UnDEADiable Love 2 (G!SansxFrisk) [completed]

Part One: High School

Frisk's POV:

"Edith!" I called her bag in my left hand, my other hand holding her keys and her bus pass, which made a slight clanking noise.

"Yep!" Was all she called back as I heard her run downstairs, emerging from the staircase soon after and grabbing her bag, slinging it over her shoulder and taking her key's from my other hand, throwing them over her neck.

"Thanks, mom! See you after school!" She called over her shoulder, opening the door and stepping out.

"See you then!" I waved as she closed the door, smiling as much as I could.

The first day of high school. I remembered my first day of high school, a day which I could only describe as an anxious and loud mess of people. School overall had not been a good time for me, but high school had to be the worst, when Snake and Princess appeared, when all the clicks refused me, when my anxiety and depression had teamed up on me.

All I could do was sigh and hope that everything was better for her. It had been hard enough being a human-monster born child. At this point, things only could get better, right?

Heading into the kitchen my mind switched to Sans, another person I had to worry about. It was his second week as a guard at the Lab, down in the Underground. The trip down there was difficult, but the memories had to be killer.

I still didn't understand why he had gone down there instead of taking the job here, at the Surface, as a security guard at the considerably closer jail. I had, in fact, asked him this. But all he gave me was vague answers, ones that could be generalized for any strange job.

Sighing I took to the upstairs of the house, checking in on Edith's room. Her being a teenager I always felt the need to check, to see what was going on. As I cracked the door open to peek in all I saw was a clean slate, her books neat and organized in alphabetical order, her desk with the laptop charger hanging off of it.

She was much more organized than Sans and myself. Something of a miracle, for our genes.

I laugh to myself a little bit as I close the door, heading to our own room. I sighed as I remembered last night, the nightmares that had woken me up throughout the night. They were scary and all too real for my comfort. Too close to home.

Flopping onto the bed I closed my eyes for a moment, just trying to clear my mind. But I knew that never happened, and probably never would. At this point in time, my mind was already too clouded with worries and thoughts of what I had to get done for the next week, the fact that I had forgotten to turn off the tap downstairs that was just drip-dropping precious water, the fact that I was living off of a sarcastic three and a half hours of sleep.

I suddenly sat up and sat at the edge of the bed, a sudden sadness rushing over me. I focused on my breathing as I silently wept, my vision blurring in the almost pure dark.

I remembered that Sans didn't have the time for my nightmares, and so I didn't wake him in the night. I didn't wake him because of his five in the morning shift. And so instead of getting his comfort, I sat alone at night, trying to control my tears, trying to control my panic after the panicking nightmare I had just had.

Every. Night.

And the fact that I already knew all this but chose to push it to the back of my mind throughout the day, only reminded me that the more I pushed it back the more it would hurt the next time. But I couldn't say anything. I wouldn't dare say anything, not now. No one had the time now.

Five minutes later it was over. The tears stopped and my breaths slowly stopped shaking, and I felt like I could stand.

I stood up then, shaking myself out and wiping the tears from my face, heading down the stairs. I turned on the tap fully and plugged up one of the sinks, preparing to wash the few dishes we had, something that helped me relieve stress.

"H-H-Hey pretty lady." I heard someone say from behind me and I screamed a little bit, whipping around.

It was Sans! But he had the word "ERROR" hovering around him, his bones red and yellow instead of just pale white, his eye sockets were red, there were so many differences that I couldn't count as he continued.

"S-Sorry for s-s-s-scaring you, b-but I have a b-b-bit of a request."

"What do you want?" I asked, almost shouting the question, suddenly feeling myself get very defensive.

"O-Oh, j-j-just you."

"What?!" I shouted as blue strings grabbed both of my hands and dragged me towards him, despite my struggles.

"T-This is going t-t-to be fun." He grinned, and I felt the familiar feeling of being teleported.