New Chapter! :D
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My cousin would like to warn you of the pain up ahead...
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Frankie watched Sans carefully. The older skeleton was staring down in frustration at the sheets of paper Miss Kindon had given him. Frankie was going to ask him if he really was going to sign, but there was a little hope in his heart. Sans was hesitating, and Frankie didn't want to stay at this terrible orphanage. He didn't want to ruin the chances that maybe, just maybe, Sans wouldn't leave him here. The moments seemed like hours, but seconds later Sans threw the clipboard aside.
"Forget this." He said, standing quickly. He didn't say anything to Frankie, but he marched out of the little skeleton's room and into the hallway. Frankie followed quickly. Miss Kindon was waiting at the end of the hallway, a terribly fake smile plastered across her face.
"Did you sign the papers?" She said. Her gaze turned towards Frankie, who remained a few steps behind Sans and she frowned, "You should return to your room now. I'll introduce you to everyone else when Mr. Sans has left."
"Miss Kindon, I don't think… I don't think it will be good for Frankie for him to stay here." Sans said. Frankie's heart soared. He's not leaving me here! He's not leaving me here!
"Mr. Sans. This is a very respectable establishment, I assure you. We're offering Frankie the chance to live off the streets, away from anyone who could hurt him." Frankie stared as Sans hesitated once more.
"No. Frankie deserves more than just that." Sans gritted his teeth, "All monsters do... I'm not leaving Frankie here to just 'live'." Frankie finally spoke up, his voice quavering, but he never looked away from the human.
"Y-you're no d-different from the other h-humans that I've met on the st-street." Sans turned and looked back at the little skeleton with a sad smile.
"It's alright, kid. Let's go." Frankie couldn't believe it. It had been months since he'd felt this way, months since anyone had treated him with worth, or had looked at him like he actually meant something. Sans held out his hand and Frankie couldn't help himself but to race into the skeleton's arms. He hugged him tightly and Sans was surprised at first but patted his head.
"Hey, where's your backpack, Frankie?" He said. Frankie jumped. He had almost forgotten his backpack. The little torn up bag held his most precious items. He couldn't leave it in this terrible place.
"In my room." He said.
"Alright, go ahead and get it." Frankie raced off down the hallway and into what might have been his bedroom. He grabbed his ratty backpack, but before swinging it onto his shoulder he unzipped the zipper as far as he could (it was broken at about half-way), and pulled out his mother's red scarf.
"I know you've been watching out for me, Mama," he said as he wrapped the scarf around his neck, "But you don't have to worry anymore. I met a nice skeleton today. I think…" Frankie zipped up his backpack and threw it over his shoulder. "I think he's going to take care of me." Frankie returned to the entryway where Sans was waiting. When the older Skeleton saw Frankie, he froze, a little surprised at the red scarf around the boy's neck.
"Do you got all your stuff, kiddo?" Sans asked. Frankie nodded, and Sans held out his hand. Frankie took it eagerly. "Then let's get out of here."
"You're making a terrible mistake." Miss Kindon snarled. "Raising children is not a game. He'd be better off inside these walls!"
Sans turned one last time. Frankie saw he was no longer hesitating, he was holding firm in his decision. There was a calmness about Sans' expression, but there was warning in his eye sockets, and when he spoke, he spoke through his teeth. "Miss Kindon, I'd prefer it if you didn't ask for a bad time. Frankie and I are leaving now." They exited the orphanage, much to Frankie's relief. He didn't say much as they walked, but he remembered Sans' expression when he had come back with the red scarf on and he looked up and asked,
"Sans… why did my scarf surprise you?"
"It just… err.. don't worry about it, kiddo." Sans shrugged. When they reached Sans' house with the blanket covering the window, Frankie thought that they were home, but Sans continued walking.
"Where are we going?" Frankie asked.
"I've… got to figure some things out. I don't have any place for you to sleep, and I don't have any food for you to eat. We're going to a place where you'll be comfortable for a bit while I work some things out. I have some… friends."
