Flowerfell (Sans x Frisk) (on hold)

Anyone can be a good person

"I'm telling you this may not be a bad thing."

"I'LL TELL YOU WHAT'S A BAD THING!"

Frisk hears the two skele-brothers arguing in the blizzard.

"Well, that's new..." Flowey mutters. Flowey can remember every change in each reset. That's what keeps Frisk's sane most of the time.

"You are trying to become friends with the enemy, Sans!" Papyrus shouts.

Frisk drops the hand shielding her eyes and sees Papyrus jabbing a gloved finger in Sans's chest. Sans staggers backwards but keeps his ground steady.

"I am NOT trying to become friends with her. But I am saying that we think this thru."

"You clearly can't THINK Sans! You just sit at your post and sleep and eat all day just like the worthless thing you are!" Papyurs bickers.

"THAT'S ENOUGH PAPYRUS!!" Sans growls.

"Oh, look! The garbage knows how to talk back too!"

"Are they fighting?" Flowey whispers and turns to Frisk, "This is our chance to book it. We can get pass Papyrus!"

Frisk shakes her head, "Papyrus would surely notice. I can't die again otherwise I'll be blind. It's not worth the risk, Flowey."

Sans and Papyrus are still yelling at each other, but louder. Frisk shivers in the cold and waits for the two to notice her. When they do Papyrus gives her a crooked grin.
"Well, well, well., speaking of the devil." he sneers while summoning bones, ready to attack. Frisk swallows and shivers slightly. But then Sans marches towards her. The bones fade away.

"WHAT... ARE... YOU DOING!?" Papyrus spats.

"To spite and show you I'm NOT USELESS." Sans yells while grabbing Frisk's good arm. She flinches out of instinct. "I'm taking her to Asgore!"

The human freezes in place. A deep growl starts to rumble in Papyurs's throat.

"No..." Papyrus growls.

"WATCH ME!" Sans bites back.

Frisk stumbles as lights surrounds them one second and disappears the next. When she blinks she sees a sentry station similar to the one in Snowdin. Except this one had neon blue flowers on either side of it and no snow was covering. Frisk nearly falls but Sans snatches the sleeve of her sweater to steady her. Sans holds her steady by holding her hand.

"You alright, Sweetheart?" Sans asks softly.
She pulls away quickly, careful not to drop poor Flowey. Sans lets her go and holds up his hands in defense.

"Easy there, Sweetheart."

"Y-You..." Is all Frisk could muster, she hasn't hyperventilated in a long time. She thought she was doing well but her chest seemed to close up her lungs which made her take short breaths.
"Y-You're t-taking me to K-King Asgore?..."

Flowey extends a couple of his vines towards Sans, ready to defend Frisk at all costs. The skeleton spares a glance at the flower but then stares into Frisk's only visible eye.

"Would you believe me if I said I lied to my brother, Honey?" he asks.

Frisk frowns, "Why?"

"He was going to kill you," he coaxed, " I had to do something to get you out of there alive. I don't think he'll follow us here unless he wants to dust me." He chuckles to himself. "I reckon he's always wanted to do that, but I don't go down that easily."

"Unbelievable," Flowey breathes. Frisk frowns further.

"You..." she looks at his held up hands and his face, "You're helping me?"

"You said you believe anyone can be a good person, right?" he shrugs like he normally does, "I'm trying it out for once." He slowly lowers his hands and holds one out towards Frisk. She eyes the hand warily. It's about a minute until Frisk reaches out for it. He wraps his boney fingers around her flowered hand and they both walk towards a waterfall.

"How did we get here in a blink of an eye? Did you teleport?" Frisk asked curiously.

"Shortcut," Sans corrected.

"Okay?" Frisk replied giggling slightly.

Frisk isn't dead or dying. She finally got past Papyrus. Slowly, Frisk smiled to herself, determined.