Reckoning Tale-An Undertale Fanfiction Novel

Chapter 46: Not Every Parallel Helps

fun level 74 Original MC Sans and Frisk

Frisk's Home. Volcano Room.

Not again. Certainly not now. Frisk knew that her future was no longer in her hands. She knew that her focus should be simply on making sure the children survive. Yet, her mind went on a funny streak while thinking about Sans again. Which was strange. She curled up in their bed and tried to relax. Maybe some rest would help. She relaxed her body, breathing in and out . . .

///That made no sense. It made no sense. "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."///

Sans. Dialogue. Familiar dialogue. This time, it wasn't just sexual thoughts. It felt like . . . it happened. Her room. It was her room . . .

///"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. 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?"

"Yeah?"

"What else do you have besides a tongue?"

"I'm pretty messed up, sweet ladykid."

Frisk sat up in bed. "Can you tell me?"

"It's awful. I'm really kind of ugly to look at with it all," Sans warned her. "I um . . . one time Papyrus got real close to a high edge and he almost didn't see it in time. It would have hurt his bones, so I manifested a heart cause something had to race. And it's still there. And one time . . . look, I can't even remember it all. There's just a lot of body parts like a human, but no skin or anything."