A collection of writing prompts I got on my Tumblr IndulgenceAhoy. Thought I would post them here too. All of these are unrelated to any of my other stories unless I state otherwise.
Writting Prompt:
Post-pacifist; Sans is terrified of another reset and Frisk is determined to show him they won't reset again.
Sans woke up to an eerily quiet house. He called out Papyrus name but got not response. He got up in a panic, his mind racing to catch up to itself. He opened the drawer to his bedside table and his eyes fell unto a calendar. Each day up to that day had been circled and said the word "ok" in the them. He started to calm down, today was an "ok" day. He grabbed the red pen he kept next to the calendar and circled that day's date. He would only write "ok" until that night, just before he went to sleep. His hand lingered on the calendar for a bit. He wondered for how much longer he would find the calendar inside his bedside table when he woke up.
He stretched and put on some clean clothes. He looked around his room and at the still empty moving boxes Papyrus had left for him to use. The rest of the house had been mostly packed up (by Papyrus) and Sans had promised on two pinky swears and three "or so help me!" that he would take care of his own room.
He picked up a sock and put it into one of the boxes. He decided to take a break.
As he walked by his brother's room, he peeked in. Everything was packed away in boxes. Papyrus racing car bed had been taken apart and put against the wall. It looked so final. He shuddered. Was this really it? A pain in his wrist made him realize that he had been grappling the doorknob with a dead grip.
He really needed to calm down.
He wished Papyrus was home.
Everyone had been busy with finding and resettling new homes. Not to mention establishing new relationships with the human world. During the first year after the Barrier broke, it was not unusual to not see friends/family for extended periods of time. Even Papyrus had left for a couple of weeks with Toriel and Frisk, having taken it upon himself to find the brothers a new home on the Surface. Sans had not said anything against this but didn't show any inclination in joining him on this quest. Most of the phone calls during their time apart had been pretty one sided. Again, Sans never said anything that would give Papyrus the idea that he was unhappy, just disinterested in house hunting. The tall skeleton chalked it up to nerves in the face of all these changes. He was more than happy to take that stress off his brother's shoulders.
On the day that the group returned, Sans hadn't been home but had left a note that he would be back in the afternoon. This had worried Papyrus but Toriel calmed him down suggesting that they make a special meal and surprise him when he came back. Papyrus asked Frisk to check on how much packing Sans had done so far, just so he knew just how annoyed he should be by the time Sans made it back home. He was afraid of checking himself because he knew he would just end up trying to pack some of it (read: everything) and that would just encourage Sans to be lazy even more.
The child nodded and happily made their way to Sans' room. They opened the door carefully and looked around. Papyrus had been right about being weary. The room looked as unpacked as a room possibly could. They had only been in there once before when Sans had pranked them across time and space. Now they had a chance to look around some more, hopefully, prank-less.
The room didn't look much different mess wise. It did look more "lived in" then before. The bed wasn't made but it was clear of the pile of blankets and clothes that used to be there. There were empty containers of food and drink that Frisk took upon themselves to pick up in an effort to help out. As they were lifting an empty bottle of ketchup from the bedside table, a sheet of paper sticking out of the drawer called their attention. They opened the drawer and saw Sans' calendar with all the markings on each day. Putting the trash on the bed they took the calendar and thumbed through the previous months. They all had the same circle and word "ok" on them. Sometimes the writing would be almost illegible. Other times there would be water stains. A couple were written in symbols they didn't recognize. Frisk's little hands tensed up crumpling the calendar edges.
If his friend felt the need to keep track of the days in such a way, that could only mean one thing. And it was all their fault. They took the red pen from the dresser, then they stuffed the calendar under their sweater and ran downstairs. They tugged on Toriel's dress and asked for permission to go looking for Sans since his room wasn't packed yet. Papyrus groaned at having his fear confirmed, but he did it good naturally. He suggested that they call him but Frisk insisted on going to find him indicating that they also wanted to have a look around Snowdin and say hi to the monsters that still lived there.
Toriel smiled and let them go as long as they were back in time for dinner. Frisk didn't waste any time rushing out the door.
It was early afternoon. Snowdin was pretty quiet despite not being completely deserted. It didn't take long for Frisk to find out that that Sans had been seen heading towards the Ruins Door. They ran there as fast as their little legs allowed it.
Luckily, the monster had been right and Frisk soon found Sans sitting against the giant Ruins door with his head on his knees. At first, they thought that he may have been sleeping but as they came closer, they could hear that he was humming to himself. They gave a little cough when they were near enough to announce their presence.
Sans looked up surprised. "ah! kid!" He looked around "didn't realize it was this late already"
Frisk smiled and went to sit down next to the skeleton. "Missed you!" they hand signed.
Sans smile went all the way up to his eyes and hugged them. "i missed you too kid! had fun? did you guys find a place yet?"
Frisk nodded and hand signaled excitedly about their new home.
"woah kid. a little slower please? i'm still learning your mysterious ways" Sans winked.
Frisk nodded and went to pick up a branch and drew their new home in the snow for Sans. They took the time to slowly hand gesture their descriptions and were delighted when Sans started to gesture back to demonstrate that he was understanding their explanations.
"that's pretty cool home kid! can't wait to see it in skele-son"
Frisk giggled and hand signed "Soon".
"yeah" Sans looked at the drawings in the snow. "wow, we're really doing this huh? i gotta tell ya kid ..." He paused "... well, nevermind"
Frisk tugged on his sleeve, prompting him to continue.
"it's nothing"
Frisk frowned insisting. Sans rubbed the back of his head.
"it's … it's just that i hope you don't get any second … thoughts. you know? about … all of this" He gestured at nothing but meant everything.
Frisk gulped and slowly lifted their sweater and brought out the now very crumpled calendar.
"what? where did you get that?" asked Sans startled. He started reaching for the calendar but stopped himself and instead put his hand back inside his jacket's pocket. "it's not nice to go through other people's things" There was a hint of anger in his voice.
Frisk shook their head. They made the hand sign for "I'm sorry" and added "I didn't mean it"
"eh, whatever" said Sans looking away "let's go home"
Frisk ran around Sans so he was looking at them. They pointed at the calendar. "No More" They signaled.
"what.."
"No More Bad Days" They forced the calendar into Sans hands. Sans blinked at them then looked down at the calendar. That day's date and all the following dates for the months left in the year had been filled in red pen with Frisk's handwriting. They all said "OK" with a heart at the end. On the last page, written in large letters were the words: "I PROMISE"
Sans hands shook and he couldn't stop tears from coming. Frisk came closer repeatedly doing the hand signs for "No More, I Promise, I Promise" They were crying too.
They hugged and sobbed for a long time. The calendar long forgotten in the snow. Eventually Sans broke their hug and held Frisk's face in his hands. He cleared their tears with his thumbs. "thank you kid"
Frisk reached out with their small hands and patted the tears on his cheeks away. They laughed in relief, in gentle embarrassment, in happiness.
They were going to be good days.