A/N:
Hey, guys. I'm so sorry this chapter was so late, I am still dealing with pain, and I have so much homework. But I have a break in work right now, so I'll be working the third chapter as much as I can before I get feedback back on my script.
All lives matter. Be respectful, be humble, stay safe, my loves.
WF
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2:
Memory
Sans, Flowery, and Frisk
(Third POV)
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She groaned in pain as her head pounds like a drum as she began to wake to the real world, the memory of the room fading into the darkest corners of her mind. Where am I? She thought sleepily, without realizing the fact she was back with the monsters again.
She wasn't ready to get up, still weak and dizzy from the reset, but Frisk wanted to know where Chara sent her this time. They said that they wouldn't reset the world, yes, but Chara hasn't been very truthful in the past.
There again, the teen thought as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and carefully pushed up, they were the one who kept her determined throughout her road to saving the monsters. They were the one that gave Frisk the fight she needed to keep going, even after the monsters murdered her. Chara was the reason the brunette was here, safe and home. So, she figured they were telling the truth.
Frisk smiled at the thought, then she frowned when her chin touched a soft surface as she moved to the side, her brows furrowed in confusion.
What?
What is this? She asked in the walls of her mind as Frisk finally opened her eyes, revealing a familiar room, the sight sent her heart into a thumping mess. It was the living room of the Skeleton Brothers' house on the surface, the one she has spent countless times in, from her childhood to her teens.
She gasped through her hand, tears falling to the ground before she looked down to find Sans' black jacket blanketing her knees as she sat there. She giggled softly as she wiped a finger under her eye, petting the fur collar. Some things never change, she amused with a small smile placed on her face. After a couple moments, she stood quickly from the couch, eager to see them, only to fall back:
Still dizzy I guess, she pursed her lips in frustration, but she sighed. Better not push it, she told herself as she tried to listen for any sign they were home.
After not hearing anything, Fisk bit her lip, leaning against the back of the comfy couch, fighting the urge to run and jump into his room or go find him. Pain and dizziness be damned.
Still, she sensed it wouldn't be smart, knowing how protective Sans and Flowery were, how they scolded her for even the smallest thing. Frisk chuckled at the memories, hugging the jacket to her chest as she nuzzled her nose into the fuzzy surface.
The smell of smoke and mustard met her nasals, she smiled lovingly, all Sans. All her Sans, the hothead with a soft side. The comforting scent almost made Frisk fall to the burning desire. She couldn't wait much longer. She felt as if her heart was screaming. As if it turned off all sensible thoughts, and only emotions ruled her body. Frisk just wanted to see them:
She just wanted to hug both of her guys. To see Flowery's gentle smile and hear Sans' dumb puns. She desired to tell Sans the truth behind her feelings. But, then, her mind whispered a question that was like a punch to the gut. Almost sending Frisk back to that dark, doubtful, place she tried so hard to escape.
The question was: would he be happy to see her, or would he be angry at her for resetting? It was true that the world seemed fine, but what if Chara reset everything? It would seem like she broke their shared promise. Again.
And that is the last thing she would ever want, she lamented in her head as she lifted her bright eyes to the window, to make them hate her once more. The thought filled the older teen with dread, and while tightening her hold around the jacket, tears rushed down her cheeks.
Then, like a soothing miracle, the beautiful flower was snapped out of the self-doubting thoughts by a familiar voice. Frisk's soft blue eyes snapped around the room as she stood up, stepping towards the kitchen, biting her lip nervously:
"Sans? Is that you?"
Frisk's voice sounded odd, even to her. But, despite the pain, she couldn't help calling out. She carefully stepped to the archway as she peeked into the small kitchen, hopeful to see Sans standing there. However, she only found an EchoFlower placed onto the table. Her brows knitted together in confusion as Frisk slowly journeyed further into the room.
"An EchoFlower? I thought EchoFlowers only grew in the Underground?" As she stepped into the room, Sans' voice swirled around her with every step.
