Chapter Two: Sans
It took Frisk a good ten minutes to walk through the empty hallway.
When she reached the end, she opened yet another door.
Snow blew into Frisk's eyes, and she was almost blinded.
She saw a SAVEPOINT, and SAVED. She didn't want to have to escape Toriel again.
Frisk walked further down a path she saw laid out before her.
Frisk sat Flowey on the ground.
"You're better off without me," Frisk said, walking forward.
"W-wait! Frisk!" Flowey called out.
Frisk kept walking, though it pained her to do so. If she had kept Flowey, and they ran into trouble…
Frisk didn't want to think about it. However, she was completely alone with her thoughts, and she hated it, because now it was all she could think about.
"Why did I do this…" she muttered to herself as she walked forward.
A gentle crunching of snow followed each step she made.
She suddenly heard a loud crack behind her.
Frisk looked back, seeing nothing.
She continued onward, now terrified.
"I am going to die…" she kept repeating to herself, scared.
She took a deep breath.
Frisk soon came along a bridge.
There was barbed wire all over it.
"Oh no…" she murmured.
She suddenly heard crunching in the snow behind her.
Frisk turned around and saw… a skeleton?
He was grinning. The skeleton had one gold tooth. He was wearing a black jacket over a red sweater and black shorts with a yellow stripe down the side of both legs. The skeleton also had black sneakers with red laces. He was also a few inches taller than Frisk. The most odd thing, however, was that his left eye was glowing red.
"What's up?" he asked.
Frisk backed up, nearly hitting the barbed wire.
She scratched her sleeve on it.
"Oh golly," she said, getting her sweater off the barbed wire.
The skeleton chuckled.
"Don't you know how to greet a new pal? Come on, shake my hand," the skeleton said, holding out his hand.
Frisk hesitantly shook his hand.
She felt an electric jolt.
Frisk immediately retracted her hand.
"Ow!" she yelled.
"Heh. Joy Buzzer," he explained.
Frisk had half a mind to slap him, but didn't.
"The name's Sans," he added.
"Hello. My name's Frisk," Frisk replied.
"Frisk, eh? How old are you?" he asked, checking Frisk out.
"Eighteen…" she answered, confused.
"So Frisk, you wanna get Frisk-y?" Sans asked, laughing.
Frisk tried to stifle her laughter, but failed.
She started laughing.
"Finally. Somebody appreciates my master punning," he said, sounding accomplished.
Frisk turned around, looking at the barbed wire gate.
"Well, that's nice, but I'm probably gonna die here. So you won't have somebody appreciating it for long," Frisk pointed out, sitting down in the snow.
She looked at her worn black boots.
"I can get you across the gate," Sans said.
Frisk looked up at him.
"Really?" she asked.
Sans nodded, still grinning.
He looked a little less… threatening.
Frisk stood back up.
"How?" Frisk inquired.
Sans grabbed her hand.
"Hang on," he said.
Frisk's face turned red.
She'd never had anybody hold her hand.
They were suddenly on the other side of the gate.
Sans let go of her hand.
Frisk looked into the distance.
"Go hide behind those rocks, if you want to live," Sans said, pointing towards a pile of rocks.
Frisk quickly sprinted over to the rocks, hiding behind them.
She heard more snow crunch.
"Sans, did you see any humans?" a new voice asked.
"Not yet Pap- I mean, boss!" Sans said.
"Hmm… Alright. Curfew is in an hour, make sure everybody is in their homes. If they resist, kill them," the other voice ordered.
Snow crunched away from Sans and Frisk.
Frisk peeked out from the rock.
"It's safe, idiot," Sans growled.
Frisk stood up, putting her hands on her hips.
"Rude," she commented.
Sans shrugged.
"So, uh, where are you goin'?" Sans asked.
Frisk threw her arms in the air.
"Heck if I know," she said.
"Well, you'd better figure it out," Sans told Frisk, starting to walk away.
"Wait!" Frisk called out without a second thought.
She smacked her face.
"Hm?" Sans asked, looking over his shoulder.
Frisk walked over to him.
"Do you know somewhere I can stay?" she asked.
Sans began laughing.
"When it comes to finding somebody 'nice' here to lend you a room, you'd have a better chance of breaking The Barrier," Sans said, chuckling.
"What's 'The Barrier'?" Frisk asked.
"How the fuck don't you know what The Barrier is? It's what keeps us all down here," Sans explained.
Sans had a sudden thought.
"Hey, wait a minute. How'd you get past Toriel?" he asked.
"I ran," Frisk answered simply.
Sans got a better look at her face.
"Oh shit. It's you again. Heh. Tell you what, Frisk. Since I know what you're… capable… of. I'll let you sleep in the dog house," Sans offered.
"Thanks?" Frisk thanked.
Frisk began to walk past Sans.
He suddenly grabbed her wrist.
"Don't do what you did before… Or I'll make you wish you could die," Sans threatened.
He let go of Frisk's wrist.
She looked back at him, a little freaked out.
"How the hell do you know…" she muttered.
Sans shrugged.
"Oh shit, you don't know where I live. Here," Sans said, grabbing Frisk's wrist.
In the blink of an eye, they were in a town.
"It's behind that house," Sans said, taking his hand away and pointing at a snowy house.
"Scamper along now, Kitten," Sans told Frisk, waving his hand.
Frisk walked behind the house to see, indeed, there was a dog house.
It was slightly bigger than the size of Frisk's body.
Once she got inside of it, she thought about the skeleton.
"Asshole…" she muttered to herself.
Frisk eventually fell asleep, feeling entirely exhausted from her debacle with Toriel.
"Wake up, kitten," Sans said, kicking the doghouse.
Frisk jolted awake, and rubbed her head.
She crawled out of the doghouse, and stood up.
Frisk stretched.
"I need you to do something for me," Sans told Frisk.
Frisk rubbed her eye.
"What?" she asked.
"Catch," Sans said.
Sans suddenly summoned a glowing bone, and threw it at Frisk.
Frisk did as she was asked, and caught the bone.
"Ah! Fuck those are hot!" she said, dropping the bone.
The glow disappeared from the bone.
"Let's try again, this time, try not to drop it," he told Frisk.
He threw another bone at Frisk, which she also caught.
She held onto it, wincing.
"I'm doing this for your own good, Kitten. You're going to get killed otherwise. And I have my reasons for not wanting that," Sans said, grinning.
Frisk still held onto the bone.
"Holy shit, I was expecting you to have dropped that by now," Sans commented.
Frisk held tighter onto it, and smacked Sans over the head with it.
"Asshole," she said.
Sans rubbed his skull.
"Bitch," he replied.
Sans made the glow of the bone intensify.
It burnt Frisk's hands more and more.
Soon, it actually started to melt the snow around them.
Sans started to laugh.
Frisk suddenly noticed how sharp his teeth were.
She held on tighter to the bone, contemplating the option to smash Sans' teeth out.
Frisk suddenly snapped the bone in half from frustration.
Sans looked at the snapped in half bone.
He was slightly intimidated, but just laughed it off.
"Good enough. I'm going to Grillby's," Sans said.
Frisk sat down in the snow, shivering.
Sans rolled his eyes.
"Come on…" he said, frustrated.
Frisk quickly stood up.
Sans and Frisk walked to Grillby's.
When they got inside, Frisk saw something… very unwelcoming.