"Oh…" Frankie had seen some terrible things in the months when he had been on the street. He knew something was still really bothering Sans. Perhaps he was still hesitating. What if he's regretting his decision? What if he really doesn't like me?! What if… what if he takes me back?! Fear filled Frankie's heart and he gripped Sans' hand tighter.
"Don't worry." Sans said, but Frankie wasn't really sure if he was talking to Frankie or to himself. It seemed as though they walked for hours and Frankie was getting tired. He began dragging behind Sans, though he still held tightly to his hand. He was almost afraid that if he let go Sans would change his mind. In fact, every step Frankie took he questioned whether or not it would make Sans change his mind. For some reason it was terrifying to think that Sans would make him go back to the orphanage, abandoning him like everyone else had on the surface. When Sans saw Frankie had fallen behind a little he turned around with a smile,
"Don't worry, Pap-err…" He laughed nervously, "Franklin… we're almost there." Franklin didn't bother saying he wasn't worried. He was too tired to answer. Besides, it wasn't even true. Frankie had innumerable reasons to be worried. The number one thing was that Sans would abandon him.
It was probably about noon by the time Sans stopped walking and stood in front of a rather plain, yellow-ish house. The porch was neat and tidy, and a little chalkboard sign hung on the railing. Written in all caps were the words: TUESDAY: SPAGHETTI DINNER
"Oh boy." Sans sighed. Frankie looked up quickly with a nervous smile,
"I love spaghetti." He said.
"Well, then you'll fit right into this family." Sans said, "Follow me." He led Frankie up the snowy walkway and up the steps to the porch where he hesitated and then knocked on the door. Someone called from inside "I'll get it!" and Frankie felt Sans stiffen. The door swung open and Frankie ducked behind Sans, a little bit shy, he held onto the skeleton's hand tightly. In the doorway stood another skeleton, much taller than Sans. He was wearing a red scarf, just like
Frankie, and some sort of silly costume. When he saw Sans his jaw dropped and the he put on a huge grin.
"BROTHER!" He threw his arms around the shorter skeleton and hugged him tightly. "OH SANS! I THOUGHT YOU'D FORGOTTEN ALL ABOUT SPAGHETTI DINNER NIGHT! I'M SO GLAD YOU'RE HERE!"
"It's… uh… good to see you too, Papyrus."
"I'VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH, SANS!" Frankie looked up to see Sans frown, but he replied.
"I've missed you too." It was another long moment before Papyrus, as Sans had called him, let Sans go.
"COME INSIDE. I'M JUST MAKING THE SPAGHETTI, TORIEL AND FRISK ARE IN- WHO'S THIS?" Papyrus had at last noticed Frankie, who was still cowering halfway behind Sans.
"Oh. Papyrus, this is Franklin. Frankie, this is… umm… my brother, Papyrus."
"IT'S CERTAINLY NICE TO MEET YOU, FRANKLIN! WHY DON'T YOU BOTH COME INSIDE?"
Papyrus led the way into his little house. It was very neat inside, and it was warmer than Sans' house.
"ER… I'M GOING BACK TO THE KITCHEN. PERHAPS YOU'D LIKE TO SIT IN THE LIVING ROOM WITH TORIEL AND FRISK?"
"Sure. Thanks, buddy." Sans said. Frankie nodded slowly, and then yawned. "Looks like you need some more rest before the spaghetti dinner, kiddo." Sans said. "Let's go meet Toriel and Frisk and then you should probably take a nap." Frankie wasn't going to argue. He had been on the streets for the past five months, and the whole time he'd been exhausted, always. The little sleep he'd gotten on Sans' couch the night before had helped, but Frankie felt like he could sleep for months.
