SoulFire ( sans x frisk AU)

No more resets

She screamed upon hearing the news, her frail voice cracking, and breaking with the words she couldn't speak. "How could you? How could you kill him?" she longed so desperately to ask him these questions.

But when she saw his shaking figure sitting at her bedside, dressed in black and hanging his face in his hands, she could do nothing more but watch him, and listen to him try not to cry while explaining himself with trembling phrases.

Frisk clenched her fists to her dress skirt, fighting the urge to break down again. Her blood boiled and yet her tears felt cold as ice. She was too devastated to argue against what Sans had to say.

"I didn't want to, Sweetheart- I didn't... But he was already dead as far as we knew... I didn't want to kill him, Frisk. I'm sorry." His bones shook and rattled.

She whimpered, sniffling and tensing upon hearing him apologize for the tenth time since he had pulled her into this room alone. "Sans, stop saying that! Please just stop it!" She whispers, trembling now as well.

It was hard enough that her grandfather died before she was able to truly know him, but the fact that the love of her life was ready to wail any moment didn't help.

She wanted to help him. She wanted to do so much more than help him. She wanted to take him in her arms and never let him go. She wanted to believe she could pull him down by the collar of his suit and kiss him, tell him it would be okay even though it felt like the world was going to end.

But she knew that after she did those things life would never get easier- it wouldn't no matter how she reacted and she loathed the uncertainty of it all.

All Frisk wanted to do was break the barrier that held monsters captive. That's why she came here. If not to die, that was the reason. Still, seeing Sans fall apart like this in front of her was enough to break her heart, more than he'd broken it before.

"I can't stop feeling sorry, Frisk! I've tried, I've tried for four fucking months to forget about guilt, but the longer I stayed away from you the worse things got for both of us!"

"This conversation isn't about US, Sans!! It SHOULDN'T be! Now you're just rambling- You're shooting off at the mouth just to get a word in!"

"No, I'm not-"

"YES, you are!"

"And so what if I am?! What's wrong with talking to you?"

"Nothing is wrong with it! But I'm saying that your steering away from the big picture here. Your beginning a new topic that has nothing to do with what just happened!"

"My abandoning you has everything to do with this!"

"No, it does not! Just because you stopped talking to me doesn't mean that everything happening now is your fault! It isn't all about YOU all the damn time!"

"It's my fault because I'm the guy who killed him!" He finally sobbed, finally on topic, and finally, he let himself fall apart. Large tears hit the floor, and his bone rattled as though he was a terrified, malnourished child. He let out audible moans of anguish, sliding out of his seat and shackling to the ground. This was the room he killed a man in, and the same room he was pouring his guts out into.

Frisk simply stared in shock as tears fell from her eyes, her mouth ajar only letting out squeaks compared to the broken howls emitting from the monster at her feet. What would one do in a situation like this? Sans has clearly lost himself now, he can't hold a conversation anymore. But then again, neither could she...

So what does one broken person doo when another broken person seems to be struggling? Well, she sits down and lets herself struggle with him.

Sans didn't hesitate to encase the human in a tight death grip, his arms laced around her and his hands slinking to grope her hips desperately. He slammed his skull against her shoulder, drenching her dress in an instant. Frisk just sat there, her hand on the crown of his head. She gently stroked the smooth material, letting her other arm hang at her side, her fingers dragging against the hardwood boards.

From the corner of her eye, she peeked at her menu. She scanned over the four buttons, searching until she found the shattered letters that glitched the word "RESET".

When she tries for the one-hundredth time to press it, her hand glitches through, and the entire menu faded away once more. She really couldn't go back anymore. She could only go forward, and once she did, she'd be able to fix this timeline once and for all. But until then, Frisk was stuck with whatever he did. And that part of Frisk was the one who hated this man. But the part of her that loved him as her world was the one who kissed his head and let him go on about his sorrowful cries.

(Another short chap. Sorry loves. Also, happy turkey day~ 

The holidays are the reason I've posted shorter chapies XD)