[Insert pun here] (Sans x reader)

Chapter 1

     It was a striking noon day as tiny Frisk and you took a stroll in the neighboring mountains, Mt. Ebott. The sun was shining, birds were singing brightly, on days like these you and Frisk had light picnics far away from the small town below the mountain! The tiny sandwiches and fruit snacks filled you and Frisk with enough energy and determination to toss around their favorite ball.

        Frisk held a red ball between their tiny palms and tossed it lazily at you.  Sweet giggles escape your lips as you get ready to play a long game of catch and throw with them. Your picnics lasted until the sun kissed the horizon even though you knew it was dangerous to be out so late. You thought it was fine mainly because it was only a small town, what more could happen? It was a beautiful day to boot, what a fun day to play out in the sun with your tiny friend in nature!

        Frisk's last toss had you scrambling to pick up the red devil, the sun gleaming off the rubbery plastic. "Shoot! Get back here." With a fleeting glance at the tiny child standing still (they made no move to help), you dash into the bushes in hot pursuit. Bushes swallowed the ball and you making the quiet child tilt their head patiently. They knew right away that you would get lost and that did not settle well with them. They grabbed the pack you brought up the mountain and pulled it on their back, the sack being almost half their size. This proved to be a difficult task for Frisk, but none the less, they trecked onward.

        Tiny Frisk follows carefully, pushing through shrubbery and avoiding tree roots. They were much less clumsy than you. Most of the time, you could casually trip over gravel, or socks (they admit to placing a few things for you to fall over for their own amusement). You had lost sight of the ball a little after it had entered the large, green bush. A minute or so later you had found it once again. Frisk never tired of your odd mannerism.

        You fumbled around with the small ball having accidentally kicked it farther than it had really gone. Once the gleaming red ball was held firmly in your grasp, you glanced over your shoulder. Frisk was tailing you much to your surprise, but not only that, you had made your way into a dark and scary part of the mountain. The greenery was thicker and untamed. In one moment the trees, bushes, and wild grass could eat both you and Frisk, never to be seen again (not that anyone would notice). It mainly just screamed 'Turn around!' and that was exactly what you wanted to do.

        You started to panic, what were you to do?! This was unfamiliar turf to you even if you did grow up in these mountains. You had noticed the sack slung over Frisk's back and quickly relieved them of the burden. With the sack now on your back you had nothing more than Frisk, you, and a red ball standing at the edge of the slowly dimming forest. This peaceful day gaaah turned into a stressful one in less than 10 minutes. 

        Frisk tugged at the hem of your (f/c) sweater. They had worry laced in their doeish eyes. You glance down, lips pursed in displeasure, and calm your racing heart taking their warm tiny palm into your larger one.

        "We'll be fine.." You smile gently down at the worried child, thinking sourly as you and Frisk continued on, '... I hope'.

//A-n

This is my first story up here, it is also on my quotev. I do have more parts up on quotev but i hope to keep these two at the same pace, if not, just close will do. Work with me here and don't be afraid to comment about bad grammar, spelling, flow, ideas, or if you just want to say hello :)

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