Reckoning Tale-An Undertale Fanfiction Novel

Chapter 68: We're All Very Close

Fun level 73 18 Years and a Month Wish Granted:

"I'm tellin' ya, Ladykid." Sans gestured to the suitor beside him as he continued to speak to her in human. "This guy redefines the word charming. I'd say marry Doggo before him."

"Sans," Princess Frisk corrected him. "Are you sure you aren't saying that just because he said he was only vegetarian and refused to eat near anyone that didn't?"

"Parts," Sans said. "Parts. Big parts. You want to marry somebody that'll never let you taste Grillby's again? That's just wrong. At least an option. A good prince would at least have an option, know what I mean?"

After they arrived back home at the Ruins, Toriel came out and greeted them.

"Any luck?" she asked.

Frisk and Sans both shook their head.

"At this rate, my job is secured for a long time, Princess Frisk," Sans joked. "I'll see ya in the morning." He gave a firm wave goodbye and headed off for home.

As he reached his front door though, he saw . . . himself?

"There you are," *his other self said. "I need to know where King Sans Paradise is. It could help save Frisk. Please?"

Sans just stared at him.

"I'm from another dimension," the Sans said. "One where lives are on the line. I need to know! Do you know a place where humans can't reach monsters?"

Uh? Sans touched his bony chin. "Here?"

"No, I mean, on the surface. Where are you in the timeline? You know Frisk?"

What? "Princess Frisk?"

"Oh. I know where you are." Sans gestured above them. "You aren't eighteen years in the past. People are controlling you to believe that. If you go back to the hole, it's there. Frisk's life is up there, everything is there. Look," Sans warned him. "I can't waste any juice. Teleport us to where the hole is, and I will show you what I mean."

This him was trippy. Still, Sans teleported him and his other dimensional self to the hole where he first discovered a way to get to Frisk. What was the other him expecting though?

"Okay, now, take us to Frisk's house," the other Sans commanded. "You'll see what I mean. Then we'll say I helped you, and you can find a way to help me?"

"It doesn't exist." Still, Sans teleported his other self to where Frisk's home would stand in eighteen years. He gestured far away. "Head up a few meters that way and you'll see some construction of what would be Princess Frisk's community. I guess it's running a little behind the times. I don't expect everything to be the exact same though."

"What?" The other Sans looked back at him. "You mean?"

"We were taken several years back into the past," he said. "Frisk has been raised Underground. I don't know where you're from, or what you are talking about, but I've had a long day dealing with a veggie suitor who I've been trying to keep Frisk from dating again. Because he just ruins my mealtime." Sans sniffed. "Are we done? Are you going to disappear to wherever?"

"Amanda's wish worked."

"Looks that way?" Sans was getting tired of it. "Look, having fun with another me could be loads of fun. Imagine the possibilities of tricks we could play with others?" he chuckled. "But, not right now other me. It's late. I need to go to bed."

"Frisk is dying," the Sans said. Underneath his light guiders, his cheek bones were wet. "I need help. I need to find a way to save her."

Oh. Ouch. Kay. This Sans, he was hurting. Bad. "I don't know how to help," he told him. "Gaster's been dead for a long time."