Papyrus' living room was simple, with a soft brown sofa and an old gray recliner. The carpet was a terrible orange-ish color, but Papyrus had covered it with a light brown rug, patterned with vines and red flowers. By the opposite wall was a terrible wooden entertainment center that was likely picked up at some sort of human thrift store. It was covered in half-torn-off children's stickers. The TV that sat on it was nothing like the TVs that Frankie sometimes saw in store windows. It was a box, really- very old, but Frankie had a feeling that Papyrus didn't really mind. On the walls were two pictures. One was a large one above the couch of Sans and Papyrus, arm-in-arm. The other was above the entertainment set. It was a fairly larger image of a plate of spaghetti.
Sitting in the living room, on the large brown couch, were two people. One was a monster, a woman who resembled a goat. But she was the most beautiful person Frankie had ever encountered. Her smile and her amber eyes exuded absolute kindness, and just being in her presence made Frankie feel safe. The second person was a human, which almost startled Frankie, but this human was the most quiet human Frankie had ever met. When this human looked at him, their eyes weren't full of hate or arrogance. There was something else there, something that Frankie hadn't seen in human eyes in a long time. Happiness. This strange little human was genuinely happy to see him, and it really frightened him.
"Toriel, Frisk." Sans said. "Err… It's... umm… nice to see you both."
"Sans! It's wonderful to see you! We've all been so worried." Sans laughed nervously and looked down at the human who was frantically moving their hands and fingers into odd shapes. Frankie didn't understand what they were trying to say.
"Nice to see you too, Frisk." Sans grinned, but Frankie saw worry on the older skeleton's face. Frisk seemed to see it too, but they didn't say anything about it. They signed something again. Sans nearly jumped, "Oh right! Toriel, Frisk, this is Franklin. Frankie, this is Frisk," he gestured towards the human, "And Toriel."
"It's wonderful to meet you, Franklin." Toriel said calmly. Frisk nodded in agreement. It seemed they had realized Frankie couldn't understand sign language.
"It's nice to meet you too."
"SANS! SANS!" Papyrus came rushing back into the room. "SANS! I ALMOST FORGOT! LOOK WHAT UNDYNE GOT ME FOR CHRISTMAS!" Papyrus held out a large fleece blanket. The design on it was spaghetti and meatballs. Frankie was beginning to detect a theme.
"That's great, Paps." Sans said. He looked almost guilty, though Frankie couldn't guess why.
"Why don't you sit down in here for a bit, Frankie, I'll just be in the kitchen with Papyrus." Sans said. Frankie wanted to protest, he was still scared about these new surroundings and all these new people. But, by the same token, he didn't want Sans to feel burdened by him, or frustrated with him. So he kept his mouth shut and nodded his head, and sat down in the recliner.
"So, Franklin," Toriel said in her soft voice, "Where did you and Sans meet?" Frankie looked up and shook his head slowly, tightening his red scarf nervously.
"I… umm… I fell asleep on his couch." He murmured. Toriel frowned, a little confused by his statement, but Frankie was too tired to explain. Frisk looked up at Toriel and signed something. Toriel nodded,
"Dear one, you look very tired." Toriel smiled. "You don't have to be afraid. Why don't you just rest for a while?" Frankie, once again, wanted to argue. He wanted to say 'I'm not that tired.' But he was. He was very tired. And he couldn't prevent himself from leaning back in the recliner and falling off into gentle sleep.
As Sans walked into the kitchen, every instinct he had told him to get out of there as fast as he could. But, there he stood. Facing his brother once more.
"SANS…" Papyrus began, noticing Sans' reluctant behavior. Sans flashed Papyrus the biggest smile he could stretch on his face, trying to make it seem like he was happy. Papyrus obviously didn't take the bait. "SANS. IF THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG, I DEMAND THAT YOU TELL ME." Papyrus announces boldly, placing a gloved hand on Sans' shoulder. Sans flinched back, avoiding Papyrus's touch.
"There's nothin' wrong, Paps. I'm fine." Sans says with a fake chuckle. Papyrus sighs and turns back to the large pot on the stove, stirring it rapidly.
