sans stood alone in a forest by the mountain. He hoped to himself that the others had forgotten him. The cold wind breezed through his leg bones. He gazed to the horizon through the dense trees: Twilight had fallen, creating a blue hue throughout the lay of the land. He blew a puff of air, "ah, frisk. you did it this time. no more fucked up timelines." He took a tattered piece of paper out of his jacket pocket. The paper was lined with a thin blue line of magic around it. sans unfolded it fragilely, careful not to tear the tender edges of the folds. It had many charts and graphs on it displaying numbers and percentages. He took out a pencil from his pocket and walked over to a fallen log. He smoothed the paper on some of the less rugged bark, and took some notes on one of the bar graphs that was labeled with red ink. It had the phrase, "WHEN WE GET OUT" around it. Some of the other bars had notes like, "DEAD END," or "RESET AGAIN," along with dates and some integrals around them.
The skeleton had plotted some points around a graph that was fairly small. It seemed like sans had just started to graph it. He nodded at his handiwork. "alright. this means you won't reset this time, right frisk? you won't kill anyone, and you won't die either, because you'll be happy. i'll make you happy if you can't be on your own." sans lowered his brown bones down over his sockets after staring at the paper for a little bit. The notes on the page described all of the past timelines in code, and when he read them he was sorely reminded of what had transpired in a certain black graph. When Frisk had gone chaotic, and killed everyone, and Frisk had reset when they gave up trying to defeat sans. In another timeline, Frisk reset when they killed… Papyrus.
sans locked his jaw, staring at the numbers on the page that detailed when his brother was murdered by Frisk. He sweat, and gripped the page with trembling hands. The more he scanned the page, the more frantic he became, breathing heavily over the numbers. He finally tossed the paper aside and plastered himself on the log. He held his head in shaking hands and shut his eye sockets firmly. Hairline cracks formed underneath his sockets, creating a stressed look. Papyrus. He replayed the death scene over and over in his head, watching his brother's skull get severed off every time. It had always left Papyrus' body standing there, as if it couldn't catch up with what happened. The head would always speak last words to that monster, always the same damn ones!
"STILL! I BELIEVE IN YOU! YOU CAN STILL DO BETTER! EVEN IF YOU DON'T THINK SO! I… I promise…"
That damn monster! Couldn't they see that Papyrus was giving them mercy? They saw his head turn into dust every time, like a sadist. It was as if they had enjoyed watching Papyrus lay there, still believing that they could change…
But Frisk did change. In other timelines, Frisk only reset because they had died, or because they couldn't defeat Asgore… Or because of someone else. sans explicitly remembered someone else messing around with the timelines before Frisk. Someone that had caused sans to investigate the shifts in the first place. He could never figure out who it was only when Frisk came along that he could see something changing. The resets and jumps in the timelines were different, as if they had a purpose. sans had taken an interest in them when Papyrus had started saying that he recognized Frisk. When he looked into the matter, it was clear that Frisk was causing a disturbance in the space-time continuum. That's when sans started to take notes on a paper that he coated with magic to withstand the resets and shifts. He wrote down the occurrences and actions of people who acted strangely.
The first time sans read the paper after a reset, he believed he had gone insane. But it became clear that what he read was true when he saw a certain language on the paper that convinced him otherwise. It was in wingdings, and said, "Don't forget." That phrase had chased him all his life, and if it was on a paper like this, it must have been because of something important. The language only made the situation direr.
Every time something changed or shifted, he wrote down more code, explaining details and events. That's when he noticed that there were shifts when characters would act differently, and he noticed when they were completely the same. Little by little, sans started having memories of some of the timelines and be able to remember major events. Now he had mastered memorizing the events fluently, and hardly needed the piece of paper, and only kept it as a reference to jot down notes. He eventually categorized three major different timelines, with several others following as alterations. In other words, when Frisk did something slightly different, like killing Snowdrake, or following him to a secret room in Snowdin.
