"Leave me alone," I say bitterly.
"Just tell me why!"
"Why what?!" I snap.
"Why did you say 13 months when it was eight years? Why did you say it?"
"I don't have to answer to you," I keep walking.
"Frisk is the Princess!"
"Was that her choice?"
"The princess of the underground is missing! Don't you care?" His words kill me, sans only ever cared because I was the princess, the fact that I'm royal.
"Look, I have a guard after me, and if I can wait this whole thing will blow over, just stay away from me," I scoff. I pick up the pace until I'm yanked back by my soul. I tumble across the freshly fallen snow of the forest. Thankfully Alphys hasn't installed surveillance cameras here yet. Avoiding them at Grillby's and the hotel was hard enough. I turn to see sans, eye lit up with blue flames, and a sharp bone pick in his hand. With a flick of his bony wrist im slammed against a tree, duffle bag falling to the ground with a thud.
"Do you wanna have a bad time?" His white pupils disappear, this little trick used to terrify me, I was so stupid and naive.
"What the hell?!"
"Where. Is. The. Princess?"
"I don't know!"
"Then why did you lie!?" He yells, digging the bone pick into my waist, it breaks the skin easily. I Yelp in pain, I grunt and clench my teeth. Stupid girl think! Sans taught me how to get out of this! But how? He leans in, ever so slowly digging the bone into my waist further. "Why did you say 13 months?" He whispers in my face. I lift my legs and kick him hard in the chest, he flies backwards as I fall to the ground. I pull the bone from my waist and March over to him. I grab his collar and hoist him against the closest tree.
"Why did I say 13 months?" I throw him to the ground. "Why did you say two days?!?" Tears stream down my face as Sans just stares at me. I wipe my face and grab my bag. "Last warning Sans, stay away from me-" next thing I know, sans has his arms around me.
"Kid," he says softly, warmth passes over me as his magic heals my wound. I try to push off him but he holds tight. "Please kiddo," the nickname snaps me back. I shove off him.
"Don't you dare 'kiddo' me, you say two days and don't show up for eight years," he looks at me, his eyes full of guilt and sadness. "Do you have any idea what that's like for a child? To think why someone wouldn't come back?" I grab my bag. "But the worst part, is when you have to think of why anyone would," I march off in the other direction. I walk as far as my emotional damn will hold, but that's not far. Soon walking isn't enough, I break into a run. Tears steadily stream down my face, I can't stop them. I've kept a lid on my emotions for so long, I can't stop them now. My vision blurs, my legs start to give out. I duck behind a tree and curl myself into a ball, I just cry. I regret yelling, I hate myself. He came back right? And I forgive him already, nothing's changed over eight years. I'm still a naive child who thinks there is good where there isn't. I don't want to be mad at sans, I just want to know why he didn't come back for me, what was so bad about me that he left me behind.
Why wasn't I good enough to come back for?
