Sans x frisk

Part:11

Frisk wasn't the world's biggest birthday fan these days. Sure, the day itself was great; she had wonderful friends who always spoiled her when it rolled around. They would all go out to eat together, Papyrus and Undyne would tag-team to make her a cake. Toriel would always get her a small but highly useful gift. Alphys would get her tickets to a show or arrange for a girl's day out to celebrate. Sans would...well. He always did something different and fun for her every year, and his gifts were the ones she had most looked forward to since she was a kid.

It wasn't celebrating the birthday that troubled Frisk. The problem with birthdays was that the older she got, the more pressure there was to move Aboveground to live with the settlement of monsters already there. It had been gentle pushes, at first. No one had been harsh when she was a child. But now that Frisk was officially a human adult, the pushing was anything but gentle.

Every year was the same now. Frisk would go out with her friends, have a great time, then go home to visit her parents and get The Talk. It was making the day out celebrating harder and harder to enjoy, when she knew that the visit home would being a tense  argument that usually left her in tears. Her mother and father would apologize and back off of it then, but little allusions to it would pepper her for the next few months. It was bothersome, and left Frisk on edge.

She knew that there was no reason why she shouldn't be Up There now. There was a house sitting empty for her there, waiting for her to go back to the Surface she had left behind so many years ago. The monsters in the settlement all knew her. She wouldn't even have to live among humans. Still, she was terrified.

What would she do with all of that space? The thought made her skin crawl. There was no ceiling Aboveground; only endless sky. So much room. What if all of the monsters, all of her friends, decided to roam away to explore it? Would she be left behind?

...What if Sans was so enamored with the outside world that he decided to leave her? That was a new fear. Sure, he loved her, but she was the only human he'd ever seen. What if there was another human out there that he liked more? What if there was some girl waiting on the Surface who would try and steal him away because she thought that being with a monster was edgy or cool? Frisk loathed the thought of her friends being seen as novelties.

It was selfish of Frisk, but a part of her just wanted to stay down here forever and have nothing change. That way her life couldn't be thrown into turmoil.

As the day of her twentieth birthday drew nearer, Frisk's temper grew short. Sleep came in fits and bouts, and she was ashamed to admit that it affected how she treated her housemates. Little things irritated her, like Papyrus getting overexcited and shouting in the house, or Sans slowly cracking all of his bones after he got out of the shower. Dumb things. Things that never wouldhave mattered if she hadn't been so damn stressed.

Sans was horribly patient with her. It made her guilty to even have someone as understanding as him around when she was behaving the way she was. No matter how oddly she was acting or how much she snapped, he never seemed angry. It was more than Frisk felt she deserved. She was a terrible person for most of March. Sans must have explained her sudden mood change to Papyrus as well, because now she had two or three sticky notes on her chair at breakfast, and every morning she was given several pats on the head (a little less painful now). They were both too good to her.

The night before she turned twenty, she didn't relent to sleep's welcome embrace until about four in the morning. Sans, of course, stayed up with her. They talked about all sorts of things, and it was just what she needed. Nothing was more relaxing than his hand through her hair, calming her, content to just listen.

"Aren't you scared, too?" She'd asked after most of her frustrations were vented to him.

"Well...yeah, Frisk. I've never known anything else. I'm scared I'll like, melt in the sun or somethin'."