I feel so bad for Frisk here. You'll see.

But I kinda feel bad for Sans too. His little issue just got, like, ten times worse. Lol.

AND I GOT A SHINY MIMIKYU! :D I was shiny chaining in Pokemon Moon for about five hours when I finally got one. I love it to bits.

Trivia time, Litten and Mimikyu are Frisk's favorite Pokemon. I haven't really decided on one for Sans but I think it would either be Lycanroc, Houndoom or Marowak. Or just the strongest legendary considering he's a douche and uses full legend teams XD that's how I see him, anyways.

Oh, quick suggestion. Go look at my Howlingtale Papyrus on DA before you read this. It's important you do so before reading. Maybe get yourself a bowl of spaghetti. Feel your love for the adorable cinnamon role skeleton.

Feel it.

Also I have a huge migraine so there may be more mistakes than usual. Well, maybe not considering this happens often, lol. I need to get on that :b

Frisk stared up at the hotel, resort, or whatever the hell it was.

"So… what now?" She asked. Storm jumped off of her shoulder to explore.

"Now." Sans huffed. "We are going to rent a freakin room, eat and party till we die, then go party some more down in hell."

"What? Who said I was going to hell?" Frisk was tired, but… she was also hungry.

"Me. I'm dragging your tail down there whether you like it or not." Sans grinned, showing his sharp teeth.

"Well… maybe we should go get different clothes… considering these ones are all bloody and stuff."

"Naw, we can just go in naked." Sans chuckled.

Even Storm turned to look at Sans.

"What?! Hell no. No thank you." Frisk turned her head away. Sans leaned over her shoulder.

"Yeah, you're right. No one wants to see a nude skeleton. You may be able to get away with it though, being female."

"Saaaaaans." Frisk pushed him away.

"Hey, its true. I'm sure you could get a free drink or two that way. Free stuff, amirite?"

"Thank god you aren't female, because god help us if you were."

"No, I'd have a lot of free stuff. Plus I'd have squeaky toys." Sans pointed at her chest.

Frisk crossed her arms.

"There are so many things wrong with you I don't know where to begin."

"Alright, alright. I just need to set up the shortcut, then we can zap back. I'm sure Paps is worried sick, seeing as the phone doesn't work in Blizzardland and he's probably heard about the crash by now."

Frisk jumped.

"Crap, I forgot! Poor Papyrus is probably through the roof worried about you! It would seem like you could be…" Frisk trailed off.

Sans shrugged, his magic activating. His eye turned a lighter blue, different from the cobalt blue. Maybe because he wasn't in aggressive mode?

"Naw, he'd be more worried 'bout you. I bet ya he'll nag me about not getting work done."

Frisk frowned.

"Sans, you know that's not true. You're his brother. You mean just as much to him as he means to you."

Sans summoned one of his giant skull beasts with a flick of his wrist. It startled Frisk a little.

"Whatever you say chupacabra. I just need to find the spot…" The skull started floating about.

Frisk watched it's every move, suddenly fascinated. It was moving on its own. Was it really a living creature.

Sans noticed her curiosity.

"That's a Gaster Blaster. His name is Mustard. He's my shortcut helper."

"You have more than one?" Frisk asked.

"Yeah. I've got Ketchup, Mustard, Garlic, Salt, Pepper, and Relish."

"Wow… creative names, Sans."

"I know. Who else would think of such awesome names?" Mustard stopped at a spot a little ways away, opening his mouth. A light blue fog drifted out of it.

"Yeah… sure buddy." Storm was sticking close to her, scared of the beast.

Sans walked up to it.

"Found it? Good." He held out his hands, and his eye flowed brighter.

Frisk had no idea in hell what he was doing.

She slowly walked over to him and the skull… Mustard. It's dull eye-lights turned to look at her.

So… it is like a… pet? I wonder…

Frisk reached out to it with her hand.

It let out an ugly hissing sound, opening its mouth wide.

If Frisk could jump to the moon, she would have at that moment.

She did jump pretty far into the air, screeching. Mustard screeched in response.

"HEY!" Sans pointed his finger at Mustard in a chiding manner.

"NO! Do not snap at Frisk! Be nice!"

Mustard closed his mouth and went docile, looking like he would almost whine.

