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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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15:

All Of You

Sans and Frisk

(Third POV)

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Something was different about Frisk, something lighter. The change was slight, but Sans couldn't ignore the change as hope gripped ahold of his soul. He couldn't help but hope.

Ever since the scare she gave them, she was more open with him. She still hid things, but every time she could, she would cling to him and smile at him so lovingly; the poor skeleton almost melted into a puddle of bones.

But what changed?

Sans didn't know, but there was a different air to the flower. An air of peace, an air of freedom.

After they said goodbye to Undyne a few days of resting later, she stuck to his side for hours; just enjoying the time with him. Like she was no longer unsure of who she was, she was finally comfortable in her skin.

Sans smiled at her when she laughed and excitedly signed, wishing he could just hold her hand. To just be an actual couple, he wished and prayed that this was the end of his loneliness.

But, then, his skepticism reared its ugly head. He wanted to hope, he did, but he couldn't help. The skeleton hoped that his waiting was over, however, he walked on the cautious side. Sans was hopeful before, only to lose her once again.

He didn't want to get his hopes up just to be crashed when they don't make it in time or if Gaster found a way to win. It was better to be careful until the very end to avoid disappointment, he learned over the time with her.

But she made it hard to not hope.

With a heavy sigh, he looked over at her as they traveled closer to the lab, watching while she cuddled his jacket closer to her nose. Just like many times before.

He smiled slightly as he moved toward to her side, Asriel and Papyrus following close behind but away enough that the pair had some privacy.

The skeleton wasn't the only one that noticed the change:

Asriel smiled at the pair, feeling the warmth of hope as he watched his best friend moved to Frisk. He didn't know where this would end, but he needed to hope. He knew Sans was still skeptical, no matter how much he wanted to hope freely, so the goat would hope enough for the both of them.

His eyes were brought to the pair when Sans' low growl rung out in the warm air, making his smile turned into a small grin as he peeked at Pappy from the corner of his eyes, who was mirroring the sly grin:

"You sure like that jacket, dove. Who gave it to you?" He questioned lowly, popping a cigarette between his teeth, as his hand itched to hold her hand but he didn't move a muscle for fear of startling her.

She shifted her gaze from the jacket to his own, startled at first at the sudden break of silence. Then, she smiled a secretive smile as she lifted her hands slowly into the air, holding his gaze with every movement. She loved how her words affected him.

'I don't know for sure, but I think a close friend did.' Frisk finished her statement with a wink before she ran ahead to the double doors to the lab, leaving the skeleton standing there with a stunned expression laced to his sharp features while the other males tried, and failed, to hold back a laugh.

That was all they needed, they knew that she remembered. They didn't know how much, but it definitely was enough to know who and what Sans is to her; who everyone was up to this point.

When the realization finally stuck in for the skeleton, a bright grin danced across his teeth and his soul drummed against his ribcage as he stared at her back. He couldn't rip his lit sockets away from her, knowing that their happy ending was that bit closer. And that thought birthed a desire so strong, it was almost impossible to fight.

The ancient skeleton had to kiss her, he had to talk to her.

But before Sans could pull her back and kiss her senseless, the doors flew open to a lowly lit hall; a booming voice echoed through the walls followed by a more softer voice.

He was starting to really hate that voice, Sans decided as he locked his jaw; crossing his arms over his chest:

"Hellooooooooooo darlings~! Welcome to the show!"

"M-m-mettaon! You'll s-scare her! Come in, guys."

Frisk blinked rapidly, unsure what to do, before she looked over her shoulder to Sans. With a tight smile, the skeleton nodded slowly, urging her to go in before he growled as he watched the girl disappear from sight.

"Bro, I hate your boyfriend sometimes." His brother laughed nervously, patting his shoulder as he passed.

"I'm sorry, brother. He's just excited to see her again."

With that, the two other two males were left alone. Asriel snickered lightly as he patted his skull, trying to soothe him before they went in with them. Otherwise, the goat monster feared that Sans would kill the pink-loving robot for ruining the moment.

