Summary: A warning guys, there will be a lot more of hugs where this one came from! Hugs for everyone, next chapter is angsty so enjoy this one!
Ebott Ville, Wendell Ebott Hospital, 1 year 7 months after the release of monsters and magic back in the world.
Wilson POV
"So..." Frisk came back to the hospital room as soon as visits were available. It's Sunday, and that meant he could stay a little longer today. No school and all that.
"Yesterday...I fell asleep while crying?" I had to ask, it all felt like a dream.
"Yep" He had brought me a change of clothes. I hadn't noticed before the plastic bag hanging from his little hand, clenched tightly. I wonder if someone had helped him get the right size for me.
"And you were hugging me the entire time until visitors' hours were over?" I shifted uncomfortably; that was no way to act in front of a child.
"Yep," he said, popping the p. He seemed completely at ease. Frisk finally sat down on the edge of the bed after leaving the white and black striped shopping bag on the little white table near the bed. We were alone in the room from the time being, since Toriel had excused herself earlier.
I mulled over the information, and tried to apologize,"How childish… I'm sorry Frisk, I didn't mean to cry myself to sleep in front of you and Toriel. That was so unsightly of me." Despite the fact that I had slept better than ever thanks to that, there is no excuse to make Frisk watch me break down. He's just a kid!
"I know it must be... hard on you to be held here until they give you green light to go but, I'll be here with you for as long as it takes. Uhhh, well not when I'm in school."
"Oh, it would be not wise for you to lose a school day over me." I'm not sure the doctors are going to let me go that easily anyways. I might have to be here longer than I want to.
"I would." The smirking child stated. I knew I would never be able to change their mind, so I didn't try to.
"I know, and that worries me." I murmured back.
"Hehehe!" Oh, this child's giggles, he sounds like an angel. I can't stop smiling at his bright little face. I let myself sink back into the hospital bed and look out the window.
Toriel had excused herself from the room a little while ago when I woke up. She is to inform the monsters of my... current state. Of course, she had sugarcoated that information for Frisk but I could sense the fright in her eyes whenever she turned to look at me and the obvious obstruction of light from the other side of the door. It all tells me that she had someone outside to guard us, though I doubt it was less for guarding me but for guarding Frisk from me. If Frisk were to be in danger, they would most definitely enter.
Monsters are dumb indeed… If I wanted to, Frisk would be dead ten times over before they could even reach the knob-
What in the bloody hell am I thinking now?
My head...
I turned back to Frisk who was picking at the seam of his purple striped sweater. Did they ever wear something different? "Tell me dear child… Is it true that there was nobody with me when I appeared here?" I decided to make conversation. I need to be one hundred percent sure of some things.
"I'm sorry. There was nobody else when we found you… and uhmm," -he hesitates a little- "you were in your shadow form when I saw you." The tiniest of frowns appeared on his face, and Frisk's fingers found their way to the hem of his sweater. I had half a mind to tell him not to tear it, but decided against it.
"Oh." What else could I say to that?
Well, it does not surprise me that much. I was in my shadow form when I fell into that vortex that spat me here. Although, what does surprise me is the fact that it did not dispel when I lost consciousness.
I wonder why I did not lash out and kill every single creature I came across with. That would be something to think about later.
Urgh this headache wouldn't go away…
"Well," -I try to give him my most sincere smile- "the thing is, you still protected me even when you were doubtful of the veracity of our encounters in the shadow realm, so I thank you for that. Who knows what could have happened if you weren't there! You even opposed your parents' wishes defending me, knowingly getting yourself grounded until Christmas." I pat his head and watched him grin.
"Thank you very much Frisk." I squished his cheeks together and leaned back pleased as he giggled, hands pressed to his face.
Frisk deserves my gratitude, and not just because of him essentially saving me.
No, he deserves all the happiness this world has to offer for everything he has done for these unworthy monsters too.
Frisk flounders a little and makes a dismissive motion with his little hand. "It's fine, Mr. Higgsbury. I know you would do the same for me if it comes down to that."
"I would, little one. Without a shred of doubt." I mean it wholeheartedly.
