UNDERTALE: Sans x Frisk One-Shots!

Christmas SF: A Franstatic Confession

This one was inspired by ​a Frans artist named Koichii on Tumblr (xxkoichiixx). It's a continuation of their comic, A Franstastic Holiday.

Sorry for my absence, guys. Trying hard to finish school work so that I have more time for stuff like this, so take this as my apology git. ^^;;; 

Enjoy!

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"I wonder what would've happened if I didn't pass out..."

With his mind fantasising about the many possibilities, Sans' eyes widened in pure shock. Some of the thoughts swimming in his head were pretty decent, others were...

Oof. He should probably stop agreeing to watch anime with Alphys on his off-days.

"GAAAA! WHAT THE HECK AM I THINKING?!" He hollered, burying himself in his hands in an attempt to shrink himself. His face was a deep cobalt in nothing but embarrassment as the events of last night replayed in his mind.

Meanwhile, downstairs in the living room, Frisk continued to sip her tea, which had long turned cold in her hands. Who asked her to engage in a staring contest with Sans when he wasn't even looking her a few hours ago? Now it tasted horrible.

Her blush deepened when she heard the skeleton screaming upstairs and instantly remembered how Sans wanted to brew that tea for her that morning. Despite its overwhelming bitterness, she downed the cup to its last drop. "Let's pretend that I don't hear anything... " She muttered to herself as she wondered when Papyrus would come home.

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Somehow, after a number of hours, they were still the only two people in the house.

Frisk had opted not to go home despite what her intuition told her, rationalising with the fact that Sans was still slightly sober (after a whole morning? No Frisk, no.) and probably needed someone to help him if he had a bad hangover headache. Especially after considering what he did last night, too.

While she was cooking some lunch for the both of them, the brunette also received a phone call from Toriel, stating that she, Papyrus and some monsters were stuck at Asgore's house due to a snowstorm last night. It wasn't very strong, but it brought a lot of snow to the roads, covering the streets with a snow white layer of ice. Undyne, Alphys and Mettaton were safe at Alphys' house as well. It would take at least a day for all the snow to go away naturally (thank goodness that the sun was up) and even then they needed help to shovel it all away. Guess she was stuck with Sans now.

... Yeah. Stuck with Sans.

Frisk was not one for guilty pleasures, but this was an opportunity she didn't really want to miss. Yes, she was still embarrassed. Yes, she still dismissed the events that happened last night to be a dream. Yes, she had a gut feeling that he remembered everything he did and was a blushing mess now.

But... what he said last night...

"So Frisk, wanna try calling me 'cute'... one more time?"

"It feels like you're underestimating me..."

"And that I'm nothing but a cute skeleton to you... "

"Then tell me..."

"I wanna hear you say it."

And, at the beginning... That kiss...

Despite her initial shock, she had to admit; that kiss was sweeter that what she thought. Better than what she had expected from the skeleton. He was lazy, often sleeping and almost never willing to make an effort to flirt with her. Frisk had already loved that about Sans, and with what happened last night, she was falling for him even more.