Frisk POV
When I handed the ketchup bottle to him I felt my face heat up. Shoot. I got myself cooled down a bit so my face was no longer pink.
I looked up at Sans since I had been looking at the floor.
"What's wrong, kiddo?" He asked.
"It's n-nothing," I said.
"You sure kid?" He asked.
"Yeah," I answered.
"You can tell me anything, alright?" He said.
"Ok," I said.
There was a knock at the door. I opened the door to see Alphys and....Asriel!?
"H-hey,"said Alphys.
"Howdy,"said Asriel.
I ran over to Asriel and hugged him. I looked behind me. Was it just me or did Sans look upset?....
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Sans x Frisk
RomanceThis is my first story and it probably won't be as good as some but I'll try my best! In this story it will be after the true pacifist ending. Frisk is 18 and Sans is 19.