Reckoning Tale-An Undertale Fanfiction Novel

Chapter 37: Frisk's Mind in the Gutter

fun level 74 Original MC Sans and Frisk

Bedtime. 

Frisk looked toward Sans. Usually at night, Sans used magic on her tummy to help prepare her for birth for the babybones. However, he refused to use his magic now. She didn't know about it Underground, but he always seemed to act like it was important. 

She was in bed first, waiting. Her mind went back to what Alphys said too. Sans wouldn't be that interested, right? He was stuck with her, but did he have an instinctive need for that? Maybe she is getting confused. Sans is extremely protective, but it's for the twin souls, not me.  

Yeah. That was probably it. Alphys was just confused. 

"So sweet cookie, ready for some nookie?" 

Frisk watched Sans come into the room. What? What did he just say? "Hm?" 

Sans came over toward the bed. "Oh come on, shnookums. First night in our new house. It would be wrong not to have any nookie. Now turn around." 

What?! Couldn't he even use subtlety and ask properly? Even then, the answer would still be no, but. 

"Bonnie," Sans said again. "Don't worry, I know you get a little chilled sometimes, so I'll be behind you on the covers." 

Still not . . . What? Sans just rolled his light guiders around. 

"Shweetums." His voice sounded irritated. "Lie down and cover up. I know you get cold, so you need covers."  

"Okay . . ." Covers. Why was he focused on covers? Why was he getting irritated?

Sans banged his bony hand against his skull. "No bones about it, baby?" 

Bones. Baby. Babybones. Oh my gaw, how could I be so stupid?! Her whole face must have lit up red as hot as her cheeks felt. Of course Sans wasn't just coming up asking about sex. This was Sans!  Frisk lied down and covered up. Sans came up behind her. Once he was in his unusual position, he placed his bony hand along his stomach like he had each night before. He wasn't doing anything else, just hiding his magic with word choice.

"Took you long enough," Sans whispered by her ear. Then, he started to chuckle. "Liking the nookie little cookie?" 

"Yes, dear," Frisk said softly. "Sorry, Will. Didn't think. How else would-" 

"Let's not get too creative. We can try different stuff later," Sans said. 

"But how can we . . ." 

"Much more romantic, babe, when you stay quiet," Sans said. 

So. Annoying. He had his hand on her stomach like he always did, and he had his usual magic. He refused to talk about it, yet he was still using his magic. Was thinking they were having sex supposed to be some kind of cover?  She waited a few minutes, slowly falling asleep when she heard Sans speak again. 

"Well, that was fun. Sorry can't always be your bone daddy," he said. "I'm tired though and I love snuggling with you, shnookums. Can I stay here in you tonight?" 

Oh. Frisk nodded. "Sure, Will." He thought there were all kinds of ways to detect magic, but what he said did make some sense. Monsters like Sans used manifestation to have . . . their special times with each other. If there was something that sensed magic, with those kinds of words attached, one might assume they were having a little . . . fun. And since Sans just said he wanted to stay in her during the night, no one would be suspicious if they did pop up for inspection.