Frisk was trying not to have a heart attack.

Jesus hell damn that was so gosh darn stupid, That things mouth is bigger than me and it's fangs are half the size of me how stupid can I be-

Sans turned to her.

"It's okay, you can pet him now."

"….no thanks." Frisk whimpered.

I am never, ever going near one of those things again…

"Aw, c'mon. They can be really sweet once they get to know you! Look, I'm doing it and I'm a skeleton, I've got no guts. If you've got less guts than that, I dunno what to tell you." Sans put his hand on Mustard's muzzle and gave her his pun grin.

Frisk groaned internally. Ugh.

"No. I don't like it." Frisk deadpanned.

Mustard looked offended.

Sans turned to him.

"Look what you did! I hope you're happy! Go away." Sans turned his back to the creature. It scowled before fading in a puff of blue smoke.

Frisk exchanged a glance with Storm.

"So… are we going to go…?"

Sans snapped from his pouting.

He rubbed his nose hole, sniffing.

"Yeah. I think I'm gonna take some allergy meds when we get back too. You don't wanna know what being congested without an actual nose feels like." He held out his hand.

Frisk picked up Storm and grabbed it. Sans flinched for some reason, his eyes fixed on her hand in his. Frisk didn't notice the light tinge of blue on his cheekbones.

"Yeah, I can agree with that. Being sick sucks, I feel you."

"Y-yeah. Ready? Here we go."

The world spun.

Suddenly, they were in the living room of the skeletons house.

Papyrus dropped his tray of meatballs in shock.

The tall skeleton stared at them open mouthed for a few moments.

Frisk felt a little dizzy. The sudden warmth was a little much.

"Uh… hey, bro." Sans greeted.

"…SANS! HUMAN!"

Papyrus dashed forward without warning and squeezed them both until a tight hug. Frisk wheezed, and Storm screeched.

"THE GREAT PAPYRUS WAS WORRIED SICK I HEARD ABOUT THE TRAIN AND ALPHYS SAID YOU WERE THERE AND YOU DIDN'T ANSWER YOUR PHONES AND DIDN'T COME HOME AND I WAS SO SCARED! DON'T DO THAT AGAIN!" There were comical tears in the corner of his eye.

Frisk smiled warmly, feeling a little bead of sweat run down her forehead.

What a welcome.

"Sure, Papy." Frisk said.

"Yup. What she said." Sans glance over at her, completely chill. The most chill she had seen him In awhile, actually.

Must be routine for him or something.

Papyrus put them down, and his eyes fixed on the kitten.

"Oh, whose this?" He bent down.

Storm sniffed the bridge of his nose, blue eyes wide.

"This is Storm. I got him from Alphys."

Papyrus smiled with glee.

"What a cute little kitten! Hi Storm, you are gazing at the Great Papyrus, master chef and future Royal Guardsman!" Papyrus struck a pose.

Frisk laughed lightheartedly. It felt good to be around Papyrus after all the trauma of the past day. He had a certain magic of making days good.

Papyrus eyed them in closer detail. His eyes widened a little and his grin faded.

"You guys are… you're hurt!" He cried out.

"I'm fine, we got fixed up. Sans is sick, though." Frisk looked over at him. He shot her a look and sniffled.

"M'fine too."

Papyrus edged a little closer, worried.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." Both Sans and Frisk said at the same time.

Papyrus didn't look completely appeased, but he backed away for now.

"Oh alright. So, do you guys want to help me remake my wonderful meatballs that you so rudely made me drop?"

Oh no. Frisk couldn't say no to Papyrus, could she?

Sans came to her rescue.

"Sorry bro, we're gonna get ready and then go stay over at MTT. The past day has been… rather ruff." Sans barked and looked directly at Storm in an attempt to scare him.

Storm stared back blankly.

Frisk lightly slapped his arm.

"Sans, stop being a bully!"

"Well, we gotta get the little snot a litter box so it doesn't crap in the house."

Papyrus's expression lit up.

"Worry not, human! I still have the box and litter from when I got a cat! Too bad she found somewhere else to live…" Papyrus ran upstairs, presumably to get said box.

Frisk glared at Sans, who shrugged.

