A Fransmas Tale (A Christmas Special 2018)

she's special

  "SANS?" Is the word my mind made out only slightly as I was coming more aware of what was going on. "SANS!" The voice shouted louder this time, making my consciousness come all the way back to me at once. I could now easily identify the voice as my younger brother, Papyrus. "SANS!!" Papyrus shouted again after I wasn't responding after two seconds.

  "I'm wide awake, Papyrus" I assured him.

  "GOOD! YOU CAN GET STARTED RIGHT AWAY!" Papyrus gleefully told me. I sat up and looked at him, confused.

  "What...?"

  Papyrus threw rolls of gift wrapping paper at me. One hit my face with my reaction to it being an 'oof' and sent me falling back down into my previous laying down position. "TO FINISH WRAPPING YOUR GIFTS OF COURSE!" He looked at me with an expecting expression. I looked back at him, confused.

  "Bro, I already did all that". He looked surprised and a bit embarrassed. 

  "I-I ALREADY KNEW THAT! I W-WAS JUST MAKING SURE YOU KNEW!" He quickly gathered up all the gift wrapping rolls he threw on me and left the room, hoping I wouldn't say anything else about the fact that he didn't know I finished gift wrapping.

  Oh well, I might as well get up anyway so I'll be up and wide awake by the time people start coming; if I slept as late as I normally do, there would be no way I would be fully awake during the first hour of the party. 

  I check the time on the clock on the hallway wall that Papyrus decided that we needed. Eight O' Clock. Honestly, I expected it to be sooner; Papyrus always likes to get his things done earlier than he has to. As I was walking past Papyrus' room, I could hear the sound of paper being crinkled and tape being pulled. That's when it dawned on me: Papyrus was embarrassed because the lazy bag of bones called his brother, beat him to a duty. I didn't blame him though, he worked hard this month getting everything ready, especially since this year because not much help was given; everyone seemed to be extra busy this year it seemed. Especially little Frisky. They've workin' her hard recently. I actually kinda feel sympathy for the girl, I can work at something hard and do it well but it doesn't mean I like doing it. I'm not her though, she's not lazy like me and that's something I admire about her; actually, there are plenty, plenty of things to like about Frisk. You see women who are awfully pretty but act like utter snobs or just plain unpleasant and you see women who are laking the quality of being pretty but are kind and selfless; while I may, without hesitation, want to be with the girl who's not very pretty over the one who is, I can't deny that I like pretty girls—with soft hair (hehe, I like hair). Frisk has both of those positive qualities: she was always cute, but now she is cute in an attractive way; I love the way her face seems to lights up on some occasions. I also loved her eyes. I liked Frisk's squinted eyes, I strangely think they are kinda cute and I liked that Frisk is able to express so much emotion from her simple looking eyes. But her character was even better. She was an absolute sweetheart, selfless and determined and overall a fun person to be around, I don't think I could be bored of her if I tried. Frisk wasn't perfect but she's pretty gosh darn close to it. 

  This being said, I don't think it takes a genius to realize that I sorta have feelings for the girl. It started like a forest fire, at first, it was small; I barely even considered that they existed, brushing it off, telling myself that I only had that feeling because we were becoming better friends, just the thought of me in a relationship was a strange thought; I've never had nor wanted a romantic interest in anyone, and I mean real romantic interest, not those middle school crushes you get on a boy or girl who doesn't even know you. Seeing her again after those sparks were lighted, started a fire. Every time I talked to her or just see her, it would make the fire bigger, brighter, and hotter. I almost cringe at the thought of her ever finding out about though. It was honestly hard to imagine what her response to that would be. I know she wouldn't be harsh about it since she's to nice to do that, but it would certainly make things uncomfortable for her; I wouldn't want that for her. But what if she did want me, things would definitely change for the good...would it be worth risking?

  I flopped on the couch and started flipping through channels. The surface had an unbelievably large amount of variety when it came to shows. I tried to find something good but all that was mostly on was a bunch of Christmas specials, if it wasn't a Christmas special, it was a blog show or whatever people call those. I decided to stick to a blog show about stupid people (that wasn't a joke).

  I was about an hour and a half before I heard what sounded like a knock but it was so faint, I thought I was just imagining it. Then I heard it again, but it was louder and I knew I wasn't just imagining it. Before I could even begin to get up, however, Papyrus shouted from his room, "SANS-"

  "Okay, okay, bro, I got it!" I interrupted him before he continued because I knew exactly what he was going to say. 

  The sight I saw before me when I opened the door, sent the flame burning brighter once again (A\N: take out of context, that sentence could sound very strange XD). The person I was looking forward to seeing the most today was also the first one to show up.

"Oh, kid, you're early!"

(A\N: Fun fact, I actually wrote the next chapter before I wrote this one, but I decided to write this chapter to reflect on what Sans thinks of Frisk. 

Also, if you think that I made Sans or Frisk's feelings for one another grow too quickly too fast, don't worry, they've had seven years of developing their friendship and around two years of growing romantic feelings for one another, a lot can happen in that time *wink, wink*. Goodbye, my little reed blossoms; have a BReasy day!!♪~ ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ).