Cinderella Story

Part 8

Asriel led the captain and the prince out. Sans stared at the slipper in his hand, feeling blue tears trail down his cheekbones.

Had it all been just a dream?

Undyne had already reached the guard dogs when Asriel suddenly grabbed Sans' collar and pushed him against the door.

"She's lying."

Sans stared at the goat boy. "What?"

"Chara, she's lying. There's another girl."

Hope rose back up. "Who? Where? Why?"

"She was the last kid my parents adopted. I was just upset that my mom spent more time with her, but Chara was jealous. And she threatened me-"

"Shut up and tell me her name!"

"Frisk. Her name is Frisk."

-_-

Frisk sighed as she dunked the shirt into the river. Her time spent with the Prince would be nothing but a beautiful dream.

But she knew that she needed to get away from her sister soon. Frisk could pack up all the possessions she had left and start walking...

"Frisk!"

She looked up in surprise. Asriel was running down the hill. Behind him was...

Prince Sans followed close behind, eyes focused on her.

Something like panic snapped in her mind and she started running. It was like last night, that desperate heart pounding as adrenaline poured through her systems.

Then a hand caught her own.

"Please, don't run away." Sans said quietly. He smiled down at her, staring deep into her eyes. The glass slipper she had left sparkled in his hand. "Please?"

Frisk nodded, watching the skeleton kneel down and take her foot out of the clog she wore.

-_-

Her foot was so small, so delicate. Sans smiled up at the girl as the slipper slipped on, as though it was made for her. "I know those eyes anywhere."

"Sorry for...everything."

"Don't be- besides running away." Sans said. His heart was pounding. "Frisk is a pretty name."

"I was worried Chara would punish me if I told."

"I just didn't want to drive you away."

"I love you."

Sans' cheeks lit up. "Well then. Will you marry me?"