"Say, kid.."
"If we're really friends, you won't come back."
Frisk jolted awake, wet tears covering her face. She sat up as she clutched onto the sheets of the bed.
"Morning, Frisk."
She turned to her right, tears still being shed because of the nightmare.
"G-good morning, Flowey."
Flowey used to be very ferocious – he only ever showed cruelty toward Frisk and everyone in the underground. However, no matter how much the pain Flowey has inflicted on Frisk, she refused to fight back. She showed him MERCYnevertheless.
Ah, and he's actually King Asgore's son, Asriel Dreemurr. He turned into a flower after turning into dust, thank Alphys for that.
"Had a nightmare?" He said while facing the other way.
"Yeah." Frisk shut her eyes for a second, and stood up afterwards. "The same one, apparently."
"Huh. Sounds like you're guilty." He stated, "You know, that was actually pretty stupid of you."
Frisk paused for a while. "Yeah. I know, Flowey."
"I even tried to warn you." He said, with a hint of disappointment in his voice.
"Emphasis on "tried." I couldn't stop you. You did.. THAT despite what seems like common sense." He stopped for a second or so, then gazed at Frisk's eyes. "Why?"
Frisk ignored the question, and began taking off her nightgown that smelled of lavender. She was about to take off her lingerie as well in front of Flowey's very eyes – he couldn't stop stuttering.
"Frisk! W-what the hell are you doing? Are you STUPID? Change s-somewhere else!" He insisted, averting his gaze.
Frisk chuckled, "you can just face the other way, but I don't see anything wrong with what I'm doing." She continued to remove her clothing.
Flowey sighed, "she's as stubborn as ever."
Frisk has been living in the underground for about 4 years now. Mettatton had decided to let her live in his house of which is just beside Napstablook's. "Blooky will surely feel a little delighted to have someone living beside him again, Frisk-darling," he says. The area is just as nice as it is on the surface. Frisk was thrilled when she heard that she was going to be living in Waterfall.
Toriel came back, and is now ruling the Underground along with Asgore. They're still not really on good terms with each other, but at least the queen's back. After all, she IS the brains of the throne. Other than that and the fact that Frisk decided to stay, nothing's really changed.
Alphys has been suggesting anime and dating sims to Frisk, and she doesn't really seem to mind. Undyne, in the other hand, used to teach her how to cook the last few years, but while in the middle of a lesson, it was Frisk who seemed to know a lot about cooking. In the end, it was also her who taught Papyrus how to cook spaghetti of which is something that's finally edible.
After the second reset, Flowey decided to come and live with Frisk. Despite being soulless, he claimed twice in this current timeline that he felt loved, and that he- after a very long time- has someone to protect.
Last but not least: Sans. Nothing about him has changed, really. Except for the fact that he treats Frisk like a normal person now. What can you say? It's not like Sans has always been hanging out with the humans that came before her. They've really grown attached to each other after a few months, talking about their embarrassing moments, telling each other jokes and puns, slacking off for more than thirty minutes – even Papyrus has remarked about having two slime-emitting people around him.
The navy blue walls of the sunlit room. The scent of vanilla. The sight of a sixteen aged girl, with only a towel to cover her nude body. All this filled Flowey with..
...determination?
"Frisk, SERIOUSLY? Jeez!" Flowey, still flustered, covered his eyes with his leaves. "Can you at least show some TACT?"
"Oh, come on, don't be like that." Frisk chuckled, "See, there's nothing-"
A buzz- presumably from her phone- interrupted her.
Flowey looked the other way while saying, "You better check that."
"Oh, okay.." Frisk sat down on her bed, and proceeded to pick up her phone.
1 new message.
"..." Frisk scrolled through the screen.
Subject: come out
From: Sans =]
A slight tint of red appeared visible on Frisk's cheeks as she read the message. This is unsurprising, to say the least. Sans has always been the one treating her to places like Grillby's. Besides, they haven't really talked to each other for a while now. Ever since the nightmares, Frisk has been avoiding him.
look outside your window
"Ah!" She quickly moved near the window and unlatched it, while Flowey was still staring at her as if she's doing something wrong.
