Unsheathed Claws/ Undercats Book 2

Prologue

SLAM!!

An empty bottle flew across the room and smashed into the wall, breaking into a million shining shards.

Sans sat on the edge of his bed, eye flaring, breathing ragged. He completely lost control of his movements and accidentally burned the sheets. He kept panting, occasionally calling out his brother's name.

Frisk pushed the door open hurriedly, and when she saw his paw flaming and slowly burning the sheet, she silently screamed and rushed over.

When Sans saw her, he raised a paw and levitated Frisk. Then he slammed her into the side of the closet.

Frisk let out a yelp as she collided with the wood. Then she struggled up and rushed over to the bed and tried to calm Sans down.

Frisk frantically twined her tail with his and nuzzled his cheek. That calmed him down, and he stared in horror at the half smashed closet, then at the blood trickling out of a scar on Frisk's head.

"F-Frisk...I.....I'm...." he looked at the sheets and screamed.

Frisk rushed downstairs, careful not to wake everyone up in the house, grabbed some water, and ran upstairs, throwing the water onto the blue fire that had already burned down a quarter of the sheets.

Frisk returned the cup. When she came back, she found Sans curled up into a ball in the corner of the bed.

Ever since they had moved into a small country house on the Surface, he had been having nightmares about God knows what and every time Frisk had to come in and calm him down.

She padded towards Sans, who was whimpering, his eye burning purple (fear). When she lay down beside him, he scooted away from her.

"Sans....tell me what's wrong. This is the 30th time this year," murmured Frisk, wrapping her tail around him.

"It's....I...I just have nightmares about...You Know What....and....and it was worse this time. This time...you were killed," came a quiet reply from the trembling ball of bones.

They had made an agreement to not talk about the Genocide Route a few timelines ago, but this time, it seemed that now a newer threat had risen.

Frisk just lay her head down on his shoulder. She sighed. "Do you want me to sleep with you tonight?" she asked quietly.

He just nodded.

He's so tormented, thought Frisk as she drew up the burnt sheet over his head and lay down next to him, sleep taking over quickly.

As soon as she was asleep, Sans glanced over at her.

So peaceful. I just wish we could be like that forever.

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Hey guys. I've been clawing my brain thinking of a sequel, and I was surprisingly distressed when I didn't have anything cat related to write.This takes place 5 years from the last book, so now Frisk is 20 cat years and old enough to coughcough mate with Sans coughcough. So I hope you all love this sequel, and yeah!

See you in the next chapter!

Poor Sans though, he's so tormented.