"Sorry, I just walked in one day and saw a cat. Didn't like it. I didn't kill it, like I was joking about before. Well, if it didn't run fast enough I might have." Sans grinned and looked at Storm.

Storm was, again, unfazed.

You are either a very stupid or very brave kitten. Frisk thought.

She shook her head, frowning at the skeleton.

"Imma go to the store and get something for lunch, and for Papyrus. To make him happy. I feel bad leaving him any more."

"Me too." Frisk agreed.

"But get yourself some tissues or something. I don't want any more sick skeleton goo on me."

Sans rolled his eye-lights.

"Yeah, yeah."

Sans walked to the coat rack and grabbed a different, gray coat. She had never seen him wear it, but she realized it was because it looked a bit too small. He shed his current blood soaked one and donned this new one, and, without doing anything else walked out the door.

Idiot. You still look like you've been in a fight.

Frisk put Storm down and scratched behind her ear.

I'm going to take a bath to get all this gunk off. I don't like being this dirty.

Storm sniffed the corner of the couch as Frisk went upstairs and alerted Papyrus before entering the bathroom.

…

At some point Undyne and Rocky had come over. Frisk didn't feel as comfortable taking a bath with them downstairs, but whatever.

But damn, did it feel good to calm down and relax. Frisk almost feel asleep. Why couldn't Blizzardland be bathland, or heatland or something? Well, maybe not too hot, but nice and warm.

Stupid stupid stupid cold magic. I hate you. Frisk played with the lavender shampoo that somehow just showed up. The skeleton brothers had a lot of shampoos and soaps because they couldn't use them. They had accumulated over the years, apparently. Plus, the little white dog that showed up every now and again would dump them in or around the house.

That little white dog drops a lot of stuff off around here. I wonder why. Frisk recalled Sans telling her how it dropped a literal 3DS. And it worked too.

Frisk played around with the bubbles, liking the soothing scent of lavender.

She was almost spared from the racket downstairs.

Undyne was apparently really into the current Mario Cart session (she had just gotten a Wii from the dump and brought it over)

The door opened and something was thrown. Undyne must have lost, or got really excited she won. She could hear Rocky bark once in alarm.

Frisk played with the rubber ducky that was always kept in the water, regardless of who went in. It was like the duck owned the tub. It was originally Papyrus's, but no one bothered to move him. Sans had drawn him a little mustache and monocle to go with his top hat. Classy duck.

There was talking, and lots of movement. Frisk felt a stab of annoyance. Why can't I just take a bath in quiet? Did Satan fish sense that I was taking a bath and bolt it over here?

Frisk threw the bar of soap into the water and watched it fall to the bottom. She wished she could be that bar of soap. She could escape the noise and smell nice.

Well, maybe not. Then I would have to be rubbed all over naked bodies. Ew. Frisk shuddered.

Suddenly she felt a lot more sympathetic towards soap.

There was someone outside.

There was more talking, but there was still soap in Frisk's ears and she couldn't hear.

She quickly dipped her head under the water to get the soap off.

As she lifted her head back up, two undesirable things happened.

One, she got a bubble up her nose.

Two, the door freaking opened.

"SANS, NO, THE HUMAN IS IN THERE!"

Too late.

If Sans had blood, it would probably be draining from his face right about now.

Frisk didn't react at first. She didn't know how to react. Sans was probably in the same predicament.

They just… stared at each other.

Frisk could feel the heat rise in her face.

…

Sans's eyes were wide.

"…oh. Um… hi?"

Finally, Frisk reacted.

"WHAT THE HELL!? GET OUT!" Frisk grabbed the nearest bottle of whatever and chucked it at the skeleton as hard as she could.

Sans yelped and got out of there pretty fast after that.

He must have been in a pretty big hurry, because a second later she could hear him falling down the stairs.

Undyne burst into howling laughter downstairs.

Frisk was panting. Her face was on fire.

The god damn skeleton waltzed on in here and just STARED! Like, at least get out, not stare! What the hell is wrong with that pervert?!

Frisk decided her bath was done and got out and dressed.

She came stomping down the stairs a few minutes later, her tail still dripping wet.

Undyne was rolling on the floor, laughing her ass off. Rocky was laughing as well, though she could see he was trying hard to hide it. Papyrus was scolding Sans.

