Hiding (Undertale frans story)

Drunk Confessions

Frisk POV: 

     Undyne brings me a cup of water, and another bowl, no longer covered in puke. "Don't tell Ma about this!" I say, taking a sip of the water. She sighs, sitting down at the edge of the bed. "You're my bestest friend, so don't." She chuckles lightly. "I think I'm gonna call Sans to come take care of you."  My eyes go wide and I spill the water on myself for the 3rd time since we arrived at Undyne's house. "Nooooo." She frowns as she grabs the now empty cup from me.

      "Frisk, I've got to leave you with someone. I'm sorry, but I have to get some sleep before tomorrow- I have to be at the station early. And I have to beat up Henry." I turn as I puke once again into the bowl beside me. I wipe my mouth and lay down on the bed again. "And from the looks of it, your gonna need someone to look after you all night." I roll my eyes and hug a pillow close to me. "Who do you want to watch you?"

       I let out a frustrated growl. "I'm not a kid! I can look after myself!" I say, as I point to the kitchen. "Want more water. Please." She got up and headed to the kitchen with my empty glass. I stare at the wall. She took away my phone, claiming that sober me would thank her. I cleared my throat and thought of Henry. I thought that someone my actually like me...  like me for me. Around everyone else... I'm not myself. I sniffle, blaming the unwanted emotions on the alcohol. "Oh no- are we being emotional again?" Undyne comes into the room, giving me the glass again.

          It's weird to see Undyne like this- she's usually the really tough one, but now she seems more soft. "Sans is on his way." I laugh. "How did manage to get him to answer? Wasn't he sleeping?" I'm slurring on my words, and my emotions are all over the place. "I don't know, he answered right away the first time I called." "I was already awake." Undyne jumps but soon realizes that it's just Sans. I grin, exited to see my old friend even though I was dreading seeing him a second before. "Sanssss!" I throw open my arms, offering him a hug.

            He seems more worried then happy to see me. He walks over and puts the back of his hand to my head. "Why is she flushed?" He questions, turning to Undyne. I giggle. "She didn't tell you?! Well, I drank a magic potion." I snorted, which caused Undyne to do a facepalm. "She's drunk. I just need you to take care of her. Nobody hurt her, and I'll explain in the morning" Undyne waves, and Sans rolls his eyes and teleports us to his bed, just the way we were sitting in the bed before.

              "What the hell..." Sans mumbles before I hug his torso. "I missed you! I knew I shouldn't have gone with Harry." Sans whips his head around to face me. "Who's Harry? What did he do to you?" I frown. "Who's Harry? His name is Henry." Sans sits on the bed and hugs me back. "Tell me what happened." I grin and take a big gulp of my water before beginning.

               "Once upon a time, there was a handsome guy named Henry, who invited a ugly girl to date him. Her name was Frisk." Sans flinched. "Ugly? I don't think your ugly." I let go of him. "Well I do! Let's go on. She wore her pretty dress, they went to a musty old bar. And here's the crazy part- It wasn't Grillby's!" I do jazz hands to add effect, which Sans laughs at. I continue. "Then, he says, 'Your a wimp! You won't drink these!' But I did! Then, I got a margarita. And more shots." Sans' facial expression changes into a more sad look.

              "Then, he takes me into his house. And he gives me a kiss." I lean over, and give Sans a gentle kiss on the cheek. "Just like that. Except for it was here!" I smile, and point to my mouth. Sans' face heats up into a soft blue. "Then, he took me to his bed. But I said I didn't want to, and then I left." I looked away, sadly. "I wish he didn't want me that way, Sans. I wish he had liked me." Sans grabs my face lightly, and turns my face toward him. "That piece of trash didn't deserve you anyway. He deserves to rot in hell." I shudder, and hug myself.

               "Don't say that, Sans." I whisper, not wanting to think of the genocide route ever again. His eyes go wide and his hands fall to his sides. "Oh, yeah... kinda forgot about that." I give him a huge hug, which catches him off guard. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... every day, it kills me I could do something so horrible. I hope you know, I'm paying the price. Every day is like a living hell for me, I just wish it could all end. I wish I would just die. I should've died when I fell down there, on that fated day. I hate myself." I say, my voice quivering and trembling.

                   Sans hugs me back. "Frisk... don't you dare every say that again. We all love you, very much, and you know I've moved past that." I swallow, and let out a shuddery breath, clinging on tightly to Sans. "I'm tired." I mumble. Sans responds with a nod and covers me in the covers. I yawn, and close my eyes. What an exhausting day.

Sans POV:

     I stroke a piece of hair out of Frisk's face. She looks so peaceful while sleeping, so content. I just wish I could do more for her. I stand, and walk out of the room to get something from the kitchen. It kills me that I let her go with that guy. I had the chance to stop her, to not let that guy lay his hands on her. Yet I watched her go. I watched her walk out of the door, and away from me. 'I hate myself.' those words replayed in my head, making me sick.

        How could someone as perfect as her, want to die? I know it wasn't her. It was her who mercilessly killed all of those monsters. Who killed my brother. I open the fridge, trying to calm myself. Hmmm... spaghetti, spaghetti, spaghetti... not much to eat. I close the fridge door and head back upstairs. I lay down in the bed, beside Frisk. I stare at the ceiling.

     There's gotta be a way for me to help Frisk... what if Chara has something to do with the way that Frisk feels? I think I remember Alphys talking about a way to get her out of Frisk's head. I'll have to talk to her about it tomorrow. I close my eyes, and descend into a deep slumber.