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I do not claim to own the original game nor its many AUs; as such Flowerfell, Echotale, or any other AU, but this plot and possible original characters/AU belong to me. Any famous songs, TV show/movies/books and manga names, and brands that are mentioned in this work belong to their rightful owners. This is purely for fun and my inner fangirl.
© Willa Field
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12:
Once Upon a December
Sans and Frisk
(Third POV)
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Once again, as she slept, Frisk was placed in the darkness from the dream she had the week before, but this time the brunette knew it was much different. The air wasn't heavy or sad, it was more like the first memory she regained, light and comfortable.
For one thing, when she looked down, she found that she was dressed in a blue dress, and when she let her gaze roam the surroundings, she realized she was back in the Judgment, the sweet smell of flowers twirling around her as she took a step forward.
And, she felt like she wasn't alone, someone was watching her with loving eyes.
Frisk licked her lips, a gesture she did to calm her racing heart since she was a nervous infant, and she moved her blue eyes to the long hall.
Like the last time, Frisk was expecting to see another confrontation like before, but there was it was empty; save the sound of steady footsteps echoing towards her. Frisk couldn't help but smile because she knew who it was.
After all, this was her mind. There was no one else it could be but her sister, the former Demon of the Monsters. The voice in her mind that slowly became one of her new comforts:
"Hello sister, it's good to see you. Are you ready for this crazy ride?" She questioned in a teasing tone, her bloody red eyes coming into view. Since the beauty experienced them once before, they weren't as scary as they were, in fact, they were comforting. They were like finding an old friend after years of thinking she was alone.
"I'm as ready as I'll ever be, to be honest. I'm a bit nervous. What am I going to see?"
She stepped to meet her halfway, the nervous shaking had gotten worse with each step she took. She knew that, if she was here, she was going to remember another piece of the life buried deep within her, and that scared her a little.
Last time she remembered something, she almost had a panic attack from the cruel memory. She wasn't too keen to experience that again, even if she knew she had to.
The other brunette sighed as she crossed her arms across her chest, her green sweater bunched around her wrapped arms; trying to think of what to say to soothe the smaller brunette's worries, but she figured the truth would be the best thing. Chara didn't want to coddle her, she had a feeling her little sister would hate it from her after she got it from the others all day:
"Well, I'm not going to tell you that you won't like it, some won't be pretty, but they would be amazing. Some would kill you, I'm sorry to say, but others will give you hope. And I'll be right there by your side all the way, baby sister, don't worry."
Frisk smiled slightly at Chara's gentle bluntness before she sighed through her nose, both stealing herself and calming her heart as she closed her eyes for a beat. Then, she let a breath go, opening her blues, and gave a firm nod as her eyes moved to meet blood red eyes with a sure grin spread across her lips.
"Alright then, well, how do we start?" Chara's rubies sparkled with pride before the other brunette stepped back and revealed the blackness slowly clawing to them.
Both sisters shivered uncomfortable and fearful, but the older woman knew she needed to be the brave one in this situation as the growing darkness clawed like a careful kitten coming to its master, and she smiled her best smile while she stretched out to her before she nodded as her whisper bounced off the darkening walls:
"Just close your eyes and your mind will take over, memories are easy when you free up your mind."
Frisk took in a breath to calm herself again, her heart finally slowed, and she lifted a hand to meet Chara's. As she tightly held onto her sister's hand, she tried to block the clawing fear in her gut while her eyes closed to the fading Judgment Hall.
But, the fear grew harder to ignore when a strange wind began to play with her long braid. What will she see? Or a better question, would she want to see another nightmare?
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The day was bright, even for the Underground, and the long-forgotten voices of the EchoFlowers swirled on the wind as a little brunette girl ran giddily through the fields of Waterfall, a giggle bubbling from her throat.
He was going to catch her, she squealed at the thought before she peeked over her shoulder.
A flash of white fueled her hurried breaths as she pushed forward, not wanting to get caught and tickled until she peed herself. Sans was the worst when it comes to playful fights, but that's why young Frisk loved him so much:
"Come on, kiddo, just give up! The great tickle monster always gets its prey."
