Author's Note: Sorry for the delay, I ended up having more homework than I anticipated yesterday. But I got cranking on this chapter as soon as I could!

Chapter 6: Over and Over

Sans felt his body snap back onto what appeared to be a blanket. It felt like he had awoken after dreaming about falling. He turned his head to the side saw the blanket was in a grassy field, we outstretched his hand to touch the blades of grass surrounding him.

Sans squinted towards the distance, seeing the sun beginning to set in the sky. The sky… Sans' eyes widened. Holy shit, this is the surface. He didn't know why he didn't realize it sooner, the light in Frisk's room, those pictures of his friends. The Underground was big, and there were areas which he hadn't explored yet even, but this… This had to be the surface. "am I dreaming?"

Sans sat up and quickly looked around, remembering what he was there for. This was Frisk's dream, not his. Of course Frisk was from the surface, no wonder she wanted to leave the Undergound so much.

"Hey you're awake!"

Sans' head spun around to see the source of the voice. His eyebrows raised, there she was. Frisk, again, but older like in her past dream. He watched as she walked towards him barefoot, grinning ear to ear, and carried a hotdog in each hand. Was she always this happy to see him?

"whatsup?" Sans asked as the girl sat down on the blanket beside him.

"Got us your favorite while we wait of course." Frisk handed him one of the hotdogs which he happily accepted.

"wait for what again?" Sans asked hesitantly. He wasn't sure how much he should stay in 'character' for Frisk's dreams. Was she aware she was dreaming?

This Frisk held up a finger while she finished chewing. "Really? The fireworks of course. They were your idea bonehead."

"o-oh right, sorry. still dazed from my nap." Sans took another bite of the hotdog. He looked around, there were others beginning to gather in lawn chairs and blankets.

"where's everyone else?" Sans asked.

"What do you mean?" Frisk cocked her head at him, making the sunlight reflecting in her pupils.

"you know, papyrus and everyone else?" He couldn't help but stare deeply into those eyes, he never looked at them this closely before.

"That's funny. How knocked out were you?" Frisk snorted and shook her head at the skeleton. Sans decided to bite his tongue, he didn't want to seem stupid to her.

Sans looked around at the other attendees. He struggled focusing his vision though, their faces seemed clouded and their movements were jerky. Every time Sans began to settle into the dream, he would be reminded that it was indeed, just a dream.

"hey kid?"

Frisk finished the last bite of her hotdog and grunted "mm?"

Sans paused, unsure what would happen if he broke character. These dreams seemed to be pretty much scripted for Frisk, as if they were memories more than dreams.

"do you know what's going on?" Sans tried to be as vague as possible.

"What do you mean hun?"

h-hun? That caught Sans off-guard. The skeleton felt a blush creep up his cheeks. "she probably calls everyone that stupid."

"does… does anything feel 'off' to you?" Sans swallowed.

Frisk's face fell and for a moment, like a light dimmer, she faded out and then back in.

"I'm not sure what you mean… But now that you mention it…" Frisk looked around, each time she turned her face in a new direction, her head seemed to glitch and reset itself in a new position.

"frisk..?" Sans reached out to touch her shoulder but when he did, his entire body fell through the blanket, sinking further and further away from Frisk. He continued to fall into a vast darkness, Sans tried to use his magic to catch himself but forgot he couldn't use magic in Frisk's dreams.

"You shouldn't be here"

Sans frantically looked around. "who was that?" He felt his body begin to meet the earth once more, wincing as he prepared for impact. But it never came. He opened his eyes to see he was back in the same house from the first dream. This time he was sitting on the couch in the living room.

"Saaaans"

Sans looked over to see a younger Frisk bounding towards him. She looked to be only a year older than the Frisk he currently knew.

"whatsup pal?" Concern in his voice as Frisk gripped her own wrist, showing off a long cut on her palm.

"I cut myself while cutting a bagel." She frowned, stretching her hand out for a moment before wincing at the pain more.

"why'd you do that?" Sans chuckled, grabbing her wrist, leading her to the kitchen sink to rinse off.

"I didn't do it on purpose, I just wasn't paying attention. I've got a lot on my mind…"

Sans turned the faucet and helped Frisk splash water over the cut.

"what's on your mind bucko?"

She winced as he squirted anti-bacterial soap on her palm and gingerly rubbed it around. He looked at the blood on his boney fingers, his stomach flipped briefly.

