Catch Me If I Fall (Dancetale AU)

The Final Call

Guess who has finally had time to update this story~

If you guessed someone other then me then you are wrong my friend.

So its finally the last two acts of the Semi-finally and you're about to find out who will be in the Grand Finale~

Also I'm writing/wrote this late at night with minimal sleep so get ready for this to either have super bad spelling, make no sense, or be the single most amazingest piece you have ever read (but most likely be really bad written).

Let's get into it shall we :)

Sans figuratively swallowed, after all being a skeletal monster meant there was a lack of throat or saliva for that matter.

Undyne had been so amazingly brave and strong. It almost made him jealous that she could dance like that even with an injury.

A tug at his hand brought Sans's attention to the human beside him.

Frisk motioned in the direction of the stage, "We are on now."

"oh," Sans mumbled.

Frisk frowned as she studied his face, he nose scrunched up in though.

'heh, it's a cute expression on her face...'

Sans smirked, "see something you like kiddo?"

Red blossomed on the female's face as she pouted, "Sans..."

Mentally laughing at the disapproving tone of voice Frisk had spoken in Sans winked at her, "heh, i don't mind if you do. we should probably get in our positions though."

Frisk's face shifted into another shade of red as Sans mentally cursed.

'perhaps i'm coming on too strong.'

Sans's felt the burning of red eyes on his back.

'or maybe not.'

Another tug at his hand spurred Sans into action, "okay then, i guess we should show these guys how to do it then."

Frisk laughed, "I like the sound of that."

As the lights dimmed Sans found his way to center stage with Frisk. The entered their starting pose, awaiting the music que.

As the intro began to play the lights faded in to reveal Sans and Frisk posing together. Tentatively they began to move in sync. They spun together, stepped together. However as the music continued to play they began to dance apart. Sans would dance closer only to have Frisk spin away from him. As though they had once been one entity turned to two.

Sans felt himself drawn into the dance, his eyes never leaving Frisk's lithe figure as she moved with perfect timing, the costuming she wore gently complementing her shape. He wished he could reach out and hold her hand however as he began to lose himself to the dance his eyes were drawn towards the glare of red from the side of the stage and from there the crowd. A strong sense of nausea filled him. Willing himself to continue the dance.

As Sans met Frisk's eyes once again he noticed the emotions in her eyes, she was worried and... hurt. She had noticed his disconnection to the dance. How he had forced himself to become disconnected. Sans's eyes turned downcast as he stepped into the next section of the routine.

Finally they drifted into their final move. Frisk faded into the dark, leaving Sans to fall to his knees in the light. The perfect image of loss as Asgore had put it.

As the spotlight faded out and the music had ended Sans remained unmoving, his shoulder only moving due his panting breaths.

The stage was pitch black as he stared in the direction where Frisk had disappeared, flawlessly merging into the murky darkness.