One of the three timelines was when Frisk came to a standstill, or when Frisk had gone to the Overworld on their own. They had journeyed through the Underground with the sole purpose of leaving it. That was all. Whether the human killed monsters or not, they eventually got to the same result. Then why didn't those timelines stay that way? Why did Frisk not just live their life outside of the Underground? That seemed like it would solve everything, and end the madness. Not even sans could figure it out. The timeline also came to a standstill when Frisk seemed frustrated with something, and eventually reset time, for whatever reason. The human would either kill no one, or whoever came into their path. They neither made friends, nor tried to in the least. This certain type of timeline happened a lot, and sans had labeled it, "RESET AGAIN."
Another common type of timeline seemed to intervene with almost everything. It was one that sans had colored in black on his reference paper. He remembered that timeline well. Frisk killed everyone. It seemed that they had already came out with a malicious mindset after coming out of the Ruins before Snowdin. Frisk didn't laugh, didn't care, and ignored everyone's pleas. This is the timeline where they were, 'a dirty brother killer.' sans hated that timeline. It reeked of death, and that was the very timeline that sans remembered fighting Frisk. He could only remember some instances of the fight itself, like when he managed to kill Frisk, and then see them come back for a fight again after a reset. Oh, the frustration on their face. It was almost worth it. Almost. There was one time, and only one, that Frisk killed sans. That's when the timeline abruptly ended. He could record no more, since he was dead after that. It was an alarming fact that something happened to Frisk, something sinister. sans labeled the timeline as, "DEAD END," and was colored in black.
The last timeline was the current one. sans had only recently begun jotting down notes for this one, plotting it in red ink. Frisk was more innocent, more forgiving. They were so gentle, very unlike the Frisk in the last two types of timelines. As it was still a work in progress, sans didn't have very many notes down. What he did find interesting in spite of that, was the fact that he was outside at the moment. He had NEVER been in the outside world from the Underground. Why was the timeline so different? What had changed Frisk? He decided to leave the questions alone until he ask the human himself.
After some time of meddling in his thoughts, sans eased the pressure from his hands. He opened his eye sockets, and decided to look up at the sky. 'The sky…' It was amazing. Twilight had passed into the night. How long had he been sitting there with his eyes closed? His bright blue pupils gazed at the stars fading out into the black ink of the night. He felt himself gasping for air.
"wow. it looks just like the wishing room in the waterfall." At that moment he saw a star shooting across space, leaving a trail of glittering stardust behind it. sans knew this child's tale! If you see a shooting star, make a wish upon it. He was really never the one to believe in such fairy tales, but he felt really hopeful at that moment. The timeline was going great so far, a little wish could never hurt to improve the chances he had, right? He closed his eyes, and clasped his hands in front of him, and recited an old poem he remembered reading on the walls of the Wishing Room.
"oh star light, star bright, first star i see tonight. i wish i may, i wish i might, have this wish that i wish tonight." He squeezed his eyes, and made his secret wish, one that he really wanted ever since…
It was done. sans looked up at the sky. The star was gone, but his determination was back. "well, i think s'about time i head over to the others." He rose from his seat on the log, and scanned for the paper that he had tossed aside earlier. In the dark it was easy to see the lining of magic around the paper. He went over to it and picked it up, dusting off the dirt that had made its way on there.
"almost lost it. that would've been bad." sans folded it just as deliberately as when he opened it. He then placed it in a special zipper on the inside of his pocket. He needed to speak with Frisk alone, but it wasn't that urgent. He wanted to enjoy this new world
"heh, that guy's gonna drive them to the grave." He took a step backwards, and felt a rushing of air around him as he teleported to the last place he saw Frisk: On top of Mount Ebott.
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At the mayor's house
Roscoe Edric and his wife Dahlia had invited the group of monsters over for dinner and to spend the night. Joanna was more than delighted to have her new friend over.
The group sat around a rather large table. It was made of a gorgeous cherry wood, and appeared like it was lacquered with the utmost care. The room around them looked like it was supposed to be a ballroom more than a dining room. The carpet below had fibers that were so plush; it was like walking on clouds. The rich red color swirled with vignette yellow wisps that swayed when someone stepped on it. The walls were a creamy white, accentuated with light golden damask designs. Large vases adorned the corners of the room, filled with orchids and white lilies.
The table in front of them was gorgeously laid out as well. Folded white napkins were placed in front of every person, with silverware at either side. A vase with Circus roses was in the center with several branches of limonium sticking out.
Toriel had her mouth agape, staring at the beautiful room. Dahlia, who had sat beside Toriel, giggled, "Haven't you seen a room like this before?"
