Cryophobia - (Sans x Reader)

t w e n t y - t h r e e

"ｏｎｅ ｗｅｎｔ ｈｏｍｅ. "

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a/n:

This is the last part.

I'd suggest listening to the song above with the chapter, it was chosen as the final song specially. It reminds me so much of this story. It's Sleep Baby Sleep by Broods.

Thank you all so much. For everything. I appreciate every single one of you.

Here we go.

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{...'s p.o.v.}

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Sans is having another nightmare. It isn't uncommon, is it? But this one isn't about the future. You know, the ones about his brother being brutally killed. About him dying at the hands of the person he loved most. It's about you. But he doesn't remember, every single time he wakes up. And it's driving Sans insane.

He jolts up, eye flaring. A glass bottle flies across the room and shatters. The desk that sits across the room starts to shudder, just as bad as he's shaking. The desk, a few seconds later, falls over with a deafening crash. Sans sits there, hoping beyond hope that nobody in the house he's in heard it.

Since arriving at the surface, he's lived with Frisk, Papyrus, and Haynes in a small house. Sans hasn't felt the need to go out and explore. Rather, he feels like something is holding him back. Papyrus goes for weeks at a time to visit Undyne and other monsters.

And Sans stays, because he doesn't know how to do anything else. It's a few minutes, but the door to his bedroom slowly creeks open. Frisk, now thirteen, stands there staring at him. Sometimes Frisk puts Sans on edge... he wonders, what have they done? Frisk is so quiet and serene now, and whenever they step it's like they bring calm with them. Maybe it's the calm that puts Sans on edge.

The two don't say anything as Frisk looks around the room. The clutter, the desk, everything... his room is still a mess, even on the surface. Why does it feel like nothing has changed at all? Emotions were supposed to fix when you made him forget. So why does it feel like everything you've done, it's just made things worse?

...

Maybe it's harder, knowing there won't ever be a reset. Ghosts of past memories, it's like they follow Sans around during the day. Making some breakfast? Boom, a feeling like he's been there before. Watching a movie? He can't enjoy it, he feels like there's an empty space beside him.

Frisk sits on the bed. Sans moves over so the kid can lay with him. He's wary of Frisk, and he doesn't know why. Maybe it's because the only one to ever catch him in a fit like this is Papyrus and...

And...

...

Nevermind.

"I need to remember, Frisk," he says, his voice a whisper. "I can't take this anymore. What am I missing here? What's the missing puzzle piece?" The sound of Frisk shaking their head. Why? Why are they so against him remembering?

"Sometimes forgetting is better, Sans. You should know this better than anyone." Frisk carefully pulls the blanket over Sans, tucking him in like a child. "Things hurt, but it's time to move on. To stop giving up. Next time Papryus leaves, you're going with him." And suddenly, Frisk is doing their job. Maybe for a while they forgot, they assumed that just because Sans was on the surface, he'd be happy again.

Take care of them, you had said when it all ended. That was your one last wish.

You should have seen the tears that fell from Hayne's eyes when he realized you weren't coming home. How his knees buckled and Sans stood there, unsure, watching a tornado come forth but not knowing the reason. Not know why Haynes would be crying so hard, that it felt like the whole world was ending and crumbling.

When really, it was supposed to be the beginning of the new world.

"I'm not going," Sans says, sounding like a child. "And you sure as hell can't make me." Frisk sits there, quietly thinking over their options. It's a sudden stand down.

"If you promise to go, I'll tell you a story." And boy, does he hate promises. But reluctantly, Sans agrees. He has a feeling the story is going to be very, very important. "Alright. Long ago, two races ruled over Earth. Humans, and monsters."

He's been swindled. Sans hasn't just heard this story, he's lived it. But Sans stays silent, and doesn't move. Maybe if he's patient? He'll get something out of this... won't he?

"And as you know, war broke out between the two races. And once everything was all said and done, a human fell. Then, another. Until three humans fell. And the second human died making things right, and fixing their mistakes. It isn't anything to feel sorrow over." Sans had started to sit up, to ask more questions. But Frisk stubbornly pulls the blanket over his head.

"Who were they? The second human?" Frisk takes a deep breath, thinking some more.

"Nobody important, Sans. Nobody you'd want to remember. Trust me. You trust me, right?" Sans avoids the question. He does trust Frisk, but he wants to know more. Frisk looks out the open window next to Sans' bed. Snow is drifting down in soft, silent clumps. By tomorrow, there's no doubt the whole village is going to be covered. "Hey, want to come play in the snow with me tomorrow?"

He thinks for a minute, does he remember something? Anything about the snow?

No...

It's just snow.

"Alright, kid. If you really want me to." Sans starts drumming a certain song on the bed. Frisk stares for a second, seemingly on edge. "What?" He asks, impatient. Everyone has been dancing around him, seemingly afraid of his memories.

"Oh Sans... it's nothing." One last tug on the blanket. Frisk leans forward and kisses his head. "Sleep, okay? Sleep, I'm sure you won't have any more nightmares. Just let go."

"What do you know about letting go?" The words come out harsh and spiteful. "What have you ever had to let go of?" Frisk is drumming their fingers now. It's sad, that they can't yell back at Sans. They can't tell him about you. One of your last acts was to erase his memory, and they are not about to undo it.

"We all have our little things, Sans." Frisk decides maybe it's best if they curl up next to Sans for the night, and keep the nightmares away. "When you go out in to the world, you'll see things far more beautiful than the snow falling outside."

"What will I see?" Why are they whispering? Maybe it's to keep from you hearing them.

"You'll see smiling faces. You'll see mountain ranges, and grassy plains. You'll see happiness and you'll see pain. But best of all, you'll see the love people have for each other. And the world will fill the abyss." If the smile on Sans' face could suddenly be described as genuine, it would be. "Don't be afraid, Sans, and..."

"Sleep."

In the distance, a hooded figure watches the window. It's all quiet. They're one with the abyss now. Things are how they always were meant to be. You were never supposed to exist, my dear. An anomaly in time. And eventually, all anomalies are fixed. The world sees to it.

And I'm not sorry things turned out this way.

So they sleep.

And baby, maybe someday...

You will, too.

And if you truly were peaceful, wouldn't you feel happy? Happy that even if you didn't receive a happy ending with Sans on a golden platter, that sometime soon they'll find peace they never could if you were around? The morning is coming soon, and you have to go.

Why aren't you leaving?

What are you waiting for? A happy ending?

Go.

Get out of here.

You're not welcome here anymore.

Never come back.