Sans rushed out into the busy street, pushing through people in an attempt to get a passing glimpse of familiar dark brown hair and a striped blue jumper. However he was unable to spot any of those features within the crowd. Silently cursing Sans turned to look at the setting sun then turned his eyes towards the car park, 'She might have gone to the car.'

Sans finding it excruciatingly painful to battle through the crowded streets at such a slow pace allowed his magic to teleport him, not caring about using a 'shortcut'. He felt the magic dissipate as a familiar red car came into view. "frisk?!" He called, rushing to the back door of the car and peering in. He cursed silently when all that peered back at him was the empty backseat of the vehicle.

'damn, frisk... kiddo, where are you?' Sans leaned against the car and slowly slid down to the ground, cradling his skull in his hands.

'it's my fault... i shouldn't have blamed her. i- i was just angry at myself,' Sans told himself. He grasped his skull, closing his eye sockets as he held back a sob. Not only had he messed up during his solo auditions, he had now messed up his group audition and blamed his partner and...

Sans clenched his fist, 'no i don't deserve to like frisk. not after what i said.'

He let his mind drift to the night before, when he and Frisk had gone stargazing and the promise he had made. Sans sat back against the car and stared at his hand sadly, "sorry kiddo... i really stuffed up this time, heh. this is why i don't like making promises."

Sans perked up slightly. 'She... she wouldn't have gone there would she?'

He stood up and dusted himself of, determined now. Not thinking of what he would say if he did find her he closed his eyes and teleported.

Feeling the cool breeze on his skull, Sans opened his eyes taking in the view. He was facing Ebbot city, the sun setting behind the majestic city as the lights of closer suburbs flickered on. If his thoughts hadn't been occupied with thoughts of Frisk he would have thought it beautiful. Instead he turned around and walked up the small hill that he and Frisk had visited the night before.

As he approached the top he heard the sobs. Pain and sadness etched themselves into Sans face as he approached the huddled human, their arms wrapped around their legs as if trying to comfort themselves... or keep the hurtful words of skeletons from reaching their heart.

Sans looked away in shame before slowly approaching Frisk. Unsure of what to say he awkwardly took a seat beside her. The small human froze, her eyes peeking out from under her bangs. Her eyes widened when she saw Sans before she turned away from him, face hidden from view once again. However Sans noticed the tear trails on her cheek and red eyes from crying.

Sans looked down at the ground. He resisted the urge, the need, to wrap her in his arms and apologise profusely, afraid that she would become angry at him for daring to comfort her.

"hey, kid... frisk," he began. "i'm sorry for what i said... i wasn't angry at you. i- i was angry at myself. i failed myself and then blamed you for it even though you were the one that helped me get that far."

Frisk listened quietly but didn't say a word. Sans sighed gently, "i'm a bad dance partner aren't i frisk. i didn't even think that you might have stage fright. i didn't even ask and yet i tried to push my anger onto you. so i understand if you don't want to ever dance with me again."

Staring up at the stars that were beginning to appear in the sky he closed his eyes, "i'm sorry."

He was surprised to feel a soft pressure on his arm through the layers of jacket. Looking down he saw Frisk was now looking at him a hand resting on his arm. Frisk looked into his eyes, "I'm sorry too Sans. I should have said something but I was to afraid that if I did you wouldn't want to dance with me. I let you down because of my own wants."

"You didn't let me down, Frisk." Sans told her.

Frisk looked away, "I saw the video of your solo audition... i knew how much you wanted this and yet I still didn't tell you."

Sans sat in silence for a moment, Frisk had seen his fall and yet she had still willingly dance with him. Even though she had put his faith in him he had still let that fall get to him, and he knew deep down it still would.

"i'm not angry that you didn't tell me," Sans told her giving her a small smile. "and why wouldn't i want to dance with the most stunning ballerina I've ever seen?"

Frisk's eyes went wide as she stared at him, "R-really? You'd still be willing to dance with me? Even if we don't make it into the competition?"

Sans smiled, "of course, we're partners aren't we."

Frisk chocked back tears as a smiled plastered its self on her face. She launched herself into Sans's chest and wrapped her arms around the skeleton. Sans was surprised but smiled as he engulfed the human in a warm hug.

Frisk peeked up at the sky, still held in Sans's embrace and smiled at the night, "You kept your promise."

Sans looked up at the star filled sky, "heh, seems i did kiddo."

Toriel, Flowey and Papyrus were waiting anxiously by the car. Toriel had wanted to join Sans on the search for her daughter but decided to wait incase Frisk returned. Soon they had been told they had to leave the theatre and instead waited near the car. It had been roughly an hour or so since Sans had left to pursue the girl yet they were still to receive a message of some type from him that they were alright. Papyrus was also acting aloof, he was pacing back and forth going on about how he wasn't going to cook Sans spaghetti for a week.

Flowey had been silent since Sans had left and wouldn't meet eye contact with any one, however Toriel knew that he was most likely the most worried about Frisk (not that he would admit it).

A flash of blue lit up the dark car park and the group's attention was drawn to the figure of a skeleton carrying a girl. Toriel's eyes widened as she frantically rushed to her child, "Is she alright? She isn't hurt is she?"

Sans shook his head, "No, she's just sleeping."

Papyrus marched over and gave his brother a long stare, "I HOPE YOU APOLOGISED TO THE HUMAN SANS."

"yeah, i did paps. i think we're all good now," Sans reassured his brother before diverting his attention to Toriel and Flowey. "i'm sorry for everything, toriel. and thank you flowey... i know how much frisk means to both of you."

Toriel pursed her lips together in thought before smiling softly, "As long as Frisk is happy and has forgiven you, however as her mother i should warn you i won't let you off as easily if there is a next time."

Flowey scowled at the skeleton before looking away, "Just watch yourself, smiley trashbag."

Sans thanked them before the group piled wearily into the car and made their way home.

Later that night Papyrus and Sans waited by the television to see the scores for the competition. Sans was disappointed- though unsurprised- to see that they had scored lower then three other groups, meaning they would be unable to pass through to the main competition.

Sans had been prepared for the worst but still it hurt to see how close they had been and yet how far they were away. Bidding his brother good night, Sans trudged up to his room.

And another chapter done. This is not the end though... in fact it is only the start~ :)

Sadly no puns this chapter but they'll be back and (hopefully) better then ever.

What will happen next?~

Here's a clue it involves Michael Bay explosions, awesome stunts and PUNS~~~~~

Also i'm sorry if this chapter was sappy or anything i'm not the best at writing emotional stuff ':/

Anyhoo stay tuned for the next chapter~