Toriel shook her head, "Not one as extravagant as this one! It is very alluring." Roscoe, who was at the head of the table, tilted his head in a jolly laugh, and patted his wife's hand, who sat to his right.
"Dahlia, dear! Our friends are to feel welcome, not overwhelmed, eh Asgore?" The mayor turned his head to the left, questioning the king.
Asgore imitated the laugh, "Not at all, Roscoe! We love your home! I am still extremely thankful to you and Dahlia to let us spend the night here."
"Not a problem at all Asgore. Oh, here comes the food! I hope you like it! The villagers made it themselves. I think they wanted to see if you'd like the food we have here." The group turned their heads to many people delivering platters of food. They had already met a few of the humans, and they smiled to see the familiar faces.
The first round of food was oven-baked lamb, glazed with sweet pineapple sauce and seasoned with coarse sea salt. Mashed potatoes were set to the side of the tender meat, buttered and salted with a hint of sour cream. To bring the plate together was a helping of supple carrots and broccoli tossed with sautéed mushrooms, and drizzled by an aromatic garlic sauce.
Undyne's eyes enlarged almost the size of the dinner plates. "That looks awesome, Carmen!" She said to the woman carrying Undyne's plate. Undyne recognized the female from the humans that greeted her and Alphys.
The woman flashed a smile and pointed to another human who carried another plate, "Thank Alonzo! He's the one who made most of the food." She sat Undyne's plate down.
Undyne thanked the other human, "Thanks Alonzo! You're the best!"
Alonzo grinned. "Thanks, Undine!" He said her name wrong on accident. Undyne didn't seem to mind. The humans exited the room, with many of the group thanking them exuberantly.
Undyne elbowed Asgore with her right arm, "Eh, Asgore, these guys are treating us like royalty! Soon people won't know who's king or not! Hah!"
Alphys, who sat on the left of Undyne, and across from Frisk, whispered to herself, "Wow, this is much better than pizza…"
Frisk picked up on the quiet words, and whispered back, "Alphys, it's okay to thank the Mayor." The human smiled, knowing Alphys would only speak to the mayor if she had to. The reptile glanced up at the human from her plate.
"I-I can't! I'm too nervous!"
Said human overheard the conversation, "Ho! Don't worry, Frisk! Your friend there will warm up in time, won't you Alphys?"
The dinosaur in question nodded bashfully, "Y-Yes. Thank you for the f-food!" She shined happily.
"More! I wanna hear more stories!" Joanna and Papyrus shared the opposite end of the table. They seemed to be having a blast.
"MORE? WOWIE, I'VE NEVER HAD A FRIEND WHO WANTED TO HEAR MORE THAN ONE STORY! OKAY! I'LL TELL YOU THE TIME I RESCUED FRISK FROM THE GAUNTLET OF TERROR!" Joanna clapped her hands enthusiastically.
Toriel leaned right to whisper in Frisk's ear, "Do remind me to scold him later for telling tall tales, my child." Frisk giggled to themselves. Poor Papyrus.
Dahlia clapped her hands together, "Okay, everyone! Let's toast to our Underground friends!" She held up a glass of exotic, squeezed juices that was poured earlier. Everyone turned their attention to Dahlia, and raised their glasses in unison. She jovially said the small prayer, "To our new friends, may they live with us as peacefully like the sky and stars above!" Everyone gave a cheer to the speech and lowered their glasses. Mayor Roscoe suddenly remembered something important.
"Ah yes, Asgore. I need to bring you to the next town hall meeting to discuss with the governor. We need to start telling officials about this. But for now, as mayor, I grant you and your kind permission to live near, around, or in the village! The more the merrier! Heck, we may even become a town with your population! The town of Crystallea! Has a nice ring to it." The mayor prattled on to Asgore, who was too busy eating his delicious dinner.
Everyone was digging into the sumptuous food. Frisk found themselves curious about how Papyrus ate it, but forgot about it when they heard a ringing bell. "Okay, second course!" Someone from one of the doors in the room came out, along with a whole other heard of humans.
Small bowls of red soup were delivered. It was a thick tomato soup with basil and parsley. It smelled rich, and a little like boiled chicken. The soup was served with a large slice of butter toasted French bread. The plates of the previous meal were taken away and replaced with the bowls.