He was talented at that, he mused with a small smile, before opening his snout:

"Mettaon sure knows how to ruin a moment, huh?"

Sans growled deeply around his used cigarette, flicking his butt to the ground and stomped it under his boot. He was getting a raging headache, but ignored it. Nothing was going to stop him now.

But, man, he really didn't want to deal with the loud robot right now. The price of freedom, the skeleton mused, before turning his sockets to the prince with a deep scowl:

"If he teases her, Papyrus will be single. I swear to the stars." As laughed in response, shaking his head amused at his mumbled threat.

But they both knew the older Skeleton brother wouldn't do anything to the ghost-possessed robot, because that would only hurt his beloved little brother. Asriel knew there were two people in Sans' life that he would never hurt, or rather cause any more harm to, and these two people were his brother and his beloved sweetheart.

So, As knew the threat was harmless, just his anger at getting interrupted before he could do anything showing. Asriel smiled sweetly:

"Whatever you say, G. Come, let's go in before—"

"Sans, I need to talk to you."

At that stutter, the two males turned to find Error heading towards them.

The sight made the skeleton frown, a bad feeling was starting to bloom in his chest; Error's tone didn't seem right. Something was very wrong; the skeleton just knew it. He knew he had to find out what, but deep inside, everything was telling him to just turn and run to Frisk. Leave Error to deal with the problem.

But Sans knew he wouldn't, not when the two skeletons just bonded with each other. He didn't want to break his fragile trust in him. So, with a deep sigh, he nodded towards the black skeleton before turning to his soul brother:

"As, go ahead of me and make sure that robot behaves until I come." With a hesitant smile and nod, the goat obeyed as he left the two skeletons alone to discuss the mysterious wrong.

Sans' sockets followed Asriel for a moment before turning back to Error's frowning skull, the gnawing feeling of wrongness grew as he stared into his sockets:

"Alright, Error. Let's hear it."

Error breathed a long sigh as he scratched his tears-stained cheekbones, trying to find the right words, but he knew there were no words to ease him in. So, he just got to the point. He wasn't the type to be gentle, the trait faded the day he turned into this, so why try now?

"Gaster made me an offer the other day."

That simple statement sent Sans' bones to tense lock, his sockets were both wide and glowing bright before a growl escaped his throat and his fists curled at his sides as this question fell from his teeth.

"And did you agree to it?"

The black skeleton fought a proud grin at Sans' low growl, happy that their newfound pact to protect the flower didn't cloud his own protectiveness. He had hoped that it would. He knew he was still dangerous, no matter how he wanted to be otherwise.

His mind was weak to the mad former scientist's influence, he needed to know that Frisk was safe from his stings. Because Error knew his love for her would be the prefect thing to tap into.

He scowled deeply at that thought, hating the old man, before closing his eyes and answered firmly:

"No, but I don't know if he will get in, Sans."

"What are saying, Error?" He asked lowly, his hands started to glow as he prepared to fight if he needed to.

Sans didn't want to, but he would be damned if anything would stand in his way now. However, he felt dread clawing at his gut while the black skeleton smiled dejectedly:

"I need you to dust me if he gets to me, Sans." That halted the white skeleton's anger, dimming his lights in an instant.

He did not see that coming. Sans straightened up, his sockets grew even wider as he stepped back slowly. He knew he could and would do it, but to hear Error ask him to dust him was very jarring. Has the glitch truly change?

"Error, I…."

"Don't worry about it," Error shrugged, smiling coolly, "I wore out my welcome a long time ago. I'm hoping it won't come to that since I know how Frisk feels about killing, but please. For her."

The other skeleton breathed deeply, pinching his nasal craving to hold back the stubborn headache from growing further, before he grinned back at the glitch and nodded; trying to break the tension in his own bones. He never thought a monster would ask him to dust them, especially not the glitch in front of him. Sans was unsure how he should react to that, but he was a little proud of his change.