The second he saw her he backed away against the wall.

Undyne's laughing intensifies.

"Holy shit you should see your face, human… hooooolllyyy sheit! You had better run Sansy, she's gonna chew your bones!"

Papyrus turned to the fish.

"UNDYNE! Language! And the human has just been through a traumatic experience, be more respectful!"

Frisk flicked her ear.

Thank you Papyrus.

She glared at Sans so hard it had to leave some sort of mark.

His cheeks were deep blue and sweat ran down his skull. Frisk had never seen him so scared and it gave her cruel satisfaction.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were in there! Honest!" Sans put his hands up and smiled nervously.

Frisk growled.

"Yeah right, pervert."

"If I buy you a coffee will you feel better?"

Frisk couldn't believe this.

A coffee. Will not. Heal what has been damaged.

"A COFFEE WILL NOT FIX MY MENTAL SCAR!"

"H-hey, I'm just as mentally scarred as you!"

"Ex-CUSE Me?!" Frisk was ten times more pissed.

I may not be a freakin model, but I am not that ugly! Especially to bring up in this situation!

Sans flinched.

"Whoops, you fucked up now, bro. You do not know how to handle girls, do you." Undyne sat up, still heaving.

"… I guess not." Sans looked around the room as if looking for an escape.

Storm was sitting on the corner of the couch, watching the action. He looked like he could be eating popcorn right now.

"Hey, I think you would be very lucky to… umm… get that… chance. To see such a pretty… never mind." Rocky looked away.

Frisk turned to him.

"No. But thank you."

Sans threw his arms out.

"Why aren't you mad at him!"

"Because HE didn't barge into the bathroom while I was taking a bath! Speaking of which… did you see anything?"

Sans made a small sound in his throat and looked away.

Frisk huffed.

Why me why me why me why me why me why me?

"You are. Never. To talk about. Boobs being squeaky toys again. You hear me?"

"… yeah."

Frisk pushed air through her nose.

"And you are still getting me a coffee. A good coffee, too."

"Well, can't be MTT. They're only taking reservations for rooms at the moment due to some issue. Most of their stores are closed. But in a week they will open back up and they're having an opening party, I signed us up."

Frisk crossed her arms.

"You didn't ask me."

"… did I really need to ask?"

"I don't know. I know nothing about this party. I am not as irresponsible as you."

Storm mewed, as if in agreement.

"The cat agrees, lol." Undyne said.

"Awwww, such a cute kitty!" Rocky cooed.

"The human has such a smart kitty!" Papyrus

Sans scowled at all the attention the little kitten was receiving. Frisk shot him a glare to show him his current place.

The kitten doesn't intrude upon my bath. The kitten isn't a pervert.

"Well, Sans, I need to head to the store!" Papyrus announced.

Sans looked over at him. "Huh? I was just there. You could have told me what you wanted."

"I didn't know that Undyne and Rocky were coming over! And we decided to have a big sleepover! We need lots of food for our guests!"

"I was never consulted." Sans muttered. Frisk was a little nervous to be sleeping in the same house as Undyne.

What if she finds me in my sleep and gives me a noogie. I don't want any unaware noogies. Or she will draw a penis on my face with permanent marker like Sans told me she did to him one time. Frisk shuddered as her mind went over all the dark things Undyne could do to her in her sleep.

Papyrus didn't notice his brother's reaction to the news and slipped into his over-sized boots.

"I will be right back! Then we can all make the best meatballs ever!" Papyrus ran out the door and slammed it shut behind him.

Undyne jumped into the air and plopped on the couch, taking the controller into her hand. Frisk now saw what had been thrown. Undyne had thrown Sans's joke book into the wall by the door. Possibly, at Sans. Rocky sat down on the floor and too, up his controller.

"Hey, you guys wanna play? I wanna kick more ass!" Undyne turned to them.

Rocky followed her gaze, then looked away sheepishly.

He's still not over his… crush. Frisk noted. She felt another stab of guilt.

"No thanks. I want coffee." She looked over at Sans.

He rubbed the back of his skull.

"Um, maybe if you actually ask."

"I don't need to ask. Get me a coffee, pervert."

Sans's eyes narrowed.