The group was amazed once again, and without speaking, reveled in the saltiness of the meal. Frisk enjoyed it a lot.
After everyone was done eating, the mayor stood up, "And now for dessert! Bring in the snack bar!" He waved a hand at the door that had already swung open. A small, wheeled buffet table was brought in. It contained various flavors of ice cream, from Vanilla to Pomegranate Mango Cream. There were also syrups and toppings to the side of the layout. A man in a black suit was going to serve the group. Toriel recognized him as Elijah.
"Good evening everyone! If you'll make a line to my right, I will make sure you all get what you want!" He motioned with his right arm, and everyone followed suit. Papyrus and Joanna were at the back of the line, balling their fists and jumping with excitement. Everyone passed through, getting their favorite flavors and toppings on a waffle cone or glass bowl. Papyrus and Joanna got the most toppings on top of their vanilla ice cream, almost burying it in chocolate sprinkles and caramel syrup with marshmallow sauce.
Before anyone could sit back down, the mayor stopped them with his booming voice, "Come! I have a treat planned for all of us!" He led them to a mini theatre. About twenty plush seats were in front of a large silver screen. Toriel was confused, and Asgore mimicked her feeling. The rest of the group were extremely excited.
Undyne shook Alphys by the shoulders, "I've never been to a real movie theatre! We don't have one in the Underground!"
Alphys felt like her arms were going to fall off, "U-U-U-U-UNDYNE! S-S-S-T-T-OP!"
The fish monster realized what she was doing, "Oops! Sorry Alphys! I got too excited there!" She ran over to one of the velvet seats and patted one to the right of her, motioning for Alphys to sit down. The yellow dinosaur made her way over to where Undyne motioned, right after her dizziness wore off.
"Really? You don't have a movie theatre in the Underground? Well, I guess we'll have to take you to an IMAX sometime!" Dahlia said. She and Toriel sat down together, as did Asgore and Roscoe. Papyrus and Joanna sat down together, slurping their ice cream. A light flashed on the screen, followed by a blue screen. "Okay everyone, let's watch Jurassic World! It's a new movie that came out not too long ago!" Roscoe pointed a remote up to a projector on the ceiling. The lights darkened and the previews started.
Frisk shied away from the group. They decided to let the others enjoy the big screen while Frisk snuck outside. They finished their waffle cone, and opened the door to the large house to go outside. They softly closed the door back so it wouldn't make too much noise.
Frisk walked to the middle of the village square. The mayor's house was at the edge of it, so they didn't walk that far. When the human looked up, their heart beat wildly. A stunning black sky was lit with stars that shone several different colors. The masses of white and cyan dots swirled with the arm of the Milky Way in wisps of blue and turquoise. Mount Ebott loomed over the tiny village, with a full moon to the right of it. It was the most beautiful scene that Frisk had ever laid their eyes upon. Goosebumps arose from their skin from the cool air circulating around them. Frisk's short hair flowed with the wind. The moment was just too perfect. sans, who was making his way down Mount Ebott, just happened to witness the entire display.
His pupils dilated, seeing the human in such awe. It stopped him in his tracks, just to stare at Frisk a little longer. 'they look so… charming. so perfect, it hurts.' The skeleton drew a breath of air before continuing to walk towards Frisk. The human was so engrossed in the landscape, they didn't notice the skeleton was only five feet in front of them. sans lifted his brow bone, "ya planning on blinking anytime soon? i heard humans need to do that."
Frisk was startled by the sudden voice and jumped back slightly, losing their balance. sans instantaneously lurched forward and grabbed the human at the sides, pulling them tightly towards his body in an embrace. Frisk's mouth was open, and they found themselves hugging tightly onto sans.
"heh, i knew you were falling for me Frisk." sans chuckled at his own joke, and lightly pushed Frisk off of him.
The human coughed into their hand, "Sorry, you scared me."
The skeleton shrugged, the perpetual grin on his face seemed to grow, "ah, spooky scary skeletons. what'cha gonna do." sans gazed up at the stars. "they're really something, huh?"
