Sans x Frisk: Unpredictable Love

Chapter 3: Sans pov

Papyrus hadn't taken long to finish his "best spaghetti yet" and served it to us. Surprisingly, there wasn't any glitter littering the top and the spaghetti actually looked edible. I had always tried to finish my brothers spaghetti-as did frisk as I had noticed- even when it had the likeness of a rock. I took a bite of the pasta and my eye sockets widened. It was delicious. I locked gazes with Frisk and we shared a stunned look.

"I KNOW, YOU MUST BE SHOCKED THAT MY SPAGHETTI IS BETTER THAN ITS NORMAL EXCELLENCE. THIS IS BECAUSE UNDYNE AND I HAVE STARTED TAKING COOKING LESSONS FROM A PROFESSIONAL CHEF," Papyrus commented, making my smile broaden, if such a thing was possible.

"Papyrus, in a few months, you might even be able to win a competition against some pretty talented people," Frisk thought aloud, and papyrus looked back at her with a wide grin on his face.

"REALLY HUMAN, YOU THINK SO?"

"Definitely pap, and I'm sure Sans does too," Frisk replied, smiling at me innocently. Just seeing her smile made my heart beat faster.

"Yeah bro. The kids right, you got something going here,"

Papyrus beamed and went back in the kitchen. "VERY WELL. I SHALL PRACTICE INTO THE NIGHT. THAT IS, UNTIL MY BEDTIME," Papyrus called from the kitchen.

Frisk gave me a look. "Yes, my bro still has a bed time. otherwise he would never sleep," she nodded in understanding, knowing how energized my brother is, even with a bedtime.

"Wanna watch a movie?" I asked, seeing as Pap wasn't going to stop cooking anytime soon, which had left Frisk and I nothing to do.

"Sure," she shrugged, and I stood up, casually walking over to the couch and grabbing the tv remote.

"What genre do you wanna watch?" I ask, turning my head to look at frisk.

"Uh, how about a horror movie? Some are pretty good," I suggest, scrolling down to horror.

"Sure," she replies, laying back on the couch.

I turned on the first movie I saw and put my hands in my pockets.

The movie was at the about halfway point when a cheesy jumpscare causes Frisk to jump and leap onto my arm, cuddling up to my side. When the jumpscare was over she still clung onto my sleeve as if her life depended on it. Then after about a minute or so she realized what she was doing and pulled away, a blushing mess.

The movie carried on, though I wasn't paying attention. I don't think Frisk was either. I was replaying that moment over and over in my mind, my face covered in blue blush. Frisk was Hiding in her sweater, or "sweatertown" as she liked to call it. (Gravity falls reference XD )

Soon enough the movie was over and Papyrus's bedtime, 10:00pm, rolled around. He walked up the stairs sluggishly, before saying a goodnight and closing his door. I stood up as well and walked into my room, grabbing an extra set of blankets from my closet, bringing them back to the couch and making a make shift bed.

"Oh, is this where I'll be sleeping?" Frisk wondered aloud, and I shook my head.

"Where I'll be sleeping, you'll be in my room," I stated, and she gave me a grumpy look.

"Sans I'm not kicking you out of your own room," she said and turned, laying down and facing the couch.

I sighed and walked up the stairs, sitting in my room until I heard tiny snores emitting from downstairs, at which point I ventured down, using my magic to gently pick her up and place her in my bed. I then laid on the couch and soon fell asleep.

                          Frisk pov
I awoke in the clearing I always did when I reset. Fear blazed through my heart as I fell backwards, landing on my butt and scooting back until I hit the wall. I waited and waited, for what seemed like hours I waited, but nobody came.

I stood up, looking around in fear. I walked through the familiar catacombs of the ruins, my nerves on edge from the unusual silence.

I gasped in horror at the sight before me. Not five feet in front of me laid a pile of grey dust, by the looks of it, from the froggit that would always attack me, and that Toriel would scare off. Tears brimmed at the edge of my eyes. Would Toriel also be dead upon my arrival? I shook my head violently to clear those thoughts and kept moving forward, now more wary than ever.

By the time I made it to the familiar welcoming cottage, I had seen four dead froggits, ten dead spiders, a brutally smashed rock, and to top it all of the dummy was ripped to shreds. I walked cautiously over to the door, shakily turning the bronze doorknob. The door slowly creaked open, revealing the house being as clean and tidy as I remember it. What'd ya think? There was going to be dust everywhere? I internally laughed at that. Part of me was scared there was going to be dust covering every wall.

I ventured further into the house, going down the oh so familiar stairs. The corridor wasn't unusual, however, something seemed off, like it always did in one whenever Chara had been somewhere. My face scrunched into a snarl as I neared the end of the ruins. The stench of death ripped through the peaceful atmosphere, destroying it almost entirely. My heart thundered more and more in my chest the closer I got, until I reached the area and my heart nearly stopped. There, in the center of the room, was a pile of dust and Toriel's ruin robes. Tears freely streamed down my face, splashing to the floor with a silence-shattering plop. I backed up with horror, the sight before me almost too shocking to handle. Part of me knew this would be the outcome, however, I prayed and prayed it wouldn't be her dust at the end of this disturbing journey. I fell against the wall and sat with my head in my knees.

After an hour or so, I realized that I had to finish this horror show, I had to face my fears.