He always made it fun, being babysat. And after he caught her, which he almost always did, they always cuddled before her parents picked her up.
That was the Angel's favorite thing in the two worlds, being in his cold but loving arms. She didn't exactly know why she felt so safe with the skeleton who once threatened her in the same breath that he promised to keep her safe, but she knew she could trust Sans no matter what.
And it helped that her adoptive mother vowed the male would never hurt her. Toriel said the skeletal monster had feelings for that ran so deep, that she doubted they would go away anytime soon while talking to her papa:
That was why the only ones her loving but strict parents trusted with her were The SkeletBrothers and Alphy. It wasn't like they didn't trust the other two, they knew they both loved Frisk, but Mettaon and Undyne are a bit too intense when Asgore and Toriel give them a chance.
The bomb incident proved them right to worry and from there on, the young princess was in the care of her 'uncles' and aunt when her parents were away or working. Now Frisk was spending the day with Sans as the others prepared to move into the outside world after the Angel broke the barrier.
Young Frisk was slightly worried about the humans being cruel to her people, or worse, her birth parents would fight for the rights they clearly gave up a long time ago, but the others reassured the fearful girl that no one would hurt them or her again. She was safe and she saved them.
But, their soothing words did nothing to shush her worries. Frisk didn't want to see her family in any pain.
"Got yah!" Hit her ear before she was tackled to the grassy ground, a squeal spilled from her lips as the tickling attack began. Sending the worries and fears away for another day:
Sans was a thorough tickler, much to the little girl's dismay and delight, and he left no exposed skin untouched with a heartedly laugh while the little beauty both squealed and squeaked, her way to plead him to stop; but the sounds only encouraged his playful attacks. It was too fun to stop then.
Sans enjoyed these times, where no anger ruled his soul and only love was there. He loathed having to fight, even though he had no choices but fight her sometimes, but the male didn't know when the guilt began.
The Angel was still young enough to fold under Chara's false helpful attitude, the skeleton had to stop her; if it had to be over and over, so be so. But, lately, over the timelines, the fighting became harder and harder to do.
Seeing her smiling at him after he pierced her heart would send tears to his sockets, the wounds would break his soul into tiny pieces. Sans knew this was needed, but as time went on, Frisk's power over him grew and his hatred faded.
He was worried about the next timeline because Sans knew there would be yet another one, but for now, the male wanted just to enjoy this time with her.
Right now, Frisk was his sweet child, not the naive girl who folds under Chara's cruel influence in the hopes to free everyone. Right now, Sans wasn't the judge, but just a good duncle who was starting to love this bright and determined soul.
He didn't know why, but he knew he would protect and make her smile in the moments they weren't enemies. He would love her for as long as he could.
With that thought in mind and after a bit more tickling, the pair laughed before Sans scooped the small girl into his arms and crushed her to his chest as they laid back in the tall grass, peppering small kisses to her face:
"You are worrying again, aren't you, kiddo?"
At that, she chewed her lip nervously. Frisk should've known he would tell that her mind was filled with worried thoughts about their future on the Surface. She couldn't really hide anything from the skeleton, but the girl always would try to in worry that he would try everything in his power to slay her fears and worries. Even if it meant putting himself in harm's way to ensure her safety.
And that's the last thing Frisk ever wanted. If the beauty lost him or if anything would happen to him, she knew she wouldn't go back to herself. Even at such a young age, the girl knew that she would forever change, she knew he was the most important person in her.
But, she also knew lying to him wasn't feasible, so with a deep breath, the girl lifted her hands and they began their jittery dance:
'Just a bit, it's just my parents. What if they try to take me back after learning I'm alive?'
"They won't, Frisk. We won't let them."
'But—' The monster laid his hands on hers, gently pushing them to her lap before she had the opportunity to finish.
"No butts, Frisk. You are a part of the family and they won't take you from m—us." He paused to clear his throat, looking away to hide the building bluish blush. He almost slipped again.
