Disclaimer: I don't own Undertale.

Frisk came to the end of the cliff and looked at the elevator, she was exhausted after a run in with a monster called Pyrope. That fire elemental loved the heat way more than she ever could. Frisk welcomed the cold air inside the elevator once she was inside, trying to soak it in. Too soon after she pressed the button to go up, she was already there and needed to go on her way.

In one corner of her eye, she saw a small fire elemental and felt hotter just looking at it as she continued walking. Brushing back her wet bangs, she stared in wonder at the sight of San and his sentry station. Is that Snow? Snow was covering the roof, and she didn't care how it was surviving. Moving quickly, she made her way over, feeling the coldness of it against her skin as she leaned against it.

"hey, buddy." Sans chuckled, and Frisk just looked at him. There was nothing he could do to ruin this moment for her as she cooled down. "what's up?"

She finally actually looked at him and blushed to see the way he was searching over her with those penlights eyes. She wondered how bad she looked after her monster run-ins, dealing with the heat, and now she was in front of Sans looking worse for wear. She couldn't help but blush.

I don't think he cares how you look right now, and only wants you alive…

She jumped, the voice startled her after so much time of silence. She looked over to see Sans looking over, that question was loaded, and she quickly smiled.

"I'm okay. Nothing much going on." She said quickly. Telling Sans that she had moments where her mind talked her then went silent and was talking to her again, didn't seem the smartest thing to do. And the voice though sarcastic and jaded had been helpful several times. She smiled more at him through the silence, though he didn't look convinced.

He looked thoughtful, letting his usual natural grin show that never left his face. "as 'cool' as you look standing there. wanna buy a hot dog? it's only 30 gold."

She knew he was wondering what was really going on, but wasn't going to push. She kept her smile up, nodding to him as she searched for her gold. She chewed her lip, she noticed she barely had room in her bag. "Yeah, I'll take one."

She handed over the gold and watched him rummage slowly until handing her hotdog over to her. It gave her more time out the direct heat, so she wasn't complaining. "thanks, kid" She gave a look at being called kid, and he only smirked. "here's ya 'dog."

"'dog?" Frisk looked confused a moment, and at the widening grin on Sans face, she was starting to feel like she just took the bait of something.

"yeah, 'dog. apostrophe-dog. it's short for hot-dog." Sans smiled more, and Frisk gave Sans a long look.

"Why do I feel you're up to something?"

"me? so wanna buy another 'dog?"

"Sure."

"well, here you go...whoops." He scratched his skull a moment and laughed.

"What do you mean whoops?"

"i'm actually out of hot dogs." He shrugged, and Frisk folded her arms.

"How can you be out of hot dogs? It's a hotdog stand."

He shrugged again, having the biggest grin. "here. how about a hot cat instead?" He handed it over, and Frisk looked down at the cat face on the end.

"Aww! It's so cute!" She melted at the sight of it and touched the tiny little ears as she heard San's chuckle. She glanced over, seeing his eyes on her as she started to blush.

Are you two flirting now?

She blushed thinking of the dance she did and wondered how did he even know she liked cats. Though she could also tell it was a joke, it was a sweet one.

No... She mumbled in her head. She really didn't want to eat this one.

"Can I get another?"

"ya want another?"

Frisk nodded, not wanting to give her reasons to why she refused to eat something this cute. He gave a knowing smile, and Frisk tried not to melt, as she rolled her eyes at him. "Can I have my hotdog now please?" She held out the 30 gold, hearing him chuckle.

"alright, another dog. coming right up." He laughed. "so, you really like hot animals, don't you?" He grinned. Frisk's cheeks heated up as she thought of the warm fur of a cute kitten and those cat-like Temmie creatures.

"Maybe…"

"hey, i'm not judging." He smiled at her, and it was hard not to smile back as she saw the rare smile that wasn't his natural grin. "besides …" he shrugged. "i'd be out of the job without folks like you."

"And here I thought we were having a moment." She rolled her eyes, and then caught a strange look come over him as though he remembered some far off memory. He quickly shook it off, and he merely gave another look that seemed to ask, "Did you want to have one?". Frisk quickly looked away.

"I wouldn't mind having one…" Frisk kept looking away, putting her hotdogs away and held her hot cat.

"cool." Frisk blinked hearing him and looked over at Sans. "here's that ''dog." He held out his hand, keeping it there as he held it.

"Huh?"

"apostrophe-apostrophe dog. it's short for apostrophe-dog. which is in turn short for..."

"Sans! I was serious!" Frisk blushed, looking flustered as Sans let out a chuckle.

Oh, he's getting you back for turning him into a blueberry.