"You have been getting really ballsy lately, Snap pea. That should be fixed."

Suddenly, Frisk was lurched into the air.

Sans had grabbed her soul with blue magic and flipped her upside down.

Frisk's hair hung limply and she dangled in the air. Her heart sped up as she gasped.

How dare he? He's gonna give me a heart attack!

Frisk decided not to show her fear and stick her tongue out at him instead.

Sans waggled his finger.

"Tsk tsk. Nope."

He started moving his hand around in a circle. Frisk felt herself move with it.

He was spinning her in circles like a game of spin-the-bottle.

The room turned into a blur as the world spun around again and again. Frisk yelped, unable to keep her senses.

Then, the spinning stopped and she was put down.

The room still lurched around her, and she staggered a little, winded. At leas

"Not… cool… Sans."

Undyne was grunting while slamming her fingers into the buttons, while Rocky's tail wagged.

"Alright, let's go."

"You jerk!"

He got over… that so quickly? That's so mean, I deserve respect after that! Frisk was not happy.

Sans chuckled.

Frisk grabbed Storm before following Sans out the door. She was still dizzy and ended up running into the door frame on the way out. Sans burst out laughing until she shot a glare at him to shut up.

"The Nice Cocoa guy is out over near the entrance to Waterfall." Sans said. Storm jumped out of her arms and walked beside her.

"I'm guessing we can go to the store and track down Papyrus. He may need help, knowing how he is when it comes to sleepovers." Sans's voice had an edge of annoyance.

"You don't like big sleepovers, huh?" Frisk asked.

"Eh, just not right now. I'm sick, I'm tired."

"You're on your man period." Frisk joked.

Sans went to nudge her with his shoulder, then pulled away awkwardly.

Welp, guess he wasn't over it?

"Shaddup."

"Well, I sort of want to go find Papyrus. I want to look at cat stuff for Storm." Frisk said.

They came close to the Save star under the pine tree. Frisk hadn't given any of the Stars much attention, always touching them but never thinking about them. There weren't any she could see in Blizzardland. She learned her lesson about the Resets though, and hadn't been actively seeking them out.

To her surprise, Storm padded up to it and sniffed it. Like he could see it.

Frisk stopped beside it.

Sans looked back at her.

"Ugh, what's the little gremlin doing now? Making yellow snow?"

"No. He's… it's almost like he can see it." Frisk muttered. Storm went on his hind legs and batted the star playfully. His paw made contact.

Frisk blinked.

"Hey, Sans. Put your hand there." Frisk pointed to the Star.

"O…Kay?" Sans obeyed. His hand went right through the Star.

Storm can touch it… and see it.

"What's this about? And why is the cat doing that?" Sans looked extremely confused. There was also a look in his eye that said "I'm too tired to deal with this."

"Sans, there's a Save Star there. And it's like Storm can interact with it." Frisk picked him up, touching the star as she did so to show Sans.

Sans's eyes widened with surprise.

"Oh. Welp. Maybe animals can see them? I dunno."

Frisk glanced down at Storm. He reached up and put his paws on her nose.

So cute.

Frisk smiled and shook him off.

"Yeah, maybe you're right."

"Well, if you wanna go find Papyrus go ahead. I'll get the Coffee. If he doesn't have any stocked right now, Hot Cocoa?"

"You'd better come back with a coffee or I will eat your femur."

"Okay, okay. Chill, it shouldn't be that hard considering we're in snow."

Frisk scowled.

"Go."

Before he could reply, she stomped up the path to the store.

Storm put his paws on her shoulder at watched as Sans disappeared from sight.

She could see the footprints from Papyrus clear as rain. He had such big boots, probably to help with walking through the snow.

The footsteps followed the path for a few minutes , until, without warning, veered off into the coniferous forest.

Frisk blinked.

He knows his way. Why did he go over here?

Frisk felt an unexplainable pang of dread.

Why did she feel like something bad happened.

Frisk pushed the feeling away.

No, too much has happened. I'm just paranoid… I hope.

Frisk followed the tracks.

They seemed to follow a straight line burrowed into the snow. Was he just following the line, or did something make the line?

They snaked around the trees, going further… they crossed over a patch of smooth rocks and went through some rugged undergrowth.

