RESET?

"No….please no"

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RESET?

"Please no more"

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RESET?

"Why do you have to do this to me?"

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RESET?

"JUST PLEASE STOP! WHOEVER THE HELL IS DOING THIS!"

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"Please stop"

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"Stop resetting."

You can either have a crappy day, or make the most out of what you have when you go back in time. It's like the first rule in the non existent rule book of resetting, like basic mathematics sort of. I mean depending on how far you would go back it sort of reflects how you'll handle the whole thing.

If you were to go back a week, that's okay, a month is a bit iffy, more than that is horrible. And when it doesn't actually reset it's just bliss, those days regardless of what they are will always be good ones no matter what anything happens.

Because it means that time is actually moving.

And when it goes back on a specific day you kinda want to just throw a brick at the time lord or whoever is in charge of this bullshit.

And it hurts so, so much. It takes all kinds of effects on you and you start to think that maybe this is what it's going to come down to, just repeat after fucking repeat.

When something changes you start to think that maybe everything will be okay, that things are really going great and that things will be fine and you'll be okay and no more resets okay?

Until it does.

And the knife looks oh so tempting each time.

~.~

She opened the door not really caring if it wasn't polite to slam the door open. She had one hell of a night and was not willing to put up with anyones bullshit right now.

Frisk plopped herself at the first table that came into view, not caring what store she was at. Hell she could be at a strip club and she still couldn't give less of a damn, as long as no one bothered her she was fine.

Her head hurt like a bitch.

Everyone forgot her.

She was tired.

And desperately needed a Glamburger ™.

The pounding in Frisk's head was starting to let up if only a little. She finally picked her head off the table and began to take in her surroundings. Luckily she was not at strip club, instead Frisk had made it into her usual coffee shop. It was a good thing it was Saturday, she had the day off on Saturday.

Or maybe it was Tuesday.

No, she saw someone say something about it being a nice Friday.

Whatever, it's not like it's going to matter in the long run.

Frisk leaned on the chair she was sitting in, debating weather a golden flower tea was worth getting up for. After a few mental debates ("Yes." "I hurt." "Tea." "I don't want to move." "Tea.") Frisk pried herself from her chair. She faltered a bit, not used to the sudden feeling of solid ground but soon made her way to the front desk.

"Hello, what may I get for you?" The fact that someone could be that preppy terrified Frisk, but she still pulled out a smile. Frisk couldn't make out the exact face of the person behind the desk, probably thanks to the headache.

"Hello, can I get a Golden Flower tea? No Sugar please." Frisk gave herself credit for not sounding like she rather be locked in a room that be be alive. A little voice in Frisk's mind commented how she actually sounded happy to be alive.

Frisk told the voice to shut up.

"Okay, that'll be 25 G please." Frisk handed the person the money, and slowly backed away and leaned on the counter awaiting her drink. Frisk tried looking around, but that's when the migraine got worse. Frisk tried not to show it but it hurt so much that tears were threatening to fall.

Frisk tried to look and see what the hell was causing this. And of course it was him.

It was always him.

She couldn't fall in love with someone else each time could she?

It had to be the same bonehead right?

Sans had walked in with Papyrus trailing after him, both looking chipper as always. Frisk wanted to both cry and laugh at the sight of the two brothers. Frisk was certain that they had no idea who she was, and although she had been through it over and over again and should be used to it.

She wasn't.

Nor will she ever be.

"Miss? Your tea is ready."

Frisk didn't even bother looking to see if she got the right drink, she mumbled a thank you and made her way towards her table that was conveniently next to the two skeleton brothers.

Fucking phenomenal.

"Uggghhh," Frisk groaned againsts the cool plastic of the table. Her migraine seemed to get worse ever since they came in, Frisk was debating weather getting up and moving was worth the pain. It wasn't. So Frisk sat there listening in on the oh so familiar voices.

"Sans, have you been sleeping well?" Frisk had to look up to make sure that it was really Papyrus who was talking, because he was talking in a normal voice not in his usual papyrus voice. But it was indeed the great Papyrus talking.

"course bro."

Frisk tried not to blush at his voice, but godfuckingdamnit it was impossible.

"Sans, do not try to lie to me you look like you barely got any sleep!"

Frisk tried to focus on Sans but the migraine was preventing her from seeing anything that wasn't right in front of her face. So Papyrus's word just has to do for now.

"nah, slept perfect bro."

"You were sleeping on your desk again."

"bus day bro."

"You haven't done that since…."

