Soulfell

Fairy Tales

Frisk was laying on the ground now, and she was burning hot again. Wait, there was also a small pressure on her lips.

She opened her eyes just to see the skeleton nose to nose with her, their mouths touching. Both of their eyes widened in surprise and Frisk gave a gasp before coughing and gagging violently. Something was caught in her throat.

"Holy crap!" Other Sans yelled. "I'm- I'm sorry!"

Frisk choked on water. "What—*hack!* what was *wheeze!* that?!" She coughed more.

He rubbed the back of his skull sheepishly. "W-well... remember when I said that I had to... force feed you the water...?"

Sans laughed. 'Ahahaha! That's hilarious! I mean, it burns like hell, but... Hahaha!'

'Not funny!' Frisk scolded him. 'I'm choking!'

Other Sans s helped her sit up and he handed her a glass of water. "Here. Drink this."

In between coughs, Frisk drank from the glass. Soon enough she was able to calm down.

"Th-thanks..." she said. "It's so hot..."

'Take off your jacket.'

Frisk nodded. She pulled on her jacket to take it off, but red magic pulled it back on.

"Sweetheart! What the hell?!" Other Sans demanded, cheekbones becoming red.

"I'm just taking off my jacket...?" Frisk told him.

"O-oh..."

Sans took control and began to take off their jacket again. "Funny. You thought we were gonna strip, didn't you?"

The skeleton's entire face turned red. "I'm not answerin' that."

"Good choice."

Sans took of the jacket and tied it around their waist. "There. Much better."

He turned to face his counterpart, who was still blushing.

"Put it back on."

Sans laughed. "Do you have a thing for arms or somethin'?"

"Speakin' of arms..." he pointed to their left arm, wrapped in bandages. "What's that about?"

"Hm?" Sans lifted their arm up and looked it over. "Oh yeah. I never really did question that. Mind explainin', kid?"

Frisk hesitated, but took control again. "W-Well... back on the surface, I liked to climb trees. But one of them had this sharp branch that I didn't see until it was too late. I-I'm okay though! Really! It was a few weeks ago, so I don't feel it anymore. And it's healing well!"

Other Sans stared at her for a moment. It was a stare as if he didn't believe her. "Can I see it?"

"H-huh?"

"The scar. Can I see it?" The skeleton clarified.

Frisk started sweating again. "W-why that all of a sudden...?"

"I just wanna know how well it's healin'."

Frisk put her bandaged arm to her chest protectively and held onto it with her other hand. "C-can we not, please? I... It's hard to put back on once I take it off."

Other Sans stared at her again. His pinpricks scanned over her, indifferent.

Sans was having a hard time figuring out what to do as well. Frisk was too protective of this bandage, but maybe she was just telling the truth and there was nothing more to it. However, it seemed that his counterpart was going to pry, and Frisk would probably freak out if he did.