She was only twelve, for the stars' sakes, he couldn't say something like that to her right now. However, as the days go on, his possessiveness and protectiveness over the beautiful pre-teen were growing harder to control:
A touch to his shoulder woke him from his thoughts, his eye-sockets returning to her worried expression, and he smiled soothingly as he stroked her hand before sighing deeply and continuing:
"They hurt you, sweetie, your parents and I can't let you go back to them. You are very important to us, kid, and we'll do anything to protect you."
After that, he relished the feeling of her warm forehead against his cooler one, the warmth soothed his own fears. But, the small flower's fears just grew fiercer as she moved her hands again slowly, biting her lip.
'Maybe it'd be better if I went back or died, you wouldn't have to worry about me—'
"DON'T SAY THAT!" He growled deeply, grabbing the girl and moving her to his lap so they were eye to eye. He had to get through her, to get that terrible thought out of her sweet, innocent mind before she acts on it.
Before they lose her and she had to do this again. Sans knew that the young princess and the rest of the big family would've to reset again once her natural life ended, leading to another world or worse, a path that ends with him going head to head with her twisted twin.
But, right now, he knew she needed a normal life and with that thought in her head, she wouldn't have that.
"Frisk, listen to me, you don't deserve that. You are the most beautiful thing I ever have laid my eyes on. But if you go back, they will destroy you and that break my heart. Please, please don't ever think about going back or killing yourself again, you'll kill me too." Sans whispered sadly, his blue power was dimly glowing as the emotions grew within him. She didn't know just how much she means to him.
As that statement hit her ears, tears began to fall from her eyes; hating she caused her beloved duncle so much pain just by uttering that statement. She just wanted to move on and never think about this conversation again, just the happy moments in the near future. So, she steadily nodded as her hands danced in the air:
'I'm sorry, Sans. I just don't want to burden or something you have to worry about. I love you and I want to be strong like you are.'
"Kid, you are strong. Stronger than any human or monster! You just have to see that." That statement earned him a very unlady-like snort before her hands moved fast in a snappy response:
'I know you love me, Sans, but I am nothing like you. You are brave, strong, and aren't afraid of anything. How am I strong?'
Sans sighed, leaning his forehead against hers, wishing she could see through his sockets to find why everyone loves her so much as he whispered softly. He was afraid that if he was any louder, the moment would be broken.
"You are wrong, I am afraid of one thing. Losing you."
Frisk softened as his phalanges traced her skin, all the doubts faded from her heart while a strange but wonderful warmth rushed through her veins.
She didn't know she believed him, but Frisk knew that he loved her. And, oddly, she felt that was enough to be herself fully. His love, along with her family, was enough to piece herself back together after years of her birth parents breaking her down.
With a small smile placed on her tiny, full lips, and that that thought on her mind, Frisk lifted her hand to touch his cheek and nodded slowly. Her hands held the promise of her love.
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The blue-eyed ten-year-old cautiously moved down the path, her arms wrapped around her stomach to protect herself from the cold as she looked out for angry monsters. Frisk wasn't ready to fight just yet, mama took a lot of energy out of her.
But, Frisk didn't mind. Mama Toriel was just worried about her; the thought of her little girl being on her own with so many unpredictable monsters after her and her soul, she wanted to make sure that the little beauty could handle herself while she traveled to the King.
If she had to show her beloved mother she could take care of herself, then she would, but in her own way. She wouldn't hurt any monster, knowing the pain of being treated badly just because what you are. She wanted to show them the mercy they were denied from the ancient humans that locked them away from the sun. And maybe, just maybe, she will make some friends finally.
Frisk wouldn't listen to Flowery's cruel words or the whisperings in her head, she will never become like them; the ones that abused and teased her on a daily basis. She never would become a bully.
As if shocking her out of the rushing thoughts, Frisk finally could feel a cold wind danced against her skin as she moved her eyes slowly to the exit of the forest, walking onto the snowy path. The darkness of the forest surrounded her for a couple beats before she stumbled m into a comforting familiar scene. Has she been before?
The cold wrapped around her like a comforting blanket as she looked around, trying to place the snowy scenery from a former memory, but came up short. However, the familiar feeling slowly grew stronger, sending her heart into a giddy and nervous dance as she moved down the path:
A few moments of trying to calm herself, the brunette looked up to find she was standing in front of a town's entrance, the snow dusting the wood of the stand and the ground.
