Chapter Four: Sans The Skele-pun
(If it's in Italics, Frisk is signing it with her hands. If it's in Bold Italics, Frisk is using morse code. If it's Underlined, it's part of the nightmare.) [ALSO, In this story, Frisk and Sans are the same height, but neither are short. Sans had... a growth spurt. Also he's no longer fat.]
Frisk, Frisk, Frisk.
Why didn't you listen to me?
You should've done it.
You'd better not mess up this time.
You've delayed my plans already by 13 years...
I can kill anybody I want. If you don't want me to, do my bidding.
DO IT!
And remember:
DON'T MESS UP THIS TIME!
Frisk woke up screaming her lungs out.
She looked around herself, taking in her surroundings.
She was in a bedroom.
Frisk was lying on a mattress next to a window.
There was a tornado of garbage and... a dog, in the corner.
Frisk was completely sure she was still dreaming, so she screamed even louder, terrified that Chara would show up.
A skeleton, about Frisk's height, in a blue hoodie, black knee-length shorts, and pink slippers sprinted into the room, completely on edge.
The skeleton's left eye was a light blue and the other eye was completely black.
He frantically looked around the room, his eye settling on Frisk.
Frisk sat completely still, terrified.
Who was this skeleton!?
The skeleton sighed in relief, his eyes becoming black with white pupils.
"You gave me a heart attack, Frisk," Sans said.
Frisk gasped.
"S-San-s!" Frisk shouted, hopping out of bed and sprinting at the skeleton.
She wrapped him in a warm hug.
Sans hugged back.
"It's nice to finally meet 'cha, kiddo," Sans said.
Frisk exited the hug, confused.
How did I get here Sans?
"Well, you see, I found ya passed out in the snow. Not a good place to take a nap, trust me. Your toes get too cold. Not that I even have toes. And, well, you were gonna die, and that wouldn't have been good at all. After all, I made a promise. So I carried you back to my house in Snowdin," Sans explained.
Frisk looked around the room again.
This room did seem pretty Sans-y.
You have a tornado in your room?
"Pretty cool, eh?" Sans said, winking.
Frisk nodded.
It was pretty cool!
"Hey, I'm pretty hungry, let's go to Grillby's for lunch," Sans suggested.
Lunch?
"Oh yeah, you've been passed out a few days. No biggie. Paps thought you were broken," Sans said.
A few days?! Have you seen Flowey?
"Flowey? You mean that flower that tried to bite Paps? I kicked him in the face and he left," Sans added.
Sans!
"What? Oh right, so do you wanna go to Grillby's or not?" Sans asked.
Frisk nodded 'Yes'.
Sans grabbed Frisk's hand.
She blushed intensely, not that Sans could see.
"Hold on to your scarf," Sans said.
Frisk raised an eyebrow.
Suddenly, they were outside of Grillby's.
Frisk looked around frantically.
"Pretty nice shortcut, eh?" Sans asked.
How did we get here so fast!?
"Like I said, heh, shortcut!" Sans answered.
Sans kept Frisk's hand in his, and walked inside Grillby's.
"Hey Sans!"
"What's up Sansy?"
"Come sit with us Sans!"
"Welcome back Sansy!"
"Hello Sans."
Sans grinned at everybody, and said, "Hey guys. This is my friend, Frisk. She's from The Ruins."
Everybody looked at Sans, confused.
"I thought The Ruins were closed off and guarded by a powerful monster..." one of the monsters said.
"She WAS that monster!" Sans half lied.
Everybody gasped and stared at Frisk.
She waved, unsure of what to do.
"She doesn't talk much," Sans said, before leading Frisk to the counter.
A man literally made of fire came up to them, and asked what they wanted.
"A bottle of ketchup," Sans ordered.
I would like... a burger?
The fire-man tilted his head at Sans.
"Heh. Sorry Grillby, as I said, Frisk don't talk much. She said she wants a burger," Sans translated.
Grillby turned around and walked through a door labeled 'Fire Door'.
"So Frisk, what made you want to leave The Ruins?" Sans asked.
Well, I figured, we needed to meet.
Sans' cheekbones turned blue.
"R-really kid? Heh. Well, thanks. But, who's taking care of The Ruins while you're gone?" Sans asked.
Toriel can.
Sans nodded, still 'blushing'.
Sans... Your face is blue.
Frisk pointed at Sans' face.
"W-what? N-no. You must be seeing things..." Sans said.
Sans immediately pulled his hoodie's neck over his face.
Frisk giggled.
Sans was being extremely cute.
Grillby came back with the burger and a bottle of ketchup.
"O-oh! Here's the food," Sans said, putting his hoodie back down.
