Soulfell

To Trust Or Not To Trust

Frisk shivered again. She had made it into Waterfall, so that was good. But since she exited a snowy area and then got covered in water, she got pretty cold.

The girl took off her jacket and rung out some of the water from it.

"This sucks," she muttered.

'Yeah, it does,' Sans agreed.

Frisk shook her head and put on her jacket—making sure to cover the large bandage over her forearm—though the jacket was still damp. She continued walking until she came across a familiar sentry station. Sans the skeleton sat there, not seeming to notice them.

'How did he get here before us?' Frisk asked.

'Must've taken a shortcut.'

'We should say hi.'

'After he killed us a bunch of times and made you cry, no way I am.'

'But he let us go. That means that he feels bad for it.'

'... Fine. Just don't be too gullible, alright?'

'Kay.' Frisk walked closer to the station, gaining the skeleton's attention.

"Oh," he said. "Hey sweetheart. I thought you would've passed this place by now."

Frisk didn't really know what to say to him. She wasn't good at talking. Still, she opened her mouth. "Thank you."

The skeleton raised a bone brow, though he didn't have any. "What'cha thanking me for?"

The girl twiddled her thumbs. "For letting us go."

He half laughed half scoffed. "You already thanked me for that, sweetheart."

"I know... But it means a lot to me. And Sans."

'Well, more to you, but yeah.'

Other Sans chuckled. "Alright, fair point. Hey, how 'bout I give you somethin' to eat, on the house."

Frisk smiled at the idea of food. She hadn't eaten in awhile. "Okay, but why?"

He reached under the counter for something. "Well my brother hasn't killed either of us yet, so that's somethin' to celebrate." He pulled up a few condiments and placed them on the counter. "Go on, take your pick."

'Go for the ketchup,' Sans told her.

Frisk found it weird that both Sans' liked to eat condiments on their own, but she shrugged it off. "Ketchup please."

The skeleton picked up the ketchup and handed it to her. "Why do you say that?"

"Say what?"

"'Please' and 'thank you'."

Frisk was confused. "Why not?"

"You don't need to."

Frisk thought about this. "I don't need to, but I want to."

He half-heartedly laughed "Heh, another fair point I guess." He handed her the bottle of ketchup and he took a bottle of mustard for himself. "Cheers."

"Cheers."

They both took a sip. Frisk's eyes widened before she started gulping the condiment down. She didn't realize just how hungry she was.

In her head, Sans joyed in the taste. 'Oh I miss the taste of ketchup.'

"Take it easy, sweetheart," Sans told her. "You're gonna choke on that if you don't."