You'll Be Back (Forevermore AU)

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Sweet baby Jesus, this was both fun and heart-breaking to write! You don't know how tempted I am to just write a happy, fluffy epilogue for them and give them their happy ending right now. But, no! We must be strong, my friends! But I'll admit, the epilogue will be kinda cute 😉.

Four things before I go, I'm gonna be on Spring Break half this week all through next Sunday, so I probably have time to post both the epilogue and the first chapters of Evermore. Yay!

But I need your help, I don't know which AU to base it in; I'm stuck between Mobtale, Mafiatale, or doing my own spin on Human Sans with Underpray. Which one do you want to see?

Now, this is a little warning; I am trying my hands at two new things with EM, a frame story (Story within a story) and a love triangle, if you don't like those, I'm super sorry. I just can't leave out precious Error!!!! He is just too awesome!

Lastly, there's an Easter egg for game fans. If anyone notices it, I'll give you a digital cookie!

Disclaimer:

I do not claim to own the original game nor its many AUs; as such Flowerfell and Echotale, or other AUs are mentioned, but this plot and possible original characters/AU belong to me. Any famous songs, TV show/movies/books/games and manga names, and brands that are mentioned in this work belong to their rightful owners. This is purely for fun and my inner fangirl.

© Willa Field

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Bad Blood

Sans and Frisk

(Third POV)

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Frisk was staring at the white walls, her on her side. She spent two days in her mind as she replayed the last experiment, not knowing why. It wasn't too bad, but the words of Gaster chilled her to her core just before he locked the flower back into her cell. Remembering them again, she shivered deeply:

You won't win, love. I know how to break you. Why don't you be a good girl next time and it will be easy on you, okay?

The simple statement didn't sound menacing, per say, but her gut throbbed with dread. She came to realize that Gaster had this way to play threats off as a soothing, fatherly suggestion, with that crazy grin still spread across his face. Frisk smiled and nodded as he slammed the lock down, but inside, she wanted to crumble to her knees and cry. The mad scientist filled the poor girl with such fear, she wondered why she still stood tall.

Because you are Princess Dove, Frisk. I know she would be proud of how you turned out. Chara's voice flowed through her thoughts, earning a chuckle as she moved to a sitting position with her knees pressed to her chest and her blues glowing dimly with tears:

A weak human that couldn't fight against Gaster? Who always has to be saved?

You are the one who defeated me many times, aren't you? You aren't as weak as you think, sis. The only reply the older brunette got was a small huff as Frisk buried her face in her knees. The younger sister knew her mindmate was trying to make her feel better, she didn't do a good job though.

It was true that the brunette wasn't so weak that she couldn't stand up for herself and the others when it was needed, but she was getting tired as she continued her 'stay' with the mad skeleton. She still fought any attempts he tried to break her, of course, however; it was starting to get to the poor girl: