What He Deserves

Frisk shudders, he knows Sans is there, but he keeps walking. He can hear the footsteps behind him, but he keeps walking. He gets to the gate and he stops, shivering violently. The footsteps behind him continue and he closes his eyes, clenching his fists. Guilt begins to rise in his body as the footsteps stop. He swallows hard as that familiar voice speaks, "Human. Is that any way to greet a new pal? Turn around, and shake my hand."

Frisk opens his eyes and slowly turns around. He sees the familiar skeleton that's barely taller than he is in that familiar blue sweater. Frisk gasps as the sweater suddenly has a huge, bleeding cut across it. He looks up at Sans's face and the eye sockets are black as death as he's smiling blood trickles down his chin. Sans holds out a bloody palm to Frisk. Frisk just stares at the skeleton as the guilt continues to build. Sans tilts his head, watching as Frisk's eyes become extremely wide, The kid looks like he might throw up.

Sans sighs and drops his hand, "So much for breaking the ice. Gee, lady, you sure know how to pick 'em."

"Are you.. M-messing with me..?" Frisk's voice is thick, like he's being choked.

Sans shakes his head, "What would I be messing with you about, kid?"

Images of Sans sending blasters and bones at Frisk flash every time Frisk blinks. He shudders and looks away from Sans, I can't take it. If I keep looking at him, I'll go crazy. Sans sighs and shakes his head, "Can't even look me in the face, huh? And here I thought we could start all over. Maybe be friends again?"

Frisk wraps his arms around himself, "You do remember.. Everything I did.."

Sans nods and sticks his hands in his pockets, "I do. Heh, I remember how I let it all happen, too. You know, I could have stopped you the moment I saw you kill your first snowbound monster, but I didn't. I remembered then, too. That you didn't hurt anyone the first time."

Fisk winces, staring at the snow between his feet, "Sans.. I.. I don't know if it'll mean anything.. But.. I.. I'm.. S-sorry.."

"Sorry? You said that, too, when we were fighting. Heh, but I didn't care. You said 'sorry' but you didn't look sorry at all." Sans replies, "You see why I'm having trouble believing you?"

"I meant it.. Then.. And now.." Frisk replies, "I regret everything I did, all the dust I left all across the Underground.. I wasn't.. Completely myself.. I'm not.. Going to say I had no blame.. Have.. No blame.. But.. It wasn't.. All me.." Frisk replies, "I really.. Just want to make things right now.."

"That so?" Sans winks at him, "That, I believe. Though, I am curious about something."

"What?" Frisk spares at glance at Sans, and he winces, looking away again. The guilt rises again, nearly choking him.

"You came to be a pacifist again, right?" Sans asks.

Frisk nods and Sans shrugs, "So why don't you look happy about it?"

Frisk shudders, "Sans.. I.."

"Yeah, kid?" Sans raises a nonexistent eyebrow.

Frisk takes a deep breath, "Chara, the demon that.. Helped me kill everyone.. She.. Has my soul.. So.. I.. Don't feel anything.. Except guilt.. Deadly guilt.."

Sans's eyes widen, "No kidding? How did that happen?"

"I.. Wanted to bring you all back.. So.. She took my soul in return.. Because.. She destroyed this world.. A Reset wouldn't do anything.." Frisk replies, shaking violently.

Sans frowns, "I see.. That's rough.. I'd like to say you deserve it, but.. Losing your soul.. Man.. So, the last thing you felt was regret for this world?"

Frisk nods and Sans sighs again, "I see why that's all you can feel now. Though.. Not having a soul is kind of a problem. How can you break the barrier, kid?"

Frisk shakes his head, "I'm.. Not sure.."

Sans takes a few steps and rests his hand on Frisk's shoulder, "We'll figure something out. Besides, staying here might not be so bad, you know? Got to say, it took you a very long time to get past the Ruins. You really took your time, huh?"

"You don't.. Understand.. What my guilt does to me.." Frisk turns away from Sans, "I'm not ready to face the rest of the Underground, I'm not ready to face you, I wasn't even ready to face Toriel, but.. Here I am.. I have to get past these fears, this guilt. There's no way to get rid of the guilt, I know that, but.."

"Hey.." Sans sticks his hands in his pockets again, "Don't beat yourself up, too much, kid. It's a new time. Let's start over, make it right again."

Frisk looks at Sans now, eyes wide, "Sans.. I don't even know if I still have my Determination."

Sans's eyes widen again, "Wow.. Um.. That could be a problem. If you die here, without Determination, you could die for real. There'd be no coming back."

Frisk swallows and looks away from the bleeding skeleton, "I know.. And I'm scared.. I don't deserve to be scared.. But I am.."

Sans closes his eyes, "I don't know what to say to you, kid. Just.. Hang in there."

Sans opens his eyes and shrugs, "Come on, I've got to meet with Papyrus. Go hide behind that conveniently-shaped lamp."

Sans smirks and Frisk glances at him, barely looking above the skeleton's neck. He still sees the bleeding cut, but not looking at Sans's eyes makes the guilt numb slightly. Frisk runs past Papyrus's gate and hides behind the lamp just as Papyrus walks over, shouting, "Sans! Have you found a human yet?!"

Sans winks at Papyrus, shrugging, "Hey, this cool lamp might help you. Wanna have a look?"