"WHAT..!? SANS YOU'RE CRAZY!" Papyrus growled. Sans looked at Papyrus and then peeked down at Frisk. Then, he hurriedly picked her up and shoved her in his pocket. "H-hey!" Frisk protested. It started to get bumpy as Sans started running out of the other door. "SANS! SANS YOU DI-" Frisk didn't hear the rest of the sentence because the doors had closed on him. "Sans where are we going? I'm scared I wanna go back." Frisk peeked out of his pocket and looked up at him. "Would you rather be squished?" Sans growled and looked down at Frisk. She shook her head and then realized something. "Flowey! Sans we left Flowey! We have to go back!"
Sans started to stop running and looked behind him. "W-we lost em." He said, out of breathe."And no, I won't go back. I already told you why." Frisk started making her puppy face. "Please, Sansy?" Sans looked away, turning a bit red. "Don't call me that ever again." Frisk sighed and looked down. "Look, I need to keep you safe...I don't know why, but I just think it's the right thing to do." Frisk looked up. "Well...when I'm with you, I feel safe." Sans didn't reply. She started to look sad and turned into a ball. She shivered. Sans was a bit confused why she was cold since they were in the hot lands, but shrugged it off. He picked her up and laid her on his shoulder, tucking her in his hoodie. He started walking again, and Frisk opened one eye. 'It worked.'
(HNNN ITS SO CUTE IF YOU IMAGINED LITTLE FRISK CUDDLING WITH UNDERFELL SANS.)