The sight sent her heart into another nervous fit, a feeling of nervousness but excitement crept through her veins. Frisk didn't know how, but she knew that in the nameless town, she would change; her life would.
In that town, she knew that she loved for who exactly she was and not the mold she tried to fit into. She would be allowed to be the real Frisk, someone that no one ever really cared to get to know. Until now.
Frisk sighed softly at the thought, slowly taking in the familiar surroundings as she waited. The beauty didn't know what she was waiting for or who, and the excitement grew as the minutes passed, the mystery great to the beautiful flower.
What awaited her in the alleyways and the paths of the town with the sparkling lights? The young child didn't know, but she couldn't wait to find the answer, couldn't wait to see what the future would bring. What she would become.
She smiled at that thought as she stepped forward, her fingers dancing across the shelf of the empty station before she heard footsteps echoing to her. She turned her head to the sound but found nothing.
Her brows furrowed as she walked further down the snow-dusted path, her eyes bouncing over the scene for the culprit:
Then the wind carried a statement to her as it played with her reddish-brown strands:
"Hey, kiddo, don't you know how to greet a new pal?"
Holding back her short hair, the beautiful flower turned her head quickly, finding a skeleton standing at her back. At first glance, the girl was afraid before the voice sent her in a calm state mixed with shock, her eyes widening as she turned fully to the male monster.
Moments later, time came to a stop as a blue pupil, the other empty, met bluish violet ones.
The nameless monster smiled sweetly as the wind blew his blue hooded jacket, a loving expression laced to his sharp features, making them look softer, as he gently urged her forward with his head:
"Go ahead, I won't bite. Shake an old monster's hand?"
She shyly reached her hand towards his, meeting it and soon after, a fart-like sound rung out the air; making the girl jump in surprise before she dropped the hand.
The skeleton let a laugh out as she blinked at him, watching him lift the hand to show a whoopee cushion nestled in his palm while a wider grin formed on his face.
"The old whoopee cushion in the hand trick, it never gets old."
At that statement, a smile found its way onto her face as Frisk tucked a few of wild strands behind her ear, shyly peeking at the nameless skeleton. They grew silent, just staring at each other, the girl never knowing that the male missed her so deeply as she let her eyes roam over him:
For a skeleton, he was handsome. Breathtaking handsome, actually, truly beautiful. He looked as if he were the angel of Death from ancient mythology, and his empty eye-sockets, they held such gentleness that she almost wondered if he was an angel sent to her to protect her from danger.
She giggled at the childish thought before she saw him smile gentler at her as kept looking him over. Besides the gentleness they held, his eyes also held wisdom that someone shouldn't have, but that wisdom made them look kind and warm. Despite being half empty, the sole blue pupil reminded the flower of a calm ocean. She felt at ease as she stared into his eyes.
Yes, the angel was deadly handsome, she was sure that if he was on the surface, women would easily fall in love with him upon one look. Human or not, they would.
And that thought broke her heart, even at such a young age. It was a confusing thing for the beautiful little girl:
She sighed as she shook her head to free herself from those depressing thoughts before she saw his hand move to his neck, seemingly nervous as he laughed softly.
"Anyways, I'm Sans; Sans The Skeleton. I'm supposed to watch out for humans, but I don't feel like capturing you. But my brother, on the other hand, is a human-hunting fanatic. Don't worry, though, he is a giant cinnamon roll. Say, won't you help me? See, my bro has been down for a while but meeting a human will make his day. Will you meet him for me?"
Frisk bit her lip, slightly unsure, but she did want to help him. She didn't know why, but the skeleton started a fire to make not only him happy, but the people in his life as well. She just wanted to be close to him, friends maybe?
But, why?
With that question in her mind, she slowly nodded while her hands formed questions before Sans chuckled.
"Come on, follow me, sweetheart."
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A gasp escaped Frisk's lips, her eyes snapping open as the memory faded into the darkness.
Was that the first memory she made? The first time she met Sans?
