This is a cruddy update. Sorry...

I came up with a random idea of putting the HT Characters in Fire Emblem Awakening clothing, like, having Frisk in the Robin clothes and Sans in Chrom's. Frisk looks FABULOUS XD haven't done Sans yet. Btw Chrom is so sexy lol and so is Gaius

I didn't say that :3

Anyways, I've started a new FNaF AU of sorts called Springheart. It's a comic over on deviantart. If you like FNaF, or just know even a little about it go check it out! It's pretty different from the FNaF cannon, so… lol. Springtrap is so fun to draw, I make him Floofy.

Frisk stretched out on the old, lumpy couch with Sans sitting at the other end. She wanted to take a nap, but there was too much noise. Rocky and Undyne played Mario Kart again, with Papyrus cheering them on. Toriel had offered to make them a special dinner but had to rush back to her home fast to get some spices she needed. She also said something about inviting another guest, to which Papyrus heartily agreed.

Alphys had to go home for reasons unknown. She promised to text back tomorrow. Undyne said it was probably to clean up after Sans, saying that he left a hurricane ruin wherever he went.

Sans shared her tired mood, though at least he had a reason. Frisk was just tired. Storm was on her back, kneading her with his paws. He had learned to bite back the claws the second he got swatted by Sans for kneading him (and she had swatted him in return).

Sans seemed relieved the attention was off of him for the time being. She still caught his eyes scanning each face in the room thoughtfully. She didn't know what was on his mind but hopefully it was good.

Frisk shifted and turned away from the TV, bringing her broken hand up. It began to ache immediately from the way she was holding it before.

Frisk exhaled and put her nose under the blanket.

She felt Sans move at the other side of the couch.

"Hey, Snap Pea, you feeling okay? You've been kinda…"

"Tired?" Frisk finished.

"Yeah. Paps says you've been sleeping a lot since you came back."

"Cause I'm tired. You shouldn't be talking. You have the right to remain silent." Frisk huffed.

"Oh stop it." Frisk saw his hand extend and hid her head under the blanket before it reached her head. He still ruffled her hair from under the blanket though.

"You've been a bad boy. You shouldn't be talking." Frisk poked her head out again.

"…that sounds kinky. Anyways, you sure you okay? Is your hand bugging you or something?"

Frisk pushed Storm away from her face so she could breathe.

"Kinda. Can't be helped."

Sans looked back up.

"I feel ya. My knee's killing me."

"Did you tell Al?"

"No."

"So you didn't learn a thing?" Frisk sighed.

Sans looked at her challengingly.

"You didn't tell her your hand hurts. Who should shut their mouth now?"

Frisk gave him a whack with her tail.

Sans pushed himself off the couch with a groan. His crutches were forgotten somewhere. He'd only use them if he were dying.

"Imma get food."

"I can get it if you want." Frisk offered.

"Naw." Before she couch argue with him, he limped towards the kitchen.

Frisk sighed and buried her head under the blanket again, feeling Storm park between her legs and curl into a ball.

He was gone for about five minutes until there was screaming from the kitchen.

"SANS! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! OUT!"

There was muffled talking and then Papyrus came in, carrying Sans by his underarms.

Papyrus dropped Sans on the couch.

She noticed there was red around the shorter skeleton's mouth.

"YOU DO NOT EAT RAW MEAT!"

"But I'm hungry."

"THERE IS NO EXCUSE! JUST BECAUSE FOR SOME REASON YOU CAN DOESN'T MEAN I WILL ALLOW YOU!"

Undyne had paused the game and turned around.

"That's disgusting man."

"It's not that bad." Rocky argued.

Frisk blinked.

Wow.

"I'm sorry…" Sans looked down and made a depressed face. "I was just really hungry…"

Frisk frowned.

Sans was being a sly bastard.

Papyrus instantly softened.

"Oh, it's okay brother! I know you haven't been eating much because you haven't been well, so I guess it can slide. BUT! You must eat healthier meals!"

"… brownie?"

"Sans, that isn't healthy!"

"…please?"

"FINE!"

Papyrus stomped into the kitchen, and Sans grinned at Frisk.

"… being chronically Depressed is awesome. I should do it more often." He snickered.

Frisk glared at him.

"BRO. I should punch your face in for that. You're such a dick." Undyne growled.

Sans flinched, and Frisk knew that wasn't a show.

"…"

"I AM JOKING! JESUS SANS!" Undyne turned back around to the game.

Sans kept wary eyes on her for a few more moments.

She hadn't seen Sans act like that before. He had either not cared or hid any fear he had. From what she heard the fight wasn't that bad, but maybe he unconsciously linked his knee to the fish.

Frisk sat up, trying her best to not bother Storm.

