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

✿Four ~ Locked in Love✿

This is a Depressed! Frisk x Sans chapter just so you know!
Requested by: EmilyHeatherDaMeifwa

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♥︎ Frisk's P.O.V. ♥︎

     A small breeze blew calmly past, cooling my face. I leaned back in the bench that sat conveniently in the park, void of annoying children. My eyelids drooped, and I relaxed, trying to empty my mind.

     I can clearly remember the feeling of the cold floor. Every forceful hit ended with me crashing to the chilling cherry wood. No amount of blood could ever satisfy them. I was littered in violet bruises and crimson scars. However, that never bothered me.
Nights were restless in my dark room. Screams rattled our cave, while more and more hate riled their systems. I'd bury my face into the covers and unwind the heavy pain that sorrow loved to torture me with.

I didn't realize I was crying until a drop splashed on my hand. My heart tightened as more streamed down my cheeks. Wiping them away didn't fix the broken faucet, so I stopped holding it in. A small cry disappeared into the air. My head lay slowly down onto my knees and let my locked cage of happy emotions be swallowed by darkness.

♥︎ Sans' P.O.V. ♥︎

    I was laying on the couch in the living room, 'watching' TV. Some of the shows up here are a bit strange, but what else is there to do? I started dozing when our door opened and someone shuffled in. I let one eyelid open to acknowledge their presence.
    "Oh. Hey Frisk." She doesn't let me say kiddo anymore.
    "Hey..." her voice cracked, ruining the usual smug introduction.
    "Is something wrong?"
    "Nope! of course not." Frisk's a pretty decent liar, but not good enough to fool me. I let her think that I didn't suspect anything.  She came up and sat next to me, smiling a little too perfectly. "Where's Papy?"
    "Out with Chara." I grunted. "Probably at the arcade up here." Frisk giggled silently, but it faded rather quickly. "Sans?" I glanced over at her, but she didn't look back.
    "Hm?" I tried to keep myself awake.
    "C-can we cuddle...?" She writhed in place, her skin growing a bright red.
    "Sure..." Frisk rested her body overtop of mine, snuggling into my hoodie. "Thanks." I ran my fingers through her hair, gently massaging her scalp.
    After a little while, she sat up, hovering over me. I tilted my head. "What's-" Frisk wrapped her arms around me and began pecking my teeth. I'm pretty used to this outcome, but it can be a little surprising. I heard her whimper, but she didn't stop.
    "Frisk..." I pulled away and faced her. She started sobbing into my chest, gasping every once in awhile from lack of air. "Why don't you ever want to talk about this?" I whispered into her ear. She shook her head, finally ending the despair.
"I-I'd forgotten everything t-that ever made me h-happy... except f-for you! If... If I expose you to my problems... w-would you leave me?" I paused, taken back by the sudden outburst.
     "Hiding your problems under love will never help you Frisk." She gazed at me, eyes coated in shame.
     "I'm sorry.... for using you Sans." Frisk covered up her face and exhaled into her sleeves.
     "If this relationship is going to work out you're going to have to talk to me about what's bothering you from now on." I watched her nod slowly before fixing her posture.
     "... Do you know why I climbed Mt. Ebott Sans?" She began, stopping afterwards to let me think.
     "Frisk..."
     "I thought that maybe... the world would be better off without someone like me." She laughed quietly. "Before you say anything, it's not entirely what you think..." I silenced myself. "I was... never good enough, not to others... not even to myself. There was always a certain image I had to maintain."
     "Did your parents force you?"
     "They were part of the problem, but that's not what caused it. I began thinking that maybe this was all life could ever be. Be a certain way, or be nothing." She shut her eyes, keeping composure. "Being nothing was so traumatizing to me, that I made myself 'perfect'... what a mistake that was. Because of it, everything else went blank. It's like I lost touch on humanity... my mind floating through space."
     "Isn't that like the prince?" I asked and she looked my way, confused.
     "I didn't lose the ability to feel through reincarnation. I'm still human Sans, my mind slowly eradicated happy emotions. Piece by piece I became a doll, easily used, easily taken apart..." Tears lined the rim of her eyes.
"Kid..." I didn't mean to say it, it just slipped out.
"...but once I met all of you... not once did I ever truly feel like I was... nothing." She beamed before leaning down to kiss me again. It dragged for a while before she lifted back up.
"What was that for?" I asked, and her grin widened.
"I'm slowly being put back together Sans, and it's all because of you." I flushed from flattery.
"Heh... love you Frisk..." I pulled her back into a snuggle.
"I... I love you too, Sans..."

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Yeah I know it's the generic "child abuse" thing, but I couldn't think of anything else DX
I tried making it a little different so it's not super duper lame, I hope you enjoyed it!
Also... sorry for not updating this in like... FOREVER! I'm truly the worst and laziest author this world has ever known XDD
Love you guys! Byeee!