Time Takes All (challenge complete)

Story 8: 1 month later

"Do I look good, Papyrus?' Sans asked.
"SANS, YOU'RE WEARING THE SAME TYPES OF CLOTHES YOU ALWAYS WEAR!" Papyrus exclaimed. What he was saying was true. Sans was wearing the same jacket and worn-out tennis shoes that he always wore, and that the only difference in his clothes were that he was wearing a grey turtle-neck sweater, and and black jeans for the cold weather outside.
"I know, because I always look good in this."
Papyrus just sighed and said nothing. He could never get Sans to take off the jacket. After all, it was a present from their father before he died of unnatural causes.
"WELL, JUST HAVE FUN AT THE PARTY!!!" Was all Papyrus said to Sans' remark.
And so Sans waited for Frisk where they usually hung out and studied together, which was the college fountain. While waiting, he did all of these unnecessary acts, such as re-tie his shoelaces and make sure his pockets were free of lint.
"Hey, Sans, you ready to go?" He heard behind him. Sans turned to see Frisk standing behind him, and quickly turned away so she couldn't see him blush. She was wearing a peach-colored, loose floral blouse, with the flowers a collage of orange and pink. She wore a bright blue pair of leggings, which separate you would think that they would not go together, but actually combined very nicely. On her feet were these silver sandals that sparkled with every step. And to top it off, she was wearing this little golden-flower hairpin. It didn't exactly go with the outfit, but she always wore that hairpin with everything, no matter what. Sans had once asked her where she got it, and she would just look away and say "from a friend long gone," and that would be the end of the conversation. But today she was smiling, looking at Sans with a look that meant to be annoyed, but she was too happy to be.
"Why don't you ever wear anything else?" She said in a fake annoying tone.
"I am wearing something different. I'm wearing jeans and a sweater. And I don't need to change, I'm always this handsome." Sans replied. Frisk couldn't help but giggle.
And so they walked to where the party was supposed to be, talking about college work and telling bad jokes. It wasn't that far, it was just the college gym rented out and decorated.
There were two people sitting at a cheap looking plastic table in front of the doors of the gym, taking tickets from fellow students and telling the guy at the doors to let them in. When Sans and Frisk approached, their faces were a mixture of false pleasantly and true disgust. Sans could guess what, or who, they were disgusted with. But they didn't say anything when Sans and Frisk gave them their tickets, and were allowed in.
One thing about the party was that there was a lot of effort put into it. There was a big dance floor put in the center, and even a transportable bar at the left. Flashing lights and a disco ball was built into the ceiling, and everyone inside was either dancing, drinking, or talking. In the corner there was a dj who, if they squinted their eyes they could see that it was Napstablook playing one of his new tunes.
"This actually looks like it might be fun." Frisk said to Sans, having to raise her voice so Sans could hear. Sans nodded and simply said, "well let's go have fun then. He walked into the crowd, with Frisk following him.
They did have fun. They danced until their heels and sides ached, chatted with other people until they grew bored of the conversation, and drank until they felt dizzy. Or, at least Sans did. Frisk wasn't old enough to drink, so she just had a Sierra Mist while Sans drank as much Ketchup as he could handle. It wasn't until the party was almost over that the fun stopped.
Frisk and Sans were walking back a bit early, feeling like they were finished with the party, when a group of men walked up. It was that guy who gave them the tickets in the first place. Frisk was just going to walk past them, but she had to help Sans walk, so she was too slow to lose the group.
"Hey, Frisky. How was the party?" The guy asked. Frisk blushed at the name he called her, remembering it all too well from the guys that would try and get her attention. Sans saw that look of embarrassment on her face, and was about to turn and tell them a few words that he wouldn't say in front of Papyrus, but Frisk gripped his hand tightly, and pulled him along.
But the men followed them, keeping up with their brisk pace. It wasn't long before Sans felt someone bump against his back. He felt a hand grip his wrist and pulled it out of Frisk's grip. He was pushed harshly to the sidewalk, and because of the momentum, he stumbled onto his side. Fortunately, because of the cold weather, he decided to put up his hoodie (despite him having no skin to feel the cold) and it cushioned his skull so that the fall hurt less than it should've.
He looked up to see that the man was holding Frisk by her wrist rather tightly. She tried to twist it out of his grip, but it was so tight you could hear the strange sticky-like sound that came from skin rubbing against another.
"What do you want from me?" Frisk asked in a commanding tone. The man glared at her, a wierd expression plastered on his face. Sans could see Frisk falter slightly under his glare, which was something that is very rare.
"Frisk, I've been asking you outfit over a year now. But you ignore me, and instead go out with a Hun."
"I thought I said that I hated that word." Frisk interrupted. It was obvious to Sans that she was trying to avoid the subject that the boy was talking about.
Sans was about to get up and tell the man to leave her alone with the help of his magic eye, but he felt a boot hit his shoulder blade sharply and push him back to the sidewalk. Sans looked up and saw that it was one of the group members.
"Stay down, Hun." Was all he said. Sans felt his eye activate, and he tried to throw the man off, but he was stopped when he noticed that Frisk was panicking.
"Let me go! I did nothing to you! Just please!" She said. Tears were beginning to stream down her cheeks. The man didn't listen to her and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her closer to him.
"Why do you taint your presence with these Huns?" Was all he said, and his hand began to move closer to Frisk's chest.
Sans has had enough.
He could feel his eye activate, and he launched the guy holding him down through the air. The man holding onto Frisk looked up, and his look of drunken triumph turned into one of fear.
Sans began to walk towards him, no T even taking his time because he was so enraged. So enraged, in fact, that he almost didn't see the knife that the man was pressing against Frisk's neck.
"If you come anywhere near me, I'll shove it straight through." He said. Sans stayed still, the shadow of his hood covering his eyes. But his left eye still glowed in the dark, giving him a much more menacing look.
"Behind you." Was all Sans said.
The man turned around, and was shocked to see a floating skull of an unknown animal behind him that simply opened its mouth and grabbed the mans head. It did not kill him, but simply flung him across the street, where he fell unconscious.
Frisk fell down onto her knees, and began to sob. Sans finally began to calm down, and ran over. He placed his hand on her shoulder. But Frisk flung herself onto him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Sans knew it wasn't the perfect time, but he couldn't help but blush.
"It's fine. Nothing else is going to happen. I'm here for you." Sans said, putting his arms around Frisk's shoulders. For a while they just sat there, holding onto each other while Frisk's wails slowly turned intonsob, and then whimpers. She looked up at Sans and quietly said "I want to go home." Sans nodded and stood up.
They walked home together, holding onto each other's hand.