Undertamer (Frisk x Sans)

Chapter 23

Forwarning may contain sex jokes.

It was getting dark. The late spring night brought a cold chill. The sky was a dark inky blue. Cloudless, which made it seems as though everyone under it was under a blue blanket.

It was around 8 or 9 o'clock, a time where all students were ordered to be in their rooms in bed. But not all of them were.
One stood over by the gate. Leaning back against the rusty iron. A large heavy cloak hung over his body. Even on such a peaceful night, there was a sense of seriousness and stress around him. His eyes where scanning the dark caught-yard in front of him.

A second was walking slowly through the court yard. There blusy hair was tied back into a messy bun, leaving a strand still hanging in front of her eyes.
She wore a dark grey coat instead of her normal jacket since it was a cold night.
She stopped in front of the cloaked figure.

"you are late" he said.

Frisk tucked the extra hair strand behind her ear "I wasn't sure if I was even going to come Sans".
Sans pulled his hood further over his head and glanced at the window to the Head's room.

"This way then" he said pushing the gate open slowly. It made a low groaning sound.

Frisk followed Sans out of the gate, but watched him closely. She wasn't really sure if she 100% trusted him. He hadn't done much to gain her trust through the year. But she found herself without many options left.

They walked in silence along the pathway. Until Sans turned and walked off the path and began in the woods.
Friks hesitated but followed. The earth under her boots was damp but not muddy. The trees hung their twisted branches above her. It was quiet.

"Sans?" she asked. The skeleton stopped "where are we going?"

Sans shrugged his shoulders "I guess you could say we are here".

Looking around, Frisk could see nothing but trees and bushes around her.
"The best way to learn wild dragon training... Is in the wild" he said.
He leant against a tree
"there are around 40 different species in these woods that we can look into"

"Right...." Frisk responded.
"But first Ginger there are some ground rules"

Frisk grumbled. Great rules. Was she really gonna let him boss her around? This was bull shit.

Seeing how pissed Frisk was, Sans felt a twinge of satisfaction. If the situation hadn't been so tense, he probably would have enjoyed it more.

Frisk sighed "what are they?"

His bright eyes locked with hers.

"Well I would say that rule number one is that you don't go telling people about this" he paused,
"I have a reputation to up hold"

Frisk sniggered "what? Your reputation of being a huge jerk?"

Without even batting an eye, Sans said "yes exactly".

He gave a slight smirk and without wating for for Frisk to answer, Sans continued.

"Rule number two.... I know you hate me, but the fact is that I know dragons and what tell you about them you have to pay attention to and trust"

"Fine"

He smiled "good......because I'm not going to repeat anything more then twice".

"Sans just get on with it" Frisk said.

Sans said nothing. He leant against a nearby tree and stared off into the forest. He snapped his fingers "Right Ginger get behind that tree over there" he pointed at one "get there and stay there.... Watch and learn"