Sans rests his head on the cold hand, his pain is felt in his eyes, and his tears no longer look the same as before, they look. . . bitter.
Sans: We've already tried everything Frisk, it's been a week,. . . . please d-don't leave me alone.
A cold feeling passes through Sans's cheeks, drying his tears with a soft but trembling and unsteady movement.
Frisk: N-no, . . .n-no . . . . I-I . . .will not, n-never!
Sans: F-Frisk? Frisk ?! FRIISK! FRISK HERES YOU!
Frisk: W-well, of course. . .
Something seems to bother her. . . and begins to tremble.
Frisk: T-that . . . c-cold.
Sans: Oh, you . . . you're cold, take my jacket.
Sans takes off his jacket for what is left showing a blouse white as snow. With every second that passes, Frisk's movements become stronger and stronger.
Frisk: S-Sure? d-don't you have c-cold?
Frisk: S-Sans, I-I'm-afraid.
Sans: N-no, do not be afraid, here I am to protect you.
If Frisk had been completely cured, in a Sans's hug she would be melting the emotion. Their hearts were never so close, they breathed, they throbbed at the same time.
Sans: I'll go find some blankets. 'Kay?
Sans: Alphys! Bring me some blankets now!
Alphys: F-for what?
Sans: It doesn't matter! Just, give me!
Alphys: Here you go!
Sans: FRISK! I BRING BLANKETS!
Sans: Frisk? Come on, silly, wake up. . . Frisk, is not it a joke, Frisk? FRISK! FFRRISSK !!!
At the beginning he gently shakes her shoulder, then strong, until lifting her from her recumbent pose. The expression of Sans goes from being an immense exaltation to fear, frustration, a state of shock.
Alphys: Sans, w-what happened? I heard you scream.
Sans: L-look . . . .b-by . . . . y-your . . . . s-self.
Alphys: Oh no, OH NO! DO NOT! DON'T! NOOOO! . . . . . I-I'm sorry . . . .I'm so s-s-sorry
Sans: It was my fault anyway, I could not avoid that attack.
Sans grabbed his jacket, with some fear. And walk slowly to the door.
Sans: I'm goina give the sad truth . . . hm, it's a nice day outside . . .
Alphys: Sans, I know you're mad at me but. . .
The biggest Gaster Blaster of his life was detonated and the brightness of his eye shined stronger than ever.
Sans: Try something better next.
Papyrus: Oh hello Sans, how's Frisk?
Sans: Frisk is fine and woke up, Alphys is fine too.
Papyrus: Sans, you do not seem very happy
Sans: Yes I am.
Papyrus: No, you're not, I know why you're not making my life hell with your jokes.
Sans: Ha! You caught me, I'm really tired. Hey, you want to see a gaster blaster that I developed?
Papyrus: Well, of course.
Sans: Here it comes!
Papyrus: Wowee, wait, aren't you pointing it at yourself?
Sans: A little more!
Papyrus: No, wait.
The best and the last Gaster blaster was released, leaving his jacket and a little note that said ;
"Forgive me Papyrus, Frisk is dead, Alphys also and I killed them myself, cannot live with the guilt, continue practicing to be in the royal guard.
I see you when you're dead :'3
Sans "
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Sweet Nightmares (Undertale Fanfic) (2°nd edition)
FanfictionThe monsters from the undergrownd are finally freed! They are going to the sourface but one of the characters has a terrible trouble which wont let them be free until solved. When you have nightmares, it's 'cause they mean something -sans
