Sans x Frisk Short Stories

HorrorTale

Requested by @Ilovechocolate234
Definitely gonna have blood and gore, not that detailed but mentions of it. Horrortale isn't horrortale without it, now would it? Since the game hasn't finished yet... I'm not gonna end this with all of them out the barrier.

Frisk walked through the snow again.

She just keeps coming back. No matter how many times she dies.

She cautiously stared at the station where a skeleton was perched at the distance.

She took a deep breath and walked towards him.

"Look at you... You're all skin and bones, want some of my hotdogs?" he asked his voice sending chills down her spine.

She has accepted it before, she rejected it too... Too many times to count.

She took a deep breath then nodded.

A glimpse of shock showed on Sans' face before it faded.

"A'right, one head-dog-" he grabbed her arm, "-comin' up."

She squeezed her eyes shut waiting for her soul to break, right after a searing pain would be felt by her nape.

But... it didn't.

She opened her eyes to see the meat cleaver just a hair above her neck.

Sans stared at her with cold blood-red calculating eyes as he put away the cleaver but still held unto her arm.

"Why."

Frisk's eyebrow raised though her body trembled in fear and coldth.

"Why do you come back?"

Eyes wide, she stammered "H-how did-"

"Everytime you keep coming back. You keep dying but you still come back. Why." his face was stoic, but curiousity and confusion was evident in his eyes.

"That's... I... uhmm..." she stammered.

"Did I stutter?!?" Sans snapped curtly.

"I don't know..."

There was a moment of silence after the statement.

"I don't know, okay...? This never happened before I fell... I've never done this before... I jumped because I wanted to die... But why can't I? I really can't... And I don't know why..."

Sans stared at her with his eyes.

"Scram."

Frisk's eyes widenes in surprise.

"Scram, don't go near the town. You'll end up dead before ya know it."

Frisk bit her lip then nodded as Sans let go of her arm.

With a slight breath of relief, she turned to Sans.

And gave him a soft smile, "Thank you..."

Sans froze as he watched Frisk walk away.

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"Is... Is the town really as bad as it seems?"

Sans opened an eye(???) and stsred at her.

"I mean... The Ruins was bad, here is kinda..." Frisk said looking for the right word.

"Bonely." Sans added.

Frisk nodded, "I just wonder how it might be like..."

Sans stared at her for a moment then sighed, "Kid... As much as I'd enjoy ya getting your head cut off from your shoulders with your eyeballs outta the sockets and your guts spilling out, there are some things that would go wrong after you're dead. Undyne or Paps would give your soul to Asgore and once the barrier is broken, monsters would wreac havoc to the surface."

"But I can't die."

Sans froze and Frisk continued, "I can go and try to do something..."

Sans let out a snort followed by a bitter laugh, eye flashing "You don't know what you're doing kiddo..."

Frisk stayed silent, Sans continued "As much as that's a good thing, that would be abusing your power. You have to think this through... And... Put to mind that I can remember, so you have to be careful..."

Frisk smiled softly, giving him a small peck.

"I will, trust me Sans..."

She turned away from the sentry, looking at Sans one last time.

"Thank you."

With that she walked off.

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Really short... Not really that satisfied with it. But I kind of like how it went. I normally end these stories with the two of them a couple, so... I made this one a little bit different.