Just One Night

Reassurance

When consciousness finally returned, Frisk slowly opened her eyes, adjusting to the light filtering into the window. Her vision blurred from sleep, she couldn't quite make out what was going on around her. Wondering what exactly was going on, she focused on the last thing she remembered.

Pain, fear, confusion..

Yes, that's right.. she was being attacked. Suddenly her eyes flew open and her hands, despite the pain her quick movements caused, flew straight to her belly which was now a bit more pronounced that she recalled. Confusion clouded her mind, and guilt wrapped itself around her heart. She let out a choked sob before she felt something stirring beside her. A bony hand flitted to hers and an all too familiar face entered her view.

"S-S...ansss..." she croaked, her voice definitely shot from lack of use. He looked down at her in fear but he moved quickly, grabbing a cup and pitcher from the nearby nightstand. He hurried to pour the water and helped her sit up so she could drink. But she merely refused, pushing the cup away weakly.

"You have to drink something." He urged gently.

She shook her head, "The...B-Baby..."

He looked down at her trembling hands and he took one into his own, "The baby's fine." He felt tears well up in his eyes. Not only had his wife been in danger but they could have easily lost their child. He looked up to soft sniffles, finding Frisk in tears as well.
He pulled her into a reassuring hug and let her cry her heart out.

She had been so scared. Trying to flee had failed, fighting back only made it so much worse, and she feared that no one would have saved her. The tears flowed freely and she felt her heart constrict tightly in her chest. She had been so worried that she failed to protect their unborn child, but now that she knew it was safe, she was overcome with joy.

A bright light filled the room and looking down at her stomach, she knew it was her child, coming to reassure it's parents. A watery smile lit up both of their faces and they gently rested their hands upon her stomach. The glowing grew in intensity, making both of them smile lovingly at the tiny bump. Sans leaned forward and kissed her stomach tenderly, almost fearfully. The light died down soon after, but the knowledge of what had just happened left them both astonished.

With a small chuckle, he kissed her lips quickly, thankful that she had woken up, that their baby was unharmed, and that they were safe. Frisk reciprocated his kiss, albeit a bit hesitantly. When the two finally moved apart, she looked up at Sans with a bit of reluctance.

"Sans? Why are we back home? What exactly has happened since the attack?" She whispered, mainly for the fact that her voice was still hoarse.
The skeleton handed her the cup of water once more and waited until she drank the whole thing before beginning his explanation.

"When I managed to get to you, you were pretty badly beaten, Frisk. Gods, it was horrible.. so I took you home, somewhere we would be safe and you could get the healing you needed. Toriel did everything she could to heal your injuries, but by the time we managed to get ya here, there was so much blood lost that you wouldn't wake up."

She nodded slowly, looking around Asriel's old room when another thought came to her. Turning back to the monster, she hesitantly asked, "So.. how long have I been out?"

He looked down at their still entwined fingers, "About a week. You took a nasty hit to the back of your head. We were almost certain you had slipped into a coma.." he muttered quietly, almost like it broke him.

"I see. And the others?" She looked down at their fingers and gave his a small squeeze.

"They're fine. Worried, but fine. I'll go get them if you want." He offered.

"No, not yet. I still have some questions for you.." she said nervously. Her heart beat fast in her chest, and she looked away from him, almost nervously, "About that night. What happened to that man, Sans."

He bristled and turned his gaze away, "He's.. been taken care of."

She flinched, "So, dead then?" At his silent nod she continued on, "You killed him?"

She didn't receive any response this time. Sans took his hand away, fear lingering in his soul. It was all the confirmation she needed.

"So, you did." The room fell silent for a few minutes. Hesitantly, she wrapped her arms around his waist and tugged him into her embrace. His eye sockets widened, the lights in his eyes flickering with repressed emotion. He barely registered her hand slowly brushing his back.

"It must have been hard for you. I can't imagine seeing a scene like that." She whispered so softly that he almost couldn't hear her. Bony arms clung to her back and he buried his face against the crook of her neck. His face contorted into one of pain and sorrow while he silently sobbed, the only proof being his shaking form. Frisk stroked his back reassuringly.

"Hush now, love. I'm okay, we're okay. You don't have to worry anymore, I'll never leave your side." She cooed, only making him sob harder. She knew he was a murderer, and yet she would still stay by his side? It was almost too good to be true, and that only made his soul constrict once more.

She openly accepted the fact that he had murdered her attacker, but what would she do if she ever found out he was a serial killer?