He was resting by the door that he had talked to the one called Frisk earlier. They had never personally met, but he knew her from their many 'visits,' if he could call it that. She was pretty cool, but wouldn't disobey Toriel. She never opened the door. So they never got to see each other.

Yet, Sans never let himself get disappointed. He still continued to visit. Make jokes with Frisk, and talk. He had told her about his brother, Papyrus. About Snowdin and about the nice restaurant called Grillby's.

And Frisk had told him enough. That she couldn't remember who she was, her past, and the few memories that did come to her. She also told him about the life in the ruins. About the cinnamon- butterscotch pies, and about the few friends that she had. After a time, she couldn't tell him much more, so he resorted to telling her about his days, and making jokes with her, until she had to leave for breakfast.

But the thing that bothered him was the mention of a flower.

He had seen a yellow flower with a face once, but it was very briefly as the flower gave him a nasty look before disappearing into the ground. He could swear that the flower, he knew or met before.

So while he was thinking about that, lying behind a bush, he heard the door open. He sat up and noticed that a small form was walking on the path. He immediately identified the form, to be a small human. Sans decided to follow the human and as he did, he stuck a small woopie cushion onto his hand and put on a most imitating grin.

The human had gotten to the bridge and Sans saw the person stop. He continued to walk up, knowing full well that he was caught. He then stopped just a foot away from the human.

"Hey human," Sans said. "Don't you know how to greet a new pal? Turn around and shake my hand."

He watched the human slowly turn around and extend a hand, with a hint of a smirk on her face. They clasped hands, when both of them heard the sound. It sounded like a small fart.

Sans watched the brown haired girl start to snicker, her hazel eyes filled with amusement. He grinned as she showed her the gag. "That works every time," He told her, as she started chuckling.

"Oh that was just humerus," Sans heard her say, and his eyes widened slightly as he recognized that voice. "It really hit my funny bone."

"Frisk?" Sans questioned, as he hid behind a grin. He looked at the kid, slowly becoming concerned for the girl. Out of all of the people that he actually became close to, other then his brother, it had to be a human. The skeleton noticed that she was wearing a blue shirt with a purple stripe. It had to be something that the old lady made her wear, before coming out here. For that Sans was sort of glad, as most people here had a tendency to acknowledge that those with striped shirts were children. Most here had kind hearts, Sans was thankful of.

"Sans!" Frisk said grinning up at him. "So that's what you look like. That explains the bone dry puns."

"Funny kid," Sans commented as he looked around for his brother. He looked back at the kid, and noticed that Frisk had a reddish tint to her brown hair. Along with that he noticed that Frisk was always looking down or away from direct eyesight, like the kid was unsure or hiding something. The stocky skeleton hid behind his grin as he had his suspicions. That there was more to this kid then what both of them knew.

"Welp, my brother has never seen a human before," Sans informed her, with a wink and a grin. "So you keep an eye out for him, he's trying to catch you."

"What for?" Frisk asked, as she started to follow him.

"He still wants to make the Royal Guard," San told her, genuinely smiling now. "He thinks that Undyne will let him join once he does."

The stocky skeleton then noticed a figure wearing a red scarf on the other side of the bridge, walking away from them. Sans was glad that his brother had his back to them and he paused to look back at the girl. He noticed that she seemed a little cold and he felt a pang of guilt. He closed his eyes for a moment, as he debated with himself whether or not to loan her his hoodie. Finally after a moment he sighed, opened his eyes and he took off his hoodie. He draped it over her and looked at her grinning again.

"That spoils the surprise that I was hoping to pull on my brother," Sans told her, seeing her smile up at him. "But we have to go and meet him."

"He's not mean," Frisk stated, and she put her hands into the sleeves. Sans grinned as the blue hoodie proved to be too big.

The sleeves covered her hands and the hoodie seemed to swallow the girl. And when she put the hood to cover her head, he couldn't help but chuckle a little.

"That's a loan, okay?" Sans said. "So don't get any ideas and run away with it."

"I won't Sans," Frisk promised.

"Okay, so he'll be on the other side of this bridge," Sans told her. "So get ready to be 'caught'."

Frisk giggled as she followed Sans to the other side.

"Brother!" Sans heard, after they crossed. "Why aren't you at your post?! I've been looking for y-is that a Human?!"

Papyrus was almost yelling with excitement and Sans cringed slightly as his tall brother towered over Frisk, checking her out. Sans noticed that his younger brother seemed to be afraid of touching her, as if she'd break. He chucked again as Papyrus continued on. Then in a fit of excitement, Sans watched his brother run off to get his traps ready.

Frisk giggled and she looked up at Sans.

"Your brother is nice," She said. He noticed her smile drop in size and he narrowed his eyes ever so slightly. "He kinda reminds me of someone I was close to. I can't remember though if he was my brother or a friend."

"You know this person's name?"

"I think it's Asriel," She answered looking down, with a frown. "It's like the entire memory is on the tip of my tongue, but it always stays out of reach."

Sans looked at her from the corners of his eyes and he hid behind his grin again. Very few knew about Prince Asriel, and those who did were not inclined to mention the dead prince's name. So naturally Sans was uneasy about the girl bringing it up now.

"Well I hope that you recover your memory," Sans said, purposely sounding cheery.

Frisk smiled, he noticed, and they continued down the path a bit in silence.

However Sans was thinking. Not many remembered Prince Asriel. The Prince had died after crossing the barrier with Princess Chara, a human that the Dreemurs had adopted as one of their own. Problem was, nobody really knew what Chara looked like. The girl never left the castle, while she was alive, and those who did see her really didn't give her but a moment's notice. Sans barely remembered her, only seeing the girl when he visited the palace to help Gaster with the small things. He remembered her red hair, like fire when the sun hit it.

San's heart hurt, as he remembered the sun. Early on in his life, he remembered the warmth and brightness of the sun. He had forgotten about it, he realized, as he glanced at the girl. This human girl reminded him of the sun, and he so wanted to hope that she might be the answer. To once more see and feel the sun again.

They saw Papyrus waiting for them and Sans smirked. He watched Frisk solve each and every puzzle that his brother placed in her way. He followed her, and took notice how better each trap, Papyrus had made. But she beat each one, to his amusement. Finally it was night time, by the announcement of the booming of the clock tower.

"Oh dear!" Papyrus yelled suddenly. "I have to go make dinner!"

Sans grinned as his brother ran off and he looked back at Frisk. His grin faded slightly as he saw her frowning and looking at a tiny lone yellow flower in the distance.

"What's up kid?" He said, stopping beside her.

She looked up at him and then back to the flower.

"I don't know Sans," Frisk answered him. "It's like I feel like I know that flower. Flowey, it called itself."

"Know it?" Sans questioned, frowning. "How?"

"Like in my soul," Frisk said. "Like it's not stalking me, but instead like we belong together."

Sans waited for more, but it didn't come. After a long while, he hid behind his mask, grinning.

"Whelp," He said, shrugging and turning away. "I think that Paps is gonna have dinner ready when we get home."

"I can go home with you?"

"Yeah," Sans told the girl, his grin becoming genuine. "You don't expect to sleep outside do you?"

"Thanks Sans," Frisk said, running to catch up with him. He started to head in the direction of his house, and she followed. "So what are we having for dinner?"

"Spaghetti."

I hope that you like. This one took longer then I expected, due to things. So I hope that you like this one. Review if you have any suggestions, and I might add them to make the story interesting. Again, I haven't played the game, and as for seeing people playing it, this is the extent of what I've seen. So the story might deviate from the game.

Enjoy