"SANS. I REALLY WISH YOU WOULD SPEAK YOUR FEELINGS. IT MIGHT HELP YOU." Sans wanted nothing more than to do that. He wanted nothing more than to tell Papyrus everything. The resets. The reason why he never spoke to him. But Sans just shrugged,
"There's nothing to be said, Paps. But I uh… Need your help…" As soon as Sans said this, Papyrus's eyes lit up and he spun around to face the shorter skeleton.
"I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WILL HELP YOU IN ANY WAY I CAN!" Papyrus embraced Sans in another hug, squeezing him tightly.
"It's uh… Frankie. I kinda… Made a promise… A promise that I'm gonna regret. And… " Sans trailed off. What ever happened to 'don't get attached'? Sans let out a deep sigh. Papyrus released Sans from his grasp, looking into his eyes. Sans looks away.
"BROTHER. IT IS OF UTMOST IMPORTANCE THAT YOU TELL ME WHAT IS WRONG." Papyrus's voice was quiet. Well. As quiet as Sans had ever heard it.
"I… I told the kid I'd take care of him…" Sans laughed in disbelief at the sentence he just said, then he sighs, putting a hand on his face.
"Papyrus… I don't know what I'm doing… It was a mistake. But I can't take it back." Sans' smile drops off of his face to be replaced with a frown. Maybe if I wasn't such an idiot, this wouldn't have happened. I'm such a goddamn idiot.
"BROTHER… ", Papyrus begins, but he finds it difficult to find the words for once. If I wasn't such an idiot, I wouldn't be HERE. Growing attached… Sans' expression dropped again, but this time it was blank. He stared ahead, past Papyrus, at the wall.
It's all gonna be reset. They won't remember anything. Just give up. Don't get attached. Tomorrow could be the day, and then everyone will be underground again. And then i'll be in Snowdin forest, waiting for Frisk… Repeating the same lines just like I always do.
The thoughts surge through Sans' head like fire. And, like fire, they burned. I shouldn't be here.
"SANS…" Papyrus reaches out to put his hand on Sans' shoulder once more, as soon as his hand makes contact with Sans, the shorter skeleton snaps out of his funk, the blank look being replaced by… Anger?
"SANS. I KNOW IT IS TOUGH. BUT I BELIEVE IN YOU! YOU CAN DO ANYTHING YOU SET YOUR MIND TO!" The shorter skeleton doesn't reply, his fists are clenched at his sides. Papyrus lets out a long sigh,
"I TRULY WISH THAT YOU WOULD VISIT MORE OFTEN, ME AND FRISK ARE GOING TO BUILD A SNOW PAPYRUS LATER! WOULD YOU LIKE TO JOIN? IT MIGHT MAKE YOU HAPPY!" Papyrus says with a broad smile.
"I DON'T WANT TO BE HAPPY!" Sans raised his voice, clearly not meaning to. The taller skeleton retracted his hand, he'd never heard Sans yell before…
"Sans… W-what do you mean? Why don't you want to be happy?" Now this was as quiet as Sans had ever heard Papyrus talk, it came out in a soft whisper.
"You'll never understand. None of you will ever understand." Sans' voice was angry, but laced with a tinge of sadness. Sans stormed out of the kitchen, now unable to even look at his brother. On the recliner, Frankie had fallen asleep. Toriel sat on the couch, clearly having heard the argument in the kitchen.
"Sans dear, I do not know why you don't want to be happy…" Toriel said, her voice was sweet and calming. Sans noticed the distinct lack of Frisk in the room, in an effort to change the subject, Sans put on a fake smile again.
"Where's Frisk?" Sans said, fully knowing that Toriel could see through his grin. Toriel sighs,
"I sent them outside so they could play in the snow." Toriel had a look of concern on her face, but if Sans wasn't going to tell her what was wrong, she wasn't going to continue asking. Suddenly, the doorbell rings. Sans rushes to the door, escaping Toriel's concern. As soon as he opens it, he's greeted with Undyne and Alphys.
"HEY! Punk! It's been a while!" Undyne laughs loudly, clearly surprised with Sans' presence.
