Just One Night

Training

Frisk tried her best to calm the nervous energy bubbling up in her chest, but nothing seemed to be working. She had decided earlier to use that newfound energy to clean the apartment top to bottom, scrubbing the leftover dishes from the night before, vacuuming the floor, dusting the ceiling fans, anything and everything to get rid of the overwhelming feeling of anxiousness.

She should have expected her life would no longer be the same, heck her appearance was proof enough of that, but a small nagging part of her mind yearned for the normalcy of being human. Although she didnt regret her choice, it was hard to understand the changes her body was going through.

Magic thrummed beneath her fingertips, underneath her skin, moving like liquid fire through her veins, filling her being with a newfound sense of power. It was almost addictive in nature, feeling so strong, complete even, but without a way to channel her newfound strength, her mind and nerves were set on edge.

Her poor, frazzled mind had been replaying the same questions on a loop, driving her mad with worry and fear for not only herself, but also the monsterkind.

What would befall her people now that she was no longer completely human? Would the humans uprise and claim them to be evil beings manipulating the poor ex human?

Deep down she knew her fears were a legitimate possibility, she had seen day to day how cruel the humans were to those they could not understand. It was a point of contention she dealt with every single day, and she feared that with her altered appearance, the humans would start a revolution, a mass genocide on all those she loved dear.

Her overworked brain had gone off on a depressing tangent and it was all she could to hold the tears at bay, refusing to let them fall. How could she uphold her duties to the monsters now that she was one of them? She had no answer, and it was only when Sans took the mop from her hands that she completely broke down, collapsing in his arms and spilling all her fears into his warm embrace.

Sans held fast, keeping her close to his heart as she sobbed, knowing deep down that he had changed her life irrevocably. His heart was filled with pride for the sweet hybrid in his arms, his soul humming in chest as he rocked her gently in his grip, whispering words of comfort into her hair. Part of him wished that she had never changed, even though the thought broke his heart. It would have been easier for everyone had she remained human, but he couldn't deny the surge of happiness filling him that she was now truly, in every sense of the word: a monster.

He had known this could happen, but he was blinded by the overwhelming urge to bond with her mind, body, and soul that he hadn't taken the time to truly explain to her the possibility of the change after their union, though even he had been caught off guard by the change.

Thoroughly ashamed, he whispered soft spoken apologies into her hair and clutched her firmly, wishing that he could take away the grief and insecurity. He had been selfish, having taken the choice away from her, and now he had to live with the consequences of his actions.

Hell, it wouldn't surprise him if she wanted to leave at this point. His rash decision had cost her humanity, had forced her to change, and if she never wanted to see him again he would understand. Oh, he'd be absolutely devastated, but he would not force her to stay, he would not take away her choice any longer.

He told her as much, resting his head in her messy bun in an attempt to hide his shame, hide the tears that cut wet paths down his cheeks.

He felt her stiffen in his arms, felt as she pushed him away, and he closed his eyes, unwilling to see the despair and regret that would undoubtedly show on her face. His heart couldn't take it, even though he knew he deserved it.