Papyrus came back in with a bowl.

It was far more than a brownie.

It had ice cream, fudge, whip cream… where was the brownie?

Frisk cast envious eyes as Papyrus gave his brother the bowl.

"The finest treat from the finest brother!"

Sans looked down at it.

"… where's the brownie?"

"Under the ice cream! "

"…thanks. Love you bro." Sans had the biggest grin, and he glanced over at her.

Frisk looked up at Papyrus pleadingly.

"… can I have some too?"

"Sorry, human. It is far too unhealthy! Even I couldn't eat that! But at least it will keep my brother happy and occupied." Papyrus walked back into the kitchen.

Frisk stared open mouthed.

"…traitor!"

She wanted to cry.

Sans was silent.

"… do you want some?"

Frisk turned away.

"It's too "unhealthy". She pouted.

"I only asked for a brownie. It's not like your overweight or something. It's the opposite. So get the spoon from your pie bowl and get over here, fluffy butt."

"… Fine." Frisk couldn't resist. She grabbed her spoon as fast as possible and crammed up against Sans, leaving poor Storm in the dust.

Undyne beat Rocky again and started whooping. She then turned to them.

"… are you seriously sharing that? I'd spear anyone who goes near that, because damn does that look good." Undyne looked down into the bowl.

Frisk glared up at the fish.

Sans shrugged.

"So you'd spear Al?"

"No… but that's different! Well… maybe not…" Undyne smiled cruelly.

Sans stopped chewing.

"I've got you figured out, skeleton. So I guess be both got secrets, eh?"

"…what?" Frisk looked between them.

"…keep your mouth shut and I'll keep mine shut." Sans growled.

"Deal."

"What's going on?" Frisk whined.

"Nothing you need to know. Eat the sweets."

Frisk looked between them again before digging in.

…

Frisk had a serious issue.

She was scared of the TV again.

Why was she scared of TV's!

She sat on the couch in the darkness for who knows how long, glaring at the screen.

It made her stiff with fear, and she couldn't explain why.

It also smelled like sushi. Undyne stunk.

At least she was gone, as well as everyone else.

"… is this why you've been sleeping so much?"

Frisk yelped and rolled off the couch, landing on her bad hand.

"Whoa, you okay? Jeez, that had to hurt."

Frisk whimpered and rolled over.

Sans looked down at her, leaning on a crutch.

Her hand throbbed and she rubbed the outer wrapping, biting her lip.

"…"

Sans blinked.

"… are you scared of the TV?"

"…no…"

"…do you want to come upstairs?"

"…no…"

"I asked Papyrus to pull out the spare mattress before. I can bring it down if you want."

Frisk stared at him.

Why did he know everything?

"…if I really want too, I can do it… but…" Frisk rolled over and sat up.

"… can I see your arm?"

"Huh?"

"The right one."

"…oh. There's nothing new, I swear." Sans's expression fell.

"I… know… I just… I'm sorry…" now that they were alone, the "words" felt much bigger than they had before. Frisk shrunk a little.

"… this is kind of my fault… because I wasn't there after I said I would be… I feel so bad." Frisk looked down.

She heard Sans inhale sharply.

"No. It's not. It's mine. You had every right too. Actually, you shouldn't be here all the time. They were all right, I… guess I do need to rely on more than one person… it's not fair to put all of that pressure on you, for this reason. I was stupid. I took what you said out of context. I let my feelings get out of hand and released everything that had been pent up in a negative way. I never said it wasn't me, even when I was out of it." Sans sat down in front of her. "And I really do need to grow up. I don't like it… but today… I never expected that… now I can't let them down. I've always let people down… I don't want to anymore."

Frisk looked to the side.

She heard Sans's clothes ruffle.

"Here."

Frisk looked over.

Sans had pulled up his sleeve. The cuts looked mostly healed, but they now traveled up his lower arm as well. Frisk felt something catch in her throat.

"…don't look at me like that." Sans said.

Frisk looked away again.

"… there's nothing else I can say… that hasn't already been said, I guess. But… I can't help but feel it's still my fault."

She heard Sans sigh.

"…I know. There's probably nothing I can do to change your mind… but it wasn't your fault all the same. I just… want to forget this all and… try to move on. For real. Okay?"

"…ok…"

There was a few heartbeats of silence.

"…you want ice cream? Hell, you can have a whole tub of it. I'll tell Paps I ate it. Or the rest of the pie… there's more brownie… cookies, w-"

"We need to talk about Chara." Frisk interrupted.

Sans's eyes widened.

"Shit, I forgot about her… she ran out of power, correct?"

