The Fallen Angel - Underfell

Unexpected call

*knock knock*

A gentle knock was heard on Frisks door waking her up
Frisk checked the clock to see what hour it was.
1 A.M
"Sans? Is that you?" She said as she sat up rubbing her eyes.
The door opened, instead of Sans it was Grillby who now stood in the opening. His purple flames illuminated the dark room.
"Sans...won't be able to visit any time soon."
"What? Did something bad happen? Is he alright?"
"Don't worry, he's alright. It's just Papyrus, he seems to follow Sans everywhere he goes. Something tells me he's suspicious of him."
Frisk looked confused.
"Suspicious?"
"Yes, because he's the one who started the rumour about a human in the underground."
Grillby looked outside of the window.
"I also doubt you'll be able to get out any time soon. I'm afraid you'll have to stay here until Sans isn't a suspect anymore."
"Isn't there anywhere I can go to meet up with him?"
"No, Papyrus went in my bar with his brother, so I don't think he'll leave him alone regardless the situation."

"For how long?"
"I have no idea, I'm not able to talk about your situation with his brother behind his ass."
Frisk sighed....why couldn't it be like her universe? Where she was a friend of everyone?"
"I can give you this."
Grillby handed Frisk a phone.
"Both Sans' and mine number are in it. You can only text and call with it though but...it's something. I haven't told Sans about it but I'm sure he'll be happy he can still get in contact with you."
Frisk eagerly took the phone and checked it.
"Be careful, I don't know if Papyrus also checks his phone."
Frisk nodded.
"Well, I'm going now, have to clean the bar. Perhaps I'll see you later." He winked at Frisk and left.
Frisk opened up the menu of her phone and called Sans without hesitation.
*beep...beep...beep*

*ring...ring...ring*
"Who the fuck calls at this ungodly hour?"
Sans took his mobile and looked at the screen. "An unknown number huh? Probably that fucker with his wrong number song again." He mumbled as he pressed the red phone button and stuffed the phone back underneath his pillow.
When he was about to go to sleep he received a text message. Growling he took his mobile again and checked his messages. It was a text from Grillby

Sans, I've provided Frisk with a phone with your number, now she can call you and text you.

Sans shot up and called the unknown number back.
*beep...beep...beep...*
"Sans?"
Hearing her voice made him smile.
"Hey Doll, I'm sorry I never thought ya would call me."
"Sans, Grillby told me about Papyrus."
"Yea I know, he's an even bigger pain in the ass right now. But I can manage."
"Will he look through your phone?"
"Nah, he's not that much a bright light when it comes to Technology."
"And yet he makes puzzles." She giggled.
"Her giggle is just too cute" Sans thought.
"No, here he makes lethal death traps. And not those cute puzzles."
"Oh...should I worry about those?"
"Ofcourse not, remember I said I will always protect you?"
"How can I ever forget that?"
"Just make sure ya don't come out, promise me....okay?"
"I promise."
"Good...Doll, you have no idea how much my heart races just by hearing your voice."
Frisk had to giggle once again.
"Sans, is there any way your brother can hear you talking to me?"
"He went to sleep at 11 P.M so he's fast asleep. I just don't think I'll be able to text or call you when he's awake since he's so extremity nosey." Sans let out a big sight.
"You keep me from insanity do ya know that?"
"Maybe that's why I got here."
"Guess you're an angel fallen from above....my fallen angel."
"Sans, you're being too cheesy."
"Sorry want to have me being more spicy then?"
Silence...
Sans was all flushed red.
"I-i'm sorry, I really didn't mean to say that."
On the other side of the line Frisk bursted out laughing. Followed by a grumpy Flowey who got woken up so rudely by Frisks laughing.

"Maybe it's a bit too early for that." Frisk teased back.
Sans cleared his throat.
"Doll, it's pretty late...you should go to sleep now."
"Oh...can't we talk for a little bit longer?"
"I don't want you to lack too much sleep."
"Okay then."
"Goodnight, sweetheart"
"Dream of me."
"I'll try."
Sans hung up.
Frisk held her phone against her chest and let out a big sight.
She might not be able to see Sans for a while but atleast she still could keep in touch.
Sans was relieved to hear Frisks voice. He saved her number as "Angel" and turned of his phone and slept peacefully for the rest of the night.

To be continued...