For a moment, the young woman steadied her breaths, calming her heartbeats before she moved her blues to the other brunette with curious eyes. Her limbs were shivering slightly with nerves as her mouth formed the question she wanted to know the most about:
"Was that my first memory, my first run?" Her answer was only a sigh; as if Chara wasn't sure how to answer through words.
But she knew her sister needed a real answer, something to stop her swirling mind. What should she say though? Whatever she said, the swirling would get worse, creating, even more, questions for her. She sighed softly, rubbing her neck nervously before she closed her eyes as the reddish brunette turned to Frisk; her tongue flicking over her lips:
"Yes and no, hun, but I can't say much about it. I'm sorry, but I can't. It's coming back, Frisk, close your eyes."
Frisk hpmed, getting tired of being in the darkness once again, but obeyed as the bitter wind began to dance around her body.
But, it didn't quiet the fear growing in her chest again. Because Frisk had a feeling the next memories wouldn't be so tame. She had a horrible feeling that she was going to see a real nightmare.
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Her breath came out as heavy pants as she stood still in front of the growling skeleton, but despite the hot tears streaming down from her eyes and the pain echoing throughout her body, she still gave him a gentle smile.
There they were again, unable to escape this horrible fate. Always to fight, but feelings light sat in their chest never to be spoken, and tears always to be shed as he did his job. However, this time, she locked Chara away:
Frisk was willing to accept her well-deserved punishment, in fact, the brunette has been for a while now, but no matter how loud she screamed; Chara could just laugh her cruel laugh and carried on with her sick plans.
Not this time, the flower refused to fight Sans one more time.
Every time, she would become more and more disgusted by her actions, being controlled or influenced by Chara, she didn't care. She still did those horrible things, no matter what her reasons were. Frisk was still a murderer. It was a fitting punishment for her, to be killed by the one she loved the most, the one she hurt the most.
But, he didn't move. He just held a glowing hand up against her and tears in his sockets. One was glowing bright and angry blue against the black as his scowl grew. He seemed to be waiting for her to move, his sockets were glued to the bloody knife in her hand, but she just continued to smile tenderly.
"Why aren't you fighting!? Fight me, you dirty brother killer!" The skeleton growled out, trying to keep the anger in his soul, but that smile made it harder to be angry but saddened instead as her small voice filled the Hall:
"I'm sorry, Sans, I'm so sorry. I just wanted to make everyone happy, but I screwed everything up. Kill me."
"Frisk…." Sans whispered brokenly, his power faltered while he realized it was her. His Frisk.
Not again, the male cried in his mind. He didn't want to dance this dance again, he didn't want to watch as the light fade from her beautiful eyes as his bone pierced her heart. He didn't want to lose her again, but if Sans didn't do something soon….
…Sans would've watched the Demon take over and he would lose her anyway.
Which was better, killing her now as Frisk or later as Chara? His answer came as a pleading shout, bringing his sockets back on the struggling beauty in front of him:
"Do it, Sans! I can't hold Chara back much longer! Do—"
Her words faded sharply as she felt a white-hot pain growing from her chest, blood flying from her mouth. She looked down to see a blue bone coming from her left breast and she smiled, falling into his waiting arms. Her fight was over, he had granted her wish. For a while, she was going to be free.
But, at a high price. Sans' happiness, the one thing she was fighting for.
She opened her eyes, loving the feel of his arms around her raging body, reaching up to clean her best friend's tears as she mumbled apologies and soothing words with a somewhat faded but smile. She wanted to take away every bit of his pain, but it was impossible, she knew that.
He didn't make it easier, though, when he grabbed ahold her wandering hand, keeping it on his cheek tenderly, as he whispered lovingly into her while the blood continued to leak down her chin and the light from her body:
"I'm so sorry, kid. I tried so hard to keep this from happening, but I guess big Sansy is still too weak. My baby bones…..I'm sorry."
More tears fell on her cheeks, mixing with her own, as her fingers shook with both pain and sadness while they traced the curve of his smooth cheek. She hated that she only brought him pain when all she ever wanted was to see him truly happy. Maybe she should just disappear this time, maybe…
Sans seemed to know what was going through her mind, just by looking into her blues, sending a growl rumbling between their close bodies as he placed his forehead against her cold skin.
