Chapter Five: A Bad First Impression

(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.]

Sans and Frisk went downstairs, still holding hands.

Frisk stayed behind Sans, nervous.

"Sans? Where is this person you wanted to show me?" Papyrus asked.

"Eh, I guess they disappeared," Sans said.

Papyrus stomped his foot.

"Sans!" he shouted.

"Chill bro, I was just jokin' with ya," Sans told Papyrus.

"You know how much I despise your jokes! I have half a mind to-" Papyrus yelled at Sans.

Frisk suddenly stood in front of Sans and held her hands up.

Papyrus' face suddenly went blank.

"Sans... why didn't you tell me... THAT THEY HAD SUCH A GREAT TASTE IN SCARVES!" Papyrus exclaimed, excitedly.

Frisk smiled, proud.

"Heh. Sorry Paps, I guess I forgot. This is, get ready... Frisk!" he said, as if he was auctioning her off.

Papyrus' face suddenly lit up completely and he smiled wider than anybody ever had before.

He lifted Frisk up and gave her a big hug.

"I've waited so long to meet voice behind the talking door! Sans wouldn't stop talking about how great you were, so I feel like we'll get along!" he excitedly told Frisk.

Sans' face turned blue, and his pupils disappeared.

Frisk smiled, and her cheeks turned red. She hugged him back.

He set Frisk down, still smiling.

"I hope you like spaghetti!" Papyrus said.

I've never had it.

Papyrus loudly gasped.

"No need to worry! Papyrus' spaghetti is the best spaghetti ever! You will enjoy it!" Papyrus shouted.

Papyrus ran into the kitchen and began to furiously cook spaghetti.

Sans walked up to Frisk.

"He didn't even ask any questions," he observed.

He chuckled.

"But I guess that's Papyrus," he finished, winking.

Frisk smiled.

Thank you for letting me stay.

"Anytime, Frisk," Sans said.

Hold on a sec, I forgot something.

"Alright? Just hurry," Sans warned.

Frisk ran upstairs.

She scoured the bag she had brought for her gift to Sans.

She had waited many years to give him this.

A small glass heart she painted red.

Toriel helped her make it.

Frisk tried to make it virtually shatter-proof.

Frisk smiled and picked it up.

She walked towards the railing...

And fell over it.

She screamed as she fell.

Suddenly, she came to a stop, still firmly holding on to the heart.

She saw a small blue heart in front of her, completely still.

Sans stood there, holding up one skeletal hand, his left eye glowing blue.

He slowly lowered Frisk onto the ground, along with the heart.

He put his hand down, and his eye stopped glowing.

"Please, Frisk, be more careful," Sans said.

Frisk hung her head in shame.

"I... H-ha-ve... A g-ift... F-fo-r... Y-you..." Frisk said.

Sans' eyes widened.

His cheekbones turned blue.

Frisk lifted the glass heart, looking at Sans hopefully.

He took the heart from her hands.

I made it for you when I was little... I thought you might want it...

"T-thanks Frisk," Sans said, helping Frisk up.

Papyrus peeked around the corner.

"Is everything okay? I heard noises," Papyrus asked.

Everything is fine Papy. I fell. I was bringing Sans this glass heart. So... I guess you could say I fell for him.

"NYEH!? ANOTHER TRICKSTER?! I shall heal you with my spaghetti!" Papyrus shouted.

Well, if you don't want it to burn, you'd better spa-get out of here!

"NYEH! THIS PROBLEM REQUIRES MORE SPAGHETTI!" Papyrus yelled, running back into the kitchen.

Sans stared at Frisk, completely fixated on her.

His cheeks were totally blue.

Frisk smiled at his goofiness.

"Spaghetti's almost done!" Papyrus yelled from the other room.

"Heh. Well I guess we should sit down then," Sans said.

He walked over to a lime green couch and sat down on it.

Frisk sat next to him, saving a spot on the end for Papyrus.

"Frisk~ Do it. You know you want to… Partner…" she heard Chara growl.

"No! I don't, and we're not partners!" Frisk firmly responded, but only within her mind.

Frisk was suddenly lifted into the air, a black glow surrounding her.

"F-Frisk?!" Sans shouted.

Frisk felt as if she was being stabbed.

She involuntarily raised her hand, summoning many black, darkly glowing, bones.

Her hand glowed black, like the aura around her body, and curled into a fist.

"Sans?! What's going on?!" Papyrus yelled.

Frisk was completely in shock, and tried to scream, but only a muffled whimper came out.

On the ceiling above her she thought she saw something...

Chara?!

When she blinked it was gone.

Her hand dropped, and the bones disappeared. She then fell, but luckily, Sans caught her.

"Frisk? Are you okay?" Sans asked.

Frisk weakly nodded.

"Papyrus... Could you give us a moment?" Sans asked.

"Nyeh... Alright... Be careful, okay?" Papyrus said, walking back into the kitchen.

Frisk still felt the stabbing on her body.

She meekly whimpered.

Sans hugged Frisk tightly.

"It's going to be alright, Frisk," Sans assured her.

Frisk hugged back, terrified.

"I'm s-o-rry San-s..." Frisk whispered.

"It's okay Frisk..." Sans whispered back.

Papyrus walked in the room, seeing Frisk and Sans hugging.

"Frisk... Would you like your dinner later?" Papyrus asked.

Frisk nodded.

Sans kept carrying Frisk, and brought her upstairs into his room, setting her on his bed.

"I can sleep on the couch. Heh..." Sans said.

He turned around to leave, but Frisk grabbed onto his sleeve.

Sans turned back towards Frisk.

Sans... Can you please lie in here with me until I fall asleep?

"Heh. Sure thing Frisk," Sans said, his cheeks turning blue

He crawled onto the mattress, a mere few inches away from Frisk.

They both blushed intensely, and fell asleep.