Author's Note: Hey sorry for the delay, I've had a busy last few days.

Chapter 7: Overslept

"no, no, no!" Sans attempted over and over again to remove his hand from Frisk's shoulder. As he ears began ringing, he could hear a cackle of laughter behind him. Finally, his hand gave free and he fell to the floor.

Sans quickly turned his head around, not seeing who was emitting the laughter and the threats at him. He looked back to see the couch was now empty and the whole room began to expand away from him. He felt his stomach flip. He was still in a dream after all…

"What do you think you're doing here?" The voice echoed in the now cavernous living room.

Sans bit his tongue. Should he indulge this tormentor? Sans attempted summon his gaster blasters, but to no avail.

"why doesn't my magic work when i actually need it in these dreams?"

The walls of the living room began to fade into shadows, yet the furniture still remained. Sans flinched and dodged an incoming knife that hurled towards him from out the darkness. Soon more than a dozen knives flung toward him at bullet like speed, Sans jumped, skidded, ducked, and slipped out of the beeline from each knife with a clumsy sort of grace. He wasn't used to fighting without his magic.

"where is frisk!?" Sans yelled out, frustration in his voice.

"Aw, are you starting to miss your little girlfriend?"

Sans didn't even have time to question them, this time he had to deal with two knives jabbing at him over and over from different directions. The knives moved in a repetitive rocking motion, catching on Sans' jacket a little too often.

"enough!" Sans roared, feeling a familiar blue spark in his eye socket. He outstretched both of his arms away from his body and summoned his gaster blasters.

"You shouldn't be able to do that here." The knives faltered for a moment.

The gaster blasters began to shoot beams of magic at the walls, ripping a huge hole. Sans squinted and could see the hole lead to somewhere new. At this point, anywhere was better than here. Remembering he had his magic back, Sans's transported to the hole and jumped through.

Sans landed in what seemed to be a white bed. Each time Sans' blinked, a new element to the dream would appear. First the walls, then what seemed to be a heart monitor, a small table, a couple chairs, and then lastly—

"Sans?"

He blinked a few more times, making sure everything was in focus and realized he was in a hospital room. Frisk was sitting in a chair next to his bed. She looked to be the same age as when he last saw her in the fireworks dream.

"frisk…" he looked down to see her hand in his. He blushed, what was going on now?

Frisk had tears welling up in her eyes. "I was so worried Sans." Frisk threw her arms around his skeletal frame as best as she could with him sitting up in the bed.

"what happened kiddo?" Frisk sat back, still holding onto Sans' hand. a little odd, but i am in a hospital bed.

She let out a small laugh of relief. "You don't remember?" Sans slowly shook his head. Frisk wiped her face with her other hand and gave a bitter smile.

"You were in my dreams again for the first time in years since my nightmares started coming back again… But when I woke up, you didn't…"

Tears formed in her eyes again, making them look like surreal pools of water. "I'm sorry, I'm just so happy that you're okay. Don't worry, no one knows that you go in my dreams… I wouldn't want to make anyone else worry about me as much as you do."

This dream felt so different from the others. It felt the most realistic at least. Sans started to worry though, when are he and Frisk going to actually wake up? there's no way my magic is lasting this long…

Before he could contemplate any further, Sans watched as Frisk began to inch toward him.

"I missed you so much Sans, I thought I was going to lose you…" She whispered, her soft breath close enough for Sans to feel it on his mouth.

"kiddo…?" Sans eyes widened as he felt Frisk's lips press against his mouth.

Frisk tensed and leaned away. "You… You're not going to kiss back?"

Sans felt his face flush blue and he touched his skeletal mouth.

"kid, i dunno where this is coming from all of a sudden—"

"Stop calling me kid Sans." Frisk pouted. "What's wrong?"

Sans stared at her dumbfounded. In this dream… were, were we dating?

"frisk, i'm flattered but…" Sans realized he was breaking character… or was he? This Frisk didn't seem to react the way others had when he broke 'script.'

Frisk's face fell. "What… Do, do you not… remember us?" Her hand went limp in his.

Sans swallowed. Why did this feel so real to him? Was this a dream still?

"to be honest bud, i don't."

As the words left him, the hung in the air with dread. Frisk let go of Sans' hand. "Well… what do you remember then?"

Sans pondered. It felt like the past few weeks were a blur now after being in so many dreams. "i guess the last thing i remember is the second time i entered your dreams…"

Frisk stood up abruptly. "What!? Sans, that was, like, five years ago?"

Sans felt the bed beneath him roll away dramatically from the scene, entering the vast darkness again. His breath hitched as we felt the familiarity of that voice… who the fuck is doing this?

The bed stopped and bucked forward, throwing Sans off into the shadows. A low, throaty cackle sounded to his right. He looked over, his eye lit up, prepared to fight again. From out of the shadows he heard footsteps walking towards him. A figure emerged wearing a similar sweater to the one Frisk wore, even their hair was the same length. But their face… that's the face i'd see flash across frisk's.

"Howdy."

"who are you." Sans demanded.

"Haven't you figured it out yet? C'mon, I didn't erase all of your memories."

Sans squinted. what?

They rolled their eyes. "Ok fine, I guess I can give you this little one."

Sans froze as this person was suddenly transported in front of him, just as easily as he could have done. Their fingers glowed sparks of red and touched his temple before Sans even had a chance to react.

Without warning, images and voices came flooding into Sans' head. He held the sides of his head in agony. what the fuck is happening to me? The images pieced together into a sequence. Sans saw himself with Frisk, holding the young girl in his bed.

"I don't want to Sans!" She cried out.

"you won't frisk, you're stronger than them."

"I don't think I am anymore… They keep making me get closer each time to it…" Frisk looked so weak and fragile in his arms.

"i think it's time frisky." Sans rubbed circles around her lower back. She simply shook her head in his chest.

"We can't risk it… Chara will attempt to steal you away from me again. I can't protect myself…"

"i'll be fine… i'd rather sacrifice myself in order to save you from these nightmares than see you suffer any longer."

Sans breathed heavily. Chara… So the monster had a name.

"Do you see now skeleton?"

Sans nodded reactively.

"so i lost my memories after that night." Sans spoke. "and… you took them from me."

Chara giggled and began to walk in a circle around Sans. Sans began to grasp the situation. Everything that has happened that he can remember, it's all been a dream. All of it. The skeleton he thought he what seemed just hours ago is actually just his past self. He was beginning to remember. Dreams within dreams...

"but, if my memories are gone, and i'm currently in a dream… why did i go back into frisk's dreams after i woke up in the hospital?"

"To get them back, piece by piece of course."

"so, i'm looking through frisk's dreams to remember? when will she wake up?"

Chara looked at Sans in shock for a moment before bending over in a fit of laughter.

"Frisk is awake. You're the one who can't wake up."

Sans felt his soul sink down low into his chest. "how…"

"Because, you're stuck inbetween your own dreams and mine." Chara howled with laughter.

"You should've seen Frisk's face today, she's been crying like a baby beside your body all day. I'll be sure she'll pay us a little visit when she falls asleep…"

"don't you dare." Sans felt himself saying. Something was bubbling up inside of him. He felt his soul glow brighter. His head spun and he tried to balance himself by placing his hands on the ground.

"Sans!"

Sans looked up and watched as Chara held Frisk by the shoulders. Sans reached out, magic building in his finger tips, but it was too late. Sans felt the color drain from the room and their bodies. Frisk's soul floated out of her chest. With one swift motion, Chara stabbed Frisk in the back. Sans witnessed as her soul split in two.

Author's Note: Oh shit. Sorry. Please leave feedback! Makes me write sooner haha.