Sans was waiting outside her house, with both his hands inside the pockets of his hoodie like usual. He noticed Frisk, and gave her a genuine smile. He turned to the other side when he realized that she's still not dressed, and grabbed his phone.
"..Frisk.." Flowey, still staring at her.
Her phone vibrated again. She checked the new message she received.
ya might get disappointed, but i don't plan on bringing you anywhere if you're gonna be wearing something like that, kiddo
A flush of embarrassment rose to her cheeks in realization.
Flowey sighed, "Who are you even talking to? Don't tell me it's that Sm-"
"I-I need to get dressed..." Frisk, feeling mortified, rushed to the closet.
The golden flower muttered to himself, "So it is Smiley Trashbag."
Of course, this side of Flowey – it's not something unusual, but Frisk has never really noticed it. The little golden blossom has always hated Sans for what he's been doing in several different timelines.
He let out a deeper sigh in disbelief, "I can't believe this."
Frisk glanced at Flowey and tilted her head slightly to the side, "Is something wrong?"
"NOTHING." He replied with coldness in his voice. Frisk, doubting his response, felt worried. There was obviously something going on in his mind.
He felt somewhat envious due to the fact that she chose to dress just after getting Sans's message, while she's already been told the same thing by Flowey before even receiving the first message. A very stupid reason, but you know how stubborn he is most of the time.
"..Asriel." Frisk fondled a petal carefully, "If you need something, I'm here." She beamed.
"Just go. He's probably waiting."
Flowey mentioned that Sans has caused him more than his fair share of resets in the previous timeline, thus he held hatred for the guy. He would never want the skeleton to be around. Frisk never really minded and has been paying attention to him almost every time, so that's a plus to his hatred for the particular monster.
Frisk sighed, "Really, though. Tell me when you need something, okay? I have to go."
After getting dressed, she bolted out of the room, carefully grabbing her jacket from the coat tree as she runs out of the house.
Sans, wide-eyed, glanced at Frisk. He gazed at her in awe. She wore a knee-length dress, a white one, and it nicely suits her personality. She actually looked pretty cute in it with her black hoodie. "Gee, kid.. you're making it look like I asked you out on a date."
"Wow, uh.. you sure are feeling frisky now, aren'tcha?" He chuckled.
"Oh, wow." Frisk rolled her eyes as she laughed it off, and playfully punched Sans's arm.
Flowey saw them through the window, their figures getting smaller each step they take. He sighed, "Be safe, Frisk."
"So, um, what's the occasion? You never usually pick me up.." Frisk asked.
"Just because I don't, doesn't mean I won't." He replied.
She giggled, "That's actually true."
They stopped in front of Sans's sentry station in Waterfall. The area was calming. The sounds of dripping water, a glimpse of a falling rock. It fills you with pleasure.
"I'm actually here to talk to ya about something, kid."
Suddenly, fear pierced through her as though she's been stabbed. She recalled every single thing she's done in the previous timeline, re-building the guilt that used to be no more.
Why? Why was she having those nightmares? Shouldn't it be over already?
"I don't understand, I.. I thought I fixed everything already. Is this some kind of punishment for what I've done? I've already reset. What went wrong?"
"..It's about me, isn't it?"
"It was all because of me."
"It was my fault."
"And it still is."
Frisk, filled with dread, had several things going on in her mind. She was internally screaming, fearing that something may go wrong. She's worked real hard to get herself and the rest of the monsters a "better ending," and a promise was made in order to prevent another reset from occurring. Should she reset now, she would ruin everything she has earned. "Everything.. everything would turn into just memories."
"What if he kills me again?"
Such thoughts have never made Frisk so.. scared.
"Frisk?"
Finally, she snapped out of it. She felt a little calmer, but a feeling of dread has worked its way up to her mind as soon as she looked into Sans's eyes.
The scenario of being told off about the consequences of Frisk's actions – it plays all over again in her head. The details, the colors.. Everything about the judgment hall. The eye that glowed blue and yellow at times as a sign of justice. Sometimes it'd just be empty, so empty as though it's a dark abyss made out of pain.. of coldness.. of vengeance. She's died numerous times in that place. It was almost as if the whole place was her deathbed, and that the whole 'fighting' thing was all just a prim reminder of the genocide that took place because of her.