"G-great to see you're alright, Sans!" Alphys adds, stammering a little. Sans just nods and steps to the side to allow them in. Undyne smiles, exposing her sharp, yellow teeth. She grabs Alphys' hand and runs inside,
"FUHUHUH! Is dinner almost ready? I am SO HUNGRY!" Undyne nearly shouts with her usual intensity. Frankie stirs a bit on the recliner.
"Undyne, could ya… uh… tone it down a bit?" Sans gestures to Frankie, immediately, Undyne's eyes go wide. She doesn't exactly whisper, but she makes a commendable effort,
"WOAH. There's a kid… oh my god. Sans. Are you the father?!" Undyne's eyes flash yellow, a glint of excitement in them. She looks down at Alphys, who shares the same expression.
"N-no. He's just some kid, he was asleep on my couch this morning. Thought I'd…" Sans hesitates, "Take care of him…" Although Undyne and Alphys seem disappointed, they both let out a loud 'awwwww'. Sans shakes his head, chuckling.
"Where's Papyrus?! I-" Undyne cuts herself off, realizing she was being loud.
Sans cringes. Papyrus… he hadn't apologized for yelling. Sans looks guiltily towards the kitchen, a tinge of sadness in his expression. Sans had to apologize.
"I uh… actually need to talk to him…" Sans looks down at his feet, "I'll be right back…"
Undyne doesn't say anything, picking up on the fact that something's wrong. She just nods and leads Alphys over to the couch, sitting next to Toriel. They begin to drum up a friendly conversation as Sans carefully makes his way back to the kitchen.
Once inside, Sans flinches. Papyrus stood at the stove, mindlessly stirring the pasta. The tall skeleton didn't even glance at Sans. Sans could tell he'd been crying.
"Papyrus… I'm… I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you…" the short skeleton said genuinely. At this, Papyrus glanced over at Sans, but stayed silent.
"Can you forgive me?" Sans dared not meet his brother's gaze, he kept his eyes firmly glued to his faded slippers. The next moment, Sans is wrapped in his brother's arms.
"OF COURSE I FORGIVE YOU, SANS! I AM, OF COURSE, THE GREATEST BROTHER EVER!" Papyrus seems to have completely forgotten Sans' yelling from earlier, a wide smile spread across his face. Sans tried to return the smile as best as he could. Papyrus released Sans, turning back to the spaghetti on the stove.
Sans sighed a silent breath of relief. The taller skeleton was humming happily,aggressively stirring the pasta. Sans still felt bad, of course, but he was glad that Papyrus was okay.
"HEY PUNK!" Undyne burst into the kitchen, making Sans jump a little.
"PAPYRUS! You're doing it wrong!" Undyne rushes over to the stove where Papyrus was, Sans could hear Toriel and Alphys collectively gasp in fear. A glowing blue spear has materialized over the boiling pot of spaghetti,
"UNDYNE! DO YOU REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED LAST TIME?!" Papyrus said, fear in his eyes. Sans looks over to Undyne, she seems to be thinking about something. Her yellow eyes trail up to the ceiling, Sans follows them, now noticing the distinct burn marks. The spear disappears.
"Fuhuhuh! I forgot!" Undyne laughs, wrapping Papyrus in a headlock. Papyrus struggles to escape her grasp,
"DON'T NOOGIE THE SKELETON OR…" Papyrus pleads, Undynes smile stretched wider.
"Or what?" Undyne's eyes lit up.
"OR I WILL BE FORCED TO STOP YOU! NYEH HEH HEH!" Papyrus announces proudly, suddenly pulling out of the headlock. As the two wrestle, Sans walks out of the kitchen. Frankie was just waking up, rubbing his eyes with his small hands. For a second, he looked around in fear, but he seemed to remember where he was and relaxed.
"Mornin' kiddo." Sans says, his eyes fixed on the small skeleton. Frisk had just gotten back inside, shaking the snow off their boots. They eagerly waved at Frankie, a sweet smile across their face. Frankie seemed wary of the human, but smiled back.
