Hiding (Undertale frans story)

Forgiveness

         Frisk looked at Sans' bony hand for a second before putting her hand in his. She was immediately swept away to Ebbot mountain, the place where monsters regained their freedom. I looked at Sans questioningly. He looked over the town with a content look on his face. "Ebbot mountain?" He turned to me, and his grin seemed to widen. "The view is nice." I chuckled. Sans was never good at describing things. I began to tease him, I mean I had too! "Not too descriptive, are you?"

           He looked at me as if I was talking gibberish. "Whadya mean?" I smiled at him softly. "Well, instead of 'nice' you could have used words like 'amazing', or 'extraordinary', maybe even 'unforgettable'." Sans rolled his 'eyes'. "Well, not all of us are good with words like you are, kid." I smiled. It was true. I used words as an advantage. Just saying the right words could get you amazing places. You could probably conquer the world just by wording your sentences correctly. We sat there awhile, admiring the 'unforgettable'  view. Finally, Sans cleared his throat (Wait, how does he even have a throat? He's a skeleton, isn't he?) and he got to asking questions. More questions. "Let's start with Chara. Did she do the genocide run?" Chara's evil smile popped into my head, and then I remembered how angry she had been in our last discussion. "We'll continue this later. Frisk." Her words repeated in my mind, making me shiver. She was already mad, what would she even do if I made her more mad?

            "Well, partly." I said slowly, carefully. Sans took a deep breath and pushed on. "What do you mean by that?" I shifted, and walked towards the edge of the mountain. I sat by the edge, and took a deep breath. "The air is so fresh up here. Have you ever noticed that?" I know, I'm stalling but I just needed a moment to think "Hey, Frisky, let's think on things. Was it really MY idea to do the genocide run? Who started it, partner?" I cringed. Just shut up Chara. "You're not going to lie to him, are you? I thought you were better then that, partner." I'm not going to lie to anyone, Chara. I'm just trying to find a way to tell him. I didn't even realize Sans sat down beside me. "I started it. Out of curiosity. After Toriel, Chara took the lead." My head started to pound. "Wrong choice, partner. I was just finishing the job. Why are you making me look bad, huh?"

             I winced. My head started to hurt, a pain similar to someone chopping your head up. Or at least I thought so. Why are you doing this to me, Chara? "Kid, it's in the past. I know you won't reset again, so I think it's best we just forgive and forget." I shook my head, barley even listening to what he was saying. "Now, why don't you tell me why you tried to commit suicide?" My body became tense. Just the thought of my new friends, no, my new FAMILY finding out about my past was enough to make me sick. Or maybe it was just Chara pounding my head. "It's in the past. I'm not like that anymore." He gave me a look, and started to state reasons why I should tell him.

            "Kiddo, it's not good to keep things inside. You know I'm here for you. We're all here for you." He looked at me to see my response. "Chara, I get it, I made the wrong choice. It won't happen again, okay? Just stop the pain, I beg you." I tried to whisper as I spoke to Chara, but I ended up failing miserably. "Kid? What's going on? Is it her? Is it Chara?" I tried to fight it back, I really did. But Chara took over again. "You ask too many questions, comedian." My voice was low, and dark. Or should I say, Chara's voice.

          She laughed, but I stepped in before she could do anything too serious. It took a lot of DETERMINATION, but I was able to take control again. I looked at Sans, expecting him to start yelling at me, or to just teleport away. He was always so unpredictable, and I hated it. But instead, he looked at me for a second, then hugged me. He hugged me. I didn't know what to say, or do, I thought he would hate me. "Sans, I'm so sorry. I'm trying my best, I really am." My voice cracked a little bit at the end of my sentence but I didn't care. I was about to try and explain myself more, but instead I just found myself embracing the moment. Embracing the hug. Embracing Sans' forgiveness.