Frisk springs forward in the nick of time, wrapping their fingers around the bone and holding back the bone with sheer will. It vibrates and flails wildly to get out of your control but Frisk does not let it escape. Sans opens his eyes, his painted smile returning to his face as he mutters quietly
*what do you want from me...
Frisk's HP was draining fast, and in those moments Sans sees that the pain in Frisk's expression...was real. Sans puts shrugs and puts his hands up, terror evident in only his eyes.
*J-Just give up kid...I am.
But Frisk couldn't give up. A new-found determination had taken hold of the child, something they hadn't felt in any of the previous runs and now empowered them to protect their friend. The bone is fighting furiously to get out of Frisk's hand...Sans was...putting a lot of effort into this.
*Asgore always said after we got the 7 human souls things would change. Gave us all something to hope for.
HP: 0.90/99
*And like an idiot...I believed him. Well, at first anyway.
HP: 0.80/99
*But its clear now that not only will that never happen.
HP: 0.70/99
*But...
HP: 0.60/99
*I have to wait for some stupid kid's goddamn blessing to let me and my brother finally die in peace.
HP: 0.50/99
*So I'll say it again.
HP: 0.40/99
* JUST WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!?
HP: 0.30/99
* What do I gotta do to get you DIRTY ROTTEN HUMANS to leave us alone!?
HP: 0.20/99
Frisk is on their knees at this point, the bone, sapping away their life as Sans just watches, his emotions conflicted on whether or not to let the kid die, or to spare them. There were parts of Frisk that Sans had grown to liking, namely, how much they made his brother happy. At first, Frisk had seemed like a good kid, then again, so had the others before them. And no matter how many times he saved them, they always ended up dying in the end. When Frisk fully becomes chara, the kid he knows dies and that freak takes its place. Did this mean that, Frisk was always destined to become Chara? That no matter what Sans did, Frisk would end up killing everyone he knew? If that was true, then what was this feeling? This indistinguishable air of determination that was ever present in the room? No other child had gotten anywhere near where Frisk had gotten. They were always killed in the first timeline. So then what did that make Frisk? How was Frisk able to have determination, even now when they were aware of their grim fate?
It was because Frisk by nature was an anomaly.
Up until Frisk, getting the souls was relatively easy. Humans were made of nothing but soft flesh and their soul trapped inside. But Frisk had taken more damage than any other human combined. Toriel's fire, Undyne's spear even Asgore's trident seemed to only graze the flesh of the child. It could be argued that the monsters were holding back to some degree, not wanting to kill another innocent, but was there something more to it? Was it possible that Frisk had received some kind of boon the other humans had not? Looking at the child now dangling again on the verge of life and death, a new idea formed in Sans' bonehead and with that he willed away the bone a second before it killed Frisk, leaving them to fall to the ground panting. Sans walks over to the downed Frisk, towering over them he knew he could end their life without a second thought.
*Kid I...
Frisk lunges up without warning at the skeleton and embraces them as tightly as they can. At first this startles Sans and triggers him summon a bone and finish the human off, but after a while he realizes what is happening and falls to his knees to hug the human the bones lying helplessly around the two of them. Neither of them speak as their were no words to convey just how messed up this situation was. They both understood each other. That was all that mattered.
The only sound that can be heard is a faint whoopee cushion sound that goes off when hugging Sans in the right spot. Their quiet chuckles echo through the hall.
Eventually, Sans helps Frisk get up, handing them a hot dog(?) to help restore their HP. Frisk ravenously consumes it and then looks back to Sans.
*...Welp, I've had about enough of this stiff atmosphere.
*What do you say we go to Grillby's? You could say I'm DYING to get out of here.
Frisk's mouth scrunches to the side, that joke really wasn't in good taste.
*Yeah, that wasn't a good joke at all, pretty MARROW in my book.
A smile curls onto Frisk's face
*I mean my jokes aren't all BARE BONES, most of em are pretty SANSational!
Sans extends their hand to Frisk, giving the kid a wink as he did so and Frisk takes it.
- These jokes are pretty humerus, but can we get a fe-mur?
((More to come))