A/N-

ah woww! again, i cannot thank you all enough for all the support! you all are absolutely awesome! also, to elaborate a bit on the fusion thing, since someone was a little confused, basically the fusion has a conscious of its own, but Frisk and Sans can both take over if they wish, or control a part of them, like an arm or leg, but it makes them very tired. with that said, thanks, happy reading, and adieu!

Frisk was surrounded by a sea of black. A tugging feeling in their gut told them they were falling, but it was too dark to actually tell if they were. Nonetheless, they were flooded with dread and panic that seemed to suffocate them.

"Mom! Dad! Sans! Somebody... Please... Please help!" they cried, hot tears streaming down their face. They felt so childish, but gods were they mortified.

But nobody came.

They curled up in a ball, despite plummeting down, and began to weep silently to themselves. They were so scared, and yet they didn't know why. They just wanted to get out. They wanted to go home. They wanted to bury their face into their mother's soft, white fur and breathe in her warm scent. They wanted to go gardening with Asgore. They wanted to dance with-

"frisk!"

A familiar voice calling their name snapped them out of their stupor, bringing them back to reality. Glancing around frantically, they noticed a light below them. They were going to hit the ground at any moment, they had realized, panic flooding through their veins. Blood roared in their ears, and they felt tears forming in their eyes once more. They clamped their eyes tightly shut, not wanting to see the inevitable, Maybe, they hoped, it would lessen the impact. Foolishness, they knew. They hugged themselves tightly, bracing for impact-

They woke up on a bed of golden flowers.

Well, no, they weren't entirely awake. They still held their eyes shut, but they were conscious.

It was warm, they mentally noted, and they felt no pain, which might have been the oddest thing. Even when they awoke on a bed of flowers in both the Ruins and Waterfall, they felt an aching in their limbs, which made sense, as they had, in fact, fallen. Now, they felt nothing. Like they hadn't just plummeted from who-knows-how far. They had at least expected a small headache. No, now they felt surprisingly comfortable and serene. They didn't want to move. Or think. Or be brought back to reality. They just wanted to sleep.

Until they felt something shift next to them and brush a small strand of hair out of their face.

Gingerly opening their eyes, then blinking a few times, they took notice of the being beside them.

It was Sans, smiling warmly at them, which made their stomach feel oddly light. It was a genuine smile that filled their body with a fuzzy, warm feeling. They had learned while fused that most of Sans' grins and jokes were part of a facade used to mask the skeleton's deep-rooted depression. It... Made them sad. They wanted everyone to be happy.

"look who's up, lazybones," Sans joked, tapping Frisk's nose for emphasis. If they didn't know any better, they could have sworn they saw a light blue sneak across their friend's face.

"You're the lazybones, you big bonehead," they joked, sticking their tongue out mockingly, then proceeding to lightly push their friend while sitting up.

"Hey... Where are we, anyway?" Frisk just now caught their surroundings. It reminded them of the bed of golden flowers in the Ruins, but... They could see snow filtering down a hole that normally gave way to beautiful sunlight that bounced off the golden flowers, bathing the room in a soft yellow glow.

Now, glittering snow crystals graced each golden petal. Looking up, a somehow perfectly clear night sky, small bright stars scattered throughout, shining softly. A large, full moon hung in the center of it all, cascading moonlight onto the snow and flowers. It was beautiful.

"i think we're asleep. but... not. dreaming maybe?" he shrugged, seeming as puzzled as them.

"Hmm... Well if it's a dream," they began, a mischievous smile spreading across their features, "then you can't get mad at me for this!"

"wha-!"

Sans suddenly found snow pelted onto his face, and he shivered. Goddamn that was cold! He felt the snow slide down the inside of his skull from where some got caught inside his eye socket, chills rocketing down his spine.

"sh-shit! damn frisk! i never thought you could be that icy, but i guess i was wrong to think better of you. i always though you were nice, but now i see you're just cold," the skeleton snickered, still shuddering from the feeling of the snow.

"What? Can't take the heat?" they taunted, chuckling.

"that's low. you know i can't-" he had begun to joke, but promptly cut himself off when a realization dawned on him.

"shit. i don't have skin. that shouldn't have felt cold."

"Maybe... It's a side effect of the fusion?" they suggested. They didn't want to be thinking of the fusion now. They wanted to be enjoying themselves.

"maybe..."

Sans flopped down onto the bed of golden flowers, staring at the stars and snow filtering down from the hole.

Frisk quickly lay down next to him, directing their gaze upwards.

"there are so many stars," Sans breathed. In all his time in being on the surface, he had never seen this many stars. Maybe it was because their town, Ebott, was so close to a major city.

Frisk smiled again, something they found themselves doing more since their fusion. They loved seeing Sans happy, feeling Sans' happiness. It filled them with a warm feeling, something that wasn't determination, but felt similar.

"It's beautiful," they whispered, glancing over at Sans. The lights in his eye sockets had taken on the shape of stars. They giggled quietly, adoring the small lights. How he did that made them confused, but excited nonetheless. Subconsciously, they wondered if the fusion could do that, too.

Sans broke the human from their thoughts as he mumbled something inaudible.

"Sans don't try this again, you bonehead. What did you say?"

Sans' face slowly grew more and more blue each second that passed before muttering again, quieter than last time.

"Saaaans," they whined.

Sans stayed quiet for a moment, and they could see his face was a bright cyan, his shoulders tense as he inhaled sharply.

"kid, i," he began, hesitating for a moment, then sighing, sounding defeated as he slouched. His blue blush had dissipated.

"i'm sorry for getting you stuck in this. it's all my-"

"Sans. It's not your fault at all. It's more mine than anyone else's, okay? Don't blame yourself. Besides... It's kind of fun being fused. Using magic is so... Different...!"

"wait... you... actually like being fused? with me?" Sans stared at them incredulously. If he was completely honest, he liked being fused, too. It was new. Fun. Exciting.

And being fused with Frisk... It gave him a strange, fuzzy feeling whenever he thought about it.

"Ye- I m-mean- uh- I," they stuttered over their words as their face turned redder than Papyrus' pasta sauce. It was actually pretty adorable, to the skeleton at least.

"hey, it's okay kid. don't hurt yourself! i... kinda like bein' fused too..." Sans smiled at the human. That didn't mean he didn't want to unfuse, no. He definitely wanted to unfuse. Papyrus needed him, and this couldn't be good for Frisk.

"R-really?" Frisk seemed shocked. They wouldn't have thought that Sans would actually enjoy being fused with them. They didn't know much about fusion but...

"y-yeah," Sans muttered, staring up at the stars still. He looked so peaceful, so serene.

And without thinking, they rested their head on the monster's shoulder, causing a blue blush to sneak across his face. He felt surprisingly soft, and they were tired. Letting out a contented sigh, they nuzzled into his jacket more. Warmth.

Just before drifting off to sleep, they felt Sans' arms wrap around them almost protectively. Curiously, and cautious so as to not be caught by the skeleton, they cracked their eyes open slightly, and felt their face grow hot at the sight, a smile stretching across their features nonetheless.

Sans was staring upwards at the star-filled sky, a pale cyan across his cheekbones, and the lights in his eye sockets taking the shape of small hearts.

When Saris woke up in the morning, they were smiling more than usual, and a perpetual purple blush stood out against their bright white skin. The most noticeable thing, however, was the shape the lights that filled their eye sockets had taken. The usual circle of light was replaced with a heart in their left eye socket.