UNDERTALE: Sans x Frisk One-Shots!

GrymTale: Comfort

GrymTale is by an artist on DeviantArt named Ash-Shruf. They are REALLY talented to make such an amazing AU~ A world where everyone is kind of sad and things are looking grim... Well, except for Sans, who has a special someone in his life. ^_^

Just for reference, Sans is named as Grey in this AU. Enjoy~

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Cold.

The world felt cold.

It had always been that way for me. A cold, barren place.

Devoid of pure light and only filled with false hope.

The meaningless wishes of our freedom...

My world has forgotten them.

And by extension, so have I.

And yet...

Somehow, in some way...

My world... suddenly became so beautiful...

And I know why.

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"Oh... hey sunshine, what are you doing here?"

I watch as the person beside me shuffles their body closer to mine. "Bored..." They simply replied as their head leaned on my shoulder, making my heart skip a beat. "You were whimpering," They added quietly, as if they did not want me to hear it but I did anyway, reaching out for my hand and intertwining my fingers with their own. That small, yellow glowing butterfly landed on their hand, too.

I was startled, how they managed to hear me in the dead of night, where most of the monsters were fast asleep in their homes and here I was, at the waterfall. Again. And they still found me.

It's so strange... Truly it was, how they managed to find me and reassure me when I needed it.

I did not admit to them why I couldn't sleep, but it seemed like they knew already. In the sea of thoughts I had about that one recurring nightmare, the images I see every night as I close my eyes, I could hear them. I could hear them trying to speak with me, trying to bring up conversation. Asking me how was my day or what did I like to do. They always ask those things. They rarely changed the subject. Maybe that was their tactic to get an answer from me?

And then, when I would silently refuse to answer their questions, they would hum a lullaby, a little tune they always hear at the statue near the waterfall. Something that was apparently playing from a music box, they told me. It was... peaceful, to say the least. Somewhat sad, and even melancholic in tune. But when they sing it, it sounds so different. Like it is a shimmering glimmer of hope, a song that is destined to go far...

Like them, I thought to myself. And it was true; this human could have the destiny of setting us free, Gerson had told me before. Something about how the royal crest of the Underground spoke so such a prophecy including them in it. So if that legend is true, this person was supposed to be a hero.

And they're trying. I know they are. I see it day in and day out. They have died a number of times, I've seen them, and yet, they are completely unfazed.

Though... I can't exactly understand why they chose to stay with Papyrus and me when they could be saving other people.

"Hah, yeah... Same thing happened again, you know me..." I explained simply, sighing. So much for a good explanation. I have been talking a lot more since I met them, but a ramble would be harder to maintain. Either way, there was no way I could sleep after seeing those images. Some of the visions that belonged to me... and some of them that I have never seen.