Bunch of Shipping Trash

Sans X Frisk (Undertale)

I really don't know how to feel about this ship... I mean, Sans is more like a father to Frisk, but in genocide, I have a different feeling about it. If you watch the full music video I put up there, they picture what I'm thinking of this ship. When the Megalovania part comes on, you see that Sans is crying when you die because he feels so lonely himself. In my mind, it seems like he regrets even coming for you. In my mind, he feels like a murder, but he really was doing the right thing. In this, I see more of a father-daughter love going on. I really don't ship it that way, but they are really are cute together if you think about it.

Fanfiction! Someday, I might make a Undertale book!

The knife clutched in my hand was sprayed with the blood of my enemies, of everyone. My mind, my heart, has told me what to do. Now it is Asgore's time to DIE. I thought, treading on and into the long hall of beautiful golden colors. I started slowly humming to myself with a small smile, my footsteps echoing throughout the long hall.

"Heya, kiddo." I stopped, my smile growing wider as I approached the skeleton.

"Came to say hello?" I grinned, Sans glancing at the knife in my hands.

"Not quite. I see you've been up to... things." He looked at me, his pupils vanishing, me staring into the lifeless black pools I had left of him.

"Many things." I nodded enthusiastically.

"Listen, kid, if you want a bad time, go ahead and take one step forward. If you don't, you'll see what happens.

I beamed positively and took a step forward, holding up my knife. "Alright, let's play a game. I bet I'll win!"

Sans's face held high. "If that's how it's going to be, so be it."

His right eyes suddenly lot up with a blue flame, the flame flickering the air but holding strong. He held up his hand. Two large dragon-like skulls with blue-flamed eyes appeared by his side. I smirked and held my knife to his side. After a moment of silence, we sprang into action. I flung my hand downwards, Sans dodging out of the say quickly.

"Thought it would be that easy, did you?" He chuckled, a victorious smirk appearing on his face.

"Oh, you haven't seen anything yet." I jumped into the air and sharp bones shot up below me.

Okay, keep those up and he will DIE like all if the pathetic monsters. Stay determined. I nodded to the voice in my head. Sans lifted his hand, the mouths of the skulls opening and a small white ball appearing the middle. I predicted his next move and dropped down and rolled; the beams of light above me blasted in a cross crossed motion, then faded away. I jumped up, taking the opportunity. I ran towards Sans, jumping over rows of bones shooting into the air. One caught into my sweater, barely cutting across my back. The cut was shallow, but it stung. I swung my knife blindly at him as my vision blurred for a moment. He ducked, winking with a smirk.

"Having trouble?" He grinned.

"No," I chuckled, shaking my head, taking a small cinnamon bun out of my pocket.

I shoved half of it into my mouth, my cut already feeling much better. I was a tiny bit slower, but it was practically the same. As the hour went by, the room was filling with sharp bones. Sans stood on top of one, beads of sweat on his forehead. My body was on fire from exhaustion and aching, my breathing heavy, but my heart was determined.

"G-Give up, now kid... You don't stand... A chance..." Sans panted nervously, holding up his hand, sending me up into the air.

The breath caught in my throat as he grew me around with all that was left of his energy. His eyes were fluttering, and he set me down slowly. I jumped down on him and flung my hand down, barely missing his head.

"Not this time kid-" He stopped as I swung my knife one last time, slicing right through his shirt and into his chest.

He stopped in his tracks, falling on one knee. I smiled in victory.

"Well, I'm going to Grillby's. Papyrus? Do you want anything?" He looked up at the ceiling, clutching the remains of his shredded shirt through his unzipped jacket.

"Well, say hi to him for me!" I smiled wickedly, waving front of his face mockingly.

He nodded slowly, more blood spilling from the slash in his chest. His breathing slowed, soon completely stopping. His eyes closed, not opening back up. For whatever reason, I didn't feel as accomplished as I thought. Suddenly, I tensed and felt something inside my heart break slowly. I didn't realize that I felt strangely sad. I didn't realize tears had formed in my eyes. I looked up as a faint figure of a girl with red umber colored hair appeared in front of me, sitting down.

"What's that, Chara?" I said, looking at red heart in her hands.

I felt strangely empty inside.

"Your soul, Frisk. I'm the one telling you all of this." Chars said with a faint smile.

The sudden victory in my mind suddenly vanished and it became clear to me.

"Were these actions truly my own?" I said out loud, scooting over and sitting next to Sans lifeless body.

The tears threatening me spilled down my cheeks. I lifted my sleeve and wiped my cheek, looking over to Chara.

"Perhaps. It seems that they may have been your own, or they may not have been your own." She shrugged with no mercy in her face, only pure wickedness. "The only thing that matters is that you have reached your goal. You have killed everyone you met. The only one left is Asgore, go on and defeat him."

"I-I can't. I don't want to. Why have we done this, Chara?" My face fell, burying into Sans's jacket.

"No? I say you DO. After all, you can never escape me. You already let me into your soul, so I'm staying and completing what I never finished." Chara replied, picking up the bloody knife I and dropped after killing Sans.

I nodded my head in disagreement, sobbing into his jacket. I didn't care that I was covered in his blood anymore. The sticky liquid littered the floor, the color of Chara's harmful eyes.

"So this is what you do Chara. You were only looking for a friend... But nobody came." I said.

"No, the prince Asriel came to my rescue. But he never wanted to have fun, and I couldn't stand being good anymore. Asriel didn't agree, so when I died, my mind was set to finish my true calling. Humanity isn't for me," She was now pacing around, my soul clutched in her hands. "So when you showed up, I started talking to you. The voices in your head are none, you started doing what I said, giving me access to your soul. So here we are, Frisk."

"So I have only one option, don't I?" I said, standing up and shakily walked over to her. "Reset it all. Kill me, I don't want to live this life anymore. Please, look what I've done. Especially to Sans. He fought so hard, they all did. And I took everything from them. Toriel, Papyrus, Undyne... Everyone fought hard to stop me when I should have known that the deeds I've done were yours, not mine.

"No." She said.

I nodded slowly, stepping back to Sans body and hugged it shakily. "I love you... You were so brave to stop me. I can't believe I let her take over me. Please forgive me." I whispered under my breath into his ear.

I stood up and walked back to Chara, picking up the knife by her side.

"You can't kill me!" She chuckled, poking the end of the knife. Her finger went straight through.

"I know. But I can do something else. Goodbye, Chara." Chara had no time to stop me before I shot the knife into my soul in her hands.

I collapsed to the ground, clutching my chest, and fell fully to the ground.

"NO!!!!!" Chars shrieked, the world around her cracking. "NO!!!"

I smiled, knowing I had saved Asgore and stopped Chara for the time being. The world cracked around her, and everything shattered. When I opened my eyes, I was rubbing my head and was laying in a patch of yellow buttercups. I smiled; I had reset.

(Sorry for this being so long and not much Frans!!! I couldn't help it ;-; Anyways, Happy New Years!)