Frisk turned their attention to the sky again, "Yeah. I love how the galaxy's arm is so blue." The two stared at the stars for a while before sans took a seat on the ground with his hands stretched out behind him. Frisk followed suit, and sat right by the skeleton.
A harsh current of wind kicked up suddenly, blowing up Frisk's shirt and pants. They shivered and crossed their arms and legs for warmth. sans rose his brow bones, and took off his fur-lined blue jacket. He placed it on Frisk's shoulders. Frisk shot their arms right through the sleeves and zipped it up. "i wanted to chill with you, but i guess i can let it slide for now," sans joked. The human hugged themselves in the jacket. It was surprisingly already warm, but sans didn't have flesh. How did that work? They glanced at sans, who was wearing a plain white t-shirt. Their eyes traced up to the skeleton's face. There were… bags underneath his eyes. Frisk started to notice other things about the skeleton's features. His skull looked like it was ran through an abrasive sponge on the temple area. Frisk traced down to sans' hands. They looked a little dark as well.
"sans, are you okay? You seem… tired," The human asked the skeleton with concern in their voice. He looked like he was about to keel over. sans put a finger to his face, and felt tiny bumps from the cracks across his cheeks and underneath his eyes. 'shit. i need to eat and get some rest.'
"yeah, don't worry about me. it's just been a long day. hey, i'm feeling a little hungry, wanna go to grillby's with me to get a bite?" sans was hoping Frisk agreed. He felt a little emotionally unstable, and needed someone to fall back on in case something happened. The human contemplated it a little. Frisk had already eaten, but a little bit of fries wouldn't hurt.
"Yeah. It's going to take a while to walk back up though, are you sure about it? The mayor of this village had plenty of food-" Sans got up before Frisk could finish, and grabbed their hand.
"shouldn't you know by now that i don't take the long way? come on, let's go."
Frisk felt the warmth radiating from the bones on sans' hand. It made them flush a little, but before they could form a thought, sans had taken a step backwards. The stinging whoosh of air made the human's eyes close and tear up.
They were in front of Grillby's at Snowdin. How did that even happen? Once again the skeleton interrupted Frisk's thoughts, "well, we didn't come here just to stare at it. let's get in." Still holding the human's hand, sans opened the door and went inside. The place was packed with monsters, and there was only a little room at the bar. Monsters were shooting glasses of tequila and whiskey. Grillby was standing at the bar, drying off every glass that went empty and refilled them with another shot. sans let go of Frisk's hand and held it in front of the human, "hey, wait here. i really don't want to get mixed up with a crowd like this. what did you want? fries?" Frisk nodded, and hugged the jacket around them tightly.
The skeleton squeezed himself through the drunk monsters. "hey grillbz, can you get me a burg and two fry?" The fire elemental slammed down the shot glass he was cleaning, and immediately went to the kitchen in the back. Grillby came back in about thirty seconds with a paper bag soaking with grease. He slapped it on the bar and picked up one of the already accumulating shot glasses. He sighed a little with flame bursting out of his mouth. "It's a rough night. Some people somehow made it an idea in their heads that the barrier was destroyed today." Grillby shook his head. sans raised his brow bones, and looked to the corner of his eye, "well, grillbz, it actually is broken." He took the bag in front of him, and turned around to leave, but not before saying a last word, "oh yeah, don't burn out at work, and put it on my tab, 'kay bro?"
The grinning skeleton went back to the human, leaving a frozen Grillby, "What. What, hey sans! Come back!" It was too late, the pair had already made it out of the bar.
Frisk laughed delightedly, "Way to go!"
sans chuckled right along with the human, "yeah, thanks. hey, let's go over to my house. might be the last time you get to see it before we move up in the world. heh, get it?" The pair went into the house, and right away to sans' door to his room. Frisk remembered the last time they were in there. Oh, the chaos.
sans also remembered when he gave Frisk a way to get in, and was about to ask about it, but decided not to. He didn't want to let Frisk know he could remember the past timelines, though he was pretty sure the human already knew. He opened the door, and the two walked into the mess. Frisk's face lit up in shock, even though they had already seen it once before. sans thrust the greasy bag into the human's hands, and went about to fix the room a little bit so it wouldn't be as distracting. He grabbed the dog out of the tornado pile and threw it out the window violently. The tornado somehow stopped whirring, and everything plopped down on the ground. The flying spaghetti splattered onto the carpet. Gross.
