Time Takes All (challenge complete)

Story 1: Sunrise

FREEDOM DAY.

      The sun was bright. So bright that Sans had to squint his eye sockets to stop the glaring light. Papyrus, somehow doing it while Sans was marveling at the beauty of a sunrise for the first time, had already run off to greet the humans, and Sans was trying his best to catch up to him.                                           Sans saw a downhill shortcut (or at least thought that he could get to Papyrus faster if he reached the bottom first) and took it, going much faster than he planned. He was unable to teleport right next to Papyrus due to them being in an entirely new world, and he needed to know the layout of the land in order to teleport. That was why, due to him living down there nearly his entire life, he could get anywhere in the Underground. From the Hotland sentry point to Grillby's, from anywhere really.                    Sans's thoughts were broken when, suddenly, a thick brown tree appeared in his way, and Sans hit his head with a loud BONK. Sans heard a sickening crack follow, and he was instantly overcome with dizziness. He felt himself fall onto the ground, the soft warm grass comforting him rather than the brutal coldness of the soft snow. Trying to recover from the dizziness, he tried to get up, but felt a sharp pain in his head, and his vision was somehow coated red. He fell back into the loose embrace of the grass. He felt strangely tired, and like he was floating rather than lying down. His head was extremely light. Maybe he should just close his eyes...

     "Sans!"

      Sans faintly heard someone yell his name. It sounded like it was being muffled by a pillow. It sounded sort of familiar. Did Papyrus turn around and find him? Papyrus could carry him, so Sans, once again, tried to fall asleep...

     "Sans!"

      There was that voice again. It seemed nearer this time, almost like the caller was getting closer to him. He could tell that it wasn't Papyrus. The voice was too high pitched to be Papyrus. And much too soft. Sans tried to figure out who was calling his name, but he couldn't tell. His head was too dizzy.

     "Sans!"

      The owner of the voice, he could tell, was much closer, however it still sounded muffled. Twisting his head left and right, trying to find the source.

      Left.

      Right.

      Left.

      Right.

      Left... There was someone coming his way. 

      Squinting to see if his blurry red vision would clear up a bit, he could see a little girl running towards him. She was wearing a sweater that was striped a faint blue and bright purple and was way too big for her. She was also wearing a pair of shorts that matched the blue color of her sweater, and underneath them a pair of pitch black leggings. She wore brown sneakers that were very worn from running. She had brown hair that tickled her shoulders with their tips, and bangs that almost covered her worry-filled, hazel-green eyes.

      "Frisk." Sans moaned, trying to sit up again, but the pain in his skull spiked again, and he found himself lying back down on the ground.

      "Sans! What happened?! Your skull is cracked and you're bleeding badly!" Frisk said, kneeling down next to Sans.

      "I just hit my head on the tree in front of me. It's nothing serious." Sans said deliriously, smiling sleepily at her.

      "Sans, your skull is cracked open! Blood is covering half of your face!"

      "I'm going tibia ok." Sans joked, laughing at his bad pun, but it quickly became a groan when he moved his head.

      "No jokes now! Stay still." Frisk ordered, placing her head on Sans's wound. Instantly, a warmth encased Sans's head, and he couldn't help but relax, sighing in relief. Frisk smiled, and carefully   finished the healing process. After she was done, Sans's dizziness faded away and he quickly sat up.           Looking at Frisk, he was about to tell her thank you when suddenly, his heart skipped a beat at the sight of her. The sunlight made her coffee colored skin glow slightly, and the shadows shaped her face in an ever-so elegant way. There was a small glint of life in her eyes that made her seem all the more enthusiastic and pretty. Sans blushed slightly, his cheek-bones turning a light cyan blue. Frisk, not taking notice, placed both of her hands on the sides of his face, making him blush even more. Leaning towards him, she gently placed her lips where Sans's wound had been. Sans's heart stopped for a short moment, his breathing almost hitching. He felt incredibly warm, especially his cheeks. When Frisk's parted from his head, he tried his best to look as inconspicuous as possible. He wasn't succeeding very much. However, Frisk didn't notice.

      "Wh-why'd you do that?" Sans asked, mentally kicking himself for stuttering slightly. Frisk merely smiled. It was her special smile, the one that was small and almost noticeable, with only a tiny bit of her teeth showing. Sans tried so hard to not look at her directly, in fear that his blushing would become so hard, Frisk would notice.

      "Toriel once told me that a kiss would always make a wound feel better." Frisk said, her smile not escaping her lips. Sans didn't understand what was going on. Why was he feeling this way? He never felt this way when he first met Frisk, and he still didn't feel this way through her journey. Sure, when Frisk saved him, his brother, and his friends, he felt some weird feeling when he looked at her during the sunrise, but it wasn't as strong as it was now. Sans thoughts were broken once again when he felt Frisk's hands leave the sides of his face. She stood up, and offered a hand to Sans, who hesitantly took it. She helped him up with surprising strength, and Sans found himself uncomfortably close to Frisk's face. Sans quickly took a step back, and looked away. Frisk was about to turn and run down to the nearby human village, when Sans stopped her.

      "Uh...Frisk?" He asked.

       Frisk turned around, waiting for the question that Sans was about to ask.

      "Do you know what this feeling is? It almost feels like I'm happy, but this feels better. It feels like my heart is floating in my chest. And it happened when you came. Do you know what this feeling is?" Sans wanted to ask. But he asked something else instead.

      "How... will the village react to seeing...Papyrus?"

       Frisk eyes seemed to widen, and her face grew into one of fear.

      "We need to stop him! Quickly!" Frisk nearly screamed, running down the hill. Sans followed her, that strange feeling in his chest remaining.