Falling Down Slowly... A Undertale Love Story (UT Sans × Frisk)

Flowers Slowly Falling...

Ok so I've been listening to a song and I'm trying to use it to get Sans to do something I ment to do a few chapters back but I fucked up and it didn't fit XD so here it is, if ya wanna hear it I'll put an (AN:) with the song title before it starts;

Sans was a little stunned by what he just learned... On one hand Frisk's mental health was getting better... But on the other he had to now find out who the other person in her dream was because....?

Why did he need to know this... It's not like he had to know and... What would he do if he did learn this... It's not like he was Frisk's father... Or anything so why... What was Frisk to him... A Human... A Friend... Or... Something more...

Just then there was a loud crashing sound in the kitchen, Sans got up to check it out to find that a Good Dog had gotten in through a window and had tipped over Papyrus' spaghetti sauce all on the floor, some had gotten on Frisk's arm. Sans quickly move toward her as he grabbed her now burnt arm and shoved it under the tap running cold water on it, as he did he looked back as Papyrus chased the dog out the front door and then went to get the first aid kit... But something didn't look right... The sauce on the floor looked... Wrong... Sure some of it looked normal, all chunky like sauce normally looked but... Some of the color and viscosity looked... Wrong... Finally it hit him...

That wasn't sauce...

He looked back to Frisk to see that she was clutching a knife with her other hand... But she wasn't holding the handle... He quickly move his grip from her burnt arm to her now blood soaked hand, causeing her to drop it as Papyrus entered the room... "We're Gonna Need More Bandages...", Sans now had both of Frisk's arms under the tap, this time how ever Frisk made a sharp *hiss* as her cut hit the water. She began squirming to get away from it but Sans had a firm grip and Frisk wasn't very strong to begin with so it wasn't much to keep her there... It wasn't until she lost her footing when he released her fearing he'd break her arms, he quickly picked her up as he moved her back to the living room couch. Sans had helped the bleeding subside a bit as he went to take the first aid kit from Papyrus.

Frisk held up her now bleeding left arm and watched as the blood slowly fell down her arm... It rippled over and soaked her old scars and it made its way to her elbow, "Hey don't do that.", Sans told her as to took a rag to her arm cleaning it off the best he could. He then looked at the new deep cut on her hand, "Well it might need stickes but for now we'll focus on stopping it, since it's too late to go see the Doc...". But Frisk didn't seem to care... It was like she was numb to it all... Sans glanced at the numerous scars on her arm fulling knowing that there were just as many on the opposite...

Frisk could feel herself slip back into that dull place she'd always find herself in when she felt pain... It was the reason she survived for so long... And she hated it... She hated the numb feeling she got as the world around her seemed to turn different shades of grey... The way she it kept her from communicating her fellings... It always made her remember the first time she felt this way... The first time she was scared... The first time she Bleed...

It scared her... More then anything... Even more then death itself...

The thought of the white room... The screams from those in the other rooms... The mirror shard it her hand... The pain in her arm as the strange colored liquid fell from her arm and turned red against the soft white floor... The sound of the door being ripped open as they ripped it away from her and placed her in that jacket, wheeling her down the hall... The feeling of her hair being lifted up as the men were thrown against the walls... Nothing left but inpacts of red on the walls and crumpled remains around her... And the wind rushing past her ears as she jumped out a window into the cold snow... Running... Always running...