They led to a clearing that opened up on a cliff.

A flash of white met her.

Frisk yelped as the bullet grazed her arm. She had jumped to the side just in time. She felt Storm puff up in fear.

"Oh, why hello~!"

Flowey.

The blue flower was across the clearing, deep green vines snaking through the snow.

Frisk followed them.

"H-human!"

That damn flower.

Papyrus was wrapped in thick vines, and they held him down. Frisk snarled at the flower, rage filling her.

We meet again. Oh, how I've wanted to pull that stupid face from that stem.

"Let. Papyrus. Go."

Flowey laughed, his voice getting lower. His petals twitched.

"How very demanding. It seems you've grown some balls since the last time we chatted! But I already knew that. I've been following you, watching you. You really are an idiot!"

Frisk bared her teeth.

"And so are you. If you're been… stalking me you know I am not afraid to fight you. I don't know what your deal is with me, but it has nothing to do with Papyrus. So let him go!"

"F-Flowey, this isn't very nice! What did we talk about?" Papyrus scolded the Flower, though she could tell he was terrified.

No. One. Messed with Papyrus.

Flowey smiled sadistically. Frisk looked into his eyes, and she could see just how soulless he really was.

"Heh, how noble. How stupid. Make me, little wolf!"

A line of white bullets materialized in the air. Frisk threw herself into the snow to avoid them.

Some flew down at her. Storm ran the opposite direction as she tried to roll over.

One hit her in the leg, sending a sharp pain up her body.

Frisk squeezed her eyes shut and howled.

I need to get Sans, I need help. He's got Papyrus, and he might hurt him before I can do anything. Sans, please hear this…

Flowey chuckled darkly.

"What was that, a cry for help? Well, it doesn't matter. Your trash bag friend can't help you in this situation. You see, I don't want to kill you. Yet. I'm after something… bigger. And I need some… DETERMINATION, to help me." Flowey's voice was sickly sweet.

Frisk stood up. Storm hissed from where he stood, right in front of a gnarled trunk of an old spruce tree.

Frisk stared at the evil creature, brow furrowing.

"What… do you… mean? What do you want?!"

Flowey grinned.

"Oh, you will see. You will see." His voice dropped a few octaves at the last part.

Frisk felt a chill crawl up her spine.

"Flowey, please stop." Papyrus pleaded.

"Paps! Are you okay?" Frisk turned to him. Tears were in his eyes, and sweat dripped from his skull.

The vines looked so tight…

Frisk's ears pricked.

She could hear footsteps crunching through the snow.

Flowey didn't look bothered at all.

"Look who's here. Snarly trash bag."

Sans burst into the clearing, panting.

"Frisk! I heard… oh god, Papyrus!" Sans's eyes went dark at the sight of his brother.

He started shaking.

"What… you. Weed." Sans turned to Flowey.

"To my displeasure, I seem to meet you again. Whatever. Only a minor setback." Flowey glared at Sans.

"You. I… I remember you… I don't have any memories, but this feeling… it's you, it's it?" Sans snarled.

Flowey shook his head.

"That's a question for… another day. Or let's say, another time? Because-" Flowey's face went dark.

"I've got work to do."

Papyrus cried out in pain.

The vines were tightening.

"Stop!" Frisk ran towards Papyrus, fear hitting her hard.

Something tugged her to the ground, and the next second a large vine was wrapped around her body, squeezing. She felt thorns dig into her skin and tried to cry out, but all she could manage was a strangled gasp.

"Frisk, Paps! Hold on!"

Frisk heard the sound of his bones being summoned.

Flowey grunted and retreated quickly into the snow, reappearing a few feet away.

There was a flash of green, and Sans was thrown into the tree where Storm was standing. The kitten cried out and ran behind the tree, shaking in fear.

"S… An…s…" Frisk couldn't breathe.

Is this it? He knows I can come back, or… does he intend on killing me till I don't?

"Too late." Flowey sneered.

There was a loud, bone chilling crack in front of her.

Frisk opened her mouth, but no sound came.

Papyrus faded to a pile of dust, the vines crushing his body completely.

No… no…

It felt like a bad dream. A horrible dream.

He just killed Pap… Papyrus.

