You'll Be Back (Forevermore AU)

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Can anyone help me edit these chapters? This is starting to get annoying!!!!!!

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True Hero

Sans, Undyne, and Frisk

(Third POV)

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They walked along the path, the grass becoming taller with every step. Frisk squeezed Sans' hand for comfort before running forward into the grass, flicking her eyes over the shadowed surroundings unsure, but excited about what was next.

The group has been traveling for hours, edging to the borderline of Waterfall and Hotland; only meeting a few rebellious monsters along the way. Frisk handled the confrontations with her usual flare, causing the males to laugh and be amazed how beautiful she moved. And of course, the Angel only showed mercy, earning her more friends.

But right now, she just was the excitable, childish girl Sans loved as she awed at the nightly beauty of Waterfall and giggled while she ran her hand through the water as she walked. Sans grinned at the sight, not wanting to ruin her cute fun, but a stern look from her brother nudged him as he whispered harshly:

"Sans, I know she's cute, but we need to—"

"Yeah, yeah. I know, be more careful. But, damn, she's fucking adorable; I don't want to stop her." The skeleton mumbled gravelly the last part to himself before he walked to her and tenderly grabbing her arm, guiding her to overgrown grass.

"Frisk, baby doll, you need to be careful. There are more monsters out here." Sans whispered amusedly to her, chuckling when she pouted and nodded slowly before she ducked her head down to hide within the grass.

She was so cute, he purred through his mind as he watched her weaving in and out the grass. He just wanted to watch her all day, to find all the hidden gems about her. He wanted to know everything, every little detail, about her.

Sans always prided himself on discovering her secrets and knowing her like the back of his holed hand, but now, she was a whole new breed; without the skeleton knowing it, the little girl he helped raise faded into this shy but strong woman. Bolder and strong, despite all she went through:

And Sans needed to unravel all that she was, needed to love her like he wasn't a faded memory in her head. He just needed her.

"You got it bad, Thrash Bag." Asriel chuckled quietly as dirt crunched under his hoofs, coming to his side and crossed his arms with a smug expression. Sans growled at him playfully, sorta:

"Shut it, weed. Can you blame me after last night? Let me just be giddy, won't yah? I haven't felt like this in a while..."

That shut him up.

It was true. For the first time in a long while, Sans was—well—Sans. Not the shadow that was G. He slowly was returning to the Pun master, and it was all thanks to Frisk, as usual. The girl could change anything gloom about him back into the monster he remembered. She just didn't know what she started.

Asriel laughed as he remembered this morning, despite being woken up so rudely. Sans almost looked boyish as he explained excitedly, getting that dreamy look in his sockets when he told him what he had heard. That look was something he oddly missed.

But...

The goat monster was a little worried about 'G'. That side of the skeletal male was coming out more and more as Frisk earned not only friends, but admirers as well. He was becoming much more possessive over her while the journey went on. And that might cause them problems later, even though the other male knew how he felt: