Fairytale - An Undertale AU

Chapter 2 - I'm Back

Sans's jacket was warm. He has draped it around me earlier, back when we were walking through the forest. I was telling him about the resets. The other hims I met. Underfell, Underswap, Errortale, Inktale, Mafiatale, Reapertale, Dusttale, Horrortale, and my least favorite, Goretale. He was quiet, and he listened. The main thing I needed was for him to listen, but I also wanted his input. I wanted him to hug me and say what I did in those other worlds was ok. I wanted him to make my worst fear go away. Once we reached the bridge, I lean against the railing.

"Do you remember?" he says, a smile on his face. Looking at him, my eyes widen. A smile makes its way across my face as I nod. I do remember. This is where we met. "How long ago was that? Gosh, thirteen years?" he says. Nodding, we both chuckle a bit.

"You were playing with Pap," I sign.

"Yeah, and you just showed up. Came stumbling in from nowhere," he says, laughing a bit. "You had those big brown eyes as you fell and just cried. God, I had no idea what to do," he says, laughing.

"You were a kid," I murmur, remembering him as his eye flashed blue. Suddenly, I feel something cold and soft hit my arm. Turning, I look at it. He threw a snowball at me. Smiling, I bend down and begin to make one of my own. As I pull my arm back, something makes me stop. Images of one of the world's flashes in front of my eyes, that world. My eyes widen as my whole body shakes. Stepping back, the Sans's from that world gives me a devious smile. A scream erupts from my throat as he begins to approach me.

"Hey, hey! Frisk, what's going on?!" Sans says. I look up at him, he was back to normal. Tears well in my eyes as I burry my head into his neck. He pets my hair with his cold thin fingers. He is in his human form right now, but it takes to much energy to keep for long. My tears soak into his shirt as I pull away, wiping my eyes.

"You wanna know something strange?" I ask, talking just as quietly as I always do. He waits patiently for me to continue. "None of the other FUN values had Sans's who could turn into humans," I say, smiling. He shrugs and we continue walking. Our hands intertwine themselves together as we continue, swaying back and forth. "Has there been any sign of him?" I ask, looking at Sans.

"No, afraid not. Strange, isn't it? You and I seem to be the only ones who remember him," he says, looking down. The snow crunched under our feet as I nodded. It is strange. "When Alphys took his place, it was strange. Like everyone forgot. Even Pap . . ." Sans says, trailing off into his mind. My hand squeezes his as I pull him back into our world. "I miss him. I miss Gaster," he says.

"We all do, somewhere in our hearts," I say, looking at him.

"Yeah, I guess so. Anyways, guess who Pap has been sneaking out and 'hanging' out with?" Sans says, looking at me while wiggling his eyebrows. Giggling, I urge him to continue. "Mettaton," he says. Stopping dead in my tracks, I burst out laughing. "Yeah, I know. Crazy, right? Ever since Undyne and Alphys started dating, they had to hang out a lot. Maybe too much," he says, chuckling. Mettaton? You mean, like the robotic box? "Oh, wait; you must not have seen his upgrades. Come on," Sans says, grabbing my hand. We begin running, making our way towards town. His hand begins to change back into bone, along with the rest of him. Takes too much energy.

"Oh, yes, darling," a voice says, laughing. We peek through the bushes to see a couple people gathered around someone. "Oh course I will sign! You are a loving fan after all!" the same voice from earlier. The crowd separates a bit, just enough for us to see the owner of the voice. In the middle stood a long legged, curvy, fabulous Mettaton. He was signing someone ones pictures, a smile on his face. If I didn't have any context, I would never have had guessed that's who it was.

"Yo, Mettaton," Sans says, grabbing my hand and stepping out from the bushes. Following close behind him, the crowd begins to dissipate. Mettaton turns to look at us, a smile on his face. Gasping, he smacks his hands on his cheeks. His eyes meet mine and he smiles.