She heard Sans make a sound, but couldn't see him. She couldn't turn her head. Flowey was looking at him.

"Oh, look. Whoops. Didn't realize how… fragile bones could be, hehe~. Now, what will you do now? I'll see you… later, hahah!"

Flowey dipped into the ground, his vines going with him.

Frisk took in a ragged gasp of air as the vines let her go.

She coughed for a few moments, shaking. Her head was light.

So was her body.

She just couldn't… couldn't process…

He was dead.

Frisk looked up again, expecting to see a smiling face and wide, happy eye sockets.

But no.

All there was was a pile of dust.

He was gone.

Frisk heard a tiny sob behind her.

Oh no…

Sans had his skull in his hands, his body quaking. She could hear his bones rattling.

"Oh no… no, no no, Papyrus, no…"

Frisk's throat closed up and she let out a whine, tears pouring from her eyes.

I don't… Why Papyrus? Why… why someone so…

Frisk heard the sound of magic.

Storm meowed loudly in fear.

"Sans, what… Sans, no!" Frisk rushed over to him.

He had a sharp bone in his hand, aimed at his chest. His soul was out.

She grabbed his hand as fast as she could, pulling back as hard as she could. Her head was screaming, as was her heart.

No. Not him. Not Sans too.

"Frisk… let, go, please… you don't understand, you don't…"

He pulled against her grasp. Frisk grabbed the bone as well.

"Sans, stop, you can't j-"

"You don't understand!" He snapped. Tears streamed out of his eye as well as purple magic.

"He… I can't live without him! He was the only… the only thing that kept me alive. He was the reason I kept on going. To hear him tell me to shut up after making a pun, to hear him go on about his dreams, to nag me about leaving my socks around… Frisk, I can't… you don't…" he broke. He was broken.

Frisk had stopped shaking.

Sans…

"Sans, please… I know… I know, Sans…"

She felt an odd fire in her chest. A Fire she hadn't felt in awhile.

He wasn't dead.

I'm not letting him die. I'm not letting them die.

"He's not dead. Your not going to die."

"F-frisk…" Sans sobbed.

She pulled the bone away and flung it into the snow.

"The only one dying is me."

Sans froze.

"W-what?"

"You heard me." Frisk felt oddly calm.

She knew what she had to do.

Sans's head shot up.

"No, no! Not you too! N-"

"Sans, listen." She put her hand on his arm, looking into his eye sockets. He looked so scared.

"It isn't over. I'm an anomaly, remember? I can Reset."

"R-reset? Wait, you said you can't reset by force!"

Frisk shook her head.

"No. I can't." She stood up.

She eyed the cliff.

"But I don't have to force it."

Sans shot up and grabbed her shoulders.

"Frisk, I said no! You aren't like me! You haven't done the things I did! You know that you might not come back! I can't lose two of you!"

Frisk felt a stab in her heart.

Two of us?

"I care about you too, almost as much as I do Papyrus. Please, Frisk…"

Frisk blinked.

"I've made up my mind. If you do care, let go. I promise I'll come back, alright?"

Sans didn't let go at first. She could feel him trembling.

Then, he pulled her into a hug. Frisk didn't react.

She closed her eyes.

I'm not letting this happen. I'm sorry, Sans.

"You'd better come the fuck back, alright?" He whispered.

"Yeah."

She pulled him off of her.

His eye was glowing a bright purple.

Storm meowed.

Frisk walked towards the cliff.

She felt a final shiver of fear.

But her Determination swallowed it hole.

They aren't dead.

Frisk looked down. The wind blew precariously.

She closed her eyes.

Don't be afraid… It will be just like Sans's blue magic. Just like the blue magic.

She felt a lurch in her stomach as her body fell.

She felt a final blast of pain as her body slammed into the rocks before everything went black.

I am a douche.

A real douche.

You all hate me, don't you? XD

I did have fun with this chapter, though. Especially the bath part.

What's Flowey up too? Next time we find out.

Oh Frisk. Poor, poor Frisk.

She isn't the only human anymore.

I can't do reviews today, because I don't have time while standing outside of the café in the snow. I will try to update this tomorrow with the reviews, or maybe do them next chapter. Sorry about that!

From the wolf in the mountains,

Comycat.