"I guess… I'm just scared." Sans ripped a couple paper towels to pat dry the wound. Scared? Was she aware?

"of what exactly?" Sans watched as Frisk opened and closed her hand cautiously. She looked up at him though, she seemed disappointed.

"…You know what." She bit her lip and looked away.

Sans locked his jaw. He had to be careful. Whatever dream-Frisk was talking about, it was very much real to her. Well, if she's going to be vague, he decided he would too.

"it's going to be fine frisk, i promise." He touched her shoulder, a little worried that would trigger him to fall into a new dream again and was relieved when it didn't.

Frisk furrowed her eyebrows. "It's getting worse though. Each time it's a little more 'off.'"

Sans inhaled when he heard her say "off." Was this code? Was she beginning to become aware? Or was this all just part of her script?

"what exactly makes it 'off'?" Sans questioned. Frisk stepped back away from him.

"I feel weird…" She hugged herself. Sans mentally slapped himself, asking these sort of questions were going to wake her up. But Frisk shook her head, "it's been a year Sans, what if they never end? What if we never figure out what is going on?"

Sans reached out and Frisk accepted the offer immediately and pulled herself into a tight hug. "i dunno kid. i'm actually working on it right now."

He patted her hair gently as she continued to nuzzle into his chest. He smiled, all of Frisk's dreams seemed so pleasant, regardless of any setbacks he experienced so far. He blamed himself though for asking too many questions. Was this the future? Did they all actually make it to the surface somehow after all? Sans began to worry that if somehow this was a projection of the future, would what he say alter the future as well? Would future Frisk remember these moments when he wasn't future Sans?

Shit, this just got more complicated than expected.

Sans looked around the kitchen, admiring all the details. Frisk obviously spent most of her dreams (future?) here causing the house to feel much more life-like than the last dream in the park. He smiled and looked past the kitchen back to the living room. When he did, he saw an incredibly fast movement near a tall house plant in the corner.

What was that?

As the thought crossed his mind, there was another swift movement near the couch. He eyed the area carefully, desperately wishing he had his magic to assist his vision. Sans tried to move towards the living room, forgetting the young Frisk still attached to his torso. He reached down to remove the girl, but struggled.

"hey frisky, i gotta go check something out." Panic slowly raising in his voice.

But still, the girl would not budge. "c'mon kid, it'll just take a sec."

When she still wouldn't let go, Sans tried to wedge his fingers between her arms and his waist. He continued to look at the living room, seeing another movement. This time he managed to catch what looked to be a shadow, it was coming closer as it had now reached to the wall separating the dining area and living room.

At this point, Sans put his focus on Frisk. He realized her head was still buried in his chest. He attempted to life her head off, but each time the girl's mop top simply rolled over and over again like a ball.

What the fuck was going on?

He looked up again, seeing now that the living room was gone and replaced with a vast darkness. The kitchen began to fade in and out. Sans tried to move his legs and then even tried to lift Frisk off the floor but even she seemed to have her own gravitational force.

"Get out of my head."

The voice rang clearly in Sans' ears. He kept spinning his head around madly looking for the source of the voice. Was that Frisk?

He felt the deathgrip around his torso loosen, he looked down at his captor. Frisk slowly released the skeleton, his eyes widened and he reached out to her. When she let go of him, he began to fall again into the void.

Sans opened his eyes. He was awake again. Frisk still had her head on his lap, sound asleep.

Sans felt shaken after that experience. He couldn't wrap his mind around what just happened to him. Would that be considered a dream within a dream? Even then…

Sans touched his face, noticing he was sweating, a rarity for him. He took a deep breath and carefully slid enough out from under Frisk for him to teleport to the kitchen without waking her.

He reached into the fridge and pulled out a frosted bottle of ketchup. As he pop opened the lid, he saw out of the corner of his eye Frisk move. He took two steps out of the kitchen before he realized he couldn't see Frisk's face. Panic washed over him as he shuffled over to the girl, but realized she has just flipped over onto her other side.

Sans smiled and gently place his hand on her arm. She looked like an angel. He hoped she wasn't still dreaming about whatever he witnessed. When he began to lift his hand off of her, it went back. He tried again but it went back again. And again. Again, again, again, and again.

"no, no, no."

"Yes"

Author's Note: Thank you everyone for all your support! Do ya'll think I should change the description to this story to fit the direction it's in? Or do you think it's fine the way it is? Please let me know :)