Chapter 47:
Threading the Needle
To my dismay, both Sans and Alphys came up empty handed on the search for Flowey. Apparently the weed knew where to hide from us all. When no progress was made I fought sleep, even though Papyrus begged me to rest and even tried to read me his favorite bedtime story.
"Frisk, we read-" He yawned in exhaustion. "-Fluffy Bunny twice! Can we sleep?"
I sighed and settled into the twin size bed across from his. I'd fake it for him, he deserved to at least feel as though he could help put my mind at ease.
"Yeah, Pap, we can sleep now. Good night." I rolled over and stared at the wall, listening to him relax and fall asleep himself.
He was such a good skeleton, with such a kind soul. It was hard to resist his attempts to better your mood. Sans was the one affected the most by his antics, besides myself. As I thought of the shorter brother he entered the room and sat on the edge of my bed. His hand rubbed my back and I rolled over to meet his gaze.
"Nothin' yet, kitten, but we'll find her. Flowey isn't dumb enough to hand over a soul to G—"
"But he wouldn't be against using it himself." I mumbled and broke our exchange of looks. Sans was trying to make me feel better, I know, but it was so difficult to stay positive.
"Frisk, look, I made you a promise didn't I? Give me time. You're supposed to be the determined one that is confident about getting anything you set your mind to. Don't let them take that from you."
Feeling tears sting my eyes, I clutched onto him and let my emotions ooze out of me. All of the anger, fear, love, hate, worry, and pain was now spilling from my soul onto Sans's in hopes of repair. I was broken, far beyond what a bone attack could ever do to me.
He held me tight and took us on a short cut to the best view of the capital in Waterfall. The castle stood on the horizon and, in the faint distance, the twinkling of the music box within the rained-on statue could be heard. He tucked me within his jacket on his lap and sat with me, letting me get out my emotions until I was ready.
I leaned on him and listened as I calmed. The pings of each note blended with the sound of Sans's heart beat soothed the ache in me and gave my lungs air to breathe.
"Thanks." I muttered to him.
"You don't ever need to thank me for something like this."
His fingers found themselves caught in some knots of my hair when they attempted to comb through it. As he freed his hand he whispered gently in my ear.
"I love you Frisk."
"I love you too Sans." I nuzzled into him, starting to finally ease.
"Interesting." Came a voice from what seemed nearby. "I wonder what would come of a hybrid soul, one between human and monster."
Sans's grip knotted around me, his eye already blue. I could feel the pulsing magic in his veins that warmed me like a fire. Gaster no doubt was in earshot, but he hid well from the eye. Having a lack of visuals only made him more frightening.
"Shall we see what it takes?"
I saw it coming this time. The needle shot out from the darkness toward my leg. With surprising reflexes, I flinched away and I stuck into the ground just a hair away from me. I scurried further away from it and hid behind Sans.
"I see. Perhaps next time." Gaster chuckled.
"Bastard!" Sans held onto me. "Show yourself!"
He was answered with silence.
"Fuck!" With that he teleported us to Alphys' lab.
