You'll Be Back (Forevermore AU)

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Okay, just a few things before you start reading, guys:

In the memories, Frisk is female because she is female in this AU, that doesn't mean she wasn't male or other in their original AUs, she is just seeing herself as she is now.

And I know the first memory isn't how Error became to be, it just is my idea. Please don't hate me if you don't like that.

Thirdly, there are more memories to show. I don't want to rush things, but they are so fun to show!

Lastly, when you reach the Dancetale memory, listen to the video above. The song is beautiful!!

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Remember When...?

Frisk and Gaster

(Third POV)

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The young girl shivered at the bitter cold, the tears she had shed about leaving goat mom behind still sat on her red cheeks. It was always difficult to leave Toriel, no matter how many times she had done this.

But the girl knew she had to go, she wanted to give the monsters back their freedom. The innocent soul wanted to show her new mother the real stars.

She wanted to show all the monsters their beauty and that humans weren't all evil, but she didn't have any luck yet. She shivered deeply, but this time, it wasn't the cold.

Frisk, the seventh fallen human, didn't know what she could do now at seven, but she felt she have to do something to help the Monster Race. The voice in her head and the flower both told her it was kill or be killed as they always did in the Underground, however, was that really true?

She obeyed their orders many times, but they didn't get her what she desired. They only gave her pain and she relived the looks of betrayal on her friends' faces. The worst was Sans, his face was the one that starred the most in her nightmares.

As the wind gently played with her bob, her heart hammered at the memory of her nightly nightmares. Flashes of all her mistakes, making the lost girl want to do better; to make the skeletal judge proud. She wanted to make him smile at her once again, like before:

But it was too late.

"Hey, kiddo, I'm sorry.....but I have to do this."

While the howling wind carried that sad statement, a pain stabbed in her chest and her beautiful eyes went wide as they moved down, seeing three bones sticking out from her upper body.

A silent scream bubbled from her throat with blood, the thick red liquid rolled down her chin as she fell to her knees, not sure what happened when pink slippers came into view, and her heart sank heavily. She knew those slippers too well:

Her vision was blurry, but she could tell that the skeleton was crying as he slowly sank to the snowy ground on his knees next to her and he held like a small child. He was crying for her, the one that killed everyone they both loved. But he was still there, crying for her. He was mourning her.

Why? She pondered sadly to herself, feeling his now strangely warm hand gripped her own. She deserved this after all the girl had done and she deserved to be buried six feet under, forgotten and never to be seen again.

But there Sans was, crying and smiling sadly, soothing her with loving words as she slowly faded into the endless darkness death brings:

"I'm sorry, kiddo. I'm so sorry." Sans whispered hoarsely, brushing the sweaty strands out of her fluttering eyes, but she just smiled as she shook her head and her hand reached to his hard but smooth cheek.