Funny how all of my crushes are anime guys. BECAUSE REAL GUYS CAN NEVER MEASURE TO THE PERFECTION OF ANIME GUYS!
FictionGirl11: Winter here sucks. Desert winters SUCK. I'm arizona there is no such thing as winter and here where I live we get the cold but no snow to go with it because we live in a rain shadow. (The mountains steal all our precipitation.) It's horrible. If you're gonna be cold you should be able to have fun in the cold. Not just be cold.
When I thought you'd actually killed off Storm I was like, "DANG! You is either very brave or very stupid to kill of the kitty this early on. I hope you got your Temmie armor you is gonna need it." And then the cat was fine and your safety was no longer in danger. If anything, now you're going to have a REALLY hard time getting rid of Storm. I feel like the pacing of this chapter was a little rushed compared to the others. Might just be the fight scene, those things are notoriously difficult to write in something that isn't already fast paced and then keep pacing. Imma go listen to that song, sounds interesting. Thanks for another chapter and avoid bad times!
Oh no that does have to suck. Why haven't we made fake-real snow yet! Stop spending money on a wall that's going to do absolutely nothing but cause more problems Trump, MAKE SNOW!
Maybe if he made snow he wouldn't be so orange lol
Yeah, I knew if I killed off Storm I'd be murdered. Very fast. You don't kill off Floofy kitten unless you're in a very highly armed military base.
Maybe it is, I was trying to not make it drag on. Guess I did the job too well XD I hope this chapter is better in regards to that, but I doubt it since my brain has been mush.
You really should, it's an amazing song. So much FEELZ. I think I wanna make a PV for it or something with Sans and Frisk. Depends.
Stay safe and warm everyone, and don't get the sickies like me and Sansy (I literally decided if I was going to suffer a cold Sans was going to suffer with me lol)
From the wolf in the mountains,
Comycat~