"...yeah, sorry pap sleeping just doesn't come to me anymore, I used to be able to do it with my eyes closed."

"SANS YOU PROMISED YOU WOULDN'T IN PUBLIC!"

Frisk smiled at the all too familiar voice, she could see some people turn to see what the fuss was about but most didn't bother turning around. Frisk leaned her arms on her table and rest her head against her arms, just listening to the brother's conversations.

"ya know someone asked me for sleeping pills."

"PLEASE STOP!"

"i said 'sure knock yourself out'."

"SANS PLEASE, I HAVE DONE NOTHING WRONG TO YOU!"

"hey pap whadaya call a sleep walking nun?"

"NO!"

"a roamin' catholic."

"...I'm going to get our orders."

"aw c'mon pap, wait whadaya get when you eat cookies in bed."

"I'm already gone."

"crummy sleep."

"BROTHER IF I DID NOT LOVE YOU, YOU WOULD BE DEAD TO ME!"

Frisk felt her eyes get wet, tears were silently streaming down her face as she watched Papyrus get up and wait in line. It was days like these that really made the resets harder to deal with, they had no idea who she was. She had more sleepovers at their home than she had at her own home, she new every little pet peeve about them, she new their guilty pleasures, hell Frisk new about Gaster.

They had told her so much, she knew so much about them.

Frisk wished, more than anything that when it reset, her memories would as well.

That way, everything would if only a little be easier.

Frisk's migraine finally calmed down and she was finally able to get a good look at Sans. He had his lab coat on and his infamous slippers, Frisk couldn't help but let out a giggle. Now that she got a good look at him she saw that he really did look tired, his eye sockets look much more dim and he was slouching a lot more.

"Maybe he remembers the rests ." A voice tempted into her ear, and for a moment Frisk believed them, but it was Chara and they were the last person they could rely on.

"Shush, don't do that to me." Frisk whispered to herself, wanting to just get up and sit next to Sans.

Then he saw her looking at him.

And she could have sworn she saw recognition gather in his eyes.

But he just gave her a polite smile.

And Frisk wanted nothing more than to break down right then and there.

Instead a winning smile will have to do.

Frisk saw Sans stare at her for just a little longer, his eye sockets roaming her face for clues. Frisk let herself believe that he was trying to remember her somehow, but that was just a little fantasy. Frisk sipped her tea, unwanted memories flooding back with each sip.

" Remember when-."

"Sush."

"B u t-."

"Tea, sush."

Papyrus came back soon after drinks in hand, he placed them on the table when all of a sudden Sans whispered something to him. This surprised both Frisk and Sans since Sans wasn't the biggest whisper, he only did it when he really needed too.

Papyrus wasn't the biggest whisper either.

"Yes, I have heard of the name Frisk! It's so familiar but, I just can't remember for the life of me." Frisk snapped her head to look at the brothers, her heart thumping wildly in her chest.

She new she couldn't get her hopes but they knew her name! Maybe their memories were coming back to them, maybe Sans remembered but he doesn't know what's going on, maybe if she talked to them it would all stop, maybe-.

"yeah me neither, i just keep seeing it written all over my notebooks and arms." Frisk tried not to cry, she really did. She just stared down at her empty cup, hoping no one could see how broken she was.

Frisk started sobbing silently, a skill she had mastered over time. Hot tears poured down her cheeks, and she wanted to just get up and hug Papyrus. His hugs always made her feel okay, they seemed to give her hope, he would always tell her that he believed in her.

And she wanted to believe him.

"it's almost like i'm tryin to tell myself something."

Sans looked around and when he saw Frisk she almost looked like she was okay, her face was hidden but she just looked tired from far away. Luckily Sans knew a thing or two can could easily tell that she was crying, and he hated that.

When she smiled, there were bags under her eyes and her smile looked strained as if it had been forcing her to smile her entire life. But she still looked so beautiful, her eyes looked tired and screamed miserable. Yet she was just so stunning in only a big sweater and jeans with strange stains here and there.

It hurt to see her cry.

Who knows why.

She stood up seemingly on her way to the bathroom or for another drink, so what other time then to go and talk to her? She looked so fucking familiar that it was starting to hurt.

"be right back pap."

"Alright, just no more puns in public please?"

"tiba-."

"SANS!"

"heh, sorry pap."

Sans rushed towards Frisk well by rushed more like walked just a little bit faster than normal. Since she didn't seem to be moving at a considerably fast pace either, it was pretty easy for Sans to catch up. Right before Frisk could enter the bathrooms was when Sans felt appropriate to lightly bump into her. What Sans didn't expect was how frail her body might be and how light she was, so instead of being a light bump like planned. He fall right on top of her.