"I got here because I'm not.. "dead where I stand." I'm here because I decided to do what's right. Being fearful of someone you're supposed to trust.. Isn't that a little over pathetic?"
"I'm fine, don't worry about it." Frisk plastered her face with a smile.
"Are you, uh, sure? ..Because I've been literally calling your name for about a million times now." He claimed.
"H-huh?! Oh, I'm sorry, I kind of spaced out.." She laughed it off nervously.
"What? That's something you should apologize for? I mean, all I did was to tell you how I've been calling your name since the day we met." He grinned. Ah, cunning as ever.
Frisk gave him a bit of a glare, "Goddamnit, Sans, don't.. scare me like that."
"Heh, alright, kiddo. What's wrong? Almost seems like you're thinking about.. something important." He stated.
Frisk gasped, aware that he can read the expressions on her face, "What? It was nothing, I was just thinking about how hungry I am. Can we go to Grillby's now?"
"Whoa, why the rush, buddy? I still have to talk to you." Sans, despite looking completely nonchalant like usual, has now this tone of voice that makes it sound like he's REALLY serious about talking to Frisk.
Frisk suddenly felt a little guilty again. Carrying a burden didn't really seem to help a lot. Not that it WAS a help in the first place.
"Okay, I'm sorry.." She let out a sigh, "What is it that you want to talk about?"
"Well, Frisk.." He gazed into Frisk's hazel brown eyes, "I just.. want to know how much I'm worth to you."
Silence filled the room for a moment or two. Frisk laughed it off, "What? Why would you ask that?"
"I'm.. just asking, Frisk." He then held out his hand, "..but uh, on second thought, just forget about that question. It's not really important no matter how ya think about it. Capiche?" He winked.
"..How much..?" Frisk thought.
Frisk grabbed his hand, deep in thought. A sudden gleam of light had illuminated the whole room.. which now changed into a familiar one. Discomfort held on for a while.
"MTT Resort?" She looked at Sans.
They were in the dine-in restaurant of the hotel. Sans gestured Frisk to sit down.
"Yep. So, uh.. anything you want to eat? My treat." He grinned and seemed happy, although he wished Frisk could've just answered the question a little while ago.
Frisk was still deep in thought. "How much, you ask?"
"Frisk? I'm serious, what's wrong, buddy? Are you.. not talking to me on purpose?" Sans sighed, remembering how Frisk has rejected almost every invitations he's given her the past few weeks.
"Look, pal. If ya never really wanted to talk to me in the first place, you could've just.. told me, y'know?" He stood up, deciding to leave.
"No, wait!" Frisk grasped his sleeve, stopping him. The monsters that were around heard her. They stopped eating and faced their way.
They heard a faint "Oh my," in the distance.
A pale red became visible on both Sans's and Frisk's face.
"Sans.." Frisk ignored the attention they got from almost every monster in the restaurant, "..you have no idea.."
"..how much you mean to me."
Everyone around gasped, some were grinning, and Mettaton was still paying attention to the two. "Well, well, well."
"Y-you're speaking a little too loud." Sans covered her mouth with his hands and quickly dragged her out of the resort.
They stopped and hid in the alley, with no one to hear them.
There was silence for a while, but Frisk filled in it with an "..um."
"..you saved and helped me a lot of times."
Sans gazed into her eyes, surprised how she actually managed to answer his question.
"..you also treat me like I'm someone special."
"You mean a lot to me, Sans. You're the coolest person that I know! I.. wish I could've met you sooner, even before falling into the underground."
Sans grinned, "Alright, kiddo. That's enough. You mean just as much to me." He ruffled Frisk's hair.
"Sorry if it kinda just lasted shortly. I'll make it up to ya next time. I just really wanted to ask that simple thing. So uh, see ya." Sans waved his hand as he walked away, leaving Frisk in Waterfall.
"So.. how did the date go?"
Frisk flinched, "Jesus Christ, Flowey, you.. We're not even going out with each other."
"Whatever you say." he scoffed, and proceeded to go back to their home.
"But hey, I'm.. glad you're safe."