Okay, just a few things before you start reading, guys:

In the memories, Frisk is female because she is female in this AU, that doesn't mean she wasn't male or other in their original AUs, she is just seeing herself as she is now.

And I know the first memory isn't how Error became to be, it just is my idea. Please don't hate me if you don't like that.

Thirdly, there are more memories to show. I don't want to rush things, but they are so fun to show!

Disclaimer:

I do not claim to own the original game nor its many AUs; as such Flowerfell and Echotale, or other AUs are mentioned, 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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14:

Remember When…?

Frisk and Gaster

(Third POV)

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The young girl shivered at the bitter cold, the tears she had shed about leaving goat mom behind still sat on her red cheeks. It was always difficult to leave Toriel, no matter how many times she had done this.

But the girl knew she had to go, she wanted to give the monsters back their freedom. The innocent soul wanted to show her new mother the real stars.

She wanted to show all the monsters their beauty and that humans weren't all evil, but she didn't have any luck yet. She shivered deeply, but this time, it wasn't the cold.

Frisk, the seventh fallen human, didn't know what she could do now at seven, but she felt she have to do something to help the Monster Race. The voice in her head and the flower both told her it was kill or be killed as they always did in the Underground, however, was that really true?

She obeyed their orders many times, but they didn't get her what she desired. They only gave her pain and she relived the looks of betrayal on her friends' faces. The worst was Sans, his face was the one that starred the most in her nightmares.

As the wind gently played with her bob, her heart hammered at the memory of her nightly nightmares. Flashes of all her mistakes, making the lost girl want to do better; to make the skeletal judge proud. She wanted to make him smile at her once again, like before:

But it was too late.

"Hey, kiddo, I'm sorry…..but I have to do this."

While the howling wind carried that sad statement, a pain stabbed at her chest and her beautiful eyes went wide as they moved down, seeing three bones sticking out from her upper body.

A silent scream bubbled from her throat with blood, the thick red liquid rolled down her chin as she fell to her knees, not sure what happened when pink slippers came into view, and her heart sank heavily. She knew those slippers too well:

Her vision was blurry, but she could tell that the skeleton was crying as he slowly sank to the snowy ground on his knees next to her and he held like a small child. He was crying for her, the one that killed everyone they both loved. But he was still there, crying for her. He was mourning her.

Why? She pondered sadly to herself, feeling his now strangely warm hand gripped her own. She deserved this after all the girl had done and she deserved to be buried six feet under, forgotten and never to be seen again.

But there Sans was, crying and smiling sadly, soothing her with loving words as she slowly faded into the endless darkness death brings:

"I'm sorry, kiddo. I'm so sorry." Sans whispered hoarsely, brushing the sweaty strands out of her fluttering eyes, but she just smiled as she shook her head and her hand reached to his hard but smooth cheek.

"Don't…be…..I deserve…"

Her broken phrase caused him to tighten his hold on both her body and her hand slightly, tears hitting her forehead as he leaned his against hers.

He wished he didn't have to do this, but he couldn't let the Demon take her over again. Now, though, there wasn't a single trace of her, only Frisk's dulled eyes stared up at him now. Their once beautiful eyes were now tearful and filled with self-doubts. The Angel thought this was her fault, that he should hate her….

….But, he didn't. He loved her, despite her sins, he loved her.

She was his kiddo, but her eyes showed no signs of her. They were dead. They reminded the skeleton of all his mistakes, making him relive every single one, and as the last of her lights went out; something blackened his soul as her body went limb in his arms.

This was the last thing Sans saw before he became Error, twisting his love into hate. His memories of that life replaced with hateful ones.

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She searched the bar, her hands nervously tightened around her long tutu as the monsters laughed and danced on the open spot. Maybe this was a bad idea, she considered as her eyes closed.

She knew she had to leave if she wanted to save her monster mother and friends from this hell. But her dancing skills were minimal compared to the others, she was worried that she wouldn't get far at her level. However, that worry didn't lessen her determination to free them.

Frisk Dreemurr would fulfill her promise.

A tap on her shoulder startled her from her doubtful thoughts, swirling to see a grinning skeleton with his hood shadowing his sockets but his smile shined brightly. That smile sent a slight blush to her peach-colored cheeks, smiling before the skeleton reached a bony hand out to her fidgeting form:

"Hey kid, remember me? Why don't we dance together? Might be fun." The male grinned lazily, but her nerves only got worse as her bright orbs continued to bunce over the more skilled swayers.