"Hey, sweetheart, flower you? I'm sorry I'm not there right now, I needed to go shopping for you, don't be scared, Flowery is in my room. And Undyne is outside, you aren't alone, hon. But don't worry, I'll be back soon, nothing will hold me back from you. Until then, I need…to say this, I'll tell you again in person, but I need you to hear it. I…. oh god…I…Grrrr…."
Frisk giggled quietly, not used to Sans being so flustered. But, as she smoothed the glowing petals, she had to admit she found it quite adorable. Frisk closed her eyes, letting Sans' rough voice wrap around her like a comforting blanket. It felt like genuinely returning home after years of searching.
The teen smiled at the thought, finally feeling at peace. After this, Frisk reminded herself with a smile, she was going to hug Flowery.
"…I love….Fuck! Ok, sweetheart, Frisk, the truth is that I love you; maybe more than I could say right now. And I'm saying I'm in love with you, Frisk, not that I love you like the Queen and Papyrus does. You are my everything."
The brunette stared at the flower as her hands flew to her mouth, not wanting to believe that the skeleton loved her back. As a younger child and teen, Frisk could only wish to hear those three words from the skeletal male. She could only hope that he could see her as a woman, not some silly girl he watched over. But, Frisk never believed that would come true:
Still, here sat the echoing flower, screaming out that he was indeed in love with her. He viewed her as his world. All this time, they were falling together. She grinned through her relieved tears. After a couple moments of listening to the sweet message, Frisk giggled like a schoolgirl, and then she ran out of the room, her braid hitting her back with every footfall and stair climb.
She yelled loudly to let Flowery know she was coming. The pain was coming back full force, but Frisk couldn't bring herself to care. After all, she could sign if she needed to. She couldn't help but yell excitedly out.
"Flowery! Flowery!"
She slammed the door open, revealing a grinning Flowery on Sans' unkempt bed, tears on his face as he reached out for the girl in her excitement. Upon seeing him, Frisk almost crushed him when she jump-hugged the flower, earning her a fit of giggles from him.
"Howdy, Frisk! You worried us something fierce, you know that? I was starting to worry about Sans' sanity…" He admitted sadly as she nuzzled into his stem, frowning slightly while the flower continued:
"He was thinking about trying a reset himself. He missed you so much, I thought he would never truly move on. I mean, we all felt your absence, but it was like he was a shell of the punny ass we love." Flowery chuckled a bit, pulling back to take her in before he started to whisper again:
"He joked and smiled, but I could tell he was missing a part of his soul, searching for another way to bring you back to fill up the missing place in his soul, Frisk. You have no idea how miserable he was those past years, we all were, but Sans; it was different for the poor bonehead. You meant a lot to him. More than anyone realized, I believe. Wait, you didn't see it?"
Frisk gave a sheepish look as she shook her head, earning a flustered sigh from her best friend, he shakes his head as he hit a leaf against his face:
"You two are the densest people on the planet, you know that? A blind person could see he had a thing for you and versa vista."
The girl blushed deeply, thinking back to the times before….she…died, trying to see the times he showed love towards her, but Frisk only thought of them as friendly affection, not him showing love. All this time, the monster loved her just as she loved him.
Had she really been that blind?
Frisk bit her lip, signing that to the flower. He groaned deeply, then he giggled as he shook his head.
"Well, now you know, right? The EchoFlower?" Flowery wiggled his brows in a teasing manner, earning a pillow to the face and a pout from his best friend, her back was to Flowery now; the laughter grew.
"Awe, Frisk, don't be mad. You just look so cute when teased. No wonder why Sans loves to."
The young woman snapped her blues to him and stuck her tongue out at him, only to send him even more into hysterics.
After calming down, Flowery sighed deeply, chewing on his bottom lip as he tried to tell her that Error was watching them, but it was hard when she looked so happy and free. But, he knew she needed to know to keep herself safe from the other Sans.
If they, if he loses her again. Flowery feared what would happen. She was the reason that Sans was still living, and if she was taken, the flower sensed that his friend would become an unfeeling monster, cold and cruel once more.
