《 My Sweet Dream 》~ || Frans & Papara Oneshots ||

✿Three ~ Futile Apologies✿

♥︎ Author's P.O.V. ♥︎

Sans could hear the dreadful sound of feet tap against the golden hallway's floor. The awful din of an object slicing the air could be heard, swinging... swinging, in circles. The ominous footsteps stopped, and in front of him stood his demented lover.
Her eyes were twinkling with a disgusting delight, bloodshot in flame.
"Sup Baby Cakes~! How're ya?" She greeted flirtatiously, stopping the swing of her knife and holding the ends between both pointer fingers. He heard her giggle slightly before stepping forward threateningly, putting him on edge.
"Hey there." Sans said without worry. He couldn't think of a name for he-- it. This monster, is not his Frisk. This abomination of a human body with a black and tattered soul, was no longer his loving kiddo. "Heh, maybe you should stay over there, we wouldn't want you getting hurt now would we?" Frisk put on a fake pouty face and crossed her arms, blade frustratingly close.
"Now that's no fun! How can I enjoy myself if none of us get hurt? I thought you would be a bit more interesting." She glanced almost nervously at her obviously bony past-lover, but the worried spark left almost instantly.
"Oh I am sweetheart. I just don't think you're up for it." Sans spoke with a gentle yet lazy pride.
"Hehehe, I like that tone. Well hot-stuff, I might be a little different then you think." Her pupils flared with a radiant glow, screaming with pain of the deceased. The grin stapled on her face was vulgar and twisted... Crazy.

Without a blink, Frisk ran at him, gracefully dodging every attack he threw on her way towards him. Bones shot out of the ground, but she was beyond prepared, easily escaping their pierce. All of her motions were precise and planned, not even one bead of sweat dared to drop as she flipped right over his head and landed perfectly behind him. Her blade shot out, pointing at Sans's head. The cold steel, covered in a thick dust, barley chipped his neck. One swipe, and he can say hello to Hell... or just the uncomfortable feeling disintegration.
"Wow, and here I thought you'd put up a bigger fight darling~, but I was sadly proven wrong. You see, all that AU jumping landed me in quite a few places, I learned so many things! Like how to dance properly." She trailed off, knowing that a smalltalk would leave room for her toy to attack. "Buuuuttt. That's a story that you won't be able to hear." She grazed her weapon down his back and lingered a bit before trailing to his stomach. The hideous simper she wore was now one of the sweetest she ever forced upon herself. Even when she had her love at the end of her own blade, she smiled. And even though it bore on the most beautiful face he had the pleasure of looking at, it was unsettling and unwanted. "K- Frisk..." but it was hard to speak, he'd been soft this whole time, afraid to even scratch his amethyst. When he tried with a killing effort, she barely lifted a finger. He has to try something else.
"Hm? Having trouble? That's too bad..." she pressed the knife closer to his rib cage. "You seemed to be a lot stronger, is it just a Chara thing?" She asked with a very bored expression.
     "Why a-are you..." but his couldn't continue, not with her cutter ready to lacerate him, definitely not by the one he was unable to stop endearing.
     "Hm? I actually can't remember... but something pushed me, and it was your fault. Don't worry Sansy, I still adore you~! But now, I am going to enjoy making you suffer." She cackled mercilessly. Sans looked straight into her scorching scarlet orbs, hurt by her words.
     For the smallest moment, Frisk looked apologetic, forgetting that she was about to kill him.
That was all Sans needed.

     The bones fired up at her in maximum speed, forcing themselves into her flesh and through her soul. Blood dripped down and soaked her purple striped and dusty shirt. Coughing out the remainder, Frisk looked up at Sans, somehow beaming.
     "H-hey... Sans..." she began, her eyes beginning to close. "I forgot to thank you..." She said, and inched towards him. Sans's sockets darkened as he realized what he had done. The sorrow on his was beyond visible. "T-thank you... for stopping me..." Frisk finally whispered as she reached him. A single droplet of pain fell down his cheek as she winked at him. "Oh honey... don't c-cry for.... me..." she wiped away his tear and smiled brighter, pecking his teeth. "I'm sorr-" her heart beat fell silent and she fell over, crimson claiming the floor.

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Love you guys! Chara x Papyrus has gone into work, but it might take a while. So I'll just try and update this and Ask Undertale until it's ready.
BYEEEEE! And stop crying.
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