Frisk bit her lip, lifting her hands to politely decline, but Sans took no refusal. He chuckled before he dragged her to the full dancefloor, winking back at her as he came to a stop.

"Stop thinking, kid, just let the music move you." He gently ordered, his limbs popped into his dance, but this time, he was smoother; matching her graceful movements while she obeyed.

Their different styles gradually blended into one. He still popped and rolled in his hip-hop manner, but it slowed to match her still unsure ballet movements as the steady melody built.

She still was a ball of nerves when he soothed her with his easy grin and movements. As if the male wanted to make her feel at ease with him:

And soon, it worked. Her nerves settled into laughter as they met, their hands barely touching before she moved away with hips swaying and hands in the air. For the first time in weeks, she felt free. Like the slow beautiful melody was her wings as her dance built up, transforming the Angel into a true angel.

She was breathtaking and everyone couldn't take their eyes off her, including the skeleton. His soul wiggled at the sight as his blackened sockets traced her movements. He never has seen anything more beautiful before and his soul noticed as well. Sans gritted his teeth, placing a hand to trap it inside, but it was strong:

"Shit." He cursed under his breath, still moving to hide his inner fight, but his soul disobeyed him. The soul slowly flowed above his chest, signaling her own to appear.

But, Frisk didn't notice while her soul flowed as well, she was too deep in the feelings of the dance. She closed her eyes, loving the feeling of freedom.

Her ballet flat-cladded feet pointed both on the floor and at her thigh as the song, slow but powerful, spun with her, her tutu flaring with every movement. But then, the warm feeling got a lot more intense as the minutes went on.

She gasped loudly, snapping her eyes open just when her soul flowing higher above her head, facing Sans' blue soul. She furrowed her brows in confusion, turning to her dancing partner, who was looking at her an unreadable expression; sending another blush to her cheeks because of the heat of his stare. His sole seen pupil was glowing brightly as he moved towards her with a small toothy smile:

"How about we really dance together, sweetheart?"

After his breathy whisper met her ears, her heart began to race with doubts and fears, but looking into his sockets soothed her and the beautiful flower slowly nodded as her hand lifted to meet his, her heartbeat steadied the moment their hands touched.

Once their hands met, the song softly repeated itself, more powerful this time, as the skeleton pulled her to him. Then, steadily, he danced them to this smooth rhythm, moving their bodies in a slow hip-hop and ballet mix.

Without breaking eye contact, their souls moved closer together as the dance sped up and grew more passionate; Frisk's smile grew with every second:

Soon, their movements got bolder and without her realizing it, Frisk danced beautifully, without any more doubt, their souls mirroring every movement as they grew closer.

The male laughed heartily, spinning her into the middle of the room where she swayed and moved her body like no one was watching. Her hips swaying before she swung her legs gracefully, getting lost in the music, as Sans got lost in her moves.

When the song reached the climax, she looked back just when the skeleton crooked a finger at her, gesturing to her. The brunette grinned widely before she ran toward the monster and jumped into his arms, folding her body so her legs were inside of the male's hold as he slowly spun them around, their souls finally met.

Their gasps filled the room, both pairs of eyes widen. As soon as they came full circle, Frisk let her body unfold, not even caring they were being watched by the other monsters, she stretched her legs out on either side of her while her gaze stayed tangled with his heated stare.

They were so close that both of their breath tickled their skin, but as if they were frozen by each other's heated gaze, neither moved a muscle to pull away. They couldn't, they needed to be in each other's arms.

Instead, they slowly met in the middle, their mouths molded into an awkward kiss and the seemingly innocent kiss sent a burning sensation through their bodies, warming them to a fever pitch. The feeling of the pull was too difficult to fight, it just fueled their passion as they fell into the kiss and it lasted for what seemed like hours but neither being cared. It felt too right to fight, so why even try?

They soon became entangled with each other as it turned into a true kiss, filled with love and pure passion.

Frisk's arms encircled themselves around Sans' neck as he pinned her to him, but alas, the beings eventually needed to come up for air, and they hesitatingly pulled away only a few inches away from the other person but with a wide smile placed on each of their faces:

"Well, you're not bad, kid." He teased gently as he traced her jawline with his finger tenderly, not able to address what just happened just yet.

