Sans x frisk

Part:10

Headed home, headed home, finally headed home.

This was beyond exciting. At last, she was free! Frisk hoisted her bag onto her shoulder and bid farewell to Asgore, starting down the winding path that would eventually lead her back to Snowdin. Her father had asked if she'd wanted him to send an escort with her for the journey back, but she had politely refused. The path was a familiar one, and besides...someone had taught her a lot of shortcuts.

Her feet produced a comforting rhythm as she plodded along. A wide grin refused to budge from her face, and Frisk greeted every monster she met cheerfully. How could she not be happy? The series of long, agonizing conferences was finally over. The air was comfortable - not too cool, not hot. Most importantly, she would see Sans and Papyrus soon. Soon, she wouldn't have to spend every night alone anymore.

Being alone in the middle of the night and not being able to just reach over and touch Sans...it had been starting to get to her. Every time she woke up, unable to get comfortable, her heart would be going a mile a minute when her search for Sans ended in empty sheets. To her sleep-bleared mind, her first thought was that he'd left and wouldn't be coming back, or that something had happened to him. It was embarrassing how many times she had had to text him when that happened, just to know that he was out there, safe and sound. The idea of abandonment had always been terrifying.

Frisk shook her head fiercely to dispel the thoughts. That was all over and done with. Now, only good times were ahead of her. Judging from the sound of the audio clip Sans had left her, they would be very good.

Fantasies and possibilities for what awaited them when she came home danced through her mind. As a result, her concentration for the final conference she had to attend was non-existent. Anticipation and sleepiness combined to make her extremely unhelpful. Coffee was truly the only thing that had kept her coherent, though Frisk normally didn't touch the stuff.

That clip had left Frisk more exhausted than she'd originally thought. She had meant to text Sans back right after he'd replied to her audio clip (a long line of tongue emojis and winky faces), but when she woke up the next day, her phone was in her hand and the reply box was full of unsent gibberish that she must have typed while half-conscious. Oops.

Now, she pressed her cell to one ear with her shoulder, struggling not to drop her bag as Toriel asked how it had all gone over the phone.

"Yeah, everything went fine... It was really boring. Dad's okay. We had breakfast together before I left."

They chatted for a while. Toriel was currently preparing a trip to the Surface to see how the monsters there were doing. It was only brought up for a moment, but Frisk could sense from her mother's tone that she was still trying to persuade her to come with her for once.

How ironic that her mother now wanted her to go Aboveground, when at first, she had been so eager to keep her here. How the roles had changed over the years. The subject was always uncomfortable, and Frisk struggled to find a change of topic that would take them away from the conversation.

Luckily, Frisk had just made her way through a familiar patch of trees. Rounding a corner, Frisk saw Snowdin's blinking welcome sign twinkling ahead.

"Well, I'm almost back to Snowdin, I gotta go... I will, love you too."

Frisk hung up, then stopped in her tracks to get a good look at the little town. Home. It was early March, but the air here still bit at her nose and felt refreshing in her lungs. She could smell the faint scent of food wafting over from Grillby's. She could hear the faraway shrieks of children playing. Frisk knew it hadn't been long, but she had gotten so used to the little town that the five days away had felt like a year.