A/N-

well fuck! haha it's been a while, huh? two months? time flies... eheheh... yeah i've been busy lately, trying to balance school, drawing, and writing, and so has my editor. we've just been uber busy, and got sick lately! i greatly appreciate all of the favs, follows, reads, and reviews!

and speaking of which, hot damn some of you were savage with toriel! can't say i blame you, but still! so, with that, thank you, I hope you enjoy, and here's to praying that i haven't been writing the characters too ooc.

"Saaans," Frisk whined, pouring a bit, "wake up! You've been asleep for forever!" The human, who was now leaning over their snoozing friend, emphasized their point by shaking the skeleton madly. Rather than waking the skeleton up, it seemed to make a melody that sounded almost like a xylophone emit from the bones, as Sans let out a hushed chuckle in his sleep.

Well, who knew skeletons made good instruments? Sans was quite the xylobone. Heheh, they'd have to tell that one to him once he finally woke up.

After a moment of laughing to themselves at their own pun, human huffed angrily. Ordinarily, they would have let their skeletal friend sleep. Frisk had both known and been fused with the lazybones long enough to know that he didn't get enough sleep, and that every moment he got was precious.

But ever since the pair began to wake up in the same cavern, among the same golden flowers, the same moonlight and snow cascading down, Frisk couldn't be awake alone.

It wasn't out of fear, no. Frisk had encountered many things that far exceeded this. Their father made them tremble in fear, with his rather frequent lashings that still left their mark on the human's frail body. And Omega Flowey, now, he was one of the things that haunted their dreams each night, his maniacal, bone-chilling laugh that sent shivers down the human's spine.

Genocide and Chara were the other things the human feared. The real knife, grimy with their own blood and the dust of their friends, sticking to their hand. The mindless, droning state, where the only thought was 'More.' More EXP, more LOVE, more determination. More death. Death. Dust. Dust in their teeth like sand when they went to eat to replenish their health. Empty streets and cities. Pleas of help... When nobody came...

That was real fear.

This? This wasn't fear. This was boredom. Plain and simple. Frisk was just bored. Who wouldn't be, after having to stare at the same cavern each night.

Unfortunately, the human knew just how dangerous boredom could be, when mixed with seemingly innocent curiosity. Average, or pure curiosity could quickly turn into morbid fascination. One word rang through the humans head like a broken record.

Genocide.

And dear gods above did they wish they could get it out. But they knew the only way to stop their train of thought was to quench their ever-growing boredom.

And, to prevent the ever-nagging boredom from growing further, Frisk needed to wake Sans. Unfortunately, this was much easier said than done, and all of the human's previous attempts yielded no results.

So, Frisk tried their last resort. Grabbing a handful of snow, which, surprisingly, wasn't cold at all, they crept over to the slumbering skeleton. When they finally reached their skeletal friend, they allowed a small, mischievous giggle to escape as they admired his sleeping form before spiking the snowball right into the skeleton's right eye socket.

"FUCK! shit! fuck! what the hell?!" the skeleton practically screeched- something rarely heard from the normally hushed skeleton- while standing up, frantically attempting to free the snow from his skull. His teeth were chattering madly, and his hands were shaking as he reached into his eye socket to pull out the snow. Gods above, how did humans deal with the cold?! It was fucking terrible!

Frisk, on the other hand, was doubled over, their laughter ringing through the cavern like a bell, reverberating off of the stone walls.

"g-goddamnit, kid, th-that wasn't very ice of you," the skeleton hissed through clenched teeth, rubbing his bony hands on his arms to warm himself up.

"S-sorry, Sans," the human managed through thick laughs, tears welling in their eyes.

"s'alright. snow problem, really. couldn't even feel it," he assured, although his shuddering bones betrayed his statement, along with his chattering teeth. "so, whatcha need, kid?" Smooth. Real smooth. Nice transition, Sans. A for effort.

Why did he care so much...?

"Show me how to do magic," they almost demanded in hushed excitement, a wide smile gracing their features. Sans could practically see the delight shining and sparkling in their eyes, the determination coursing through their very being. They wanted this, and when they wanted something, it was impossible to deter them from it.

But... They had their limits. They were just a human, not composed of magic like he and the rest of monsterkind was. They were made of flesh and gross stuff like blood and organs, and Sans doubted that flesh was a good conductor of magic.

"kid, i'm gonna talus you the truth here, no fibula, i really don't think that's possible," the monster sighed as a pout settled onto the human's face.

Frisk puffed out their cheeks in indignation, as though Sans' words were the last things they wanted to hear. And, truth be told, they were. Magic mesmerized them to no end, and, they had wanted to learn how to use it, master it, since they fell into the underground and saw the magic of Toriel and other monsters. Magic was the reason for everything that happened in the underground, from the food to the-

The barrier...! The barrier was cast by humans, wasn't it?

