Your eyes cracked open and you groaned as if you were in serious pain. Well, you were about a minute go. Your vision was hazy, but your memory was still crystal clear. You died. Your legs were numb, mostly from sitting in the frozen snow, but they ached real bad. A sharp pain pulsated through your body as you tried to stand up, collapsing again and not even bothering to try get back up.

You heard footsteps echoing towards you. You lifted your head out of the snow to check the source and wearily opened your eyes once more. Your vision was still fuzzy, though that didn't stop you from distinguishing the irritated skeleton walking towards you.

"Heya." You couldn't move, no matter how desperately you tried. You could see your soul emanating from your chest – it glowed an ominous cobalt as you were planted into the ground.

A blue aura, a lighter blue than the one that encompassed your soul, surrounded you and held you tightly in place. You were lifted up as Sans held out his arm, moving his arm upwards as a gesture to raise you up.

The expression on his face… he was really not impressed. One of his eye sockets was black, and the other had a flicker of blue and yellow in it. He set you down and you took a step back, speechless, before he grabbed you even tighter than last time. It was excruciating, especially as he accidentally dug his bony fingers into the cuts that decorated all up your arm. You seethed and grimaced as you despised being touched.

"Stop…" you whimpered weakly. He let go as he saw your pained expression and stumbled backwards. He didn't mean to hurt you.

"Oh, sorry," he whispered. "So," he changed the subject, "you died and came back right here."

It took you a moment to realise that you were right back at the ruins entrance, right before you originally met Sans. What was even stranger was that he remembered you, even though you've gone back to before you met Sans.

"Why'd you do it, kid?"

Still speechless as the heavy weight of your blue coloured soul tried to force you to the ground.

"Why did you jump off the bridge?" He interrogated, this time more slowly and more irked.

"I don't want to be alive," you breathed out, refusing to even get a glimpse of his menacing eyes.

"Sorry, kid. I'm not gonna let that happen." He took a step forward. "Just come with me, I-I can help you." Then another one. "Please, kid. Don't do this to yourself." And another one. His words caught you off guard, why did he care? Finally, he reached you and wrapped an arm around you, dragging you back to reality out of your daze. You tried to protest, however a blue aura surrounded you once again as he hoisted you up onto his shoulder. You wanted to scream, you wanted to fight.

Everything around you changed within an instant. The blue aura disappeared, and your body felt light, there was no weight dragging down your soul. You expected a harsh landing, except… the area around you was soft… From the sudden movement, you violently coughed as your head spun like crazy. Darkness invaded your vision as you were enveloped with a dark, warm haven.

Your eyes opened, revealing an exhausted hazel. Pushing yourself up, you turn to look around the unfamiliar surroundings and found you were met with an absolute disaster. You tried to move. Nothing. As you became more aware, you remembered what happened. But where were you?

There was a weight on your arms and as you surveyed your immediate area, you realised you were wrapped up in a blue jacket with long, skeletal arms embracing you from behind. There was light snoring. He was sleeping? This could be your chance to go…

You tugged your arms lightly, but he wouldn't let go. You tried to slide your arms out - that seemed to work. Making sure to stop every so often to listen to Sans' breathing, you then started to unzip the coat every so often. The loud and painstaking zip noise frightened you whenever you stopped hearing the light snoring. You weren't sure if he were going to wake up any mo-

"You're up," Sans called behind you. Fuck.

His grip tightened back over your arms. "You're not going anywhere, kid. I have a few questions for you."

Everything changed again. This time you were sat around a table with some hot chocolate sat in front of you. Sans' jacket was still tightly wrapped around you and your arms, but the skeleton was now sat on the opposite end of the table.

"So," Sans started. White pupils starting right into your soul. "Let's start off simple." He wanted to give you the mercy you didn't deserve. "What's your name, kid?"

"…None of your business." You tried to remain cool without looking at him, instead you gazed down at the swirls that seemed worlds away from your reach.

He kept staring at you and it made you feel very… uncomfortable.

Time just kept passing without you or Sans saying a word. You couldn't deal with it any more. "Frisk." Your voice cracked up.

"I'm sorry, what?"

You cleared your throat, still not looking up at him. "My name is Frisk," you admitted again. You played around with the cut wounds, trying to open them with your nails under the protection and isolation of the ocean blue jacket.

"Frisk, heh." He winked at you, you couldn't really interpret what he meant by it. "What are you doing in the underground?" His tone was now stone cold.

"I don't know," you lied through your teeth and rolled your eyes. Sans responded with a heavy sigh.

"Strike one," he counted, holding up one finger.

You fiddled with your hands under the colossal, yet tight jacket. "I got lost and fell," you lied once more.

"Strike two, kiddo."

Perplexed, you pondered what the consequences would be. "And what's strike three supposed to be?"

He winked, silently, not answering the question.

"I," you started, weighing your options. What could he do to you that would possibly make things worse for you? Kill you? Hopefully. But maybe, he'd let you go if you answered it right. He's a monster after all. Why should he care?

You closely observed the expression on his face. He was really pissed off at you. "I.." Working up another lie, you fell chills crawling all the way down your back…

"I jumped. I wanted to die." You gasped in shock, did you really just tell him? His expression went from pissed to concern in a matter of seconds as you released your last statement. You knew you'd fucked up somewhere.