Their little Frisk (Undertale fanfic)

❤️twenty❤️

•Sans's POV•

It was lunchtime and I was just poking at the disgusting looking "food" as I sighed.
I got squirrelly when the prison workers shoved my brother to move faster. It was not all hard to spot him because of how tall he was but the orange prison jumpsuits were driving me bonkers.
Papyrus was sitting across from me as we sat in silence ever since we came here we had been abnormally quiet.
I couldn't even make a pun to lighten things up because my mind would wonder to Frisk.
Was she safe?
Was she well?
Was she happy?
Where is she?
What is she doing right now?
So many questions entered my mind as I feared she would forgotten about me and Paps.
"SANS..." Papyrus caught my attention making me glance up. "I MISS FRISK," he started to tear up.
"Aw bro, I miss the kiddo too," I frowned.
What would life be without Frisk? Prison.
Heh, and things couldn't get worse.
"Sans, Papyrus," a guard directed us making us both look at him with annoyance. "You have a visitor under the name of Frisk," the guard said in a bored tone.
The name made me instantly jump to my feet as well as Papyrus.
We followed the security guard eagerly to see the kid.
How'd she find us?
The guard stopped us at the doors.
"One at a time, ten minutes each," the guard snarled.
"BROTHER, you go first," Papyrus slightly smiled at me in a normal tone which surprised me.
I nodded at him as I shuffled forward into a room where their was two glass way boxes with phones.
I sat down on my side from where I saw Frisk.
Aw man, she looked like crud.
Her eyes looked strained, her face was placed into a hard frown as if she had never smiled before.
She was jittery and uneven.
Her hair was messed up and she anxiously tapped her left hand on the desk as she grabbed the phone with her right.
I then noticed the bruises all over her and the busted lip and bloody knuckles...
WHAT THE HELL?!
I grabbed my phone so I could talk to her and before I could even etch a word in she broke down into tears and violent chokes.
"I-I'M SO S-SORRY S-SANS! I w-would have come (hiccup) sssooner if I kn-known!" She cried as bucket full of tears drizzled down her face.
"Kid, no, no, no, shhh..." I hushed her gently wishing I could wrap my arms around her shaking form.
"It's ok, calm down.." I tried to ease her but what was I suppose to say?
I mean, we are in prison and the bright side is so small right now.
"Stop crying, you've done nothing wrong... Me and Papyrus are fine, what happened? Are you ok?" I asked a bit worriedly afraid her parents already started to abuse her again.
"N-No! I want to g-go home... With Papyrus... With you... I'm not happy!" She cried putting her left hand against the glass looking at me with her shining watery eyes.
I sighed closing my eye sockets for a moment wishing the same as I put my right hand against the glass where her's was.
"I know kiddo... I know..." I knew she had Stockholm Syndrome towards me and Paps.
"I'll get you out I swear and-and we can be happy, go back to how everything was while we celebrate with.... Papyrus's... (Hiccup)... Pasta," her eyes tested up more and they spilled out like crazy.
"Frisk, look at me," I said in a commanding tone.
She stopped crying and stood still looking into my sockets as her eyes screamed help.
My soul shattered into pieces at the sight of her puffy face.
"It's ok, stop crying, we aren't dead," I was at loss for words.
I knew it wasn't much of a convincing small speech but my mind was just blank.
She nodded quickly as her breathing was shaky and she wiped away her tears with her arm.
"I love you guys to bits," Frisk squeaked out.
"We love you too..." I murmured.
I love you...
I shook the thoughts away as I sighed sadly and we sat in silence soaking each other's presences before the last four minutes was up.
"What happened..?" I gestured to her beaten up form.
She sniffled.
"I punched Tony.... I was angry," she growled.
I smiled sadly but in a proud way.
I wish I was there to see that!
Oh how much I wished the minutes would pass by slower but a guard took me away to let Papyrus have a turn as I looked over my shoulder at Frisk longingly.
How much I love you kid... You won't even know.
Our Frisk wasn't happy, she was miserable and that made me angry and upset more then anything in the world.
"I love you kid... More then you'll ever know..."