It was cast by seven of the humans' strongest mages!

And if they were the "strongest", that meant there were others. Albeit, weaker, but still others nonetheless!

Excitement and anticipation sped through Frisk's veins as they looked at Sans, a newfound determination sparking and coming to life in their eye like a white hot blaze.

"Sans, humans can use magic!" they responded excitedly, although the harshness in their tone made even the speaker flinch.

"frisk, kid, listen, just because monsters can do it, and you've lived near monsters, and we're fused-"

"No, Sans! Think about it! Who put up the barrier?" the human insisted, their hear tilting upwards in annoyance, and their arms flinging out in emphasis.

"the humans of cours-ohh," the skeleton realized, now feeling quite stupid. The kid could figure that out in a matter of seconds. A kid who wasn't even done high school. Thought about that before someone who understands quantum physics. True logic was different than quantum physics, but still.

"Pleeease, Sans?" the human begged, their eyes wide and shiny, moonlight reflecting onto their chestnut irises.

Who knew puppy eyes still worked with Sans? He would have sworn on his soul that they didn't even make him budge anymore, what with raising Papyrus and having to deal with his wide, begging eye sockets.

"fine, fine kid. you got me," the skeleton grunted, sitting up onto the flower bed, "let's start."

Sans could feel his usual grin widening at the excitement welling up in the human, anticipation and pure, untainted, absolute glee shining brightly in their dark eyes.

Gods above, this human was going to be the end of him.

Sans had spent several minutes elaborating on the basics of magic wielding, although to the young human, it felt more accurately like several hours. They had been around monster for years, always wishing they could use magic like their friends and family, and now they're learning how to use it!

"how d'ya wanna start, kid?" Sans' voice brought them back to, causing them to jump slightly.

How did they want to start? They honestly didn't know. All monster magic astounded them, excited them. They wanted to learn it all!

But, if they were going to learn it, they knew they should probably lean the practical magic first. Magic that could, and would, make their life easier.

"I want to learn how to teleport!"

Sans was taken aback by the human's request. Teleport? Where had they learned that he could do that? He was well aware that they had seen him in places he shouldn't have been, but he considered himself rather sly when he tried to be He could have walked around them without them noticing with ease, or, as he had always said, used a shortcut to avoid being caught.

Had he ever teleported directly in front of them, or while in their line of sight? He raked through his skull for answers, when a memory came into his mind, crisp as the winter winds in Snowdin.

Snow was drifting down ever-so-slowly as he watched the child on the bridge, a blank, cold, expression on their features that was only rivaled by the bitter chill in the air.

Their eyes, which he knew should have been as brown as the bark on the trees, were gleaming a sadistic scarlet.

He resisted the urge to end them right there, while their LOVE was still low and their fighting skills lacking as they approached. But he had made a promise, one of which he was going to upkeep. But damn did he regret making it.

"say, you're gonna fight my brother pretty soon," he sighed, closing his eye sockets tight. They had fought Papyrus before... But it was different. The path they were traveling down then...

"here's some friendly advice. if you keep going the way you are now..."

He felt his eye sockets grow dark.

"..."

They just had to do it, didn't they? Take away the happy ending... Rip away all hope, rip away all trust...

And now, the white dust of who knows how many fallen monsters coated their clothes.

"You're gonna have a bad time."

He teleported away.

Shivers ran up the skeleton's spine at the memory of genocide... Dust. His brother's dust. But he wouldn't let it get to him. That... That was the past. It wasn't the kid he knew now.

"alright, kid. heheh, what a perfect thing to learn from this lazy bag of bones," he chuckled, attempting to shake off the memory.

After a few painfully long minutes, Sans had explained the basics of teleporting. Of course, when he had explained magic earlier, he wasn't expecting the kid to want to teleport.

Once the kid insisted that they understood how to teleport, Sans gave them a mischievous smile.

"y'ready, kid? we'll do it together. one. two. three-"

A blazing headache coursed through their skull. Where... Were they...?

A deep blue and purple room with constellations painted on the walls, of which were also covered in posters of a robot identified as "Mettaton" in large, sparkly, neon pink lettering, as well as various other celebrities of both the human and monster variation. Glow in the dark star stickers were attached onto the ceiling at random. A desk sat in the corner of the room, adorned with scattered papers and a flowerpot that held pencils. A beautiful, stained-glass vase painted with various hearts, filled with golden flowers rested on a silver windowsill.

A bedroom?

Pushing themselves up, they caught notice of their arms once again. A bony one, and a human one.

They groaned.