"One more thing, my dear. You can stop calling me Mr. Higgsbury. Call me by my first name, Frisk. I know you were trying not to get too attached to me the times that we met but we both know it did not work now, did it? It won't possibly work now, will it?." I say this with a knowing smile and the sweetest voice I could manage without breaking eye contact.
"How did you -"
"Know?"
"Yeah…" Frisk cocks his head and I can't help but chuckle. He looks like a confused puppy like that.
"I always knew or, to be honest, I suspected it. You never spoke formally about the monsters. Especially when talking about Toriel, and I knew at the time how much you cared about her. You just spoke formally to set up walls and protect yourself from unwanted attachments, and with that heartbreak. You don't have to be ashamed of that. You did it to protect yourself."
Frisk lowers his head and that's my cue to get physical with him. I encircle him with my arms and try to sooth the distressed young boy.
"Frisk, you know I'm no mathematician but, do you know why six is afraid of seven?"
"No…?"
"Because seven ate nine!" This is an old joke I learned in my university years and I'm happy it gave me the desired effect on the child.
"Pfff hehehe that was bad!" Despite saying it was bad Frisk dissolved into giggles.
"Well it served its purpose if you are laughing, so in my books it was actually pretty good."
"You're silly, Wilson." Frisk softly swats my arm.
I feign being hurt and 'faint' slowly to my bed as the giggles keep coming.
So funny, my stomach even begins to hurt a little from all the laughing.
The door opens to a skeleton no taller than Frisk. We stop laughing and stare at him as if he had caught us in a very serious conversation.
"soooo….. you guys having a good time over here?" he asks while closing the door behind him.
"Mom sent you, dunkle Sans?" What in the world does dunkle mean?
"yep. she's speaking with asgore right now." The skeleton's eyes turn towards me. What were they anyways? Lights or actual mass?
Frisk nods at his answer. I note how pensive he got...
Think Higgsbury! Change the subject.
"Whatever does dunkle mean?" I ask, confused by the word I'm certain does not exist. It also doubles as a distraction.
"It's because he is my not yet dad but also my uncle." Frisk responds with a confidence only a child can utter.
A skeleton, blushing? Does that count as a blush? A blue hue covers his zygomatics as he starts tripping on his own words.
"So... he and Toriel a thing?" My question, not directed at anyone in specific.
"Not yet but almost!" Frisk and cheers proudly as if his thesis got accepted by a prestigious university.
"How?" I ask and forget completely that I'm asking a very adult subject to a child. Oops.
"Magic!" A couple seconds of jazz hands and sparkling eyes and I'm back to laughing.
I should have known that answer already. What did I do to deserve for that phenomena to answer all of my recent questions?
Better not to think about it.
Sans tries his best to look as if his saviour's teasing doesn't affect him. It does, terribly so, but he doesn't want it to be that obvious to the audience.
"so... wilson, right?" He says it slowly, and without a care in the world. He's scrutinizing me too much for that to be true though. He's just as interested in me as I am him.
"The one and only." Two could play that game.
He coughs, obviously still embarrassed from Frisk's statement. He is still trying to calm himself down from Frisk's reveal of his "secret" emotions towards the goat woman.
"welp, name's sans, sans the skeleton and we need to speak with you-" he begins the sentence casually but then slowly narrows his eyes for some reason. I raise an eyebrow, waiting for him to finish.
"i was going to say something else but, you see…"
"usually, when i'm seen for the first time by humans, they literally jump out of their skins at the sight, me being and skeleton and all… "
" e…"
His eye sockets open impossibly wide and his eye lights disappear. The tiniest flicker of blue is seen in his left eye socket. I mentally take notes; I have a feeling I will be dealing with this monster often.
He's interesting.
Very interesting.
I expected him to completely disregard how 'dangerous' my presence is. Ignore me even. But, it looks like he is going to take offensive measures from the very start.
Somehow, I have seen that expression before and I don't feel afraid to take this challenge head on.
When have I not!
Notes: So, the skele brothers make their appearance... How will Wilson take it?