"Yeah. But for how long? She seems to be getting more strength, from the LOVE she got back in the other timeline. She's got enough Corrupted Determination that she can make a substantial being for a short period of time… and she's proven she can cause ruckus in that amount of time."

"That's troubling, considering we just pissed her off big time. But I'm more worried about her being able to control you again. She said she had no point, but… if she really wanted to kill you, she could just by doing that."

"She'd lose a lot of power, but if it came down to it… I don't think I could resist, you're right. That would be her last resort…"

She could see purple edge Sans's left eye light.

"That's not good. Also, we can't really kill her. She will keep coming back, and back again. Or, she'll start killing people again and do… whatever she wanted to do." Sans looked extremely nervous. She wasn't used to seeing him like that, and it bothered her.

"She says she has a new plan… just that we were in the way… whatever it is… I don't like it…" Frisk whined a little.

Sans realized he was spooking her and softened a little.

"There's nothing we can do but wait. And… we shouldn't go out alone. Both of us. In case she does decide to attack. Got it? That also counts being in the house alone… try to always be around someone. It's safer."

"… you're right. I guess it's all we can do now…" Frisk stared at the TV again.

Sans leaned forward a little.

"I know you're scared, Puppo. But I'm sure I'll be fine. No reason to go around being all spooked… k?" He reached forward momentarily before pulling his hand back, seeming to catch himself in the middle of something.

Frisk closed her eyes.

"I guess so…"

"Hey, I've got an idea. The old dude in the ruins? Why don't you give him a visit? Maybe that will calm your nerves a little."

Frisk looked up. She had completely forgotten about Asgore…

"… kinda a random thing to say, don't ya' think?"

Sans chuckled.

"Well, I'm tired of being and seeing everyone upset. Especially my little Lassie over here."

Frisk scoffed.

"Lassie thinks Timmy is acting a little Out of Character, hm? Since when did you drop the pessimism?"

"The glass is still half empty, but champagne is still champagne."

"Opportunistic pessimist?"

"Sure. But there's literally a half a bottle of champagne in the fridge."

"You are such an alcoholic. How'd the hell did you get it past Papyrus?"

"I put a grape sticker on the front. I stole it from Al. It's real fancy too. I figured no one wants me drinking alone considering what happened recently."

"I don't want you drinking at all. It's mine now."

"Nooooo… I will throw Storm in the toilet if you steal it." Sans's eyes narrowed.

"Throw Storm in the toilet and I'll rub ghost pepper on your hands one day when you're sleeping. Let's see how you feel after that."

Sans winced.

"Ow. I'd like to keep my penis."

"I still can't get over the fact a skeleton has a… Welp." Frisk blushed slightly.

"…remember Boners?"

Frisk stiffened and held back the laugh.

"…nope. Not go-"

"Boners."

Frisk felt the cap break and started laughing loudly.

Storm looked up from his spot on the couch, startled by the sudden noise.

Sans chuckled.

"Heh, still got it. Hey, let's go raid the kitchen already."

Frisk sat up, rubbing her stomach.

"W-what's… been with you and food lately?"

"I don't know. I've just been starving."

"You ate 30 pounds of meat in one sitting, you are not starving."

"That was after not eating for a week and a half."

"Oh."

"Alcohol." Sans stood up.

Frisk sighed and followed him, wanting to hit him over the head with the bottle.

…

Frisk was woken up by angry yelling.

"SANS! WHERE DID ALL THE FOOD GO OH MY GOD HOW MUCH DID YOU EAT!?"

Frisk rolled over, groaning. She had fallen asleep on the couch, and Sans was on the other couch. Her hand hurt. And her stomach felt like she had swallowed stones.

She felt like she had went from underweight to horridly obese in one sitting.

Frisk sat up and groaned again. Sans did similar, rubbing his neck and yawning.

"Mmmmm… wat?"

Papyrus came in and out his hands on his hips.

"You ate almost all of our food! How could you eat that much!?"

"I had help, bro." Sans replied.

"Thanks." Frisk mumbled. Storm was lying on his back. He had joined the… feast.

"YOU DIDN'T PICK ANYTHING UP!"

Frisk realized the room looked like the aftermath of a tornado, garbage strewn everywhere. She also realized Sans's shirt was on the floor and he was currently shirtless.

Why the hell was he not wearing a shirt?

"I can't, my knee hurts."

"Augh, Sans… that doesn't excuse the fact you ate so much! This is getting ridiculous."

"But depressed people have eating problems. I can't help it."

"Sans… oh. I'm sorry. I didn't tie it with your illness. Still. You must get it under control!"

"Sure."

Papyrus walked into the kitchen to probably clean up the mess left in there.

"You really need to stop taking advantage of his feelings, it's mean." Frisk told him.

"… can I have that cheese puff caught in your tail?"