Next, he went to unravel the green sheets and blankets and made the bed messily. It looked okay afterwards. sans pat the bed, signaling Frisk to take a seat. The human cautiously went to sit down, watching sans do his handiwork. The skeleton threw the pillow back on the bed, and grabbed the envelope off the ground. He placed it in the drawer with the socks and trombone. Finally, he turned off the treadmill, and pushed it to the side of the room.
The room looked… Neat? It was certainly better than before, and the purple and blue carpet was more visible now. Sans plopped down beside the human. "there. now pap can't say i'm lazy. hand me the burger, will ya?" He stretched his hand out to receive the delicious meal. Frisk opened the bag and felt the bun yield under their fingers with a crinkle of a paper wrapper. They pulled it out and placed it in the skeleton's waiting palm.
"thanks, frisk." sans took a large bite of the sandwich, swallowing it down in a large gulp. Frisk remembered watching Papyrus eat earlier. It made them curious as to how the brothers even digested food. It was really odd.
The cracks underneath sans' eyes healed right away. His bones became whiter, and he felt much better after the first bite. He suddenly felt the human's eyes watching him intently. He turned to Frisk, who looked away bashfully. "hey, you wanna see how it works? i'll show ya," he said, gripping the edge of his shirt and holding the burger up to his mouth. He lifted up his shirt to expose his ribcage. Sans took a bite, and swallowed. The morsel of food plummeted down before dissolving rapidly in a blue smoke. The smoke then retreated to his ribs and spine. It was an interesting sight, and piqued the human's interest.
Frisk made an "O" with their mouth, and reached to touch the delicate bones. They stroked one of the floating ribs, and was amazed to find it really warm to the touch, almost like skin. The rib started to quiver, and Frisk looked up to see sans gritting his teeth. His cheeks seemed to have a light blue hue, and his eyes were closed tightly.
"ahh… hah, frisk. s-stop please," he said breathily. 'fuck, frisk, why did you have to touch me right there?' sans was gripping the edge of his shirt firmly, still raising the shirt. Frisk withdrew their hand quickly. Did they hurt him somehow?
"What's wrong? Does that hurt?" they asked. It would be odd if touching a rib would hurt like that.
sans shook his head, and put the edge of his shirt back down, body still shaking. "no. it doesn't hurt. i'm just… sensitive right there. that's all."
"Sensitive like how? I don't know how it feels, I have skin and all." Frisk pointed to their chest. The hue on sans' face darkened to a much deeper blue. His mind went crazy, 'you want to know how it feels? it feels like you're jacking off my dick.'
He didn't say the thought out loud. Instead, he put his burger down on the wrapper, and looked at Frisk evilly, "you wanna know how it feels? well, i'll show you!" He lunged forward at the human, pinning them down on the bed, and slid his hands underneath the jacket to grip Frisk's sides.
His finger bones started to move crazily, tickling the human's ribs. "how does it feel, huh? are you sensitive too?" He laughed giddily, moving to straddle the human down. Frisk was laughing uncontrollably and gasped for air. They tried to grabs sans' arms to make him stop, but the skeleton stood his ground, wiggling his fingers faster.
"S-stop sans! I-I'm gonna pee!" They tried to talk though words muffled by bouts of laughter. sans finally let go and crossed his arms, still on top of the human.
"alright then. but only because i still want to finish my burg'." He got off of the human, and grabbed his unfinished sandwich. In one last bite, he had finished the entire thing.
Frisk was panting, still laying on the bed. They head the paper bag crackle to their right, and witnessed sans taking out a smaller paper bag with fries in it. The skeleton threw his head back, and deposited the fries into his open mouth like a dump truck. Frisk remembered the other fries in the bag. "Hey, you can have mine if you want. I already ate at the Mayor's house." Frisk patted their stomach, and felt how full they still were. sans took the fries out of the bag, and ate them just like the previous ones. Afterwards, he threw the bags and wrapper into the motionless tornado. sans flopped on the bed right next to Frisk.