That was the power of the Angel, he mused with a dulled sense of amusement, no one could hate her for long:

"I won't go easy on you, you know that, right?"

The skeleton chuckled quietly as he slowly backed away, back into the shadows, and grinned. The glitchy skeleton actually felt freed, if only it was a little bit. He was getting the chance to atone for his sins after years of being lost in his own mind, it felt heavenly. But he kept that feeling to himself as he answered.

"I was hoping that you'll say that. No one messes with a Sans' loved ones. Now, she's waiting for you, Sans. Don't waste a moment." With one last wink, Error faded from view; leaving Sans alone in front of the Lab's doors with both a heavy soul and a warmth rushing through his non-existent veins.

Despite the dark feeling Error's request birthed, Sans couldn't help the excitement he felt at the thought of her finally regaining her memories. Over the months of getting reacquainted with her, he fell even deeper into her spell and the skeleton knew there was no escaping it. But, underneath the eager excitement, there was a small twinge of dread borrowed in his soul.

What all did she remember? Did she remember all the horrible things he did to her over the timelines? Sans shuddered at the memory of his crazed self in Horror.

How could she love the monster that locked her in a cage so he was the only one she would see and love? How could she love the twisted soul that killed her a million times and then fell so deeply in love with her that he became obsessed with everything she was? How could she love the monster that got her killed?

Those question gradually echoed after one and other as he turned his blackened sockets to the long and dark hallway, birthing doubts deep in his chest.

The immortalized twenty-year-old knew it was silly to worry about her not loving him like she had many times before, especially with all he had seen and how the flower acted toward him, but he had this bad habit of doubting all the good in his life. He could thank his so-called father for that.

He sighed, pushing the doubts away for later, before he made his way down the hall; Mettaton's booming voice echoed to him as he stepped into the bright light of his makeshift stage:

"Okay, darling. Now for your second question, would you kiss your tall and handsome skeleton friend?" The feminine male required, his black eyes staring pointedly at his scowling self, clearly unafraid of him while Ahplys botched and began to sweat.

Why must he always have to be over the top?

"Metta! C-c-come on, d-d-d-don't ask her that; especially when he's standing right there!" The yellow dinosaur-looking monster screeched through her ever-there stutter, staring at the flowing question board with the same blush that Frisk's cheeks held before pointing Sans with an apologetic expression.

The board read like this, only making the male blush as well with a heated yellow tint:

Would you kiss Sans The Skeleton?:

Yes

Oh yes

Oh hell yes

OH HELL YES!

"Oh shush, Ahplys, don't act like you aren't dying to know too. Now, human darling, the audience is waiting~" Mettaton sing-sung, ignoring Sans' hissed threats as his cameras zoomed onto her face.

The robot was so lucky that his brother was there, sweating the same nerves as the other two, and he wouldn't bloody his hands in front of his angel. Otherwise, his robotic body would be just an empty shell surrounded by his ghostly body's dust. He growled deeply, moving to Frisk's side.

"Dove, you don't have to answer that if you don't want to." He stressed to her, leaning close to her ear.

He would be lying if he'd say that he wasn't curious about her answer, but the ancient monster knew how shy she was. He doubted he would get one, yet one he would like…

But then, she surprised everyone.

She turned to him with a small shy smile playing on her irresistible lips before her blues stared right into the camera as her hand came slamming down on the D button, ignoring the echo of gasps and outright laughter around her as the smirking robot wrapped an arm over the blushing girl's shoulders.

Poor Sans was too frozen in shock to care or move when his sickeningly sweet voice drowned out the sounds of the other males' howling laughter and Alphys' high-pitched squealing:

"Well, well, beauties, there you go! She would definitely love to kiss the dark, but darling, Sans The Skeleton! I don't blame you, lovely, they're quite irresistible." The show robot paused to wink over his shoulder at his own skeleton, making him glow with orange cheeks, before pointing at the lens with a wide grin.

