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

C14: Grillby's

A/n: Heyya, pinksterz!💕

So yeah, I’m still alive, really fine. Our classes are moved to next week, which means three things. One, our classes are not yet finished, we still have to take the final examination, then it’s vacation! Two, I’ll have a bit of time updating, so yay. And three, that freakin’ coronavirus is still there, so we should stay determined if we wanna survive this pandemic! So you might wanna wash your hands first before reading this… Who am I kidding? You’re reading with an electronic device! But still, just to be safe… Wash to prevent. ‘Cause our country’s going alert level 2 on this one, so yikes.

Aaand! Since I got this opportunity to finally sneak out of studying for weeks, let’s continue the story, shall we?

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“Hey, Honey. Everything’s gonna be fine, ya don’t have to worry too much about it!” he said, holding her shoulder to reassure her, “I’m sure the club would definitely accept ya. Ya’ve already knock the socks off the whole school with that performance of yours!” he smiled, hoping to calm the now shaking human.

After the whole ‘mini’ performance, Frisk has been a bit nervous just as she stepped down to the backstage. She never expected for the audience to actually like her singing, and singing wasn’t pretty much something she have in mind. She only sung a couple of times back before she fell to the Underground. Never had she planned on continuing it though, until now.

‘You really think so?’ her voice whispering worriedly in his skull.

“Ya are amazing.” the skeleton pointed out, which made her blush a little.

“May I request Ms. Frisk Mercy Dreemurr to please join me on stage? ~” exclaimed a metallic voice, his vocal sound booming through a microphone. The girl faced Sans, quite unsure if she must go. “Go!” he ushered, “And don’tcha worry, I got your spine!” he winked, causing her to giggle as she climbed back up the stage.

“Here she is, dearies! The angel of the stage, Frisk! ~” he announced with utmost energy, that could barely be heard due to the cheering of the audience. She blushed shyly at the sight of them, glancing back at Sans, who gave her a thumbs-up.

“Darling, I got to say. You are actually fantastic! ~” he complimented, as more cheers were heard.

‘Sanstastic.’ she thought slyly, which made the skeleton laugh so hard, as a blue hue formed in his cheekbones. The cheering stopped, and is now replaced with silence, the audience now looking at him with weird faces. He gave out a nervous chuckle at this, the blue color rising up a notch, causing him to try and hide it with his hoodie up. “C-continue…” he muttered lowly, enough for the robot to hear.

“As I was saying, Frisk, you are absolutely fabulous! Well, not as fabulous as me, but very well-done! You’ve proved yourself that you deserved that beauty of yours, but it is time to prove it to all viewers out there. What do you think? Should the MTT Club accept this lovely lady I am with on stage? ~” he asked, arching an eyebrow, his hand stretching out to reach his microphone to the watchers. Instantly, the noises of excitement went exploding, all are squealing with the words;

“YES!”

“Please accept her!”

“She deserves it!”

“Go Frisk!”

“Take me instead!” (What the frick.)

“It’s official then!” Metatton announced, doing a dramatic pose, his metallic finger pointing at her, “Frisk Mercy Dreemurr, I hereby proclaim as the president of our club, that you are an official member of the Dreemurr Academy’s Music Club, MTT! ~”