She gave the male a sweet smile, her cheeks still flushed from both the dance and the kiss, and she nodded slowly. It seemed as if she didn't want to talk about it either while she raised her hands in the air:

'Back at you, Sans.'

At that time, the pair didn't know it, but that was the start of the change of their relationship. This was the turning-point and where her age change became harder to ignore. This was the first time they kissed.

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A few timelines later, everyone had a good ending. They had their freedom and Frisk was accepted as the ambassador and the new princess with pride. She loved being able to help, but it was difficult to mold the two races gradually together:

Yes, she wanted to help both races to blend with little or no problems and she would do anything to guide them into a more peaceful existence. But, she struggled with her new responsibility. She was thankful that Sans and Papyrus were there to help and advise her while working as her guards. Especially Sans, who was always there by her side.

However, lately, he was acting off. Like he was doubting her again and she knew—knew—the question was coming. She only wondered when he would botch the subject with her.

One day, they were sitting by a lake closer to Ebott to take a breather before they returned to work, enjoying the peace before the skeleton looked over to the teen as he ran his tongue across his teeth.

He didn't want to stress her out more after a day of dealing with dumb yahoos wanting to start a fight against a poor soul, either humans or monsters. But, the question burned on the tip of his tongue for months, making it difficult to focus.

Now, the burning got too much to fight; he needed to know. If Sans didn't, he knew he wouldn't be able to stop the rushing thoughts. Sans had to ask.

It has been years since Frisk freed them, but as wonderful as everything had been, Sans couldn't help but worry about the future. It was always calm before the flower chose to reset.

Sans hated to be skeptical of this happiness. He was finally feeling comfortable, he didn't want to doubt her and their promises, but he was skeptical. As always.

"Hey, sweetheart?" The male mumbled as he stuffed his hoodie's pockets, his bony feet dunked in the lukewarm water lazily before he caught her bright eyes turn on him with a sweet smile:

'Yes, Sans?'

Sans never got over how beautiful her movements were, he mused dryly as he closed his sockets to steel himself before he let a breath out and finally turned to the sixteen-year-old as a firm expression placed to his skull.

He didn't want to shatter his trust for her, the warm feeling growing in his chest for her, but his insomnia was creeping back on Sans again without knowing. He couldn't rest until he had reassurance and peace. He needed to hear it from Frisk before the monster could move on.

"When are you going to reset? I want to be prepared when you do." The skeletal male itched his cheek, his stomach flipping when he thought of her answer, fearing the worst.

The beautiful teen snickered softly, strangely glad he finally asked. She wanted to clear this up once and for all. Frisk knew that something would happen to force a reset, there was almost always something. But she was done hurting the skeletal monster, the Angel was going to keep her promise the best way she can:

By keeping safe and just waiting for the reset to happen on its own. With that thought swirling in her mind, she nodded firmly as the wind played with her brown locks while she stared out to the small lake before she found the right words to slay his worries.

But the silence only made his soul hammer more with nerves as it grew heavier, his mind conjuring all sorts of outcomes. Nightmarish visions of her eyes turning blood red and the knife coming towards him almost had him running to the hills.

The ancient twenty-year-old monster really didn't want to relive that again anytime soon. Especially now, since he doubted he could be able to stop her. The mere thought sickened him, but he would do his job if he needed to.

No matter how much he cared for her, he would judge her:

But, he didn't need to worry. She reached over to guide his face towards her before taking a bony hand into her own with a reassuring smile playing on her lips, breaking the heavy silence with her free hand.

And once he read her hand, his doubts were fading fast like Napstablook when startled, melting into her gentle touch and it soothed his jittering soul:

'I made you a promise, Sans, and I'm planning on keeping it. I don't know what the future holds for us or if a reset will happen. But, it won't be by me.'

He closed his eyes, relieved, before Sans opened his sockets as his grin turned wide and he gently rested his forehead against hers, his cool breath fanned her face as he whispered.

"That's all I needed to know." At that, the teen smiled shyly, tapping his chest with her hand. A gesture she often did to soothe him, ever since she was a small girl.

That night, the stars seemed to be brighter to the skeleton, even if he knew it might end someday. But that was alright. All he cared about was if she took back all their work of her choice.

