Hiding (Undertale frans story)

So Sorry

Frisk POV:

          I felt so weak, from everything I suppose. I walked out of my room and almost crumbled to the floor. I used the wall to walk until I was close enough to grip the railing of the stairs. I walked down carefully, taking it one step at a time. Once I had finally got to the bottom, I weakly smiled, proud of myself for doing that so 'easily'. But once I let go of the railing, I fell down face first. The loud smack attracted the attention of everyone from the other room. "Frisk?" I crawled to the couch as quickly as I could. "I'm okay!" I said, my voice cracked and sore. I crawled up onto the couch, huffing.

            Toriel sits besides me and pretends she didn't see me fall to the floor. She hands me a mug of tea, to which I gratefully accept. Everybody else comes out of the kitchen one at a time, and takes a seat at various locations in the living room. "Where's Papyrus?" I manage to croak out. "He was asleep, and Sans didn't want to have to wake him. Or worry him." Toriel explains, still seeming a bit disappointed in me for trying to run away. I take a deep breath, and try to focus on the ticking of the clock. Anxiety threatens to consume me once again. Are they mad at me? What are they going to do? Do they not want me anymore? Oh, please don't leave me. Don't leave me like she did.... just don't....   My breathing hitches, and I began to shake.

            "I'm tired." I say, standing up quickly. I get a sudden surge of strength and rush to my room. I shut and lock the door and start to pace around. "Not in front of them.... not in front of them..." I had somehow managed to hide my darkness, my anxiety, and sadness from everybody for much longer then I had anticipated. I take a shaky breath and begin the hear the rattling of my doorknob. "No, no, no, no, no." The rattling turns to banging and yells of worry. Suddenly it all stops, and I can hear the muffled sound of someone speaking. I retreat to a corner of my room and began to beg for them to leave. "Just leave, you d-don't need to see me like this!" My voice is high pitched and breaking.

            "Kid, could you let me in?" I say nothing but let out a whimper, and scoot closer to the corner. "We're worried about you. If you don't let me in, I'm gonna have to teleport." The thought of anyone seeing me like this... especially Sans scares me to death. I begin to violently sob and crawl under my bed. "I'm coming in, Frisk." I cover my mouth, as I begin to feel nauseous. "Frisk? Frisk where are you?" I let out a choked sob. Sans' head peaks out from the top of the bed. "Come here." I stay put, hiding my face with my hair. "Are you.... crying?" He lets out a sigh. "'Frisk, please come here." His voice sounded more desperate now, and not so much demanding.

                "I'm okay." I whimper, hoping that he'll just leave me alone. He seems to realize that I'm not coming out anytime soon, and begins to crawl under the bed. Once he reaches me, he hugs me. I bite my lip, trying to hold back my tears and stay composed. "Just let it all out kid." And that's when I broke. I sobbed into his shoulder, as he stayed silent. I just couldn't understand him. I couldn't understand why he would ever accept someone like me. Someone that once murdered everyone he loved. I know that I could never forgive someone if they'd done something like I did. I hugged him tighter, realizing how much he meant to me. I also realized how he made me feel calm. He made me feel at peace.

                    My breathing slowed, and I gradually stopped crying. He didn't let go though, he still held me in his arms. I took a deep breath and looked up at him. "I think I'm okay now." He smiled slightly and gestured toward the edge of the bed. I suddenly panicked again. "They can't see me like this." I said, whipping my head around to face him. "Sans, you don't understand, they can't see me like this." He frowned slightly. "But why not? I mean, It's normal to cry. Monsters do it too, you know." I shook my head violently. "No, Sans." He just shook his head. I crawled out from under the bed, Sans following out from behind me. "It's okay, Frisk. You can just explained to them what happened." I stepped away from him. "I'm not going out there."

                      I say, my voice breaking at the end. He rubbed his skull. "If that's what you really want, I'll tell them you fell asleep." I let out a breath of relief. I sat on the bed, waiting for Sans to leave. "Oh no, we still haven't covered one thing." He says, sitting next to me. "What?" I say, confused.  "You running away. Frisk, that's not just something that we can just forget about." He raised an... eyebrow? I shook my head as an excuse for time to think up a lie. What he doesn't know can't hurt him. "I was delusional from the fever. I think I still am, actually. Especially since I was balling my eyes out just a second ago." I try to laugh it off, but Sans seems to know I'm lying.

                     "We made a promise, Frisk." You could tell that it hurt him, me lying to his face. But somethings, there's things that he just doesn't need to know. I put my hand on his cheek. "Yes, yes we did. And I intend on keeping that promise." It pained me to lie to him, but it was for the better. Or so I thought. His cheeks flushed a light blue, and he put his bony hand on top of mine. "Sorry for doubting you, kid." I forced a smile. He then stood up and winked at me. "I think it's time that you go to sleep. You've been up all night, haven't you?" I chuckled lightly. "Yeah... thank you, Sans." He smiled wide. "Anytime, sweet cheeks." He left the room and I leaned back into my bed. I closed my eyes as silent tears fell down my cheeks. "I'm so sorry, Sans."