Chapter Five: Peace-Talker
"Wake up!" Sans yelled, kicking Frisk in her side.
She immediately woke up, clutching her side.
"Motherfucker!" she yelled.
"You rang?" Sans asked, laughing.
Frisk glared at him, but started laughing as well.
She reached out, grabbing Sans' ankle, and pulling on it.
Sans immediately fell over.
"Son of a bitch!" he shouted.
"You rang?" Frisk replied, laughing.
Sans suddenly tackled Frisk.
They began fighting, and because of this, neither of them heard the approaching footsteps.
"Oh for fuck's sake Sans! Not in my torture room!" Papyrus yelled.
Frisk was confused, but then realized what he meant.
Frisk pushed Sans away.
"We were just fighting," Frisk said, stretching, her cheeks pink.
"Mmm… Are you sure?" Papyrus asked.
Frisk suddenly noticed his left eye was glowing red as well.
"I guess all skeletons do that?" Frisk thought.
"Yes, I am completely sure," Frisk said, yawning.
She stood up, and looked to see if there was any damage to her clothes.
"God dammit Sans! You ripped my leggings!" Frisk said, noticing the gash in her leggings.
"What's the big deal?" he asked, standing up.
Frisk grabbed him by the collar of his coat.
"The 'big deal' is that I have no other clothes, dipshit!" Frisk yelled.
"Don't be startin' something!" Sans yelled back.
They glared at eachother, before Frisk let go of Sans' jacket, dusting herself off.
"Oh no, I forgot something, hold on," Frisk said, walking past Papyrus, and outside.
Frisk quickly found a savepoint, and saved.
She went back into the shed she had exited.
"Your 'torture room' is in a shed?" Frisk asked.
"Where else would I keep it?" Papyrus replied, as if Frisk was some kind of idiot.
Frisk rolled her eyes.
"Well if you two… gentlemen, will excuse me. I have to go look for a friend," Frisk said.
Sans snickered.
"Good luck finding one of those here…" he quietly murmured.
Frisk glared at him, and left.
She walked around Snowdin.
"Flowey!" she called out.
Frisk started walking toward the door again.
In the distance, she finally saw him, Flowey.
Frisk sprinted towards Flowey.
"Frisk!?" he asked.
Frisk picked Flowey up, embracing him in a hug.
"I thought you had been killed!" Frisk said, hugging him tighter.
"People tried… a lot. They kept calling me names, and tried to stomp on me. I was so scared," Flowey explained, hugging Frisk with his leaves.
Flowey suddenly screamed.
"That's the guy that tried to step on me!" he yelled.
Frisk turned around, and saw… Sans?
"Sans, what the… heck. What the heck!?" Frisk shouted.
"'Heck'?" Sans asked, before bursting into laughter.
"Flowey, cover your… ears? Cover whatever you use to hear," Frisk told Flowey.
Flowey did so.
"Sans you fuck! Why the hell did you step on Flowey?! It's a fucking flower! It can't hurt you!" Frisk yelled.
"It was being annoying. It kept asking 'Where's Frisk?'" he said.
"Well if it was looking for me, why the FUCK didn't you tell me!?" Frisk screamed.
Sans shrugged.
"I'm lazy," he said.
Frisk sighed, frustrated.
She took Flowey's leaves off his 'ears'.
"Let's go Flowey," she told him.
Frisk walked past Sans, holding Flowey in her hands.
"Oh come on, Kitten. Don't be like that!" Sans shouted.
"Why did he call you 'Kitten'?" Flowey asked.
Frisk shrugged.
Frisk walked back to her doghouse, and crawled inside with Flowey.
He, thankfully, could fit in the doghouse.
Frisk actually noticed something odd.
The doghouse seemed a bit bigger.
Frisk shrugged, thinking it was just her imagination.
"You've been living here? Why?" Flowey inquired.
"It was this, or a snow poff," Frisk said.
Frisk suddenly heard a knocking on the door to her doghouse.
She opened the door, seeing Sans sitting there.
"Look, Kitten, I'm sorry," Sans apologized.
Frisk raised an eyebrow.
Sans was… apologizing?
"If you say 'Sorry' to Flowey, I'll forgive you," Frisk told Sans.
Sans muttered something.
Flowey looked expectantly at Sans.
"I'm sorry…" he muttered.
"Good enough," Frisk said, crawling out of her dog house with Flowey.
"Come on, let's go in the house," Sans offered.
Frisk thought of how warm it'd be.
"Okay," she agreed.
"Just leave me out here. I wanna explore," Flowey said, smiling.
Frisk set Flowey down, telling him to return later.
"I will. Goodbye Frisk!" Flowey told Frisk, disappearing into the ground.
"You have weird friends," Sans noticed.
Frisk shrugged, walking with Sans.
They went inside Sans' house, and Frisk immediately felt warmer.
"Oh my God, it's so nice in here," Frisk said, relieved.
She looked around, noticing various things about the house.
The carpet was black, and the walls were red. There was a dark red couch sitting in front of a TV. The kitchen had knives everywhere, but other than that, it was a normal kitchen. The upstairs had no bar to keep people from falling to the first floor.
Frisk sat down on the couch.
Sans sat down next to her.
"What do you think of the place?" Sans asked.
"It's nice," Frisk lied.
She, honestly, was a little frightened.
Frisk yawned, stretching.
"Heh. Sorry, Kitten. Usually it's more exciting around here," Sans said.
A door suddenly slammed upstairs.
Frisk looked up.
"Saaaaans! God dammit! Did you steal my wallet!?" Papyrus yelled.
Sans chuckled.
Papyrus jumped from the second floor, lunging at Sans.
Sans grabbed Frisk's arm, and in a second, they were in the kitchen. Sans dropped her hand, chuckling.
Papyrus grumbled curse words, and looked around the room.
"Sans! You fuck, get out here!" Papyrus yelled.
Frisk glowered at Sans, and walked into the living room.
She pulled out a wallet.
"I took it from Sans' pocket when during the apparent teleportation," Frisk said, holding the wallet out for Papyrus to take.
Sans patted his pockets, and then loudly cursed.
Papyrus, who had a surprised expression on his face, took the wallet.
"Thank you human…" he mumbled, his cheeks turning red.
Frisk smiled.
Sans stomped over, crossing his arms, and stood next to Frisk.
"It was a sans-ational idea, I'll give you that," Frisk joked, peering over at Sans.
Sans' face lit up, and he bit his tongue, trying not to laugh.
Papyrus glared at Frisk.
"I was just starting to like you human…" he growled.
"You're such a bad liar, I can see right through you!" Frisk continued.
Sans shoved a hand to his mouth.
"That is not how you talk to your superior!" Papyrus shouted, standing tall.
"Put a little more backbone into enforcing that, tibia honest-" Frisk was cut off.
Papyrus grabbed her shoulders.
"No! No more puns!" he yelled.
Sans doubled over in laughter.
Frisk just smiled.
Papyrus let go, and dusted his hands off.
"I'm going upstairs," he grumbled, walking up the stairs, and into a bedroom that Frisk presumed was his.
Frisk walked over to the couch, and lied down, yawning more.
"Tired, Kitten?" Sans asked, grinning slightly less scarily than before.
Frisk nodded, and turned over on the couch.
"Heh. Alright," Sans said.
Frisk heard footsteps ascending the stairs, and the opening and closing of a door.
After a few moments of silence, Frisk fell asleep.