"Franklin, why don't you go play with Frisk? I'd like to have a word with Sans." Toriel said, as sweetly as ever. Frankie looked at Sans, as if to ask permission. Sans gives him a nod,
"Go ahead, kid. I'll be out here with Tori if you need me." Franklin nodded, and looked over to where Frisk was standing, still brushing snow off of them. He cautiously got out of the recliner and made his way over to them. Once he was within a foot of them, he was suddenly wrapped in a warm hug. Franklin let out a little squeak of surprise, but gingerly returned the hug. Frisk led Frankie into the next room, a huge smile on their face.
"Sans." Sans' attention was snapped back to Toriel, who still sat patiently on the couch.
"Raising children is not an easy task. If you wish, you can leave him here. With us, if you want." Sans was taken aback,
"I never-" he stopped himself. Maybe he had thought about that. Why do I feel like… I owe the kid something?
"That won't be necessary, Tori. When I make promises, I keep 'em. You of all people should know that." Sans' voice was calm and didn't waver at all, why am I so sure suddenly? Toriel nodded, smiling,
"Yes. I do know that. And I still cannot thank you eno-" the doorbell rings. With a shout from Papyrus, the taller skeleton sprints to the door. Toriel narrows her eyes,
"Papyrus, you did not say that anyone else was coming…" Papyrus looked over at Toriel with a proud smile,
"IT WOULD BE RUDE TO NOT INVITE ALL OF MY FRIENDS!" And with that, Papyrus opened the door to reveal Asgore. In his hands, he held a bouquet of golden flowers. As soon as Asgore and Toriel made eye contact, the tension in the air was so thick, you could cut it with a knife.
"Tori…" Asgore began, but Toriel cut him off.
"Asgore."
Sans contemplated slowly backing out of the room. Asgore stepped inside, his horns scraping the top of the doorway. It's silent. Suddenly Asgore holds out the flowers he was clutching and offers them to Toriel. Sans could hear Alphys and Undyne aggressively whispering to one another,
"I ship it so hard!"
"Yesssss"
Toriel blushes, and accepts the flowers, earning a loud cheer from Undyne. Papyrus seems to remember something as he pushes his way into the kitchen. Asgore clears his throat, looking at Sans,
"It has been awhile, Sans. Nice to see you."
Sans nods, just as Papyrus bursts in,
"DINNER IS READY!"
The smell of burnt pasta hangs in the air. Everyone seems in a hurry to exit the room, as they move into the dining room. Frisk and Frankie burst in the room as well, Sans hadn't really seen Frankie smile before, but the kid had a wide grin plastered on his face. At least someone's having a good time… Sans was the last in the room, everyone else had selected a seat at the long table. Sans was surprised to find a plate already made for him, Toriel clarifies,
"We always have a plate set out for you, in case you decide to come…" Toriel offers him a smile. Sans does his best to return the smile, but it looks forced. The spaghetti is a bit overcooked, but not too bad. Sans takes a bite and glances over at Frankie, who is almost done with his plate already. Papyrus's eyes are gleaming,
"WOWIE! YOU SURE SEEM TO ENJOY MY COOKING, FRANKLIN!" Papyrus says to the smaller skeleton, who was sitting directly across the table from him. Frankie doesn't reply, due to the fact that his mouth is full of pasta, he simply nods enthusiastically. The little skeleton is obviously in a hurry for seconds. Sans hadn't realized he was staring at the kid until Frankie met his gaze. Sans looked away, resuming the eating of his spaghetti.
The dinner table was quiet, the only sound being the occasional scrape of forks on the plates. Finally, Asgore broke the silence as he cleared his throat,
"It has been lovely weather. Has it not? I think the snow is quite beautiful. It reminds me of Snowdin!"
Sans visibly cringed at the mention of his old home. I'll be back there soon enough anyways… The rest of the table murmured in agreement with the king, clearly not noticing Sans' wincing. At least more conversation was happening now, Papyrus spoke next,
"OH YES! I LOVE THE SNOW! NYEH HEH HEH!" Papyrus looks at Sans with a wide grin on his face, "REMEMBER WHEN WE USED TO MAKE SNOW PAPYRUSES?"
