So Close, Yet So Far (Sans x Frisk - Frans)

Chapter Sixteen - All At Once...

Someone knocks at the door.

"I'll get it!" Sans and I shout at the same time, and we race to the door, opening it at the same time.

"Tori?" Sans looks confused.

"You're... not in college last I checked, mom." I joked.

"Sans and Frisk. We are leaving now." Toriel said firmly.

"Mom? Why-" I was cut off.

"Not another word out of the two of you, grab your things, and let's go." Toriel said again.

"But Pap-" Sans tried to say something, but Toriel cut him off, too.

"Now." She said.

Sans and I walk back to our room and grab our clothes and things, then we head to our separate dorms and pack all our stuff, running back to meet Toriel in our normal clothes.

I was balancing my suitcases and bags, and Sans just had his backpack.

"Here Frisky, lemme take those." Sans lifts the backpack off of my back and grabs two of my bags. As much as he could carry.

"Frisky?" Toriel looked over at Sans, surprised and confused by the nickname.

"It's just a nickname, Tori." Sans tells her.

"I need to have a word with you at home, Sans." Toriel looks away and we follow her to her car.

Sans holds the door open for me, and I fake-curtsy, making him chuckle.

"Sans? Front seat?" She offers.

"Nah.. I'm gonna hang in the back with Frisk." He responds, helping me put my bags in the trunk.

"You denied shotgun to sit with me? That's so sweet Sans." I whisper to him.

He blushes light blue and lets me get into the car first, then sitting next to me, and he closes the door behind him.

"So... explain you two. What happened at that party." Toriel question, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot.

"Some games, food, entertainment..." Sans told Toriel, in the least detail possible. Either he was being lazy, or he just didn't want anyone in trouble.

"My child, what is that mark on your neck?" I touch the bite with my fingers.

"Why, it almost looks like Sans bit you." Toriel said, glaring over at Sans.

"N-no!" Sans and I shout in unison.

"Then you wouldn't mind me looking at it at home." She stated.

I look over, nervously at Sans. He grabbed my hand and held it tightly.

"Sans. You can stay in my room until I can pick Papyrus up." Toriel said.

"Can... I maybe stay with Frisk?" He asks, pleadingly.

"No." She said firmly.

I knew that Toriel's house was about an hour away from where we were, so I laid my head on Sans' lap, and cuddle closer to him. I slowly drift asleep.

1 HOUR LATER

"Wake up Frisk." Sans pokes my cheek.

"I'm up..." I blink a few times so my eyes adjust to the light.

"Tori has a LOT more questions for us..." He says, a mix of anger, sadness, and worry in his voice.

He grabs my hand, and helps me out of the car. The sun was setting slowly. The sky was a mix of orange, yellow, and pink.