He had to make sure she heard this, had to stare into her beautiful eyes one more time before she faded from his view once again..
The brunette young beauty gasped at her beloved friend's next words, not expecting those words from him, smiling in awe as she felt her body turn numb:
"Oh, Frisk, don't you know, beautiful? If you disappear, we'll be lost, I will be lost." In that whisper, the love and truth rung true.
Her smile faintly grew, clinging to him while she nodded into his chest. Her tears wetted his white shirt and blue hoodie, blood mixed with the salty liquid as a raspy whisper filled the bright walls:
"Me too, Sans." This was the last words from his beloved before the Hall faded into an eerie silence. Her body finally stilled as time went, her arms falling to her sides before Sans pleaded with her:
"Please, don't go, my Baby Bones. My sweetheart." But, no movements answered his pleads. Just a silence that crushed his soul under its weight, sending him into sobs as he clung to her.
Soon, Sans was sitting in silence as silent sobs shook his body, Frisk's stilled body was cuddled close on his lap as he rocked her slowly and hummed to deaf ears, but he didn't care. He didn't know why, however, this brought him some comfort.
"I will find you, sweetheart. I will find you again."
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A gasp ripped from her throat as she bolted up, her eyes opened to the beautiful meadows of Waterfall. It was over, she thought relieved before she sighed deeply, for now.
Frisk knew there were more to learn, but she was thankful for a break as she stood from the makeshift bed of grass the boys made for her and tiptoed to a field of EchoFlowers before sitting in front of one:
After their talk, Sans and Asriel decided that it was time to move on. And the flower knew, on this path to the King, she would get more memories. She was both excited and afraid about that, knowing they weren't all be nice and pretty. She knew this, but…
….She wasn't expecting to see Sans killing her just yet. It rocked her to her core, even though she knew it was coming since the second memory.
I'm sorry, Frisk, I'm so sorry.
Frisk smiled small, shaking her head to reassure her that she was okay, staring at the flower as she reached out to caress the soft petals; Chara wanted to say more, but the reddish brunette figured she should just leave her alone with her thoughts.
She had a lot to progress.
Frisk sighed deeply, drawing her hand back and placing it on her lap before she closed her eyes. She didn't know why she was going to this, but she was talking before she realized it. She had to get this off her chest before the boys woke up. Especially Sans.
She needed to, and carefully, her voice came out as a nervous whisper, her eyes darting around as the words fell from her mouth:
"Hey, Sans, I don't know why I'm doing this, but I guess the dreams are getting to me. How? I don't know, really, I just know one thing for sure…"
Her whisper faded, even though just for a long moment, while she closed her eyes again to steal herself before continuing; a smile forming on her lips without her knowing.
"No matter how many times we do this, no matter how many times we have to fight or how many times you kill me, I'll remember you. I'll always fall in love with you. I have a feeling we were meant to be."
And it was true. Frisk didn't really understand how she came to that conclusion, but she couldn't deny it. As her voice repeated those words, they became real, and a joyous smile cracked through the stringing tears. Her heart knew it all along, but the flower couldn't make the doubtful thoughts disappear from her mind. They blocked Frisk from listening to what really mattered, her heart and soul.
Being doubtful is horrible, she thought with a deep sigh as she stood, leaving the quiet echoing behind her as she worked her way down the path a bit.
Be careful, don't go too far. The boys would freak if you got lost. Chara's voice sounded in her mind while Frisk's soft footsteps bounced off the cave's walls. The flower smiled as she came to a stop in front of a lone statue.
I won't.
With that, the flower was alone again, staring at the lonely statue, saddened by the aged look of it from the droplets of rain escaping from above. She was sure that it could be beautiful if it was protected, so she searched with her eyes for something to cover the sad thing. After a few, she found a ban with unused umbrellas and grinned satisfied, putting one over the statue's stone head, unknowingly triggering a soft melody to hum alive around the young princess.
Her eyes grew wide, recognizing the melody from a long-ago dream, as she brushed the smooth stone with cautious fingers:
"This song…where have I heard it before?" Frisk's hoarse whisper questioned no one, her awe growing as the song went on and on.
