The Fallen Angel - Underfell

Fuzzy feelings

Fuzzy feelings

A week has passed, Frisk started to feel more comfortabel in the Underfell universe. But Sans wouldn't allow her to go any further than Snowdin.
He was concerned she might run into Undyne.
Lately Papyrus was assigned to do more overwork which caused him to be more violent and hostile towards Sans.
"You lazy piece of shit....it's all your fucking fault. You better pray that we'll find that thing because if we don't.....you will regret it." Papyrus would often beat Sans until his hp was 0,1%
He was covered in scratches, cracks and blood everytime his brother came home.
He became his personal "stress reliever".

Papyrus bashed him up so badly that he had to he stayed home for two days to recover.
Frisk was worried something was wrong so she went to visit him.
Sans was napping in the sofa, when he heard the door open his eyes shot open, and he sprang out of the sofa. He was scared and trembling.
"P-please Boss...I wasn't napping I swear."
"Sans, don't worry....it's me."
He heard a soft and gentle voice calling out.
Sans clutched his chest, every inch of his body was in pain.
Frisk walked over to Sans and examined him.
When she reached out for his cracks on his skull he backed away.
"Sans, please let me look at it." She pleaded.
When Frisk eventually touched him, he winced.
"Who did this to you?"
Sans didn't reply and kept his gaze fixated on the floor
"Did...Papyrus do this to you?"
Sans nodded softly.
"You look awfull..." she said worried.

Her hand glided from the top of his skull to his cheek bone.
He placed his hands above hers and placed his other arm around her waist pulling her against him. Feeling the warmth of her body radiating against his cold sore bones.
Frisk was a bit shocked but didn't move. She understood Sans needed someone's affection.
"You know...I wish I could hold you against me forever..." he said with a hoarse voice. When Frisk looked up at him she noticed tears falling from his cheekbones.
"I'm just so fuckin' sick of every one hating me and treating me as shit...I hate this shitty universe....when I heard you talking about your other Sans....I got jealous...I only want someone who'd....love me. But no...my own brother treats me like a dog. Nobody ever smiles to me....I'm a nobody..." He tightened the hug.
"Doll...I..." he had difficulties with finishing the sentence.
Frisk wrapped her hands carefully around his neck. "Sans, you are somebody. You are the one who saved me. You are my guardian angel." She whispered to him.

When Sans calmed down. He cupped her chin and looked deep in her eyes. He leaned forwards but his painful ribs protested causing him to fall on his knees clutching his chest even harder.
Frisk told Sans to go rest in the sofa and ran out of his house. "Don't worry, I'll be back very soon."
She stormed to the inn and ran into the room she was staying.
"Flowey...please, I need your help."
Flowey looked up at her.
"What happend?"
"Sans...he's hurt badly."
Flowey raised an eyebrow.
"So?"
"Please Flowey...give me some of your healing petals. Frisk begged him.
"Why would I do that?"
"He didn't kill you nor me, he takes care of me."
"You do remember he threw me in the bushes right?"
"Well, yes but he got you out of it too didn't he?"
Flowey sighed.
"Fine....I'll help him, but I'm coming with you..."
Frisk picked Flowey up and quickly went back to Sans's house.

"Sans! I brought someone who can help you!"
Sans looked up.
Flowey saw how badly Sans was wounded.
"Geez, you really got whooped badly huh."
"How...can you help me?"
Sans asked. "Flowey can heal you with his healing petals."
Sans looked at her skeptical.
"And does it work?"
"Ofcourse it works!" Flowey said pretty offended.
Frisk held Flowey in front of Sans.
"Catch the petals." He murmured
Sans did as instructed. His hp got back to 1 and all his cracks where gone.
"Thanks petals."
He took Flowey out of Frisks hands and placed the pot on the floor.
"Guess I'll have to thank you now too, Doll."
Once again he leaned in to Frisks face and placed his teeth against her soft lips. Frisk placed a hand on his chest feeling his heart beat fast.
After what felt like hours Flowey cleared his throat.
"Ahem."
Sans broke the kiss and looked at him. "What? Ya need a kiss too?"
The image of them kissing made Frisk laugh. "Doll, you should probably go back, Paps could get home any time now.
"What will he do when he sees you all healed back up?"
"He doesn't care whether I'm all beated up or not. He never did."
Hearing this made Frisk sad.
"But now, I've got a distraction whenever he freaks out." He said to her smiling.
Before he let her out he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
"Please be carefull you two...."

To be continued

Thanks for being so patient with me for a new chapter, I kinda got a busy weekend. I'll see you guys soon !
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Ps. In case you're wondering, yes I've changed my name because I thought this one would suit me better.