The Angel smiled nervously as well while the robot held her close, but her eyes were trained carefully at the male that stole her heart; he was still frozen to the same spot, staring at her blankly as a slow grin danced across his teeth.

Why does she feel like she was in trouble?

"Stay tuned, beauties and gentlemonsters, you never know what will happen next with the skeleton and the new princess!" Metta winked before the lights dimmed to a warm hue, the crew quickly disappearing, and then the pink robot turned a mischievous gaze on the short young princess:

"It seems like you two have a lot to talk about, so how about you meet us in the next room when you're ready?"

After that, in a rather anime-ish fashion, he pushed the sputtering princess towards the still skeleton and vanishing with the others in an instant, leaving the couple to their unavoidable conclusion.

Sans slowly came back to reality as his shy flower began to panic and chuckled softly, shaking his head. She had to know this would happen, and yet, she was as shy as a small kitten. He sighed slightly, moving to her nervous form with his hands stuffed into his pockets, soul jittering and growl low.

"Kitten, look at me."

Her eyes finally met his sockets with a flash of recognition at the faded nickname, but didn't move an inch; nether away from or to him, she just stood there as he carefully moved closer towards her. In that moment, the skeleton remembered why he once called her 'little bird'; she was fragile yet so strong, so free, so beautiful.

Another shaky breath escaped his hyoid before a gentle smile traced his teeth, one of his hands absently brushed her flushed cheek as a small whisper filled the silent room turning it into a dulled roar:

"We don't have to talk about everything right now, but did you mean it? That you'd kiss me?"

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If words could melt someone, Frisk was sure she would a puddle mess of human on the metal floor right about now.

That simple statement had her knees feeling like jello and just the hopeful tone of Sans' growl made her soul melt as a wide smile danced onto her lips, her hand tenderly pressing against the bony one on her cheek, while she leaned her forehead against his:

"Don't you know, Sans? I don't lie concerning you." She matched his whisper, staring into his sockets while she smiled when yet another wide grin stretched across his teeth.

"Is that so, sweetheart?"

The flower just giggled as his finger tucked a loose brown strand behind her ear, nodding. She knew she had to finish her mission before she could voice the full truth, but she didn't want to hide how she felt. It was too difficult.

She never thought about it before, she didn't have the chance to. With the monster of her dreams, though, she couldn't ignore the warmth he births within her. The warmth she read about in many romances while she was still the fearful girl on the surface and dreamt of experiencing, but doubted she never would.

Then Frisk fell into this magical world and everything changed. She changed. And then, she finally felt the warmth she always dreamt about.

She was falling slowly and there was no way for her to fight it. No, she scolded herself for the obvious lie. She didn't want to. Since she first remembered this funny, childish, skeleton; her life made a lot more of sense.

Even when he had no face, only the familiar tone and puns to pull at her heart, she felt something within her call out for him, but when the harsh lights of day chased all her dreams away, that something faded into an aching emptiness she never could fill. Until now.

He was the missing piece she was unconsciously searching for. She smiled again before she grabbed his hand and rushed to the next stage, leaving the unanswered answers and unsaid words to hang in the air for later.

They both wanted more, maybe a chaste kiss, but they knew that it wouldn't be smart. But, they held onto the small confession of a desire to them keep fighting until the end.

They were both filled with determination.

When they finally reached the bright, the pair were greeted by a new, bigger stage sitting in the middle of the room and Frisk gulped a bit. She had a bad feeling about this, watching as the tall robot ordered his crew around the set. She didn't know why, but she felt that the male was planning something for them and they wouldn't like very much.

When he finally saw the pair slowly walking to the stage, Mettaton smiled slyly and turned to them with his arms opened wide, the smile grew more devilish as the minutes went on:

"There're my stars! Now, we don't have much time, we must hurry to prepare you for your debut." He told them, not bothering to explain what debut he was talking about, and clapped his hands.

With that, Frisk and Sans were dragged in separate ways by two pairs of monsters, Sans' protests following her.

