When Two Souls Collide {Sans x Reader} REMASTERED

{Chapter 20}

Knowing Sans probably wasn't at home, you decided to look around Snowdin. You figured maybe he was working. Either that, or he was at Grillby's. You decided to check his sentry station first. He liked to nap there a lot. The walk to the station was quiet. Since you were alone, you had no reason to talk. Not yet, anyway.

The snow crunched beneath your feet as you walked. It was a welcome sound. A familiar sound. Then, another sound caught your attention. A door. The door to the Ruins. You walked closer, wanting to investigate. You froze. At the door stood Frisk. You backed up, moving to hide behind a tree. You couldn't face them. Not after what they had done. Rather, what Chara had done in their body.

It made you feel sick just to look at Frisk. You listened as they walked by. Sans didn't show up to greet them. Maybe he was busy. It didn't matter to you. Guilt weighed over you. Deep down, you knew it wasn't Frisk's fault. But still, seeing them hurt you. Sucking up your petty feelings, you stepped out from your hiding spot.

Frisk heard, turning to look at you. They seemed surprised. Shocked, even. "(Y-(Y/N)..?" They asked, their voice trembling. Now that you had a better look at them, they seemed younger than last time. You figured their body changed a bit every reset. Suddenly, Frisk ran up and hugged you. You felt their tears begin to soak into your clothes.

"I'm sorry," Frisk muttered, their hands desperately clasping fistfuls of your shirt. Hesitantly, you wrapped your arms around them. "It's not your fault. It's okay." You said softly, rubbing their back in an attempt to comfort them. They seemed to appreciate that. "I-I didn't want to hurt you. I didn't w-want to hurt anyone." Frisk sobbed.

You couldn't hate them. Not when they seemed so apologetic. You kneeled down in front of them, putting a hand on their shoulder. "I know it's scary, but we can work through this, okay? Everything will be alright." You comforted, doing the best you could. You'd never dealt with feelings of this caliber before. But, Frisk was only a child. You had to help them.

"Let's head into town, okay?" You offered. Frisk would probably feel better once they were safe and warm. They nodded slightly, still clinging to you. So, the two of you walked into Snowdin quietly. You led Frisk back to your house, sitting them down on the couch. "Do you need anything?" You asked gently.

Frisk shook their head. It seemed they didn't feel like talking. You sat down beside them, just in case they needed a little company. They appreciated that. The two of you sat quietly for a while. You didn't say anything. You didn't do anything. Instead, you just enjoyed each other's company. It was nice.

Out of nowhere, Frisk hugged onto you again. "S-Sorry.." They muttered, not looking up at you. A soft smile came to your face as you wrapped your arms around them. "There's no need to be sorry. You need comfort right now, and that's okay." You replied, rubbing their back. They seemed to like that. A lot, actually.

"This whole situation is a lot. It's okay to feel guilty or upset. But I'm here to help you. We're gonna get through this together." You did your best to be comforting, even if you knew you weren't the best at it. Frisk nodded slightly. You had helped, even if it was just a little. "Thank you, (Y/N)." They muttered, their hands grasping little bits of your shirt. This must've been really traumatizing for them.

You smiled softly, rubbing your hand gently against Frisk's back. "Anytime. I'm here to help." It takes a little while longer, but Frisk eventually calms down. They scoot away from you, wiping their face on their sleeves. "I'm sorry." They said, not daring to look you in the eye. A soft sigh escaped your lips. "There's no need to be sorry, I promise." You replied, gently brushing their hair out of their face.

You wanted Frisk to feel safe here. You felt bad that they felt so negatively. If only there was some way to magically help them. You knew there wasn't, but, it would've been nice. "You look like you need to rest. When was the last time you slept?" You asked. Frisk looked a little guilty. "I haven't slept this reset." They replied. Your eyes widened. That simply wouldn't do.

Carefully, you picked Frisk up. They made a small noise of surprise. "Where are we going?" They questioned. You began walking up the stairs. "We're taking you to bed." You answered. Frisk seemed a little shocked. "What? You're not my parent!" They complained. You went into Sans' room and gently placed Frisk on the bed. "I might not be, but I care about your wellbeing. Now, sleep." You tucked Frisk in, getting up to turn out the lights.

Frisk rolled their eyes. "Yeah, yeah..." They muttered. You smiled, shutting off the light. "I can sing to you, if that would help." You said, sitting down by the door. You wanted to make sure that they slept. "I'd like that," Frisk replied quietly, probably embarrassed. You hummed the song the statue sang. The song your parent used to sing to you. It comforted you, and you felt like maybe it would comfort Frisk, too.

It didn't take very long for Frisk to fall asleep. Their breaths changed. They sounded calm now. That was good. You got up, quietly leaving the room. You didn't want to disturb them. You walked down the stairs, your mind at ease. You felt better now. When you got downstairs, Sans was on the couch.

"Hey there, kid." Sans greeted, waving at you from his spot. You smiled. "Hey." You replied, sitting beside him. There was quiet between you for a moment. "So, what'd you do today?" Sans asked, turning a little to look at you. A soft hum came from you as you tried to figure out how you wanted to explain it. "I hung out with Alphys for a little while." You began, looking off as you recalled the events of the day.

"After that, I got a ride with the riverperson. They said something strange. Something about an angel. A prophecy, or something like that.." You explained, not even really thinking about what you were saying. Sans seemed interested. "The prophecy of the delta rune?" He asked. You shrugged. "I don't know. They wouldn't tell me." You replied. Sans nodded. It seemed like he knew what the riverperson had been talking about.

You looked over at Sans. "What is all that prophecy business anyways?" You questioned. Sans adjusted his seating position, like he was about to get into a story. "So, basically, the prophecy says that one day an angel will come from the surface and free us all. It's what gave us hope through all the years. Though, recently, people have started to think that the freedom is death. We have monsters here who have never even seen the sun." He answered, seeming a little sad.

You frowned. That definitely wasn't the answer you were expecting. "What's keeping you down here?" You asked. You realized you didn't actually even know. "A magical barrier, made by the humans after the war. Only a monster with the power of seven human souls could break it. Though, any human or monster with an opposite soul can cross." He explained. You supposed that made sense.

"How many souls do you have now?" You couldn't help asking yet another question. Sans looked away. "Six." He replied. Oh. It made sense why so many people had wanted you dead now. You were the last piece they needed. "Well, there has to be a way we can do it without anyone else dying, right?" You said, trying to lighten the mood. Sans shook his head. "It's powerful magic." He answered, still not daring to look at you.

It seemed like Sans was one of those monsters that gave up hope. "I still think we could do it." You shrugged, looking away. Sans rolled his eye lights. "You're being ridiculous." He said. You smiled. "Is that so?" You asked. He stared you in the eyes with a deadpan look. "Yes." He answered. You huffed, getting up. "I think I'm being perfectly reasonable." You were going to take this bit as far as you could, finding yourself funny.

Sans, however, didn't seem to share the same sentiment. "(Y/N), this is serious." He replied, looking away. You frowned softly. "I'm being serious, sugar skull. It has to be possible." You felt bad for making Sans upset. Though, you definitely wanted to change his pessimism on the subject. You cupped his cheekbones. "We'll all get out of here. I promise." You comforted. He smiled softly, staring into your eyes. "Thanks." He said quietly.