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

C13: My Voice Out

A/n: I know, it’s kinda late, yes. I’ve been pretty busy lately because of the rush we’re having in class. As you can see, there is only a week left before our last semester ends, and I’m very excited. This practically means, ladies and gentlemen that before closing, I will be a little less active on wattpad starting today until the school year ends. So be patient til the last my young pinksters, I will be back, don’t ya all worry, ok?

Stay patient, stay strong, stay determined! (Our TPC Motto! Remember this guyz!)

Love ya all, and enjoy this compensation chapter…

Also, please prepare this song: “Reflection by Christina Aguilera”

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Did we mention how the human girl loved Sound?

Yes, it seems that there is a possible way for her to voice out, for everybody to hear the unusually soft sound that they knew nothing about. And this microphone that the yellow lizard is handing might be the key to do just that. On one condition, however. They could hear her, understand her, could only voice out… Music. Her singing. She loved sound, but this was the first time, she felt embarrassed by thinking of singing.

“So lemme get this straight. Ya could give Frisk the ability to speak out, I mean, just… Sing, out?” the skeleton asked, clarifying, as Alphys bluntly nodded. “Well I guess this is enough. All we really needed was for her to sing in our club’s audition anyway.”

“MTT C-club? Our s-s-school’s m-music c-club?” stuttered Alphys in disbelief, “B-b-but, it t-takes s-skills to e-e-even g-get in th-there!”

“Oh, ya don’t know yet, Alph, but this girl right here, sounded even better Chara!” he exclaimed proudly. ‘Chara? Chara could sing?’ asked Frisk, shocked. “Yep, she could. She is one of our best members actually. No wonder why you sing so good, you take it from your foster twin, who unusually looks similar to you.” he chuckled, but hit the mark.

Similar? That is odd. The Dreemurrs adopted Frisk to their family only a few days ago, but why does it seem so coincidental that the sisters that were likely to not know much about each other looked alike, like they were meant to be sisters? On the other case, all the goodness that Sans once knew about Chara seemed to drift away, and Frisk looked as if the goodness belonged to her. Is there something he’s been missing?

Shaking off the feeling of suspicion, he looked down to his watch to see the time getting late. “We gotta go if we wanna catch up before the bot even gets his ‘beauty sleep’.” he said, thanking Alphys, and teleported both the human and himself to wherever Metatton is.

“Sans, darling! What are you doing here so late at night? Is Papyrus looking for me? ~” a metallic voice echoed in the room they teleported to. They teleported to a bedroom. Metatton’s bedroom. His pink and black modern themed chamber was lit by lanterns and dazzling spotlights. You could see a shelf filled with various awards and trophies for entertainment. The android was after all the soul star of the Underground. The skeleton growled after spotting a picture frame of Papyrus on his pink dresser, which he nervously hid in one of the drawers.

“No, and he’ll never will!” barked Sans, looking very annoyed, which scared the robot a bit. Trying to avoid the skeleton’s hostile gaze, his gaze fell on the human behind him, who hid shyly. He motioned at the cowering girl, observing her from head-to-toe. “And who might you be? ~” he asked flirtatiously, his eyes filled with wonder.

“She’s Frisk.” shrugged Sans, moving her behind him, “And she’d like to audition for our club.”

“Frisk? Darling, you look absolutely gorgeous! ~” he grinned mischievously, which made the girl blush slightly. The skeleton noticed this, and he clearly didn’t like it, so yelled, “What do ya think ya’re doin’?”