Christmas.
A celebration like no other. Vacations, family gathering, reunions galore.
And specifically, a pair of high schoolers that have been getting closer little by little are celebrating.
And, well, I won't say nothing specific. But somebody is already starting trouble and beginning shenanigans.
And, oh look, Frisk and Sans have arrived. Their hands intertwined unknowingly from the long ride. None of them noticing their current position.
Of course, after arriving at the school's Christmas party. They instantly realized what they have been doing. How scandalous, am I right?
A small blush creeped up on Frisk's face, almost unnoticeable. While Sans had the same plight.
The awkwardness between them shining through. They never had held hands like that. And especially not for that long.
However, whispers were said between two, how should I say this, ship happy people. If you know, you know. And schemes were being already hatched in their presence.
Of course, the two ship happy people were hiding beneath a fake bush.
Let's just say, hiding wasn't their one of their strong suits. But Sans and Frisk, thankfully, were not able to detect the two schemers. The embarrassment shadowing their focus.
But as the awkwardness from the newly arrived pair had continued, someone finally came in to break the silence between them.
"SANS! YOU'RE HERE!" Papyrus shouted. The sound as energetic as ever due to the celebrations.
Of course, Frisk didn't hear this. But the skeleton's speed and presence somehow lightening up every room. It was never that hard to notice.
The excitable skeleton was a joy to be in company with. So was Sans.
Sans was, hmm, odd to say the least. And her feelings on him were varied if you were to put a word to it.
But she might—
"heya, paps," Sans replied nonchalantly, ignoring the fact that most likely tons of papers flew from the speedy arrival.
Usually, Frisk would be able to understand some parts of a conversation by reading one's lips. However, Sans and Papyrus were different.
While unable to understand, the conversation going on had caused her to unfocus on her line of thinking.
Skeletons were absent of any skin or lips of any kind. Conversing with the two was much more different than usual conversations. It was a challenge for Frisk. And perhaps something refreshing as well.
In the presence of his brother, Sans' blush had completely disappeared. He hasn't forgotten the embarrassment. His thoughts still moved like photons in a vacuum. Thinking about how they held hands and all.
He was good at pretending though. Pretending that something didn't faze him.
Better than most.
…
But let us not focus on past events. It was Christmas, or well Gyftmas for monsters.
And the party ensued, party games, Sans' signature and favorite—puns, and of course, lastly gift giving. It was an enjoyable experience.
Someone still wanted drama. And perhaps, a little touch of romance.
Not yet though. The scheming two can wait for a while.
So, Papyrus gave the tour of the Christmas party, attempting to communicate with Frisk without the use of Hands.
That was always a sensitive topic for Sans. Papyrus of course didn't know exactly what bothered him about it. But as sibling intuition and the usually very astute skeleton went. He could see the discomfort he had.
It was a kind gesture to say the least.
And of course, his brother was, huh, very cute with the human. And he knew a few troublemakers probably scheming some plan to get these two to kiss.
Papyrus couldn't say he was opposed to the idea.
That was beside the point. It was somewhat refreshing to see the two interact.
He might even help in a scheme. Perhaps. Wishful thinking. He was never able to hide much from his brother. He'd probably just watch, for now.
Sans' thoughts not yet forgotten. A blush he was desperately trying to hold back with all his might shining through.
He might have had something to distract him before. But he had accidentally and non-intentionally focused on his own thoughts.
And so, he had zoned out of the conversation entirely. Daydreaming in what seemed to be about Frisk.
His thoughts rambled and perhaps on this day. He could admit that he may have had a crush on Frisk now.
He had always viewed his interest in Frisk as adoration for her skill. But now he was able to meet with her personally.
It was—
Undyne and Alphys, suspiciously covered in grass and something what seemed to be part of a fake bush, had called everyone to play a daring game of, guess what! Truth or Dare!
The two little schemers had made a plan by making Frisk or Sans admit their feelings.
It was so obvious. How they blushed, how they reacted in each other's presence.
They couldn't wait for their plan to go into fruition.
Couldn't wait, indeed.
So, as Sans and Frisk was going to the circle. Sans using the little sketch pad to tell Frisk about the little game they were playing.
The two schemers were most likely fangirling over the sight.
And as they both sat down. The two schemers nominated Frisk to play first.
"Truth," Frisk said.
Of course, Undyne with her bold personality instantly said, "who do you love in this room?!" Her voice booming loud and clear.
Of course, while Frisk couldn't hear it. She could still hear the intent and of course, read her lips as she said it.
A blush reddened Frisk's face, lighting it up like a Christmas tree.
Her blush could probably glow if it was dark in the room.
Sans, of course, was stunned by this direct questioning but was too flabbergasted to react in time.
Sans would have called the display cute if he weren't so embarrassed considering he may have had a tiny crush on Frisk.
He admitted it.
He did have a crush on Frisk. And with that confession to himself. The air become a little bit lighter.
However, his thoughts still wandered. And someone's own thoughts are one's own enemy.
But of course, Frisk attempting to hide her unknowingly requited crush on Sans said she didn't have a crush on anyone with the etch-a-sketch.
Heartbeats (or the soul equivalent) were heard to Sans.
His heartbeat louder than it ever had in his own mind at that moment. Those words hurt, of course.
But he wasn't deterred? No, he was deterred but in standard Sans fashion, he hid it. Hid it like hiding the darkness within the light. Attempting to conceal it within his own mind. Hiding the pain, he so brought. Why he didn't want to use sign language with Frisk even though he was adept in it.
Every memory, every part of his life had thought him to hide. To conceal. And to not feel the holes that would be punched into him time and time again.
And so, he acted fine. He was fine. He would be fine. Because he said so. Because he willed it to be.
Red determination flickered within his soul at this moment. Unseen by anyone.
Frisk, of course, as well, hurt from saying those words. The denial of her adoration of Sans clear in her speech.
Her words didn't tremble. She didn't feel them tremble anyways. She wrote those words clear as day on the sketchbook. A gift from Sans.
It felt like betrayal to do this to him. Even if she didn't feel her crush was reciprocated. It felt like betrayal to write such a lie on such a gift given by such a person.
Especially considering how special that person had become after a while.
The question was given to Sans as well. The same question given to Frisk. The pair of shippers attempting to keep their ship afloat.
Sans, of course, did some expect avoidance. Tricking and causing shenanigans to ensue. Let's just say the pair were left unsatisfied.
They were out for blood. Well, that's not a fitting term. But they were out for romantic drama. And they would probably find it soon.
However, Frisk and Sans were beginning to distance from conversations.
And of course, eventually would hit a breaking point.
Frisk picked up the etch-a-sketch and started a conversation.
"Sans, why aren't you talking as often?"
Of course, conversing using such an unusual method of speech would be hard, if they weren't both so used to it after being acquainted with each other.
"because, i— never mind."
"Sans, is this about the truth or dare game?"
"Sans, I—"
Frisk did something she never thought she would have the guts to do.
She kissed him. It was but a chaste one, quick. And as both blushes from both Frisk and Sans built. Frisk ran away in embarrassment.
They weren't the only ones witness to the kiss, of course.
"I-I g-guess we don't need the mistletoe anymore, do we?"
Let's just say, Undyne was inconsolable.
