Undertamer (Frisk x Sans)

Chapter 22

"You have to find a way out! "

Frisk rolled her eyes and pushed her breakfast around the plate. She then flicked some bacon to Flowey, who cought it, swallowed it and went back to eyeing her plate. "it will be fine, the head told me that he believed I could do it."

Papyrus stared at Frisk with consern. His father really had gone to far this time. He was really starting to get tired of everything. 
"Frisk your my friend-
-excuse me Papyrus" she cut-in, holding up her hand, before twisting  around in her chair.
"SANS STOP STARING AT ME! IF YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY THEN SAY IT TO ME!"
The skeleton monster jumped and acted like he hadn't been doing anything.
She turned back to the table. "your brother is driving me crazy"
Papyrus glanced at him "......."
Frisk grumbled "he keeps staring at me"
Pap raised an eyebrow at Sans who was pretending to be suddenly fascinated by the wall.
"anyway" Frisk continued "I can handle an exam, it's not gonna kill me" She laughed slightly but Papyrus didn't make a sound.
There was a long silence.
"....... you might do..... you know"

Frisk would have believed Papyrus was joking, if it hadn't been for his tone. The blunt way he made that statement felt off to her.
"don't be silly-
-did you sign the contract?" Papyrus asked.
"huh?"

"did you?" he repeated.
Frisk nodded her head slowly. It wasn't really her proudest moment, she hadn't even read the contract. The head master may have subtly mentioned that if she passed the exam then it would really put Sans in his place. And she had signed it strate away. She had to admit it was alittle stupid.
Pap sighed "you don't understand what you have done..... Do you?"
Taking a bite of toast, Frisk shrugged "what's the big deal?"
Pap looked away from her "the periculum feram exam isn't just difficult...... Its deadly"
Frisk froze momentarily, "deadly?" she said in the tone of someone who wasn't buying it.

"He's right you know" came a voice from behind her "your gonna die"

Flowey hissed. Frisk turned to face Sans who had walked up behind her "excuse me?"

Stuffing his hands in his pockets he said "your gonna die in front of the whole school"
Getting to her feet, Frisk stared him down. She got right into his face "oh you would just love that wouldn't you?" she snapped.

Sans' eyes glazed slightly "maybe alittle".
Frisk glared. She could feel Sans' breath on her skin. It smelt strongly of alcohol like it normaly did. She cringed at it.
"psyco" she muttered. Her cheeks flushed slightly. Out of anger of cause.....  Ahhhhh She was sick and tired of this.

Sans on the other hand was completely distracted. He had just noticed that Frisk had freckles and was lost in thought staring at them.
Then he noticed her eyes and how purple they where. Humans weren't supposed to have purple eyes. Where they? Huh strange.

Frisk puffed up her cheeks "well I'm gonna pass that exam... Just you watch"
With that she stormed off.
Sans watched her go and smiled at his handy work.
"Brother" Papyrus pleaded "you are not helping".
Giving him a side-ways glance, Sans said nothing. He just shrugged.
"not ma fault" he said before walking away.
He left the canteen and walked down the corridor.
Till he saw her again. Frisk was leaning on the wall in a huff.
"Frisk" he said. She glared at him.
"What do you want now?!" she replied "tell me how I'm gonna die again? Because I'm not buying it"

"....." Sans shrugged and leant against the wall next to her.
"it's just an exam" she continued "how bad could it be?"

Sans pushed his hands into his pockets "it's a high level exam at a dragon training school" he said "what do you think your gonna have to do?"

Frisk gave him a look of slight consern.

"well it's not writing an essay" he joked
His eyes fixed onto her "you've got to do some dragon training.... The real stuff"
Blowing hair from her face, Frisk responded "well... I'm sure it's not that dangerous...". She knew she wasn't convincing anyone...not even herself.

"Have you seen my mate alphys?" he asked. Frisk nodded.
"Do you see how many scars she has? And how half her tail is missing?".
Frisk nodded again
"Well.... She took the exam last year and she had been learning about dragons for about 4 to 5 years"

He looked away from her "you haven't even been learning for 1 yet"

Her face went white and she cursed under her breath.
"I.... Uhh.. d-don't believe you"

"Don't you?" he asked playfully.

"Nope" she responded. Her tone was calm but her face said it all. Ghost white and her orange hair only made it look whiter. She was biting her lip. He had never noticed her do that before.

"OK" he said standing up straight again "have fun".

He started walking down the corridor. Then he stopped. Turning around, he said "well there is one more thing..."

He smiled at her, while she was pretending not to here him.
"I've been training dragons since I was 7" he said.
She glanced at him "and I care because?"

Sans shrugged "I don't know... Two things I guess".

"......?" Frisk didn't know why she was still listening to him.

"I've been working with dragons for about 10 years.... And that large one with the bull horns broke 2 of my ribs and my arm just before Christmas"

He grinned at the look of horror on her face "so how good do you think someone like you will fare?"
Dread dropped into her stomach and kept on dropping.
"the headmaster wouldn't let anything bad happen to me" she snapped.
With his smile turning into a frown, Sans' eyes turned black.
"wouldn't he?" he asked icingly.

His tone of voice and expression gave Frisk chills. He really was Gaster's son.. They had the same cold voice and eyes.

"and... What was the second thing Sans?" she asked.
Sans clicked his tounge and re-lent against the wall.
"Well the thing is... If I was going into the periculum feram exam with under a year of experience" he motioned to Frisk.
"Then the person with the most years of training... Say 10 maybe, would be the person I would wanna ask for help".
Sans stood up state again "just something to think about Ginger" he said before walking away down the corridor.
Frisk watched him walk away and pondered what he just said.
Was he offering her help? It seemed way out of character for him.
"You don't really believe any of that do you?" came a voice from her shoulder.
Frisk, who had gotten so used to Flowey randomly appearing that she didn't even flinch, stroked Flowey's spines.
Flowey battered her hand away.
"I don't really know Flowey" she responded "Do you believe it?"
He fluffed his leafy wings
"Smiley trash bag is a smiley trash bag"
He wiggled his tale unconfortably, as his petal-like spines went droopy "but his father is a psychopath".