Hi! If you're not reading this you're gonna be a little lost and well too bad for you. This little thing is based on the idea that Frisk rest and something went wrong. Toriel is out of the ruins and living in Sans and Papyrus' house. All of them hates hates Zen, which is really heart wrenching for her because her soul is bonded to Sans'. That's all I'm saying for now besides it's far from finished and plan on working on it in the (near) future. Enjoy!~ Also Frisk is a they and uses sign language. They will in every story I do with the exception of special timelines.
After the kid pressed 'reset' I was back in the same dark room, also known as my room in the inn. Sighing, I get up and check the time, 12:32. Heh, same time as always. I got on my shirt, my black leggings, and my shorts and headed out, grabbing Zackers' jacket on the way. I walked down to the lobby when something felt off. Wait... isn't Sans supposed to come and say 'hey the kid's here today. Wanna check them out with me this time?' I would always say no, to not screw up the timeline but this was wrong. Quickly paying my respectful 80g for the night, I headed out to Sans' and Papyrus's house.
Hastily I pounded on the door, to then be greeted with an exited Papyrus, then his expression hardens upon seeing me. "SANS! You have a... er... ugh, gests." Then he walks of in a hasty manner to the kitchen, probably to make spaghetti. He sounded like he hates me, but he doesn't... right? I thought it was completely imposable for Papyrus, the cinnamon bun of cinnamon buns to hate someone.
Peering in, I see Sans playing our favorite game with someone else that I had no need to consider. Sans' face, one filled with joy in friendly competition, now was full of heavy dislike once he saw me. I dare not say hatred... he loves me... right?
"oh... zendaya, fancy seeing you around here after i told you to get lost." 'Zendaya!?' 'Get lost!?' What the...?
"are you gonna do somethin' or are you just gonna stand in the door way makein' tori cold?" 'Tori?' Toriel!? I look over to see her giving me a disapproved look. "T-Tori?" I ask.
"Don't 'Tori' me, miss. You made it very clear that you never wanted to address me by that ever again." Her eyes were rimmed with tears. What did I do?
"I... I. Wha- what did I do? I mean come on Sans, our favorite game? No good morning offer to go to Grillby's? Why is this timeline so weird?"
"tch... you're not worthy of grillby's." Sans' words stung like one of my daggers through my soul. I look over to Papyrus who was watching closely before I looked over. My eyes were far beyond tearing up, letting a few tears streak down my face, I turn around and step out of the door frame.
When I step out, I look back at no one and say, "The kid's comein' today. Might wanna get your royal asses over if you wanna keep on schedule with the brat." I look forward and mumble under my breath, "Right after I have a little... 'talk' with them..."
+++
"Oh hey Zen!" Frisk signs, skipping up to me.
I bend down and grab the color of their shirt and pull them up to my height. "Why is the timeline so weird?" I say through gritted teeth.
"W-what? I mean Toriel didn't save me from Flowey bit I thought it was just a bug!" They sighed frantically.
"Ugh..." I drop Frisk and turn my back to them, crossing my arms, "well Toriel is at Sans and Papyrus' house... And they hate me..."
"What!? Why!?" They signed.
"I don't know! As far as I know about the timeline is that Sans got Toriel to come out of the ruins, sometime before I came along. They seem super close... and I'm worried."
"Why?"
"Because Sans hates me... It got me thinking, 'what if he doesn't remember the timelines in this one? Will he hate me forever? Or will everything come back to him?' I don't want to lose the one person that's been to my Hell and back and still loved me... I don't wanna loose Sans, Frisk."
They look down as they were thinking then look up and sinned, "Let's go to Grillby's."
"I'm pretty sure he hates me too, but worth a shot." I say, shrugging. "Oh I forgot, I'm good at 'shortcuts' in this timeline!"
When we walked up to Grillby's I felt several glares burning into my skin. I turn around and face the monsters who are giving me death stares and say, "Why do you all hate me! What did I do!?"
Frisk pats my arm and motions for me to go inside. I pull my hood over face so I can't see the death glares and walk inside.
I walk over and sit where I usually would and take out the whoopee cushion for Frisk. Not long after Grillby walks up to us. I had my head resting on my arms, which were crossed on the counter. I expected him to say something that would just break me even more, but instead he stroked my hair while asking Frisk what they want. I assume fries because that's what they usually get, then he nods. Grillby looks to my breaking form and asks what's wrong.
"Sans hates me," I weep.
"Zen... Sans has always hated you... ever since he got Toriel to come out of the ruins and she told him everything that you did to her," He says.
"What did I even do...?" I ask, tears pooling under my face, onto the counter.
"You almost killed her. Left her at .5 HP."
"WHAT!? I would never do that?" I protest, my hears shooting up from the counter.
"But... you did. I don't know why, when you were asked you didn't come out of your house for days. You disappeared from Snowdin for months. I don't even know why you're here now."
"I'm here because Frisk is here..."
"And I'm here because I fell down a hole like an idiot!" Frisk signed.
"Yah you are an idiot!" I say, ruffling Frisk's hair and winking. "Also Grillby can I have some fries?"
Grillby nods and walks to the back.
"Soooo... Frisk," I start, dabbing my finger in some salt and licking it off, "when was the last time you did a Genocide rout?"
"Umm... four -no- five resets ago. Why...?"
I hummed in thought. Was Chara behind this? Last time she really wanted me to suffer. What better way than take the one I've bonded with and make him have me. Dose Chara even have power over the timelines like that...? Well she is a ghost child demon thing. It's quite possible.
"Do... do you think Chara has something to do with this?"
Frisk looks down, as in deep thought and then with shaky hands signs "maybe".
