UNDERTALE: Sans x Frisk One-Shots!

Human!Sans x Frisk : 11/11

Happy 11/11, everyone! Here's the first part of some sweet Frans Pocky Day fluff~ (Sorry, I'm really tired; as I type this, it is the early morning.)

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"Pocky Day?"

She nodded in earnest. "It's a day when you share some pocky sticks with your loved ones." The brunette explained as she held up a small red cardboard box in her hand. There was an appetising image of biscuit-like sticks coated with chocolate, and the word 'Pocky' written in white. He tilted his head in confusion, and a little bit of curiosity.

"So... you're just trying to flirt with me, kid?" He joked, a wide grin on his face. He had never heard of such a holiday (maybe it wasn't a holiday after all, since everyone else was still working), but what flattered him even more was that she wanted to share such confectionary food with him. Sure, they had their little hangouts at Grillby's where they would scarf down meals like there was no tomorrow, but this... this felt different.

She said 'loved ones', so... It was hard for him to wrap his head around it so he just gave up on it.

"N-no, I'm not!" Her high-pitched squeal managed to bring him back to reality, her eyes glistening in embarrassment and her cheeks a rosy pink. He chuckled softly; he really liked joking around with her like that. It was probably the only way for him to make her blush.

Nevertheless, he held up his arms in surrender. "Okay, okay, relax, Frisk. I was just joking," He winked at her, reassuring her of the truth in his words. "Also, why don't you sit over here while we eat? You look like you're about to collapse of embarrassment."

Hypocrite. You're the same.

Heaving a sigh of relief, the human girl slumped next to the man on the sofa, tearing the box and packet open and popping a stick into her mouth. She lightly crunched her teeth against the sweet in her mouth as she quickly finished it within... less than five seconds.

"Wow, that was fast, wait for me, why don't you." The boy noted, slightly in sarcasm but mostly in amusement.

She laughed, her voice like a tinkling bell. "It's just so good~!" She raised her box again to his face and smiled brightly at him. "Try one, Sans!"

Despite the fact that he often avoids sweet stuff, Sans still reached out for one stick and stared at it cautiously. After a few seconds, he licked it slightly, praying in his soul that Frisk was not watching him. Yes, it was a strange spectacle, but what else could you expect from someone who has never seen a 'pocky' before?

Eventually, he managed to take a small bite of the stick, chewing it carefully, almost as if he was searching for the right words to describe it. In truth, he was not; he was just trying to last Frisk's stare long enough... She had been staring at him for a while now... It was not helping him with the now-present heat on his cheeks.

Finally, he swallowed it and closed his eyes, cutting off eye contact with Frisk and considering what had happened within the last few minutes. Instinctively, his hand reached for his head as he unconsciously combed his snow white hair.

Silence ensued around him. And he had no idea how to break that silence.

Thankfully, she decided to break the silence for him. "Well?" She inquired.

He pondered thoughtfully. "Hm... Pretty sweet," He noted. "I'm not too used to it, so-"

"So you don't like it?"

His eyes snapped open. "What, no! I didn't say that," He instantly retorted. "I'm just not used to it, that's all. Nothing else about it."

Upon seeing her face, however, he realised that he might have made a small mistake. She was not sad, nor angry, and she wasn't exactly happy, either. But, she had that look on her face.

It was like those times when she was understanding and yet judgemental. Like she was curious and content at the same time. Two emotions would conflict with each other and by some miracle, they would form that look on her face.

And as much as he hated to admit it, he liked that look. He kind of wanted to see more of that look, in... situations that were not common in a day, to be precise.

Back in reality, Frisk spoke again. "Well, I'm glad that you don't hate it at least," She smiled warmly, her eyes gazing at the pocky box. She had thought that she would be able to tell him something that day, but somehow her words (and her body) were failing her.

Shyness was her biggest enemy, and yet, she still felt determined.

"Hey, Sans?" She asked suddenly, drawing another stick from the bag. "Since you don't mind eating this, I have... a game that we can play."

He turned to her, his interest piqued. "Oh?"

"It's really simple," She explained, her heart in her throat. "I hold this pocky stick in my mouth on one end, and you hold it on the other end, and we each bite the stick a little more until one of us can't bear to stay on the stick and he or she breaks the pocky stick off,"

He narrowed his eyes at her, cheekiness written all over his face. "This is some interesting game you have in mind, kiddo," He remarked in a matter-of-fact tone.

"First off, don't call me a kid, I'm almost twenty," She elbowed his stomach, cueing him to chuckle. "And second, you sound awfully confident, like you're gonna win, Sans,"

"Depends on what's the stakes," He replied. "What are ya gonna give me if I win?"

"We don't need to discuss that now," She answered quickly, a small tingling sensation in her soul. She could not believe he was agreeing to it so easily... Was it the truth, or was it just another ploy?

Either way, she wanted to find out.

"If you're so confident in winning, let's get it started, Sans. Oh, and just so you know, I wanna win."

He smirked, knowing the exact reason why she wanted to play this game. He could not believe it at first, but if it really was happening, he wouldn't lose that opportunity.

"We'll see, kid. We'll see..."