Something twisted in Sans' non-existent stomach. Used to… If only that were true… Sans puts on a smile, the facade clearly fooling Papyrus,
"Yeah. Maybe next time uh- i mean… some time… we could build a snowsans." Sans chuckled weakly at his pun, across the table, Toriel howls with laughter. It had been quite some time since he'd heard her laugh, and Sans couldn't help laughing along. It felt… wrong… to genuinely laugh. Papyrus shoots Sans a glare, but he's smiling. and he hates it.
Frisk signed something to Frankie, their small hands moving quickly. Sans follows along, stifling a chuckle before translating,
"They said: 'Why couldn't the skeleton cross the road?'" Sans briefly pauses, like he does before all good jokes, allowing Franklin some time to think about it, before continuing.
"'Cause he didn't have the guts'" Sans chuckles, giving Frisk a high-five. Frankie processes this for a second before laughing, and soon, the entire table joined in. Well, besides Papyrus, who is doing his best not to.
Wow, Sans. Look at all this happiness that's gonna be torn away from everyone. Look at all this happiness that can never be remembered. Sans tries to shake away the thoughts, but can't. Sans looks down at his, now empty, plate. With a shove, Sans pushes himself out of his chair,
"I uh… need some fresh air…" Sans lies, his head still spinning with the jeering thoughts. All eyes are on him as he shuffles out of the dining room. With a shaky hand, he pulls open the door, stepping outside into the crisp air. He sighs. What am I even doing here? I shouldn't be here… Sans takes a seat on the edge of the porch, burying his face in his skeletal hands.
Not a second later, Sans hears the door opening behind him. He stiffens, Great. it's probably Toriel… Now I'm gonna get lectured again… Sans looks up from his hands, but to his surprise, Frankie is standing there, closing the door behind him. Sans looks back down. The small skeleton makes his way over to Sans, taking a seat next to him on the porch.
"Heya, kiddo…",Sans says, still not meeting the smaller skeleton's gaze. Sans couldn't see the kid's face, but he knew that Frankie's eyes were transfixed on him. Frankie doesn't say anything for awhile, the silence is almost painful. Finally, he speaks up,
"Heya… Sans…" The skeletal child's voice was quiet, like a whisper. Sans finally brings himself to look at him, there were tears in the kid's eye sockets. Sans puts a hand on Frankie's shoulder,
"It's gonna be okay, kiddo… Everything's gonna be okay…" Sans tries to reassure him, but his own thoughts are eating away in his mind. Okay? When has anything EVER been okay? Everyone's gonna forget this. All the good you do in the world… on the surface. It's all pointless. Stop trying. Just give up.
"You don't seem 'okay'... did I do something wrong?" A few tears fall from Frankie's eye sockets and onto his cheekbones. Sans shakes his head,
"No way, kid. This has nothin' to do with you… heh…" Sans' mind is screaming at this point, he was going against everything he had tried to avoid. Why are you even HERE? You should've stayed in the Underground. You could've avoided all of this altogether and waited for the reset back at home. The kid didn't look too sure, but he gave Sans a small smile,
"So you're not going to leave me? So I can still stay with you?" Frankie looked at Sans with hopeful eyes. You could ditch him, y'know? So what if it breaks his heart, he won't remember. So what if yo-
"I'm not gonna leave you, kid. Never even thought about it. Not for one second." Sans was surprised at the courage in his voice, he held out a hand towards Frankie,
"Deal?" A second later, Sans was wrapped in an embrace. Frankie's head resting on the larger skeleton's shoulder, Sans smiled a little. Not a fake smile this time. Sans was taken aback and then shrugged, embracing the child back.
"Deal."
REVIEWS FOR CHAPTER ONE AND TWO:
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I hate to say this, but it's only going to get worse... :(
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