Reckoning Tale-An Undertale Fanfiction Novel

Chapter 19: Royal Translator

fun level 74 Original MC Sans and Frisk

Sans opened his eye sockets and looked toward Frisk. Usually, he slept well, but something was bugging him tonight. Poor, ladykid. Getting stuck with these jokes as suitors. None of them are going to fit for her. She's too amazing. Too pretty. Too forgiving. There's not nearly the amount of monsters down here that there must have been in the past.

He knocked out all four suitors that day alone. He knew she didn't want him to, but he had to. The snowman was okay, but a human wasn't going to be able to live outside in the temperatures he needed all her life. And the drawing carcasses one? No way. Then, Doggo. He shouldn't have been in the list in the first place.

Then, that other one. As soon as he remarked about a princess unable to wake up, he saw a dangerous lust in that monster's eyes. It liked that idea, and that was a huge overwhelming no. He got Toriel to take him out right away, not even a date.

And how could they even be called dates? He had to go on every one of them. Sure, good eats. Really good eats, but, that wouldn't ever be romantic. "Wish I could get you fixed, Frisk." He got out of bed and approached her. "You're proof. You're so good that you are proof that there are good humans still out there." Out there somewhere. As good as she was. He stroked her cheek. "Sorry, I kind of ruined your whole life."

Frisk started to fidget. "You didn't," she moaned waking up on him. "I'm ruining yours."

"Yeah, but, if I hadn't bugged you on the surface, you'd still be there, on your own. Not stuck down here."

"You saved me during the reckoning," she reminded him.

"I didn't." Sans shook his skull. "I didn't though, I couldn't get over. I tried to save you, I did everything I could to." He rubbed his eye sockets with his coat. Manifested tears. "Aw, don't make me cry, ladykid. My twenty percent human makes things stick around. I don't want to grow eyes or something. That would be chilling. I'd be a real sight with blue eerie looking eyes."

"I wouldn't care," Frisk said.

"Naw. I'm already a freak show." Sans stuck his tongue out and tucked it back in behind his teeth. "It's just blue and glowey. It should come around during yummy food or something, but go away, but it doesn't. Things don't. And other parts of me too. I used to wear this coat for giggles, Frisk. Shorts and a coat in Snowdin. Get it? Great joke. Now I have to wear clothes." Geez. He, he couldn't help how honest he felt right now. "I want this twenty percent humanity gone too, really bad. A skeleton should have the power to make things go away."

"I'm sorry," Frisk choked as she faced her pillow. "I'm so sorry, Sans. If I could have just ignored my feelings and lived far away from Mount Ebott, you would have never gone through any of this."

"No, ladykid, that's not true," Sans assured her. "You gave hope again. And, even if it ended bad, and even if I'm all messed up now, I . . . I-I never would have met ya. Like this." He rubbed her cheek again, now wet with tears. "You. You gave me something more. More than just someone who stares out at nothing all day. You gave me purpose."

"Yeah, but, this isn't how I wanted to save the Underground," she said. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be that way. It's just that, risking my life. I agreed to put my life on the line, but. I-I didn't want this. I don't want to get married and have a child to release the barrier. I don't like any of those guys. I've been asleep most of my life, just days passing like falling rain!" She buried her face back in her pillow. "No, I'm sorry, this isn't right. I'm the strong one. I have to be the strong one. I have to free the Underground." She took her head back out of her pillow. "Sans?"