(HALLOO YES I POSTED SORRY THIS IS SHORT. Please enjoy tho!)
Frisk squirmed around as she felt something nudge her. A giant, skeletal finger. She squeaked scarily. "Woah, pipsqueak. It's just me. I wanted to wake you up tell you were almost to Asgore's castle." Frisk sat up and rubbed her eyes, looking up at the giant skeleton. Then, she looked ahead. "When are we gonna be able to get Flowey back?" She asked in a tiny voice. Sans didn't respond, he just kept on walking. There was a long silence between them, and Sans suddenly broke it. "Look, kid, I know you want your friend back, but...he's probably LONG gone by now. Papyrus....he's not that merciful...." He sighed and looked down to the ground. "...no one is.." Frisk looked at him worriedly, a sudden surge of confidence in her. She stood up, her legs wobbling. "Sans! You can't say that! Look at you...you've become much more merciful, and best of all, a great friend. A-And remember when Toriel regretted...sending me off...and.." Frisk trailed off into thought, but quickly shook it off. She looked back at Sans. "My point is, I believe that everyone can be a good monster, if they try." Sans seemed to be happier by Frisk's little speech and chuckled. "I guess." He glanced at her. "Your alright, for a human."
