So Close, Yet So Far (Sans x Frisk - Frans)

Chapter Twenty Two - Shopping Aftermath

(Holy crap... I'm sorry it took so long for an update, I've been super busy lately, but anyway, here's the chapter!)

—A FEW HOURS OF SHOPPING LATER—

My POV:

"Hey... do you wanna stop at the ice cream stand?" I point over to the small ice cream shop at the corner.

"ICE CREAM!" Undyne, MTT, and Alphys cheer.

I giggle, "That's what I thought!" I run over at top speed to the shop.

THUD! . . . I bump into someone, knocking me to the ground.

"Owww... my head..." I rub my forehead where most of the impact hit.

"Sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going!" I looked up and saw a kinda cute looking guy in front of me.

"H-hey... sorry... I was running a bit too fast anyway..." I look back down and fix my clothes.

He extends his hand and helps me up.

"Brady Ricks is the name, what's yours?" He lets go of my hand.

"F-Frisk... Frisk D-Dreemurr..." I adjust the sides of my shirt so it looks a bit better.

"That's a nice name..." He smiles warmly.

"F-Frisk... w-we should g-get going..." Alphys tugs my arm.

"Keep your hands off the pretty girl!" Brady shouts at Alphys, grabbing my hand again and pulling me against him.

"E-excuse m-me?! I-I'm engaged!" I try to move away from him, and he lets me.

Sans walks up behind me, clearly not having witnessed anything that happened.

He wraps his arms around my waist and pecks my cheek. "Hey sweetheart~"

I return the favor and I kiss the top of his skull, "Hi Sansy~"

Brady grabs Sans by the shoulders and throws him off me onto the ground.

"Go, save your little friend. Just like you did before when you brought them all back up here and ruined everyone's lives. You're nothing but trash like the rest of them." Brady scoffs, walking away to some snobby store that I hope sells the anti-idiot pills he forgot to take this morning.

I hold out my hand and help Sans up. The other Sanses eventually walk over, all having something that they were eating in their hands. And Lust... was... eating... uh... uhhh... fuck it... he was sucking a popsicle...

"Are you okay, Sans?" I hug him lightly, just in case he is injured.

"I-I'm good, Frisky..." He rubs his spine and I stare over at him, but mostly because Lust was dripping popsicle juice on Sans' hoodie.

"Lust, that's fucking disgusting..." I flick him in the face.

"Disgusting is my middle name~" He shoves the pop into my mouth.

I snatch it away from him and keep eating it, giving Lust and Sans an embarrassed glance.

"Oh-ho-ho! Look who's feelin' a bit frisky!" Lust chuckles, causing Sans and I to blush deeply.

"You put it in my mouth!" I shout at Lust, shoving the pop back into my mouth

"There are other things Sans would probably like you sucking~" Lust shoves the entire pop in my mouth and pulls it out, still holding onto my hand.

"L-Lust!" Sans and I shout in unison, our blush growing darker.

"That's my name, don't wear it out.~ Unless, of course, you're in a bedroom~" Lust adds.