Undertamer (Frisk x Sans)

Chapter 11

"SANS!!!!"

This was a loud cry that sounded early on a Sunday morning. Sans himself with sat on a table in the food hall with his other friends crowded around him. Alphys was smoking a fag, Undyne was chatting with Doggo, Doggamy and Dogaressa where flirting with one another and Sans was sipping something from an water bottle. Though all these activities came to a stop as the cry was heard.

After getting over shock, Sans smiled deviously. He winked at all his friends and motioned for them to watch the doors. Afew moments passed. Then the sound of feet.

The doors bust open. "Sans....you son of a..." This was unmistakably Frisk's voice and she was clearly pissed. It was then that may of the students realized why she was so mad. Laughter rang out followed by a couple of wolf whistles. Frisk's face turned red with a mix of embarrassment and anger. Sans' gang had died in fact Undyne could hardly breath she was laughing so much.

Frisk then spotted Sans "I know you did this!" She spat. Slipping off the table, Sans simply shrugged. "Did what?" he asked.

Frisk gave him a sarcastic smile and walked over to where he was. "Don't play dumb with me Sans I know it was you" She scowled "you replaced my shampoo with blue hair die".

Sans gave her a satisfied smirk, taking a moment to admire his handy work. Frisk's bushy ginger hair had now been changed to a murky greenish blue. There where also several spots on her face that had been died as well making her look a little like a blue cow.

"I don't really see the problem kid, I was only trying to help" Sans said. Frisk balled her fists. In one hand she held a half empty shampoo bottle. The plastic cracked as she squeezed it. "Trying to help?" She asked slowly.

Sans laughed "yep ginger is such a horrible hair colour, I thought that blue would look much better". A vast amount of laughter followed this statement. The laughing was followed by an array of colourful language from Frisk. This turned quite a few years in the hall. Sans found himself trying not a laugh at her profanity. Taking his frustrations about humans out on her was the most rewording thing he had ever done. Surely this would get rid of her.

Frisk noticed his smirk and it filled her with even more anger. She stopped swearing, since it was clearly having no effect. Frisk just didn't understand his problem. Sure she had said some horrible things to him but she had apologised. The fact that she hadn't really meant the apology didn't change the fact that it was apology nun-the-less. At lest not in her option anyway.

Frisk hated to admit it but Flowey had been right, he was making her life hell. She had been at this school for little over 4 weeks so far and she was struggling catching up with classes as it was. She had joined the school as a 3rd year so had a lot to catch up on. He really wasn't helping her confidence. It had started with childish teasing and heckling which turned into tripping her up in the halls and swiping her food. Now he'd moved onto cruel pranks, such as changing the door numbers so she was late to class and, of course, dying her hair blue. She hoped that it was only one day use die cuz if not she was screwed.

Frisk needed to get back at him somehow. The lazy bugger hadn't even bothered to get dressed before coming down for breakfast. He was dressed in what she assumed he wore in bed since he was wearing slippers with it. It was a simple gray T-shirt and black tracksuit bottoms. It seemed that he really didn't care.

Hang on gray stains easily doesn't it. Secretly she unscrewed the top of the half empty bottle. Sans and his friends wear to busy laughing to notice. "Oi Sans" she shouted "catch!" He turned to face her as she through the bottle. Quick as a flash he swerved as it narrowly missed his face. It instead hit the table spreading blue liquid everywhere.

Frisk was shocked: how could she have missed him. Sans gave her a smug grin "nice try I've lived with dragons since I was 5 so if there's one thing I know its how to dodge an attack". Frisk pouted. "So close" she muttered.

Sans stepped closer to her "so you where trying to hit me ay? he raised his hand upwards slightly. He gave her soft expression. "Hey you know something kid" he said softly "your hair is very beautiful" He moved his hand up, brushing a strand from her face. "and soft" he said stroking it gently. Frisk was to embarrassed and confused to move. So he was flirting again?

He continued to stroke her hair. "There's only one problem with it though-" he said. He dropped his soft look "- it belongs to you". Before she could react he grabbed a bunch of her hair in his hand a yanked on it hard.

Frisk gave a breathe wince but no more. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction. Grinning nastily, Sans pulled and her hair again. His friends behind him where cheering him along. "Oh kid kid kid don't you see there is no place for you here" he pulled harder again "so run along and be with your own kind".

Frisk didn't say anything. This guy didn't know she had a little sister who pulled her hair all the time. She said nothing still but smiled. She grabbed his hand to lessen the force on her hair. "If you think that you're gonna get rid of me then I've got news for you skelly-boy" she pulled his hand off her hair keeping her grip on it. Looking him straight in the eye sockets she said "I'm not going anywhere".

She let him go, being the one to smirk for once. The look on Sans' face was priceless. But it didn't last long.

"You want to bet that Kid?"

ANNNNNNND done yay. The rivalry continues at undertamer academy and Frisk is serenely feeling blue. So glad it's done I thought I would give you guys another chapter with Frisk and Sans both in since this is a Frans fic. However you can see this ship is no were ready to sail. Until next time Imag out :-).