But, sadly, he knew the reset would come sooner rather than later. They always did. The moment he was happy, she was taken away from them. Him.

That was why the monster was so bitter and skeptical. He idly wondered if someone above hated him.

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The girl stared at the closed doors with a sad expression as Toriel continued to bang against it and pled Frisk to come back. But, she needed to leave. She needed to fix this, whatever was wrong with this world:

She didn't know why she felt this way, but she felt that she had fallen down here before. However, this time, it seemed different. Colder, tougher, just like…

Yes, she remembered as she touched her flowers, it was Underfell's twin. She frowned at her hand where a big flower stood.

But now, every time she died she grained more flowers. And with every flower, her body turned gradually number. Now the numbness doesn't affect her movement, so she could deal with it, but she was worried about further down the line. Frisk wouldn't be able to save herself or anyone—or worse—she could become blind.

Lost to the world and everyone would be trapped here, left to fall deeper into their own darkness. And after seeing what this world did to her mother and her Ruins friends, she shuddered at the ideas of the others waiting for her. But, she was determined.

She was determined to save them, she was determined to keep her promise to…to…

To who?

She didn't know, but she would do anything to ensure that the promise will be fulfilled.

"Frisk, we need to go." Flowery's quiet tone brought her back to reality and sighed, nodding before readjusting Flowery in her hold as she moved away from the Ruins' gate.

Her mother's cries followed her onto the snowy path, but she was doing this for her. And that filled the beautiful flower with even more determination. She would open the barrier and show the humans and monsters the way of mercy, of kindness. She would show them, no matter the cost.

Flowery didn't say anything as they made their way down the path, however, Frisk sensed that he was frightened about something. She had a feeling that he knew something but didn't want to panic her just yet.

She shuddered at first at that thought, but soon, she shuddered in fear when the silence was broken, sending terror through her veins as her orbs widened:

"Hey, sweetheart, don't you know how to greet a new pal?"

She gulped deeply, but she tried to swallow her fear. She wasn't expecting another monster just yet, so she jumped at the strange, deep voice and in the progress, she almost dropped Flowery. She quickly regripped his boot and mumbled a quiet apology before she swung around with a glare in her rubies, but that glare faded into a look of slight fear, and familiarity.

Who is this grinning skeleton? Frisk questioned in the walls of her mind as she stared at his bony hand, trying to ignore the urge to hug this nameless monster before she moved her red eyes to his black sockets. His grin grew fierce as he urged her forward:

"Well, sweetie? Won't you shake my hand?"

"Frisk, don't!"

But she didn't listen. She needed to hold his hand, she just did.

However, the moment she did, fate is set in motion again, as the buzzer earned the flower another numbing flower, and the story continued.

This time, however, their story became a little sweeter, despite the still tough edge to this world. There was a slight change with every reset, the change gradual in Sans and then in the others. As they went on, the monsters became softer towards Frisk, especially Sans. As if they viewed the girl as their saving grace, despite the few times their tough nature showed through.

They began to love her.

But, the girl soon began to wonder as the journey continued; what had changed? If only she knew.

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Frisk sighed deeply at the warmth of Grillsby's, relishing it as she followed behind Sans from the cold. It was unusually cold today, so she figured it was a good time for a break before her and Flowery would try to move on pass Papyrus.

They both sat down at the bar, chatting idly before Grillsby took their orders; both of fries, but she voiced her desire for ketchup while Sans wanted his beloved mustard. The brunette always wondered why he loved it so much, but he never told her.

He never told her anything about himself, honestly, but he was oddly softer with her. Despite killing her or leading to her death, he seemed like a good monster, underneath all his rough edges and slight rudeness.

When the flame monster nodded silently, leaving the pair to their awkward silence before the skeletal male breathed deeply as Sans lit a cigarette and then broke the silence:

"Hey, sweetheart?" Sans' tone was softer than usual and she shivered slightly, a little nervous about his next words, before nodding towards him.

"Why are you so nice to everyone if they're so cruel to you?"

Frisk smiled as she leaned on the bar, her mind reeling with answers, but only one answer rung true as she turned back to her friend with a wider smile on her lips.

"Can be rude, don't want to." She stated as Grillsby set their meal in front of them, her smile still shining.

