Reckoning Tale-An Undertale Fanfiction Novel

Chapter 10: Sans Is Good

fun level 74 Original MC Sans and Frisk

Frisk's House Two Days Later . . .

"Geez, Frisk, the volcanoes are smoking again," Sans yawned as he rolled out of bed.

"You can't prove anything." Frisk yawned and rolled off the other side. "I need a shower, I feel so grody." She smelled her shirt.

"Hot shower with lots of steam?"

"Oh, hardy hardy harrish ha and stuff." Frisk groaned as she stretched. For a whole two days, she really couldn't do much. Even getting up to get food had been the challenge that only Sans could seem to do. She ate microwavable quick food. She even found cravings for catsup, but Sans only shared one of his bottles.

She needed to go shopping for more. Maybe a large, raw tomato too to go with the catsup. Mm, that sounded good. But that craving was almost forgotten as she saw Amanda standing right by the bedroom door. "Ooh." Amanda had a spare key, but she only used it in desperate times. Frisk hadn't answered the phone or the door for several days. "Hey, Amanda."

"I don't believe this. Really?" Amanda looked at the room toward Sans and then back to her. "I have been trying to call all week, I've dropped by like three times, and you were in here in some kind of . . ."

"Some kind of what?" She looked toward Sans and herself. Sleeping in the same thing for days, with her hair all sweaty and gross, it looked kind of like. "No, what you're thinking is wrong."

"No, it's not," Sans said. "All of the smoke from the volcanoes came from Frisk."

"Sans, not now." Frisk covered her face and looked back toward Amanda. "So. Um, that's Sans."

"I see." Amanda moved over to greet Sans. "Well. You must be one hell of a guy to get this far with Frisk."

"No." Amanda wasn't getting it. "Nothing happened."

"Sure, sure. Ignoring me for days and you are all sweaty and rumpled up like that?" Amanda questioned her. "I'm surprised you did that to your boy though, Frisk. Did you break up with him?"

"No." Frisk looked toward Sans. "Will you help?"

"Naw," Sans chuckled. "I like to see how you get out of things. It can be half the fun of you."

Okay, great, no help. Not like he could say much anyway. Let's see. "That's my brother," Frisk said.

"No, it's not." Amanda looked toward Sans. "You're parents wanted your brother to move because he was tall. Plus, his name was Abe."

Cripes, that didn't work. "He's . . . " Okay, renting? No, what would she be doing sleeping in the room if he was renting it? Honesty? "He's a monster?"

"Okay." Amanda shrugged. "That doesn't explain why you're sleeping with him." She held her hands up. "You know what? Don't want to know, it's your life. If Mr. Sans is the one you want, alright, but I wouldn't play Caleb Hunter too, Frisk. That's not nice."

"Mister Sans." Sans finally said something. "Those two words never go together." He checked his coat. "Oh, my thingy turned off."

"Yeah, just turn it left," Amanda remarked.

She knew? "Amanda. You know about monsters?"

"Gee, Frisk. No, I happen to like being friends with an insane girl that claims there's such a thing as monsters on complete accident." Amanda shrugged. "I'm not a monster, but I was dating one. Can't get too far with an Onionsans before you have to figure that one out. We were never able to cuddle or sit on the couch together. I'm just lucky he could even fit in my house."