"Look, sweetie, I have some bad news, but you are safe here. Undyne is guarding the house because you are in danger."
Frisk stared wide-eyed at him as she listened to the tale, moving her eyes to the window to search the trees for a moving shadow among them, a mixture of determination and fear surged through her veins. She didn't know this Error, but the mere mention of his name caused her burning pain. It felt like when she was forced to betray everyone she loved.
His mere name sent her heart ablaze, turning it into ashes. She frowned as she placed a hand over her chest. The only time Frisk felt this intense feeling was…
The brunette gritted her teeth, shaking her head before the dark memories could get ahold of her. Whoever Error was, whatever they were together, she couldn't care. She clutched her sweater, raising her head stubbornly as the familiar rush of determination surged through her veins:
Frisk would not let him take her away from them again. Ever. She was afraid of what she would have to face when Frisk and Error face each other, but she had her friends by her side. She will beat this new enemy, she will stay safe.
Flowery finished the explanation, he saw the familiar determined flash in her now blues, and his smile grew more as he moved to sit by her side, patting her hands comfortingly with his leaves. She won't give up, the former goat thought, she was still the determined Frisk he knew.
Waking from the thoughts at his soft touch, she looked over at the male, smiling sweetly and hugging her friend, which made him giggle:
"Same old Frisk, always so adorable! Don't worry, Frisk, we will keep you safe. There's no way Sans will let anybody hurt you ever again, you are home, and you will stay safe. We love you, sweetie."
Frisk smiled watery, reaching a hand to sign her love back before moving her eyes back to the window, cocking her head in wonderment.
Error, huh? What was his story, why must they fight? Can they show him mercy? Or, a better question, why did he make her feel so?
At those questions, Frisk frowned deeply as her palm met the cold glass. The girl knew there would come a time that they might need to fight, but the sweet creature was tired of the killing, tired of fighting; she wanted just to give well-deserved mercy to pay for her past crimes. But, can she do that this time, or would she have to kill the other male? That thought sent a shiver against her back.
The young woman didn't know why, but the thought of killing the unknown monster hurt her right to her core. As if Frisk lost a piece of her heart just with the mere thought. Frisk frowned again, wondering why she was worried about a being who only wanted her dead.
Before she could worry any further, Flowery's voice broke through her rushing thoughts:
"You're really a beautiful princess now, Frisk. I'm sure Sans will faint after getting a real look at you. Hehe!" Flowery stated with a smile, but the plant monster didn't know the storm his words started in Frisk's mind.
Upon hearing that, Frisk's frown grew as she wrapped her arms around herself as a shield from the dark thoughts. But it didn't work, they found their way into her mind:
There was no way that Frisk was a princess, even if she tried her best her adoptive parents in many timelines, but her sins caused her so much pain that she failed them. She reset to fix her many mistakes, just to make even more horrible ones through her lame attempts to heal the wounds.
Frisk finched at the memory of leather burning in her hand as she watched all her friends fall under the knife. And then, the hatred behind Sans' grin while they danced their deadly dance. The girl snarled as the intense burning returned:
The teenager knew that it was Chara who did the crimes, but it was she who gave them control of her body. She was the one who folded to their evil influence in the past over and over. Frisk sighed as she closed her eyes, trapping tears behind her lids.
She was just a mere girl trying to be as good as she could possibly be despite her sins, who wanted to be more than her past but knew that was impossible. It was an impossible wish to have, or even to wish. No matter how hard she tried to run from her past, Frisk would forever have blood straining her hands. She will forever carry these bloody and ugly sins within her. And that will always make her a hideous beast.
But in the back of her mind, something screams at her to believe her friend. Ignoring the scream in the walls of her mind, the young woman shook her head at him before turning away again with her arms over her chest, laughing inside at the innocent view of her friend while she ignored the gnawing feeling of knowing the hidden truth:
Because, really, how could she ever be more than a beast?
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His eyes went soft at her reaction to his claim, knowing all too well what it meant.