In the same position the boy always falls on the girl in Alphys' animes.

She looked up at him with those big and beautiful blue eyes of hers, a blush creeping it's way onto her face. Sans wa turning an ungodly shade of blue, but for some reason this felt right for him as if it was okay for him to do this. And Frisk looked more happy than she did horrified or embarrassed, she looked as if she were remembering an amazing memory.

Who knows how long they were there, but when multiple stares and coughs got Sans' attention he immediately got off her.

He could have sworn she looked disappointed.

"um, ah sorry bout that guess i'm just a bonehead." Sans tried to lighten the mood, he helped her up and rubbed the back of his neck. Blue still tinting his cheekbones, Sans gave a lopsided grin hoping it was enough of an apology.

Recognition flashed in Frisk's eyes for a moment, like she was debating with herself.

It was a tie.

Frisk chuckled, that soon turned into a giggle that soon turned into full blown laughter. Not so much about Sans pun but more about the fucking irony of it all. I mean god he had told her that stupid pun more times than Frisk could keep count, and she kept count of everything. So while Sans joined in thinking that his that her humor was just as fucked up at his, Frisk was debating weather Chara should have a go.

It seemed like such a good option too.

"It's okay, a little too cliche for my taste though," Frisk didn't even know that she was flirting, she had spoken like this to Sans so many times that it felt natural.

Apparently Sans was not used to this and seemed to lose his cool lazy guy appel.

"w-well, uh can't say i didn't try?" Sans said, avoiding any eye contact.

"Yeah, way more classier than saying hi." Frisk joked, smiling at Sans.

She hoped that he couldn't see how much effort it took to smile, he did.

He always seemed to know what was wrong.

"Sans? What is taking-Oh hello there!" Papyrus greeted taking long steps forward, he smiled down at Frisk.

Frisk could feel tears pricking the edge of her eyes, begging to fall.

But Frisk pushed them down and stuck out a polite hand for Papyrus to shake and put on a smile that could make anyone's head turn.

Sans saw all of this.

"Wow, you must be Papyrus I've heard so much about you!" Frisk acted along with knowing him, both Sans and Papyrus were taken aback by this.

"W-WOWIE REALLY?" Frisk felt a little proud that Papyrus was speaking normally to her. In the past, whenever Frisk acted like she had heard of him Pap would open up to her a whole lot faster than if she didn't. Besides seeing the stars in his eyes made it so worth it.

"I see you all the time on tv, and everywhere in general," Papyrus was actually a very famous chef and an amazing one at that to, he just can't for the life of him make spaghetti for the life of him. "See, I am such a huge fan." Frisk zipped down her jacket to reveal a black shirt with 'THE GREAT PAPYRUS WAS HERE' written in a strange but suiting font.

"WOWIE THAT'S SO AMAZING, I MEAN OF COURSE YOU WOULD KNOW OF MY GREATNESS BUT I HAVE NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD MEET A REAL FAN! SANS I HAVE FANS!"

Papyrus gushed, never letting go of Frisk's hand not that she seemed to mind. Frisk's tired eyes seemed to brighten at Papyrus' voice, not that she had a thing for him it's just that she missed him. So much.

She desperately needed one of his hugs.

"Hey Papyrus?" Frisk asked nervously.

"YES?"

"Um, well since I'm a huge fan, do you think I could-if its okay! A um.." Frisk didn't really want to finish her sentence, for fear that the memories would be way to much to handle.

Sans saw this and let a smirk play his face, this would be good.

"hey pap i think she wants a hug." Sans could see the look Frisk gave him, it was a look he wouldn't dare grace with a description. But holy shit.

She looked scared.

"BUT OF COURSE! ANYTHING FOR A FAN OF THE GREAT PAPYRUS!"

Papyrus leaned and scooped up Frisk lifting her off the ground and just comforted her. Papyrus felt..like he had done this before, she felt so familiar like he was meeting someone important he had met. Frisk immediately stiffed how many times had Pap held her like this? How many times had he held her so she wouldn't cry? How many times had Frisk let Papyrus cry into her when Gaster was brought up?

Frisk had lost count.

And she let herself cry.

Papyrus was confused why this felt so familiar.

WOOOOOOOOO

I DID IT YES YES-Ehm thank you all so so much for all of this, I really hope to keep working

Goodnight