Reckoning Tale-An Undertale Fanfiction Novel

Chapter 48: Familiar Carpet

fun level 74 Original MC Sans and Frisk

Frisk opened her eyes. She felt weak, and she knew her children were gone. Not mine. She reminded herself of that. She noticed though a familiar carpet, with a familiar texture. She rubbed her fingers through it.

"Welcome home, Ladykid."

Frisk sat up and saw Sans on the other side of her. In front of her, was a blanket full of food. Like a picnic.

"Tried to think of something romantic. I didn't know if I should go with like a picnic or going back to our house. So, I chose both." Sans gestured to the food. "How you feeling?"

Like I lost pieces of my soul I will never get back. Frisk rubbed her eyes. "You brought us back to our home?"

"Yeah. No one's bought it yet. Makes it easier to picnic in. It's our old bedroom without our furniture."

Old. New. Future. Past. "They're gone." Frisk looked toward him. "I'm not in the mood for dating right now. Maybe we can pick up a burger meal again later."

"Uh. Well? I got some good news and bad news, Frisk." He took his bony hand and held hers tightly. "I'm saving ya. Actually, the Parallel ass of me you saw, is saving ya. The bad news is we won't remember."

"I've heard that so many times," Frisk sighed. "Never remember. Won't remember. Can't remember."

"Yeah, but he's doing it for his Frisk. Made a promise to her so she won't hurt. Which means, we really aren't ever going to remember." Sans held her hand tighter. "Because I'd never break a promise to you. Eleven O' Clock. Three days. After that, we're being sent Underground. You'll be Princess Frisk. I'll be your Royal Translator. You'll pick someone, marry someone, have kids with someone and open the barrier."

"Wait." No. "Sans."

"There's no hero this time. There ain't no back door. No Amanda. No Asriel. So, I know we lost what feels like ours . . . but I just got you," Sans admitted. "So, humor me?"

Three days. Three. "No way out?"

"He won't grant it, and even if he could, you need it. It's how you save yourself," Sans confessed. "The time is ready down there. Asriel is down there too apparently. You've got your Underground family back, and your friendly . . . friend."

Frisk reached for some of the food on the blanket. It was fruit and microwaveable dinners. "Salisbury and mashed potatoes. Always good." It was hard. The hardest thing she'd ever done. She had to have a good time, while her soul was dying inside. But, Sans was right. Three days.

"Look. I picked up some music." Sans grabbed his phone and tried to turn the music up loud enough to hear. It was standard romance fair. "For atmosphere." He set it back down between them. "You want something to drink? I got soda or beer or-"

Frisk couldn't take it. She put her food back down and clung to Sans. Sans clung back to her.

"They'll be okay. They'll be living free. Papyrus will take great care of them, and so will the other you." He rubbed her back. "I'm so sorry, Ladykid. This never should have happened."

"Gone."

"Yeah."

"And now, I'm going to lose you."

" . . . I'll still be there."

"Not the same way. Not like this."

"Then, better make it count then." Sans groaned. "Time moves so fast for a monster. Three days is even fast for a human. I know the longer we wait, the more fate might want to take ya, but." He held her hand tighter. "I'll make every second count."