Her past mistakes blinded her to her true worth, saddening the flower as he watched the tears danced from her eyes. But he would make sure that she will see how beautiful and wonderful she truly is. And Flowery knew he wasn't alone in that thought, everyone wanted her to be happy, to be free from her past.
That applied the most to the oldest Skeleton Brother. Yes, it was true the pair went through a lot to get here, but Sans showed him that he would do anything for his human, even go through hell to make her happy. She was his wings, his determination. Frisk just didn't know how much power she possessed.
She didn't know that she had everyone, no, Sans wrapped around her adorable little finger. And nothing would ever change that. Not even her bloody past could. Frisk wormed her way into the skeleton's soul, and there was where she belonged.
A smile slipped onto his face as Flowery nuzzled his head against hers. When she turned those big blue eyes on him, he grinned kindly as he nuzzled his head deeper into her side, gaining himself a giggle. He knew the skeleton would prove her worth to the little beauty, he thought to himself as his grin grew more prominent. He will show it to her, he had to:
Frisk was just too broken, too beaten, to see how she really meant to everyone here, she just felt lost and unworthy now.
But she will, the flower just knew it, and when she did, she will know how much she was loved. No matter what happened in the past, they loved her so much:
He sighed, returning to reality.
"Sweetie, why don't you go take a shower? I'll wait for Sans and tell him you're up." She breathed out, puffing her cheeks, and she nodded before moving off the bed, tripping a bit, making her blush bright red, and the sight earned a booming laugh from Flowery. She was so cute.
"You know, Frisk, if you don't want to be teased, you might want to stop being so cute all the time. Sans will have a field day with you, sweetie."
She stuck her tongue out, huffing loudly as she walked out, shaking her head, and she mouthed the words over her shoulder: 'I hate you right now, jerk.'
He grinned once more before he watched her exited the room, closing the door behind her. After a moment, a sigh blew through his lips. This will be so hard for the monsters that care for the flower. Flowery just hoped it would work out in the end.
He tucked his leaves into his small body as he waited for his male best friend, thoughts swirling around his mind's walls.
She will fight against them every step of the way because of what she faced in her past worlds. All the lives she watched turn into mere dust at her hand. And through her eyes, because of that, she was not worth love and the kindness the people will give her when they meet again. They would stay by her side, for she needed them now than ever.
He leaned his head back on the wall behind the bed and Flowery sighed again, pointing his black eyes up to the blue sky out the window, his heart broke for the girl he used to watch over:
He remembers the day they lost her, and Sans lost his love, fading from the world of monsters and humans for years without a trace. Just a grave, and their feelings as proof that she truly existed. He shifted his eyes down, remembering the stinging sensation of guilt in his gut as soon as the first two days' past without her resetting.
He should've watched her better, and then, maybe, she wouldn't be so broken from her wounds, she would be healed already. It was his fault, she was hurt because of his carelessness. After all, it was for his sake that Chara turned her into a murderer. Flowery winced at the thought, shaking his head to free himself from it:
But, hopefully soon, she would be back to the happy girl she was when they first met and started their journey to save the monsters. And this time, he will never take his eyes off her. He was going to fight with Sans and with the others if he must. He might be just a flower now, but he still knows how to fight.
He smiled sadly at the thought and pushed off the wall before hearing the front door opened and Sans growling about some unknown thing. The flower laughed a bit, guessing that he was in a sour mood since he needed to get some stuff for Frisk and wasn't there when she woke up. But, Flowery sensed his attitude would change as soon as he lays his eye sockets on the girl:
"Flowery, is Frisk with you?" Sans' voice carried up to the plant monster, footsteps soon followed. The flower chuckled as he slowly scooted himself in his pot to the edge of the bed.
"She's in the shower, Sans. She's alright, Sansy."
He heard a grunt just as the door opened, but his eyes weren't on the flower, he was more interested in the sounds coming from a couple doors down the hall. A worried expression could clearly be seen sitting on his permanently grinning face while he moved to sit next to the other male, breathing a sigh.
