Undertale: REWIND

SAVE Point: 2

A/N: Just so that nobody is startled. I want to warn everyone reading this that Sans may be a little mean in this chapter ... But of course, he has to have some reason ... right? (Once again, I own nothing. //sobs)

Memories flooded Frisk's head. Flashback after flashback after flashback. Sans looked exactly the same. His clothes hasn't changed, his grin hasn't changed, he still doesn't have eyebrows ... Frisk's heartbeat accelerated. A voice inside their head was telling them to open their mouth and speak. However, Frisk's mouth was open, it's just that they couldn't find any words. If Sans thought they were mute, they wouldn't blame him.

"Don't you know how to greet a new pal?" Sans cocked his head to the side, his right hand extended.

"Uhh ... umm ..." the first stutterings of a sentence started to formulate.

"Human!" Papyrus suddenly interrupted. "Don't shake that hand! He's got a whoopee cushion in it!"

Sans groaned. "Why d'ya give it away?"

"Because it's not funny!"

"That's because you keep falling for them," Sans laughed.

"It's YOUR fault you keep putting them around the house! I must have tripped on dozens of them by now!"

All of a sudden, Frisk began to giggle. They weren't even aware of it themself until Sans and Papyrus looked at them. Frisk realised they were the only one laughing and instinctively covered their mouth, feeling self-conscious ...

A silent two seconds passed. "Welp. Whad'ya know. Looks like you do have a funny bone in you after all, Papyrus." Sans chuckled lightly.

"Oh shut up! EVERYONE has a funny bone. Mine's just the best!" Papyrus puffed out his chest proudly.

Frisk patted Papyrus's shoulder as he finished the sentence. Although their eyes were on Papyrus, they could feel Sans's gaze boring into Frisk? They wonder if he could somehow tell ... if he somehow knew ...

Then again, just like Papyrus, Sans may prove to be a "different" Sans. Frisk so badly wanted to find out what he knows and what he can tell them ... but now doesn't really seem to be the right time. Speaking of which, they wonder what time of the day it was. Frisk peered around the room but was unable to find a clock.

As if Sans just read their mind, he suddenly spoke, " ... half-past eight."

They whipped their head back around but saw that he was speaking to Papyrus.

"ALREADY? I haven't prepared for my next puzzle yet!" Papyrus looked shocked and horrified at the same time. "We must head home now!"

Papyrus stood up to leave, putting a few notes and coins on the table. Frisk reached into their pocket, pulling out a single gold piece. They mentally chided themself for not bringing more gold before coming here. Frisk quickly got down from the chair and followed Papyrus who was just starting towards the door.

Then, he stopped abruptly, almost causing Frisk to bump into him.

He turned to Sans. "OH I almost forgot! Tonight, This hu - my ... friend will be staying over," he cast a hesitant glance to Frisk who gave him two thumbs up and nodded their head.

Flushing from happiness, he turned back to the door without awaiting a response from Sans. "Follow me! I will guide you to our fantastic home! I will be the best host ever!"

"Papyrus -" Sans called after but he was already out of the restaurant.

Frisk looked at Sans. He seems troubled. "Is everything alright," asked Frisk quietly.