Sans's lament.

How could you?

Moments passed, the kiss had been forcefully ended by Frisk pushing away and falling on her rear.

"Why...?" she mumbled, currently glaring at Sans.

"What's wrong kiddo?" The skeleton nervously chuckled, his eyes easily giving off that he was worried to some degree.

"Why, after everything that's happened, do you think it's a good idea to kiss me?!" Frisk burst, yelling at her legs, she couldn't look at him.

"W-Well, I thought tha-"

"Well you obviously didn't think!" Frisk wasn't having any of it, she was furious. He had seen her die, she had murdered him but no let's forget all about that and immediately get to another lovey dovey relationship that will never get cut short like all the others. It's been too many times...
Before Sans could say another word, Frisk stood up and ran away. She didn't run to fight with Papyrus, she certainly wasn't going to hide out at Grillby's. She ended up back with Papyrus's spaghetti. She chuckled slightly remembering it's reason for being there. She sat down next to the mouse hole. At least it was always there, always determined to eat something.

Apart from the occasional squeaks, Frisk was sat in complete silence. Sat with her head up and her eyes closed until she heard a familiar giggle.

"What do you want, Asriel?" She muttered, feeling cocky.

"It's Flowey." he replied, an annoyed tone coming from him. It was hard to take it seriously considering his voice was pretty high pitched.

"Whatever." Frisk said nonchalantly "What do you want?"

"You and that barrel of laughs don't seem to be getting along." He cooed, allowing a vine to come from him and force her head to look at him "I thought it was "Together forever"? Hmm? What went wrong?"

"You know damn well what went wrong." Frisk scowled, batting the vine off her face.

"Ahh... Of course." He chuckled, now trying to annoy you "You murdered each other. Quite a few time... It was quite a show!"

"Yes, well." Frisk put on a sweet voice "Just remember... Whenever I won, I killed you too. Don't think now I'll not beat you up."

"You wouldn't kill me?"

"No of course not."

"Why not?"

"Because I know who you really are. Asriel, just because you're... For lack of a better word, a little shit right now, doesn't give me a good excuse to kill you. I don't feel like it anyways."

Flowey grinned before speaking again "Well, there's your answers about me... But what about your little Sansy? Are you gonna try again?"

"That's the problem." Frisk muttered, looking back up. "I don't know."