Frisk lowered her scarf to reveal her nose and mouth.
Grillby tilted his head, but said nothing.
Frisk took a bite of the burger.
She smiled.
It was good.
When she finished eating, she put her scarf back up.
Sans looked Frisk dead in the eye.
Everything around them seemed to freeze.
"So... You're a human," Sans said.
Frisk looked around, scared.
But... everybody was frozen in place.
Not in the surprised or scared way.
Just frozen.
Frisk looked at Sans, defeated.
She nodded.
"Well, I should've expected it. Nothing BUT humans falls down that hole," Sans said, taking another sip of ketchup.
Frisk looked at Sans, confused.
Other humans?
Sans choked on his ketchup a bit.
"Well, there I go slipping again. But yeah, 6 other humans have come down here, all to meet the same fate," Sans explained.
Frisk kept looking confused.
"They died. At the hands of King Asgore. We're all trapped down here in the Underground, and we need 7 human souls to get to the surface. We only need one more," Sans said.
He set down his ketchup, took Frisk's hand, and looked her deeply in the eyes.
"Do me a favor. Don't tell anybody, not even Papyrus..." Sans begged.
Time unfroze around them and Sans went back to sipping his ketchup.
"S-Sans..." Frisk said, struggling.
He set his ketchup down and looked over at Frisk, as did everybody else.
Frisk felt pressured, but became more determined.
"C-an... I st-tay with yo-u?" Frisk said struggling.
Everybody, other than Sans, suddenly had a thought.
Grillby was the one who said it though.
"Oh, so Sans, Frisk is your girlfriend?" Grillby said.
Sans' face turned blue and his pupils disappeared.
Though nobody could see, Frisk's cheeks turned red.
She looked over at Sans, who in return, looked at her.
Frisk DID like Sans, but was unsure if he felt the same way.
She had always told herself it was a childhood crush and nothing more, but seeing as how she was sitting here now, all because of her want to see Sans, that was shown to be false.
Shortcut, now!
Sans grabbed Frisk's hand, sprinted out of Grillby's, and took his shortcut home.
Suddenly, Frisk was falling onto the floor.
She grunted as she made contact with the ground.
Frisk rubbed her forehead.
Sans was already standing, and offered his hand.
Frisk took it...
And Sans' arm popped off.
Frisk and Sans were surprised, but suddenly, they began to laugh.
They laughed hysterically.
"Uh, can you give me a hand, Frisk?" Sans asked, before laughing again.
Frisk laughed as well, and handed Sans' arm back.
She stood up and dusted herself off.
"Oh and to answer your earlier question, you can stay. I mean, if you want," Sans said, his cheekbones becoming blue again.
Frisk smiled and gave Sans another hug, blushing.
Sans blushed more, and gave Frisk a hug back.
After a few moments, they stopped hugging.
I'm going to get my stuff together.
"Heh. Alright Frisk," Sans said.
Frisk hurried upstairs into Sans' room.
She took off her heavy coat, took the tie out of her hair, and readjusted her baby blue scarf to be around her neck.
She brushed her fingers through her long chestnut hair, making sure there were no tangles. It reached down to her hips. Toriel had helped her brush it when she was younger.
She took out a small mirror and made sure she looked presentable.
She wore a bigger version of the sweater she wore when she fell into the Underground, black leggings, and grey combat boots, reaching almost to her knee.
Somebody suddenly knocked on the door.
"Hey, kiddo? You ready? Paps just got home," Sans said, opening the door.
Sans took a look at Frisk.
His entire face turned blue.
"F-Frisk?" he asked.
Frisk blushed.
Yes?
"Papyrus is home, let's go!" Sans said.
Frisk pulled her scarf over her mouth and nose.
"Frisk, I don't think that'll cut it," Sans observed, walking into the room and closing the door behind him.
Sans walked up to Frisk, taking the scarf off her face.
He looked at her face.
Sans' face turned blue.
"J-just keep the scarf on!" he frantically said, handing Frisk her scarf.
Frisk nodded, smiling nervously.
Frisk was about to leave the room when Sans grabbed her arm.
"Please, Frisk, for my sake. Save," Sans said, dead-serious, "I have a Savepoint underneath that pile of clothes."
Frisk was absolutely confused.
Nobody but her had ever known about the Savepoints she'd found. Not even Toriel.
She cautiously walked over to the pile of clothes and lifted some of them only to find, lo and behold, a Savepoint.
She touched it, and saved.
"Thanks Frisk," Sans said.
He held out his hand for her to grab, and she did.
"Let's go, Paps is gonna love ya," Sans told Frisk, opening the door to the rest of his home.