I noticed...Frisk hissed inside her head, hearing the voice snicker. "Just give me my hot dog." She eyed him, trying to keep calm.

"another one? okay." He chuckled, moving to get it. "careful, if you eat too many hotdogs... you'll probably get huge like me." He smirked.

"Sans, you're a skeleton. How can you be hu-" She immediately stopped talking as she saw that grin widened and there was no way she was going to let her mind go into that.

How would that even work...I mean he's all bone, right?

Shush! She screamed in her head, her face felt on fire. She really wasn't understanding how skeletons worked.

"Why would you even say that!" She glared at him, unable to get her mind under control.

"only mean huge, like super popular. i'm practically a hotdog tycoon now." He laughed, and she only glared at him. He only gave a look back at her, as though he was innocent.

"Maybe I should get another hot dog then…" She smiled at him, putting a tone to it so he'd understood the line between it. Frisk smiled more as she watched that natural grin come back, and she could see a look in his penlight eyes. If she didn't know any better, she would think he was jealous.

"welp...looks like you're holding too much." He grinned. "guess i'll just put it on your head.." He smirked

"My head? Really? No, I want another, and I want it in my bag.

"another? okay. it's on the house." Sans had his grin as Frisk reached forward and then Sans moved to put it on her head. "well no. it's on you." He smirked.

Frisk's eyes squinted, and Sans looks back at her with his eye sockets narrowed.

"Another..." She looked at him, and another was put on her head. You two are weird… Frisk ignored the voice, determination was in her as she asked for another after another. She kept asking, watching his left eye flash blue and yellow as the other went pitch dark. Blue illuminated over each hot dog by a certain point as they were stacked high on her head.

"uuuh…" Sans laughed as he looked up, Frisk wasn't even sure what number they were on as she asked for another one. "kid, i'll be 'frank' with you." He grinned. "as much as i like putting hotdogs on your head…" Frisk could already feel another blush coming. "thirty is just an excessive number. twenty-nine, that's fine but thirty...does it look like my arms can reach that high?" He smirked, and Frisk rolled her eyes.

"Really Sans?"

"yep. sorry. the limit on head-dogs is thirty." He snickered, and Frisk moved away from the stand trying not to smile.

"Whatever." She moved, and her eyes widened as all her hot dogs fell to the ground. She heard a loud laugh and looked back, eyeing the skeleton who looked away whistling.

Not keeping track or anything, but I think the skeleton won this one…

No one asked you...Frisk stomped forward, then paused as she looked back at Sans. How does he even whistle?

You wonder that but not about…

NO! Frisk put her hands on her ears, as though that would stop her own mind as she kept walking. She felt more refreshed now, as she walked. She glanced down one corridor and stared at what lay there.

Frisk, you don't have to go that way…

She didn't listen as she went over, picking up an apron and seeing the stains all over it. Her fingers touched over the durable thread, and she could just imagine the mage this belonged to. Was the child thrown down here? Placed like a ritual? Or just felt the barrier's pull not knowing what it was and ended down here?

Stop thinking about it, it doesn't change anything.

I just... they were being sent to die…She always knew it, but now with the confirmation with each item found. It was a harder pill to swallow.

Humans are cruel...The voice spoke, and Frisk could feel an unnatural hatred run through her. The feeling pulsed through her, threatening as though it would control her any moment. She breathed, her hands clenching as waves of her own magic crackled over her until dissipating.

Taking a deep breath, Frisk stood to turn away and tried to find out where next to go. It hung over her, even with Alphys's call for going through a puzzle along the conveyor belts. Her mind was elsewhere as she went through the next puzzles, and that voice was oddly silent again. She was sure it was still there.

Her phone dinged, and Frisk just stared at it, watching the beginning of Alphys's written rant at how Mew Mew 1 was better than Mew Mew 2.

She called earlier before that last puzzle to tell you to handle it. I think she might have been embarrassed how she wasn't much help with the last one…

Frisk barely nodded, hearing the voice along with the deep sigh it did. Yet her mind just went back to those items, just how much more would be on this adventure. She could hear the voice calling her name again, yet Frisk just continued moving.

Another star was soon in her reach, yet what caught her attention was a safe. There was a small mouse nearby. She thought of the little thing trying its best and getting to some cheese inside. It was a bit random and made her feel lighter and determined to end this. Regardless of anything, it all ended with her anyway.

Feeling better now?

Yeah. Frisk smiled, moving to go past the golden star.

Wait...can you get that?

The save? Frisk looked back at it. I don't need to save every time, as long as I reach the goal.

True, but if something happens. At least the goal is closer.

Frisk couldn't help but agree with that. Yet as she moved closer, and let her magic intertwined with the save, she couldn't help but wonder if there was more to it.