Soulfell

Totally Not a Songfic

Other Sans held her hand again. "Remember. If you freak out again, just sing somethin' and try to calm yourself down, 'kay? And you better help her, Sans."

'Roger.'

Frisk smiled and playfully rolled her eyes. She gave herself a pep talk and they entered the room again.

Mettaton stood there, on the other side. "I've been expecting you," he greeted. "Come on in. No need to be shy. Aw, and you're holding hands~! How cute~!" The robot cooed.

Other Sans didn't want to repeat his long and detailed explanation of how they weren't in a romantic relationship, so he just got to the point. "We're not in a romantic relationship, bolt-box."

"Hm? You're not? Whatever do you mean?"

"I mean that were platonic friends, and nothing else," the skeleton clarified.

"Hmph. Well there goes my views," Mettaton huffed. "It was perfect too. The star-crossed lovers. A romance forbidden by all laws. Oh well. I'll just have to make you pay for it... by KILLING YOUR 'PLATONIC FRIEND', SANSY!!!"

The floor of the room rose up violently to an opening in the high ceiling. The new room was flooded with light and noise, but this time they were more prepared for it.

Mettaton's voice rang through the noise. "And to do that... I'll have to use my new form~" The robot transformed again. "Like what you see, darling~? I would give you plenty of time to look it over, but I have to kill you. Lights. Camera. Action!"

All but one spotlights we're now pointed at the group. The tons of fans in the crowd roared, either cheering or booing, over the blinding lights.

"Smile for the camera, darling~"

Frisk couldn't help but feel her chest tighten again, her ears starting to ring and sight becoming blurry. Luckily, Sans was prepared for it this time and started to sing for her.

'Don't you worry about the dark

I will light up the night with the love in my heart

I will burn like the sun that will keep you safe and warm'

Other Sans grabbed the girl and jumped out of the way of an oncoming attack, causing Flowey to give a shriek of panic.

"C'mon, Sweetheart, just sing anythin'," he begged.

Sans just managed to hear his counterpart and continued with the song, hoping that he could break through to Frisk.

'Like the smell of a rose on a summer's day

I will be there to take all your fears away

With the touch of a hand I will turn you life to...

Gold

With the touch of a hand I'll turn your life to gold'

Frisk blinked a bit and began to hear him over the ringing. Sans used this opportunity to speak to her.

'C'mon, kid. You can do this. Just sing somethin',' he said.

Frisk began shaking but tried to think of a song that would help her calm her fears. Quietly and anxiously, she sang.