Sans x Frisk Short Stories

When Afterlife Dues Us Part

A/N:
Here, monsters never have been underground and monsters and humans never had war. Which means Frisk never fell underground and befriended them all.

WARNING!!!
I might describe some blood and gore here so be warned!

AND ANOTHER WARNING!
I should tell you this is the first one that has feels. Well to me anyways. So you have been warned! Don't blame me if you cry!
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"Oh! Shoot!" Sans shouted as a car drove past him and hit a tree.

He went off his motorcycle and hurriedly made his way there.

He called an ambulance as he struggled to open the broken door.

There he found a body of an 18 year old girl. She had shoulder length brown hair. She had glass pieces stuck to her and her clothing. Blood was going down from her cut on the forehead. Her eyes were slightly open making her hazel eyes visible.

The siren of the ambulance snapped him out of his daze.

He steps back as people rushed in to retrieve the girl and put her in the ambulance.

He found himself following them to the hospital.

He doesn't know why but he ended up waiting for the Doctor.

"Sir?"

His head snapped up from staring at the floor.

"She... didn't make it..." The doctor said.

"Oh..." Sans mumbled.

"We found out her name is Frisk Dreemurr(What? I'm out of ideas) from her credit card and driver's license found in her wallet which was in her pocket. We gathered data and she doesn't seem to have relatives though. Most are either dead or very far from the country."

Sans just stared at the wall.

"We'll just bury Ms Frisk at the hospital's cementary."

Sans nods and the doctor walks away.

Sans still haven't left until he saw Frisk's limp body being rolled out of the room.

His breath hitched as he felt a shiver down his spine.

He saw a figure at the corner of his eyes and turned.

He stumbled back to the wall at what he saw.

Frisk. Her hair a bit ruffled. Her clothes were the ones she was wearing, a blue shirt under a purple hoodie paired with jeans and white sneakers. The look in her eyes was only described to him by... Determination, sadness, thankfulness... But the one thing that surprised him was... she was transparent.

"No... I'm just seeing things... She isn't real..." he muttered as he kept driving.

When he arrived to his house, he was half expecting Papyrus to greet him when he remembered his brother moved in with Mettaton a week ago.

He almost screamed when he opened the door to see Frisk standing there.

"You're not real... I'm just seeing things..." he muttered brushing past her and into his room.

He slept thinking he won't see her in the morning.

"Hello?" he heard a girl say.

"Is this a new nightmare?" Sans asked no one in particular.

"No." she giggled. "I just went in your head. You wouldn't talk to me."

Sans eyesockets widened when Frisk showed herself.