She didn't get a good look at Sans' monsters, but for Frisk, there was a female cat-like and repetitive monster pair who chatted her ear off as they worked their magic on her ratty-looking self.

"We will totally impress Mr. M, Catty, with this." The reptile one hissed excitedly, pulling her dark yellow dress off her. The poor thing had seen better days, the bright yellow hue slowly dulled with wore.

The price of traveling, she guessed as the cat giggled bubbly while she guided Frisk to a tub.

"Yeah! Maybe he would, like, totally promote us, Bratty!" They both squealed loudly at the mere thought, causing the poor flower to flinch at the volume, as they went back to their work.

They buzzed for a few hours, pulling at her hair and plying light makeup on her face, before the girls stepped to check their work. And they seemed proud as a smile spread. The one dubbed Catty pulled her to a mirror, leaning down to her ear.

"Take a look. I think we, like, totally outdid ourselves this time. Not bragging, but damn."

And she was right. Frisk looked beautiful, like a real fairy. She sucked in a big breath, letting her eyes roam her reflection, as she noticed that she was changed into a comfortable but gorgeous dancing dress. It mirrored her old sweater, pink and purple mingled together beautifully while some red peeked through on the blouse.

The girls giggled behind her as her eyes moved to her face, seeing minimal makeup but there was bright red painted over her lips; making them look like a rose against her skin. She was beautiful, something more than her abusers thought her to be.

She smiled small before the friends dragged back to Mettaton, giving the flower one last smile as they moved back to their posts. She waved excitedly, before shyly turning back to the tall robot who was admiring her simple but stunning makeover as a grin danced across his black lips:

"Well, well, my girls did well with you, my dear. Now, let's see how your skeleton fared with my boys." He kissed her cheek, pushing the flower along up the stage's stairs to wait for Sans.

Frisk's stomach flipped with nerves as her orbs over the room, watching while the show's crew buzzed and laughed as they worked. She didn't know what the challenge would entail, but she had a feeling that the robot had another plan for them.

Even her friends and brother were smiling with secrets and plans behind their eyes.

If she thought about it, it started back in the Ruins. She remembered that Asriel knew her before she even knew him and her mother gave her a few hints about a funny skeletal monster who always made her laugh through the gates. She was talking about Sans. They knew all the time, but didn't tell her anything. Why?

She sighed deeply, sitting on the edge as she tried to calm her mind before the skeleton showed up. But, she couldn't wrap her mind around the fact that she forgot a lot. She didn't know how to think about that.

I'm sorry, Frisk. We couldn't tell you anything. You had to remember on your own, just like all other stories. The other brunette had to crack a smile that small sarcastic statement, before a tap on her shoulder woke her from her mind:

"My darling, look. He's back, and, my my. He truly looks like a prince." He purred, pointing to the shadows with a sly smile.

She was starting to really dread his plan.

Her eyes flashed from Mettaton to the entering group, Frisk froze in a shocked position with her hand upon her mouth as her eyes widen when the males stepped to a side, revealing a nervous skeleton. He looked so uncomfortable in the yellow royal suit, but he still was handsome. And then, he saw her:

All the tension and nerves disappeared, a fiery yellow blush replaced them as a true smile spread upon his teeth. But his sockets were the thing that stuck out, they held such a heat, she wondered how she was still standing. She felt like the only one he could see, like she was a treasure.

Like she did in her dreams, always in her dreams, until now…

"You're stunning, dove." Sans voiced, his usually gravelly voice was so soft, it was barely above a whisper, making the flower blush, as he made his way to her.

She watched him approach as her blush grew, not noticing the sly looks coming over the others' faces, lost in the moment. That is before Mettaton's voice broke the spell.

Their heads snapped to the show robot and glared at Metta for ruining the moment, but he completely ignored. He just strode to them while the lights and cameras came on the pair with the robot flashing his signature grin, an arm over Sans' shoulders:

"Hello again, my lovelies! We are now at the talent part of our show. The beautiful human is rumored to be quite the dancer."