"How's she doing, Flowery?" He turned to his adopted little brother, looking odd in a blue hoodie, meeting his gentle dark blue eyes with his sockets. The flowery smiled at him, touching his shoulder with a tender leaf:
"She still has some scars from the past, but she's still our Frisk. You know you're going to have to talk to her alone, right? I don't think you'd want me there when you have this talk."
Poor Sans nearly fell off the bed in fear, remembering the blue flower, and what he would have to say. Flowery barked out a laugh at the wide-eyed expression on Sans' face, his bony hand was placed upon his forehead while a glowing red blush as a small frustrated growl escaped his hyoid. The poor skeleton looked so scared. As if he would lose her if he screwed up. And Flowery knew he hated being weak in front of people. Especially the ones he was close to.
Flowery had to wonder if Sans was always like this, or if this was Underfell's influence.
"B-b-but….Am I ready? Is she? I don't want to scare her, I mean you said it, she's fragile right now. God, I sound like a wimp." Sans growled, falling back with an arm over his eyes.
Flowery giggled at his actions, but they both knew his tough attitude melts away the moment Frisk walks into a room. And Flowery, although he won't admit it to Sans and betray Frisk's trust, knew she loved him back; deeply.
Sans shouldn't be worried about scaring the fearless human away. After all he did to her, she knew Sans had a kind heart buried inside. And although he foolishly doubts his ability to make the brunette happy and safe, it was that: A foolish doubt.
The flower saw his soft side countless times as they tried to save both Frisk and the monster race. His willingness to show mercy for her, the way he treated her, everything showed their mutual friend that she was in good hands with the skeleton, as tough as he was.
It will be like time has reversed on its own accord to the most natural time in their lives. When the feelings were strong when through everything, they knew what they wanted. It will be easy to recreate the unbreakable bond.
Little did the monsters and the human knew, however, the bond between the skeleton and the human was more profound than anyone could imagine, could ever see. The real story will soon be revealed to all. Melting two souls together slowly to be one once again forever.
As the thoughts faded from the forefront of his mind, the males heard the shower turned off, and Frisk moving around, cluing them that the time was almost there. With a soft giggle, he peeked at his friend, who was blushing even redder now, and he sat up, wetting his teeth nervously.
He chuckled at the skeletal monster's actions. He couldn't wait to see how their story would end, and he honestly could not be happier for his friends.
With a last smile, he placed both of his leaves on the handsome skeleton's shoulders, pushing him towards the door, and like any brother would, he gave the blushing male a reassuring smile and a nod to the thing he needs the most:
"Just go, I believe in you. You already admitted how you feel about Frisk, you just need to admit it to her face." He stated reassuringly when Sans turned to look at him with a grin spread across his facial features with a wink.
"Thanks, dude. I am shaking with nerves, but even if I'm rattled to the bone, I won't back down."
Flowery smiled, shaking his head in amusement at the dumb pun as he watched Sans fade around the corner, the ageless skeleton running towards his destiny with every step. His smile widened as he curled in for a nap while he waited for his friends to return.
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Sans' pupil faded as he stared at the closed door, his hand hovering just above the wooden door, unsure of whether to knock or not.
He wasn't this weak, even if he was shadowed by his brother, monsters still feared him, and Sans was always fighting when he wasn't sleeping. But when Frisk entered his life again, his rough edges slowly smoothed out once more. She just smiled, and he was done. Making him melt to her every wish. Just to make her happy and safe.
So, him frozen at the door, afraid of rejection, irritated him to no end. He was a fucking monster, fucking terrifying, why does this mere girl terrify him so much?
With the thought inside his mind, he sighed as the ancient skeleton leaned his forehead on the door, trying to calm down his raging soul.
The male already knew the answer, but it wasn't helping him. Sans just wanted to get this off his chest, so he had the peace of mind, and he could protect her without worry, but he couldn't make himself move.
Where was his fearlessness when he needed it?
