Frisk turned his attention to the smaller skeleton at the door, slightly dizzy.

"kid?"

"I'm somewhat okay Sans I'm guessing you were the one that saved me?"

"Yea do you want to talk about it?"

Frisk shook his head, knowing full well what had happened in the last couple of days.

The skeleton took a step in but no further than that not taking any chances of Frisk freaking out.

"Ah that's ok take your time pal do you need help getting up?"

Once more the boy shook his head and stood up ignoring the throbbing pain that had escalated throughout his body. He noticed he was still naked and slightly dripping between his thighs. He shivered.

"Sorry buddy I forgot to get you some clothes I'll be back."

Frisk still stood lost in thought and albeit still dazed. Why was he still alive? He couldn't ignore the dripping anymore and searched for a washcloth, he found one beneath the sink cabinet and unconsciously scrubbed hard. Hard enough to draw blood but he couldn't get the feeling of being dirty to go away.

"Pal I've found some-!"

Frisk didn't hear him and continued scrubbing, blocking everything out until a boney hand grabbed his wrist away did he get hysterical.

"Leave me alone! Don't touch me please I'll be good but please don't hurt me I'm sorry!"

As he was yelling, he scooted away to the farthest corner of the bathroom, protectively holding himself as if someone were about to hit him.

Sans didn't really know what to do, it was obviously visible that he couldn't physically touch the child so he resorted to verbally.

"Frisk I'm not the other kid okay he's gone now I won't hurt you so please take the clothes pal I'll be in the other room waiting." Softly muttered Sans

With that, Sans quietly left.

It took the boy twenty minutes to finally come out his closed off state and slowly reached for the clothes. It was a simple blue shirt with a pink heart at the center, black pants and black socks. He quickly put them over himself and left the bathroom. Sans wasn't in the other room, he looked around until he heard a high cry.

Frisk walked back up the stairs and opened Papyrus's room door, there in a small basket was a baby. He carefully went to the infant and kneeled before it, shaking hands coming to lift the baby up. The child immediately stopped crying and reached a tiny hand on Frisk.

"Hello I guess I'm your mommy right?"

The golden colored child clapped and giggled making Frisk smile a little, then burst out crying.

"I can't believe he actually did it, why? I can't be a mom what if I'm not good enough o-or what if the baby hates me? I-i-I don't know what to do someone please help me!"

Sans appeared across from them, no light in his sockets.

"I'm sorry kid that this was done to you." And he meant it to he truly didn't even think that this was even possible but Sans had seen many things and was not entirely that much surprised.

Frisk looked up at the owner of the voice and smiled wistfully. He too didn't want this to happen but it was too late, he had to face the consequencea of Charas mistakes. He looked back down at the closed eyed baby.

"I don't know if I can do this Sans I can't I can't accept that my own best friend raped me and somehow made me conceive a child in the process I'm so scared."

Sans approached the two small beings and embraced them, he was saddened tat the occurred but he could do nothing about it but comfort and help the child.

"You can do this you'd make a great mom kid, you saved the Underground I know you can do anything so this is nothing if it helps at all I'll help you."

Frisk was still unmoving and used his free arm to hold back and cried helplessly. This is why he loved Sans, he was always here, always with him, knew him more than he knew himself. He wanted to be with Sans, not Chara. But Chara had to hurt him once more, hurt him more than he ever could in his whole existence.

But he still forgave Chara, he knew Chara didn't have a conscious nor did he have any control over his actions. He will always believe Chara can change, the love Chara has for him is unbearable that he could feel all too well. He felt guilty rejecting his love confession but he thought Chara hated him still for not going through with the Genocide route. Had Chara not been so intimidating and heartless, he would have accepted him with open arms. Chara is not stable nor will he ever be. But Frisk still had hope for him.

Chara is genuine when it comes to choices and emotions and thats what hurts Frisk to the core. Chara knew what he was doing to Frisk was beyond sickening and humiliating, he just didn't care. He took it too far, to go as far as this was horrifying. He chose to rape Frisk, he chose to impregnate him unwillingly. He wanted him to be in eternal pain and to live alongside with him even if time stops or if the world was annihilated, Chara would not die, nor would he, they were bound forever even if he were to die, Chara would follow and find a way to bring him back or go along with suicide again. He no longer had power of the RESETS, Chara outweighing him in DETERMINATION.

The sad part about all this is that Charas love for him is real and unceasing. He's permanently inside Charas heart, unforgettable and unbreakable. The way he spoke of the flowers, the way he talked to him, the way he held him and their child were all filled with twisted love and affection. They were considered a "family." What will he tell their child in the future?

That wasn't the worst part about all this, the bad part was that since the infant being born he had no choice but to love Chara, they have to raise the baby together since he had no right to deny the child of knowing his father. Chara had secretly placed a spell on Frisk, too strong to break by will, force or power. The long term effects were the growing feelings for Chara and wanting to be a wife to him and a mother to their child. He was so torn apart and so consumed by everything he was conflicted.

He knew Chara will come back, he always does.

"I'm sorry Sans I love you but I love him too." Heartbrokenly thought Frisk

Sans pulled away and went to find some sort of baby food for the baby. He promised to come right back and for him to stay there until he returned. He obeyed. He rocked the baby, cradling it with extreme care and then the baby opened his eyes.

Vermillion colored eyes.

A gasp.

A echoing scream.