The flower gasped at that, turning her glare on her brother. The goat laughed nervously, knowing he caught. Frisk was proud of her skills, but they were something she wanted to hide.

Yes, she loved dancing and she used the skills many times to get here, however, it was linked to her dark past. She didn't want to remember that dark beginning of her life through something she loved. She knew it might be dumb, but she didn't want anybody but her older brother.

But, now the whole Underground knew.

Frisk was about to jump on Asriel when Metta turned her face to his, her protesting sounds filled the room. She was silenced by the male's giggle and he placed a finger to her lips while he shook his head, winking his right eye at the girl as he turned her to Sans.

"Stop thinking, and enjoy this, dear. Don't focus on the show, just be with him. Dance for him and only him." He whispered into her ear tenderly before pushing the innocent angel right into the monster's arms:

The pair were shocked, just staring into each other's eyes as the sound of footsteps faded from the stage, only leaving the beating of two beaten souls that were just beginning to melt together into one much stronger being as a soothing melody faded into the room.

They were falling deeply into one another's spell and, oddly, they didn't seem to mind one bit. After a long pause, Sans smiled shyly as he lifted the beauty back on her feet, and without, breaking their stare, he tenderly held his hand out for her hand while a blush crept back to their cheekbone, soothing a wild strand back behind her flushed ear as the skeleton whispered breathily:

"Will you dance with this lonely monster, beautiful?"

The girl blushed deeper, looking both shy and happy and she shifted her eyes to his glowing sockets, shaking her head yes as she took his hand.

He chuckled while he pulled her body close to his, dripping his head to her ear as they slowly began their dance. His voice matched her dreams, so much that there was no more room for her to deny it.

It was really him:

"I think we'll be SANSational, baby girl. Don't think, just feel the music and be you. I be-leaf you'll drive them nuts like you drive me." The ancient skeleton soothed her before the movements got bolder, freer.

Frisk giggled, obeying as she melted into the slow dance. She closed her eyes as she felt him lead them, twirling her and letting his hands wander over her body chastely at times while her body moved on its own accord. She should've been shy at his touches, been nervous as their dance grew, but all she could feel love rushing through her veins; leaving a burning fire in its wake.

The song was quite popular on the surface, but in this moment, it held so much more meaning, matching every movement and every swirling feeling.

As they swayed to the powerful melody, Frisk's smile grew with every second as her eyes opened to stare into his wide sockets with the same intensity he always had for her:

Soon, the song gradually faded as slowly as it entered, the flower danced beautifully like no one was watching, just Sans. He smiled as she spun back to him, her soft hand tracing down his cheek while they melted back together for their grand finale.

When the vocal melted into the ending, the male picked her up in the bridal hold. Their laughter mixed with the fading songs as he spun her around, her leg pointed before he settled the beauty on his lap as he sat on the stage's edge, pressing a chaste kiss to her cheek.

When he pulled away an inch, neither of them noticed the buzz or even when Mettaton signed off with his usual goodbye. All they could see was each other, lost in their smiles while her gaze stayed tangled with his heated stare.

They were so close that both of their breath tickled their faces, lulling them even closer, but sadly, it wasn't time for that yet.

"U-um, I'm sorry t-t-to interrupt, but I didn't have time to p-p-properly introduce myself. I-i-i'm Alphys, the new scientist." Frisk's eyes moved to the dinosaur's nervous smile as she spread her arms open:

"And welcome to the Lab."

While the flower smiled kindly and signed a greeting, hiding her embarrassment and disappointment well, all Sans could do was muttered under his breathe about getting 'kiss-blocked'. After she finished saying hello, she turned back to her skeleton with a laugh and she kissed his cheek, standing and reaching a hand to him.

That pacified him for a while, laughing as she pulled him to their friends. But Sans made a vow that moment….

….When he could, he was going to tell her everything.