Chapter 2: Keep Close the Things You Hold Dear
Sans couldn't believe his (nonexisting) ears. How could a teacher blame Frisk for being picked on? It definitely wasn't their fault. Teachers were supposed to help in a situation, as far as he knew from only being on the Surface for a short while. Frisk seemed so upset and he wanted to help, but he didn't know how.
He pulled them into a hug and they buried their face in his hoodie. "I'll figure something out, I promise," he assured the child.
When he pulled away, they said, "Thanks, Sans." It was almost a whisper, but he heard it, and that was all that mattered.
"No problem, kiddo. Hey, you have any homework tonight?" he asked.
They shook their head.
"Want me to bring you back to Tori's early then?" They hesitated a minute, as if trying to find the right words.
"Is it okay if I stay here awhile?" Frisk asked.
"Sure," he replied. He didn't tell them, but he knew them well enough to know why they wanted to stay over - they didn't want Toriel to see they had been crying. She could always tell when there was something wrong; mother's intuition, Sans guessed. He assumed they didn't want to get him in trouble, either, as Toriel would probably automatically place the blame on him. They probably didn't want her to worry, either.
Frisk was too nice.
He plopped into a sleeping position on the couch as they turned the TV on. He pretended to sleep every time they looked over at him.
He didn't know why he didn't want to sleep - he loved being lazy. Maybe he just wasn't tired. Maybe he felt as if something would happen to Frisk if he let his guard down.
He didn't quite know why, but they had never let him get hurt, so he didn't want to let them down, either. He wasn't about to just give up on the very human that gave him - and the rest of the Underground - hope.
His laziness overcame him, however.
There was a short dream, almost blending with the memories Sans pushed to the back of his mind, almost forgotten. A strange but recognizable monster appeared.
The monster slurred out a noise that sounded almost alien until Sans remembered something. It wasn't even a fully-formed thought, but suddenly gears clicked and the noise formed words.
"Things will only get worse from here," said the monster. "Brace yourself. Keep close the things you hold dear."
Suddenly the monster turned almost liquid, like black slime.
"Keep close the things you hold dear," it repeated. And then it melted away, leaving Sans in the emptiness of his dream, trying to find meaning to what he had just heard.
And done!! Yayz!! I hope you guys are liking the series so far! I've been getting really good reviews, so I think the next chapter will be out pretty soon! I'm still trying to find some ideas to put into my story, so if you guys have suggestions, shoot! This is my first story on here, and your support really helps! Thanks for reading the first two chapters and see you in Chapter 3!
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