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Is he going to do something? He was showing off, but why? He never did. Was he...? I smiled taking his hands
"Of course I'll dance with you." I beamed lightly, his smile widened, despite how he had opened up to me. I could still see just how fake that smile still was. His hands were always cold, yet he radiated heat. He held a facade, while always hurting inside. I knew that, but I knew he'd never really let me in. Along with our new 'situation'.
We twirled around the room, Mettaton swooning behind us rating our movements, like this was a show. There were times when we were so close we could kiss once again, but he always pulled back, like something was new.
We danced silently, just for a while, enjoying the company, moving with the music, freeing ourselves from our usual fear of dancing.
I heard the song nearing its end, and I glanced to Sans eyes, and there was something new. He had more light, he looked more alive, pun not intended. "What's on your mind, Sans?" I asked quietly, he closed his eyes giving a small chuckle,
"Nothing quite yet..." Was all the told me. I help up my smile, but I was lost now, what is so different. Fear rose in me, was it the other girl? Is there more happiness in his original world? Has he only been acting this way to please me?
My grip tightened, and he noticed as he opened his eyes, and looked to me worried. I avoided looking at hit, tears probably lined my eyes, but. Soon I realized there's nothing I can do... He's to far gone now... I never want to let go, but he was first too.
He was gone.
He woke up.
I stood there looking at the ground, a long smile press across my face as fears fell gently down my face. How do you hide your emotions, your confusion? Shaking, I just ran out of the resort. Mettaton crying after me, confused, but I didn't care, I want to be alone. Or do I?
Mind! Stop it!
I ran aimlessly back in the direction of Snowdin. But, all that I got to was the elevator before there was the girl. Frisk. She looked just as lost though,
"You didn't wake him up?" She looked up, her eyes looked empty, tired of hiding, tired of being used. She smiled so weakly, it hurt to just see. I stepped forward and she didn't even attempt to move, so quickly and quietly I slipped my arms around her in a hug.
"You want him right?" She asked, her voice was even hallow. She really wasn't hiding anything with me today. "I don't anymore. That's all I had wanted for so many timelines. Just to have him say or do something for my sake without it being 'cause I couldn't stop myself." She stared out of the lava blankly "I loved him too." She said a small smile spreading across her face, "but it would never work. I know. He found a sense of happiness here, he doesn't have that in the other world, I would know. So, I'm going to give him his happiness." I was crying, not anything like jealousy, just she really had loved him and it hurt her through out time. I wanted to help, but in this case, there is nothing to do.
"What are you planning on doing...?" I asked cautiously, her lips twitched upwards just for a second.
"Well, I want to give him his happiness. What better way to do that? Then to break the barrier in the world he chooses..." My eyes widened
"Frisk!" I took her shoulders and placed my head on hers, "please, we can find a different way!" She shook her head lightly, smiling more freely now.
"I don't want to be used again, and be forced into blame. I don't want to live for someone who will die for someone else." My eyes saddened, "he cares, don't let his fake screen shine to much showing the wrong feelings." My eyes teared up
"I-I can't allow this!" I cried, once again she only shook her head
"Tell him nothing of this." She snapped at me, her tone more serious than before. I flinched back, not ready for her to speak so boldly. Her hollow smile returned "come find and tell me once he is back again okay?" And with that, she had turned and entered the elevator she stood by. Leaving me standing.
She is entirely serious, there was nothing I could do... It's a positive ending for Sans and myself, if it works I suppose, but a very negative one for her. Whether it works or not. I rubbed my arms trying to comfort myself, I was scared and anxious.
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Dancing Into Tomorrow//Dancetale
FanfictionHe had given up. He didn't care about what was happening around him. He didn't care about dancing anymore. He hardly cared for anything now. But secretly, he cared too much.