It was true too, she wanted to be something they haven't seen before. She wanted to be something that they needed. She didn't want to be just another human who abuses them and just reinforces their beliefs about her race. She knew of the darkness in humans, but she also knew about the kindness, and the girl wanted to show the Monsters that kindness. To teach them that there were different ways to be.

That thought made her grin while she gripped the red bottle and turned to the complex monster, her voice a bit gravelly but cheerful:

"Cheers!" She giggled as he tapped his mustard bottle against her much preferable ketchup one, an unnoticed bright red blush, almost matching his turtleneck, set across his bony face.

It seemed her answer was enough for him and he gave the beautiful flower a toothy grin as he nodded.

"Heh. Yeah, kid. Cheers, sweetheart."

This was her favorite part of him, she decided while drowning her fries with the red sauce. The softer Sans, she smiled as she stared at the male in the corner of her eyes.

As she thought before, there was a softer side to Sans, something familiar under the cruel madness that swallowed everyone. The kinder side only showed to her when they were alone before, but Frisk soon noticed that side showed up more even in front of his dominating brother now. His nickname for her was voiced more now as well, she remembered with a bright blush before she quickly moved her rubies to her meal:

It was funny how one silly nickname could heat her insides into a warm, comforting swirl. She had to wonder, when did it start, this fluttering?

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Frisk groaned, her head pounding with the sudden rush of memories before she wiggled deeply as the dimmed lights of Hotland poured into the large room. The flower hissed while the light blinded Frisk as she opened her eyes ever-so-slowly, slowly waking back to the real world once more.

That was intense, she mused as she opened her blues again, before she pushed up on the bed. She looked down at her locket and smiled slightly, grabbing the small heart into her hand.

She was back in her hotel room, but her mind was reeling too much for her to notice. All she could see was the small red heart in her palm. The sight brought warmth to her chest as she leaned back against the headboard, clinging to the locket when Chara's voice sounded off the walls of her mind:

Are you okay, sis? That was intense.

Frisk breathed through her nose, turning her eyes to find Sans resting in a seat by the bed. She smiled softly, stroking his skull before she breathed and nodded as she answered back:

Yeah, I'm actually better than I've ever been.

What do you mean? Chara's tone sounded confused, but hopeful. Had she finally realized it'll be better to reveal secrets than hiding them?

Frisk beamed at Sans' slumbering form as she carefully traced his jawbone, as if the teen was trying to remember every detail before she moved from the bed careful to not wake him just yet.

She stared at him for a moment, her feelings growing as she placed a hand on her chest before she moved to the window.

The feeling of their souls dancing stole her breath again. That was Soul Bonding, it had to be, she knew it had to be. And it felt so powerful, so right. She needed to tell him something, but what? She sighed deeply, leaning her forehead against the cool glass:

I know what I need to do, but how?

How to do what?

She smirked at her own reflection, knowing Chara knew what she was thinking, but she wanted to be sure. And that was fine:

Telling him, Chara.

You mean—

Yes.

In the months that she spent here in the Underground, Frisk learned about love of many forms; to the parental love she so desperately needed, to the love of a sibling she never knew she needed. But, of all the forms, she finally understood why she always felt wrong and displaced on the surface. Why she felt so less than perfect.

She was missing a piece of herself, a missing piece to her being. She was missing her bond.

All those years, all those haunting dreams, he was there. Waiting for her to learn the final form of love, a love that only he could give her. She finally knew for absolute certain that Sans was the faceless monster who teased and touched her so lovingly. She just didn't understand that back on the surface. There was no way she could, she knew, but she felt so sad.

She knew she was missing memories still, but she didn't want to wait to recovery all the memories to tell him. She lost too much time already, she didn't want to waste anymore if she could.

She looked over her shoulder, feeling a warmth from her chest as she watched his chest move. She knew she had to tell him. Otherwise, it would eat her up inside:

But how?

For half of her life, the brunette never thought this was possible for her. She never thought she had a real, breathing male to confess to. Yet, there she was, staring at the only male she ever would think of confessing to and she had no idea how to deal with it.

She breathed deeply as she climbed back into the comfy bed, settling on her side while her mind rushed with her blues trained on Sans.

She didn't know how she was going to confess. however, she knew she was going to. Because with him by her side, she was a part of a beautiful world as something more than she ever thought she could be. She smiled as she clung to his hand, ready to finally be herself as sleep claimed her again.