"What?" Frisk looked at her tail. Indeed, a cheese puff was stuck in her fur. "Ew, no!"

Frisk pulled it out and threw it in the overflowing trash can.

"Awww I could have eaten that…" Sans whined.

"…you're hopeless."

Sans laid back down.

"Imma take a nap…"

Frisk rolled her eyes and scratched behind her ear.

"… you said something last night about visiting Asgore. Why don't we do that today?"

Sans looked up.

"…we?"

"Yes, we. We don't want to travel alone, right? And you can teleport. I understand if your knee hurts too badly, but…" Frisk didn't add in that she wanted to spend more time with the skeleton.

"…fiiiiiiinnnnnneeeee." Sans groaned.

Frisk smiled and stood up, ready to clean up the mess before poor Papyrus had an aneurism.

…

Frisk realized how long it had been since she was in this part of Snowdin forest.

Right in front of the giant doors to the ruins.

This place was quiet and swathed with nostalgia. She could remember her first, shaking steps she took out of the ruins and the first time she had met Sans, turning around to see a living skeleton.

So much has happened since then, huh?

Sans was at her side. He had refused to bring his crutches.

Frisk swallowed and pushed open the doors. They opened easier than last time, a nod to the strength she had gained.

"No knock, huh. Ballsy, considering he's the former king." Sans commented.

"There's a long hallway here, he wouldn't hear us." Frisk explained, entering.

She had forgotten how long and nerve racking this hall was. Faded purple stones lining the floor and walls, every step sending an echo through the hall. Frisk was relieved when she saw the light from the magic torch and smelled the scent of Asgore's home. The doors were left wide open, presumably for this purpose.

Sans was looking around seemingly carelessly, but she could tell he was analyzing his new surroundings.

When they reached the stairs, Frisk felt a rush of nervousness. Would he welcome her? He had said she could visit anytime, but…

Frisk shook herself and made her way up the stairs.

"Just intruding, huh." Sans muttered behind her.

Frisk did feel bad for that, but there wasn't much else she could do.

And she missed the giant goat.

Frisk heard the floor creak as they stepped foot in the house. It seemed brighter than last time, at least compared to the darker walls and floor of the skeleton house. It had a woody, homey feel that she realized she had missed sorely.

"…Asgore?" Frisk called.

"Water is running in the kitchen." Sans informed.

Frisk pricked her ears and listened carefully. Indeed, she could hear the faint running of the faucet.

Frisk began to walk through the hall and approach the kitchen.

Sans followed silently.

Frisk peaked around the corner of the doorway leading to the kitchen. She could see Asgore standing in front of the sink, seeming to be washing dishes. He was wearing a large flower shirt and shorts that made him look like a Hawaiian tourist.

Frisk snickered to herself.

She then took a deep breath

"Asgore?"

The pacing died.

I had to end it there due to some issues with my ipad. At least my eye is feeling better but Word hasn't been saving. I had to rewrite parts about three times. It sucks.

Anyways, that's that. Goat dad has returned! He not gonna be too happy about Sans tho. :b

Sans is finally being a smart skeleton.

Sans is such an alcoholic. Bad Sans. He probably had a bad time over at Alphys's, due to his newfound addiction. Or he was too caught up in his heat to notice.

AvianSobriety: certainly don't want to go to hell run by Undyne, lol XD or at least Sans certainly don't want too. It would be like in Dragon Ball Z resurrection F, when Frezia is sent to his own special hell full of cupcakes and rainbows and cute fluffy dancing animals. Lol.

Guest: actually, no. Sans wouldn't view the rest as "pack" due to not being too close to them himself or due to them not being Moon-Bloods. He probably wouldn't even view Papyrus as a pack member. Frisk hits a special category of being Moon-Blood. Even then Frisk is more the one to view people as pack members because of her stringer mental connection to wolf. But idk. Lol. Sorry for rambling :b

Iluvfanfic: I had kinda the same issue. I wanted to close the one but then my other would close, and vice verse. It sucked :/ plus any amount of light killed me.

Lauralie20: heat is when an animal (cats and dogs, for example) go into a stage where they are rendered "needy". For reproduction. In cats they will lift their butts in the air, yowl, be overall noisy and react to any petting in a weird way. Thank god Sans wasn't doing Thayer though lol. However only females of these animals go into heat. But in monsters both genders can enter heat. They just act weird and are probably a little horny, to be blunt. They be smart to make vaccines that make it go away.

Hug da Sans.

And Undyne/Alphys will happen soon, don't worry. There have been little hints here and there, but there will be a thing with Frisk and Alphys just like in the game. Maybe a little different because we don't want Alphys torn to shreds by a jealous Sans but it would lead to the same result.