The human started to feel peace wash over them, like a warm ocean. It was a nice, soothing sensation, almost like falling, and the warmth from sans' jacket only lulled them more. Their eyelids involuntarily drooped, and they felt their body become heavy, like bricks. The tickle fight had taken their last ounce of energy, and without a protest, Frisk fell into a deep sleep. It all happened in only a few moments, and when sans heard light snores, he looked to his left and saw Frisk's calm facial expression.
sans watched their chest rise and fall rhythmically for a while, until he got up from the bed. Frisk's legs were hanging off the side, and the skeleton decided to move the human to a much more comfortable position, and shifted them fully on the mattress. The skeleton thought about lying next to the human and hitting the hay himself, but suddenly remembered that Frisk had previously been with Toriel and the others down at the village. He rose a hand to lightly tap his cheeks with his palm in a mock slap. The bones contacting made a cracking sound.
"shit, i forgot all about that. i hope tori won't make a big deal out of this." sans reached into his shorts pocket, and retrieved a blue-cased cellphone. He tapped on the screen to get to the phone menu and found Toriel's contact number. Tapping the "call" button, he held the phone up to his ear. sans figured calling Toriel was probably quicker than texting her.
Mayor's theatre room
Toriel's robe pocket buzzed and a tinkling ringtone could be heard. The movie was almost over as the Tyrannosaurus Rex and Indominus Rex duked it out. The goat frantically felt for her pocket, and became flustered when her friends stared back to see the commotion. She finally found her phone, and smiled cheekily at the group, excusing herself from the room. She let the door close softly before tapping the "answer button."
"Yes, hello? This is Toriel," She answered.
"hey, tori. it's sans. just wanted to let ya know that frisk is with me in snowdin. they're crashed out, so i'm just gonna let them sleep over. is that alright?" The skeleton spoke softly to let the human sleep.
"What? Frisk is with you?" Toriel opened the door to see if Frisk was sitting with their friends. The movie was at the best part! When she couldn't find said human, she closed the door and puffed out her cheeks. "Oh my, I did not know they were gone. Thank you for telling me, sans. I probably would have gone insane if I had noticed earlier!" The goat grinned to herself.
"you didn't know they weren't there? geez tori, what happened to being protective over your kid?" sans let out a subtle joke. He heard a howl of laughter on the other side. "well, i'm beat, so i'll be hitting the sack too. take care."
"You too, sans! Say hello to Frisk when they wake up, and do come over to the mayor's home if it's possible tomorrow morning. Goodbye." Toriel hung up the phone. She huffed before opening the door to the mini theatre and stepping inside to watch whatever was left of the flick.
sans' room
The skeleton put the cellphone on the dresser by the bed, hooking it up to a charger. He looked back at the sleeping human and the enticing bed. It had been a while since he last took a nice, deep sleep, and the fluffy blankets looked so welcoming. sans almost dragged himself the few feet to the bed, and could barely muster the willpower to pull the sheets out from under the human. He jumped onto the soft cushion and covered himself and Frisk. He clapped his hands together, and all of the light in the room went off.
sans shared the pillow with the sleeping Frisk. They were facing him, and sans could swear that the human looked like a scene from a fairytale. Frisk looked so peaceful, and the little light from the streetlamps outside shone on their skin softly. sans reached out a hand to skim their cheek, and ran a digit down the soft skin. 'it's so soft and warm. maybe we're not so different after all, eh frisk?' He kept stroking the human's cheek gently until he felt a wave of drowsiness. It felt like a train had just hit him with a bunch of warm feathers. sans let his arm fall limp, and he descended radically into a deep sleep.
An eerie silhouette of a flower waited outside the door to the house. It waited like the plague. An equally haunting figure stood out in the distance, watching the flower with a creepy smile.
"What an opportunity..."
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Lovingly Edited by Ms. Luck!
Okay! This chapter was shorter, but I felt like it needed to end there. Things are starting to pick up a little, it seems. Don't worry! I'm not making this stuff up as I go, I have a plan! A very, detailed plan. Like a damn map. Anyways, this will be a pretty long story, and I need to inform you about my update shit. I'm a college student, sooo… homework. Work. Life. Yeah. I will try to update every week! That's a lot of writing for me. Like, ten pages. Also, someone offer to be my proofreader: Positions open. Anywho, the boringness will end as soon as I get the introductions out of the way. Last thing, I can't make jokes. Jokes are my weakness….