Moving Forward (Sans x Frisk)

Chapter 4

A/N: Yes! I finally had time to make this chapter. With college I have to find time to actually write anything other than my actual work. *runs away from responsibilities* Heh. Anyways... I really hope you all enjoy this chapter. If you have any questions about the story or anything please ask me.

Dialogue: "...etc...." Thoughts: '...etc....'

Disclaimer: I do not own Undertale or any of the art used.

Enjoy the story!

Chapter 4

The darkness of the night soon turned into day. Rays of sunlight began to shine everywhere.

Frisk wouldn't be aware of this fact because it was already a quarter till 10 and they were still sleeping. After last night's adventure they couldn't rise early.

Frisk laid curled up in their bed wrapped in blankets. Like some sort of blanket burrito.

Steady, soft breathing could be heard from the blankets with indicated the teenagers sleeping condition. Oh, if Sans saw this scene he'd be so proud that Frisk was being lazy for once in their life.

Toriel had to leave early because she had an appointment set up for a conference. She made some breakfast for Frisk and left a note stating her absence. Frisk really hit that one on the nose. It did seem like everyone had their own things going for them. And then theirs Frisk. With no purpose at all anymore.

They had done what they could. Freed monster kind. Now. Everything was handled by them. Not even involving Frisk.

No wonder they felt like they were so useless nowadays.

It was no mystery as to why the teenager felt this way. It was obvious. They had no role to play. They were just there. That would begin to weigh on anyone. To feel incapable of assisting your loved ones really doesn't help the self-esteem.

Perhaps if Frisk looked hard enough they could find something that needed their attention and devotion. Frisk has so much potential, but can't express it.

Frisk flinched as the rays of sunlight shined over their face. "...ugh...hgn...no. Just a few more minutes." Frisk groaned in agitation. They really didn't want to wake up just yet. They wanted more sleep.

Frisk rolled over and dragged their blanket with them. Frisk lazily flopped their head onto their pillow.

"I really don't want to deal with today."

It was the weekend so Frisk didn't have classes. They also didn't have any plans at all. It would be yet another lack luster day for the young brunette.

Frail started their morning routine of taking a shower, getting dressed, etc. They then made their way down the stairs to the kitchen to find some breakfast. After scrimmaging through the pantry for a few minutes Frisk finally decided on a simple bowl of cereal. Frisk's eyes glazed over as they poured the milk into the bowl. The brunette let out a sigh and sat the milk down. Frisk didn't even take a bite of the cereal and they had already lost their appetite.

Frisk pushed the bowl away from themselves and stood up from the round wooden table. They then took the bowl and placed it in the fridge. Perhaps they would want it later.

They proceeded into the living room and grabbed the remote and pressed the power button. The tv lit up with life and showed one of Mettaton's shows. Frisk let out another sigh. 'It's going to be another long day,' Frisk groan mentally to themselves.

Frisk sat on the couch and watched Mettaton's show for at least an hour or so. Nothing special. Just boring. Frisk pressed their head against the soft cushion of the couch and narrowed their eyes. No one had even called to check on them. 'They're just busy...that's all,' Frisk tried futility to reassure them self.

Frisk closed their eyes and darkness took over. They just didn't want to face today. Not after the events of the previous night. They just simply wanted to disappear for a while. Sleep eventually took over Frisk's body. They didn't even hear their phone going off right beside them.

At Sans' and Papyrus' home

Papyrus continued to try and contact his favorite human, but to no avail. He was really starting to worry. Frisk always answered their phone.

"SANS, DO YOU THINK THE HUMAN IS ALRIGHT?" Papyrus looked at his elder brother worried as he questioned him. Sans glanced over at his brother and gave a nod of reassurance.

"Of course, bro. They're fine. Don't worry so much," Sans replied lazily and closed his eyes.

Papyrus frowned at Sans and began to protest, "BUT BROTHER! FRISK ALWAYS ANSWERS THEIR PHONE. I'M WORRIED." Papyrus turn towards the door of the house and opened it.

"I'M GOING OVER THERE. I'LL BE BACK LATER. DON'T LAZE ABOUT ALL DAY!"

With that Papyrus left the house. Sans let out a sigh and plucked his phone from his hoodie pocket and dialed Frisk's number.

'Come on kid. Answer me.'

After a minute of ringing there was no answer and Sans ended the call. He couldn't say he wasn't worried as well. He had started to notice over the past couple months that Frisk has been rather distant.

They didn't come and visit and hang out like they use to. They didn't smile nearly as much as they had. They hadn't even come to Sans to listen to his SANSational puns. So of course, it's natural that he'd worry over his best friend.

Sans contemplated what he should do and quickly came to the decision to check on the kiddo.

Sans stood up and stretched his arms out and groaned. "Better be alright kid." With that Sans' magic flared and quickly teleported him in front of Frisk's home.

Sans' magic calmed down and he let out a shaky breath. Teleporting actually took a lot out of him even if he did secretly have a large reserve of magic. Sans shook his skull to try and clear his mind. After composing himself he knocked on the door.

He waited and there was no response. He knocked with more intent this time. Once again, no answer.

"Dammit Frisk be alright please," Sans muttered to himself disgruntily. Without any thought Sans quickly teleported himself into Frisk's home.

Once inside Sans had to grasp on to something, anything to keep him upright.

His head was spinning viciously. "...Uugghhh. Used a little too much magic there buddy..." Sans opened his eye sockets and took in the view of the living room that he had teleported into.

Everything seems normal enough.

Nothing was out of place. The tv was on; Mettaton's voice echoed in the room. Sans looked for Frisk, but didn't see them in sight.

The short skeleton quickly approached the couch and leaned his head on the back of it. 'Kid...'

Sans was full set on hunting Frisk down until he heard soft breathing. His eyes flew open and he raised his head quickly and looked down onto the couch. There laid the person that had caused him so much more. Frisk Dreemurr. And they were fast asleep.

Sans just stared at Frisk's sleeping form. He was trying to formulate what he could say or do. Nothing came to mind exact the feeling of relief.

A genuine smile appeared on his face as he gazed down at his best friend. His eye lids were becoming heavy with exhaustion. He really did over use his magic.

Quick thinking on Sans part allowed him to make his away to the front of the couch. The comedian climbed onto the part of the sofa that Frisk wasn't occupying. As soon as his skull contacted the soft fabric it lulled him to sleep. Along with the fact that Frisk was next to him filled him with peace.

They would have a long talk after their nap. But for now, they both needed time away from this world.

A/N: And that's it folks. I really hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I'm sorry if any of you dislike the time it takes for me to update. But as we all known things take time, so I hope that you all will continue to be patient with me as I write the chapters. As always if any of you have suggestions, opinions, or comments, I am more than happy to listen to you.

Thank you all so much for the support. Until next time...

~Wolfy Out~