It sounded like a lullaby she heard in a dream, soothing her fear before she faded to the day. Whenever Frisk heard it, she felt strong.
Just like when….
"Baby doll?"
Frisk yelped at the sudden voice, spinning around to see Sans standing there, and a burning blush formed on her face as she stood to face him.
"Are you okay, dove?"
'I'm fine, Sans, I just had another dream.' She nodded fast as she signed, trying to school her expression as she sent a silent prayer that he didn't catch the echoing from the flower as he went to find her.
But, if he did, he hid it well while he rushed forward to develop her into a tight embrace.
"You scared the death out of me, baby girl. And I'm already a skeleton, heh. You know better than to wander off without me or As."
She bit her lip, raising her hands to sign an apology between them. The handsome male breathed through his nasals, chuckling before he placed a tender kiss on the tip of her nose:
"Your adventurous nature is going to kill me one of these days. Come on, sweetheart, let's get you back to bed. We have a long day tomorrow." He scooped the blushing flower in his arms bridal-style and moved back to their camp, laying her down and once again, he kissed her temple.
"Goodnight, sweetheart."
She smiled softly, nodding as she watched him move to his own spot, the words still were echoing inside of her mind.
Her blush grew as she shut her blues tightly, hoping that the skeleton will never find out before she was ready as sleep took over her once again, thankfully dreamless this time.
But, as she slept, she didn't know that her skeleton was freaking out. She didn't know that he was listening. And she didn't know how ecstatic the flower just made him.
-.-.-.-.-
Sans stared up at the sparkling ceiling, a blazing blush taking hold of his cheeks, with his hands under his head. He knew he wasn't going back to sleep anytime soon, not after what he overhead, so the skeleton just let his mind run wild:
When he woke to find Frisk's bed empty, he panicked a bit before he ran to the meadow, where he found Frisk kneeling next to an EchoFlower; whispering softly as a breathtaking smile formed across her lips. His jaw fell to the ground as he ducked behind a tree.
Sans couldn't believe what she was saying, her words sending his soul ablaze as he listened and slipped down the tree:
"No matter how many times we do this, no matter how many times we have to fight or how many times you kill me, I'll remember you. I'll always fall in love with you. I have a feeling we were meant to be."
Those words sent the yellow tint over his face, a hand over his mouth to keep the gasp burning up his throat to escape back. She remembered, no matter how little, she remembered that she loved him. She remembered that she was meant for him. That brought a grin to his teeth.
He wanted to rush out to his sweet girl and kiss her senseless, but Sans held back; knowing it might scare into a monster's trap or Gaster's cruel arms.
However, the desire burned intensely in his chest so strong, it almost overran his rational side; the strong side. The side he always thought would win out, but for the first time in his life, he was worried that it wouldn't.
When she walked to the Waterfall's music box, the ancient skeleton took that time to wrestle down the burning feeling and calmed his wiggling soul before he went to get her, his delight well-hidden, but his soul was jumping to dance with her own:
Coming out of his head, Sans turned onto his side, staring at her beautiful slumbering face and smiled tenderly while he brushed a few stray strands out of her face, careful not to wake her when another sharp pain came from his chest. He knew it was his soul.
He could still feel his restless soul bouncing around in his chest, fighting to bond with Frisk's beautiful red soul against Sans' hold. He grunted through the struggle as he closed his sockets, trying to focus on controlling his wild soul.
"Come on, buddy, she isn't ready. Soon, but not now. Please, calm down." Sans whispered through clenched teeth, clenching his sweater to cage his soul in.
But, it fought against him every step of the way. Thankfully, he won in the end as it calmed down, for the time being anyway, and the pain slowly faded. He could breathe steadily and he was thankful.
He looked over at his sweetheart once more, smiling as his eyes fluttered closed, sleep finally taking him again. His hand unknowingly grabbed hers as he fell into dreams of twins with her eyes and his cocky grin.
One day, they would have freedom from the curse and she would be his, safe and happy. He would make sure of it.
He would make that Gaster would never haunt their lives again. He would break the curse, one way or other.
But, he didn't know the high price the male will have to pay to cure the pain. The price would cause his beloved endless agony.