Time Takes All (challenge complete)

Story 5: 7 Years After Freedom day

He could hear beeping. It was a strange high-pitched beeping, going off every second. It never changed its pitch either. It would always stay the same. Sans wanted the beeping noise to stop, as it was annoying him, so he tried to tech out and see if he could find an off-switch to the beeping. But he couldn't see. He was in pitch blackness because his eyes were still closed. So he tried opening them. What he saw was a blinding white light. Everything was so bright, he had to close his eyes again. But he didn't want to be in the dark, so he tried to keep his eyes open as best he could. When they finally adjusted to the harsh light, he could see that he was in a bed, and no longer a chair. The bed was rather warm and comfortable, unlike the top half of his body, where all he was wearing was a white smock. There were bandages and cast covering his arms, and there was a needle plunged into his right hand, the needle was attached to a tube that had a clear liquid float from a pouch into his hand. Then he noticed that there was something on his face, pumping air into his vomer bones. He tried to raise his left hand to touch it, because his right hand was too sore to move, but his left hand was being held by someone else's. He turned his head to see a beautiful girl sleeping, holding onto his hand for dear life. She had sharp, elegant features, her cheekbones high up and her lips thick and perfectly shaped. She had chocolate colored hair that reached down to the center of her back, the right side pulled back by a bone shaped hair clip. She wore a black and white tunic that had a baroque blur inkwash pattern and sleeves that stopped at the elbow. With it she wore a simple pair of black jeans and a dirty pair of black converse, the alley of the shoelace beginning to peel off. She had a charm bracelet on her right wrist, the chain covered with charms shaped to look like monsters from the Underground.

"F-fr-fri-fri-Frisk?" Sans stuttered, looking at the girl with a half-asleep expression. The girl twitched in her sleep, and looked at Sans with tired eyes. But she quickly awoke and gasped at seeing Sans. Her eyes began to brim with tears that quickly began to flow down her cheeks.

"Sans!" She screamed. A doctor ran in, thinking that something horrible had happened, but his look of fear quickly turned into on of relief when he saw the scene before him. Frisk lunged at Sans and hugged him gently, not trying to hurt him. Sans raised his left hand and wrapped it around her back, trying his best to hug her back.

"F-Frisk?" Sans said again. Frisk responded by placing a kiss on Sans's forehead, causing him to blush a bright blue very strongly. Frisk was sobbing into his shoulder blade, gasping for when she needed air.

"Sans! You woke up! Thank God!" Frisk wailed, not letting go of him.

"Wh-what do y-you mean? S-su-sure I sle-sleep a lot, bu-but I alw-always wake up." He said, his speech for some reason slurring and stuttering. Frisk finally let go of Sans and looked at him with blurry eyes. The doctor, who was just recently watching the small display of affection, came over and began to check Sans's eyes with a small flashlight. Sans squinted at first, but realized what the doctor was doing and tried to leave them open. The doctor smiled and put away the flashlight, which Sans hoped was a good thing.

"Other than the minor speech stutter, which is common for waking monsters and will go away in about a week or two, he seems perfectly fine. Be grateful that he's a monster, and not a human who has recently woken up." The doctor said to both himself and Frisk. That's when Sans noticed that the doctor wasn't a human, but a monster. He was like a humanoid reptile, his body covered in bright green scales instead of skin. His face was thinner that most humans, his cheekbones jutting out and his chin pointier. He had eyes that looked human, but were yellow with a black pupil. He also had small ears, which had a small frill encircle the outer part, and a flat nose. His hands seemed to be more jointed and had claws that were filed down to be less sharp. But he would still be considered handsome, even humans had to admit it. Sans looked past the doctor and saw that he even had a small tail poking out of his coat like Alphys. The doctor noticed that Sans was looking at his appearance, and a sad smile appeared on his thin lips.

"That's right. You've just woken up. Well, monsters are allowed better jobs, just to let you know." The doctor said. Sans felt a smile creep up, and he looked at Frisk, who was holding his left hand once again.

"G-go-good job, Frisk. T-to thi-think that you wo-wou-would do that so qu-qui-qui-quickly. I re-rem-remember when you sai-said that th-that was what you wa-wan-wanted to do ne-ne-next." Sans said to Frisk, hoping that she could understand him. Frisk's happy expression slowly turned into one of dismay, and Sans felt like he said the wrong thing.

"Sans. Do you remember anything?" Frisk asked.

"Ye-yes. We were wa-watching Alien, then so-some men ca-came and to-took me and th-then-" Sans abruptly stopped talking when memories came back of what happened to him. The burning rods, the water, the beating. The dust. Sans felt his left eye quickly activate, and everything around him began to glow a cyan blue. The beeping was getting faster and faster until it was a blur. The doctor screamed and quickly threw off his coat, which was now in bright blue flames. Some of the medical equipment around him began to float. But Sans didn't react. All he could remember were those long torturous hours.

"Sans!" Frisk yelled, and placed a hand on his cheek. Sans began to calm down, and everything was gently floating back to its proper place on the ground. Frisk wrapped her arms around Sans once again. The beeping slowed back down to its original pace, and Sans breathed in Frisk's scent. She smelled like tea leaves and lemon. He felt his eye deactivate.

"It's okay. Just skip that part." Frisk said, pulling away from Sans but still holding his hand.

"An-and the-then I wo-woke up here." Sans finally finished. Frisk looked down quickly, then looked back up at Sans.

"Sans, what happened was that you were kidnapped by the Hunters, an extremist group for human supremacy. You went missing for three months, then someone found you in the middle of the street, in a deep coma."

Shock began to grasp Sans's mind when he realized what she was saying.

"Frisk, h-ho-how old ar-are y-you?" Sans asked.

Frisk continued to look down, staring at the holding hands. When she looked up, it was like she was being scolded.

"I just turned twenty a week ago. Sans, you've been in a coma for five years."