As the beautiful flower drifted into sleep's darkness, her sister silently cheered to herself.

Chara might be stuck inside of Frisk's mind and will never be able to say her own feelings, but she really didn't care. She put herself here by her stupidity, she deserved this. But, Frisk didn't, all she ever wanted was her friends' freedom and Chara used that. Now, she had the chance to fix her mistakes.

Maybe this time, they all could be free if the other brunette remembers in time…

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Gaster growled deeply, turning from the sight, massaging his temple. This was bad, at this rate, they would break the spell without truly knowing it and all his carefully laid plans would be ruined.

He needed a new plan and fast, but what should the old skeleton do? He doubted he could recruit Error now after he did all this, he was far gone to use.

Unless…...

After a few moments, the ancient skeleton stood straight as a thought came to him. Yes, his mind echoed, Gaster should make it worth his wild.

But, what could he offer the broken skeleton that would make him join him?

Another growl escaped from his hyoid, racking his brain for a suitable answer before his silted sockets widened as they moved back to the slumbering couple in the scene. The girl…..

He loved her, he wanted her. Gaster grinned widely at that thought, moving to the middle of the empty, echoing room; before his voice filled the room:

"I know you can hear me, Error. I have an apportion to discuss with you."

A few moments later, Error appeared with a deep scowl on his teeth and a dangerous glint in his blazing sockets.

"What do you want, Gaster? I'm not gonna join your sick plan, so there's no reason to be here."

"Oh? Is there really no reason? Maybe you need to hear me out before you storm away?" Gaster asked softly, slithering closer like a snake, grinning maddeningly.

Error leered at the other male, his hand glowing cautiously as he backed from him. He didn't know what the crazy scientist was planning, but he sure as hell wasn't letting his guard around him. He knew the male would try and get into his head, trying to control him for his own grain.

He made too many mistakes already, the black skeleton wasn't about to let Gaster manipulate him into making another one. Error just grained their trust, he wasn't stupid enough to piss Sans 14 off.

But he was curious as to what the mad monster thought he had to offer that would make him want to risk that and before he knew it, the question fell from his mouth:

"What is this apportion you have to talk with me about?" His stutter got worse with anger, but he didn't know that he gave the tall skeleton the opening he needed.

He grinned deeply, leaning close to his face, before he whispered softly the answer. Gaster sounded like a hissing snake, hissing an offer almost good enough to tempt him into forgoing everything good he did.

Just like the serpent who tempted Adam and Eve.

"I know what you want, deep inside. What you desire the most." He moved to his side, his tone slowly had gotten softer and softer as he edged to his ear canal.

"And she will be yours, all you need to is help me keep them apart until she reaches the end and she will be yours to use."

Error screeched angrily, pushing the mad skeleton away so hard he tripped on his cloak and hit his head, before he towered over the other monster with his hands ablaze like a growing yellow fire as he smiled a twisted smile.

Something like the time he first killed.

"You really think I would hurt her just to have her as my own? I made that mistake once, I won't do that again."

"You mean to tell me you don't want her back? The one you watched over along the timelines? Your dark angel, am I correct? If you help me, she will never know the difference, you'll the only Sans she will know. She will belong to you and only you. No more other Sanes to stand in your way." The grinning skeleton breathed, slowly standing back up as he dusted off the black cloak; before he looked up at the scowling skeleton:

He was even crazier than they originally thought, he botched while he backed from him, his fire glowing brighter than before.

"You're crazy, old man. I'm not helping you. My Frisk isn't her, mine is dead."

"Too bad, I thought you were smarter than that. Frisk shares her memories, after all, wouldn't that make her the same? Don't worry, son, you will join me. Sooner or later, you will. Your love is too strong to deny for very much longer." Gaster smiled sweetly before he turned back to his screens, ignoring Error's seething as he continued his work.

With one last low growl, the glitch faded from the room. He needed to talk to Sans and fast. He wanted to make sure the white skeleton could stop him if that crazy skeleton found a way in and get control of him.

He would never hurt her again.

The other skeleton simply smiled, feeling proud. He got a way in, because of a small lie maybe, but it worked. Error will be his and he will have everything he needed and wanted. He will win.

Gaster's boys will be home with him where they belonged. And humans will be gone.