A/n: Make sure to ready these songs: “All of Me by John Legend” and “A Thousand Years by Christina Perri”. I’m gonna have to use my author powers to insert them here in this chapter. And yes, expect this book to have more of these singing scenes, but if you wanna skip these ‘cringey’ scenes, it’s fine by me. Don’t say I didn’t warn you if you suddenly jump out of the window and shout “They’re soo cute together, I wanna die!” Anyways, back to the story.
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“Honey, come on, I don’t need anything! Just let me walk by myself.” he shrugged, but giving Frisk a reassuring smile. After the whole previous ‘incident’, things got a little wobbly for Sans. Even though Frisk was the one who blacked out earlier, she still looked fine, in one piece. Sans, on the other hand, seemed weak, wobbling as he walked beside the human, Frisk as his support.
‘Clearly, you don’t. Did you exert too much energy?’ her voice echoed in his mind, full of worry. The skeleton shrugged no in reply, causing Frisk to change the possible cause, ‘Was I the one that made you feel soo weak? Did panicking for me really did much things in your body?’ she frowned sadly, making him a bit uneasy, “No! You’re never the cause, Frisk! Don’t apologize to me when you didn’t even do anything. It’s just that, I’m tired and all.” he reassured her, smiling weakly.
The girl didn’t even return the smile, though and instead suggested for him to rest. ‘You didn’t get the chance to nap, did you? I noticed how early you came for me.’ she said softly.
“Yeah.” he replied, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment. Did he really get to her early? Gosh, how could this girl be that smart? ‘Then I’ll have to take you back to your dorm room…’ she started, but was interrupted by the flailing of Sans’ ivory hands, exclaiming “No! I can do this by myself. Teleportation, see?” he objected, as a blue hue escaped from his cheekbones. ‘B-but…’ but before she could finish, he quickly snapped his two fingers and teleported to a dark room.
Take him there? Embarrassing! She’ll discover how his room looked as if a tornado passed by, considering there really was a tornado in his dorm room. He sighed, thinking about the offer. Such kindness.
Glancing back at the dark room, he moved his fingers through the smooth cold wall, and reached to flip the light switch on nearby. Instead of being in his dorm room, he was transported to a different one; the Music Club Chamber. Different instruments were found in that area. Guitars, bass, drums, violin, everything. And at the center of the brightly lit purple painted room, stood a majestic grand piano; his favorite instrument. Whenever he felt down, weak, or just plain bored, he’d go near this chordophone and play out some tune. Like what he’ll be doing now.
He placed his ivory palms on the wooden feature of this piano, feeling its smooth texture, as he sat in front of it, getting ready to play the first key-notes…
*3, 2, 1, play All of Me! *
Before beginning, he played the first notes that could be heard for the song he knew. (We knew)
Then, he sang…
What would I do without your smart mouth?
Drawing me in and you kicking me out,
You’ve got my head spinning,
No kidding,
I can’t pin you down,
What’s going on in that beautiful mind?
I’m on your magical mystery ride,
And I’m so dizzy, don’t know what hit me,
But I’ll be alright…My head’s underwater but I’m breathing fine,
You’re crazy, and I’m out of my mind,‘Cause all of me,
Loves all of you,
Love your curves and all your edges,
All your perfect imperfections,
Give your all to me,
I’ll give my all to you,
You’re my end and my beginning,
Even when I lose I’m winning
‘Cause I give you all of me,
And you give me all of you, ohoh,

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SilentTale [Sans X Frisk] (A Musical Frans Undertale AU)
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