He growled again, kicking the door in frustration before he walked away. Sans would talk to her later, he decided, give her time. And then, she would know that Sans was under her enchanting spell; he was powerless when it comes to her. His heart was in her hands.
Suddenly, however, a beautiful voice swirled to his ears and through his mind, stopping him from his fleeing, and it made the decision for him. As if the song was a spell, Sans slowly opened the door open and peeked into the bathroom. In front of him was a shining goddess, her head pointed to the open window.
At the moment, Sans fell deeper into her hold unknowingly, and the skeleton carefully stepped into the room, letting the song develop him with warmth:
"It's not fair to be alone,
After all you've been through,
So just let me ease your pain,
Please let me stay with you.
I'll continue to reach out,
I won't abandon you,
Determination fuels me,
To keep trying to save you.
I will give you my mercy,
Because it's clear to me…"
Frisk slowly turned to the male, her smile was shy as she reached out to him. Sans' cheeks felt like they were on fire while he walked to her, his palm touching hers when he was close enough:
"You love me so,
This won't be easy,
But I will stay by your side.
I know it's frightening,
To think I might leave again,
But I'm here to stay,
I'll hold you close and tight."
Frisk's voice faded as she leaned her forehead on his, her fingers tenderly folded to the sign for love against his palm as they just stared, and tears fell down their cheeks through big grins. They stood like that for a few moments before Sans grabbed the small human to him, burying his skull into her hair as he laughed:
"Well, sweetheart, you sure did show me up on the confession front. You always beat me, but I love that about you, gotta keep me humble, right?"
She giggled as she wrapped her arms around his middle, cocking her head cutely while she winked. Sans laughed genuinely, his nose socket nuzzling her nose before landing a small kiss on it:
"I love you, kitten. I'm not letting you go again. You're mine, and I don't plan on sharing yah."
His statement earned a giggle from the young woman as she turned her beautiful violet eyes on his smiling face with a smile on her own, placing her hand upon his cheek before moving her hands to sign. That brief touch sent stinging fire up through the veins in his arms and straight to his chest, and he was sure it showed on his cheeks.
Sans hated that he couldn't hide anything from her. Every touch sends his cheeks into a burning fire and his soul fluttering. But there again, the spell she cast over the skeleton gives him strength. She really didn't know the power she had over him:
'I will hold you to that, Sans.' She giggled a bit as she moved to the door, to only to be pulled back into his chest, and this time, it was her turn to blush madly as he peppered kisses from her neck to her ear.
"Oh, don't worry. You know I'm good for my word. You are mine, kitten, remember that." The skeleton whispered into her ear, seeking his strange tongue over it before releasing her and moving to the door, leaving her with a suggestive wink.
Frisk just stared after the cheeky skeleton, unable to move from the spot he rooted her to. All she could think was, what have I gotten myself into?
After a few moments past, she let a loud laugh out and ran after him, grunting annoyedly at his back, making him laugh as they made their way back to his room.
That night, Sans watched as Frisk greeted her family with a big smile onto her face, her happiness clearly written across it while each monster embraced her once more. He chuckled freely, moving his sockets to the window, a glare placed into them:
He wouldn't let the broken version of himself steal the most important thing to him now. He always knew he would fight for Frisk, but after Sans held her in his arms once more, the skeletal male realized how much he truly needed his Frisk by his side. After three years without her, Sans wasn't about to go one more day without her.
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The black skeleton giggled, looking down from the tree, his eyes glowed with eager excitement.
This game would be a challenge, finally. Error hated weak players, but the black skeletal male sensed Sans 14, and his little pet wouldn't go down very quickly. He'd be entertained while they play this deadly game, which was rare for the glitchy male. All the others barely put up a fight.
"I will have fun with those two…"
As the wind carried that threatening statement, the monster giggled before dropping from his branch and faded from this reality. His giggle could still be heard as the bright day faded to black night.
But, one has to wonder, was the crazy skeleton genuinely evil, or is there something more to this madness? A hidden truth behind all the hate?