Undertamer (Frisk x Sans)

Chapter 24

Heyo! Got a nice long chapter for you guys. Please excuse any bad grammar. I've been useing a speech-to-text program to help me write faster.

It had been about 3 days since there first meeting. They had met up since the first meeting, but it mainly had been discussing the details of this 'secret relationship'.

Frisk really had seemed to bite off a lot more than she could chew with this one.
Sans talked her through some very basic techniques and explained the very low level things that he was going to try and teach her.
Even those things wouldn't guarantee she would make it out without a scratch.
She was nervous and quite angry at the fact that he overshadowed her in this medium. He was clearly very very skilled and he definitely knew stuff.

Today he had told her that he was going to show her some more hands-on stuff with a real dragon. It was a relatively cold night, so, like before, she wore her long coat instead of her jacket.
Flowey, She had left in her dorm room sleeping. He had Temmie curled around him for warmth. Just like normal. She left with left a note for Papyrus and mettaton, writing some excuse, and headed out into the courtyard.

She walked carefully and in silence for a while. If she got caught out at this time she would be in trouble. Gaster did not excuse students being out of dorms after curfew. It was fine for them to be awake, as long as they were quiet, but they had to stay in their rooms.

But now she was out of her room.
Once again she was on her way to meet Sans.

As always he was waiting at the gate. His hood was up, his face was down and his hands were in his pockets.

"Took you long enough" he said apon seeing her. He smiled slightly, though he looked exhausted.

"what's the plan tonight Bonehead?" Frisk said, doing he hair up into the ponytail.

Sans opened the gate and gestured for her to follow him.
"I'm pretty sure you should remember what I told you yesterday Ginger" he said,
"today day we're going to try and find a real wild dragon; see whether or not that tiny brain of yours has remembered any of the information I've told you"

Frisk rolled her eyes.
"At least I actually have a brain" she said, knocking her knuckle against his skull.

"Oi" Sans replyed, playfully knocking her hand away with his.

Frisk let out a laugh and continued to follow him.

As before, Sans lead Frisk into the forest.

As before they walked in silence. There was some sort of unspoken tension between the two. The Forest was dark and damp. The floor wasn't muddy, but it made a slight squelch under foot.

Sans stopped.

He put his arm in front of Frisk to stop her. His eyelights were locked on the floor.
He nelt down and pushed his boney fingers into the earth. He trased his hand over the surface.

"There" he said, pointing to the floor "tracks".

Squinting her eyes, Frisk could make out a set of shapes printed into the floor.

"Still wet" he said "they seem to be fresh"

"What kind of dragon made those then?" Frisk asked.

Sans looked up at her "The hell if I know, it's just a foot print not a photograph"

Frisk rolled her eyes "so much for the dragon expert" she muttered.

Gritting his teeth Sans stood up again.
"well maybe you can try looking at it closely"