Reckoning Tale-An Undertale Fanfiction Novel

Chapter 74: Risk of Frisk

Fun Level 74: Original Sans and Frisk

Marty came back with a struggling Frisk, trying to hold her crown. “Sans!” She cried out.

Queen Frisk. His King Self was probably shittin’ a brick right now. That self could even find his way back to Sans, but there was no time to think about the choice. Frisk was dying. Her red was almost completely gone.

Sans moved Frisk over slightly toward the Queen Frisk. “Uh, hey there? Remember how you helped once? We need help again?”

The queen looked hesitant, but even she couldn’t miss what was happening in the soul. When Marty let her go, she didn’t take off. “This version of me is dying. What do you need of me?”

“Just, help make this one a little bit better?” As he pushed Frisk’s arms toward her, they went into her. The other Frisk looked a little freaked, but Sans kept pushing.

A light started to consume them.

When the light left, it was just Frisk in Sans’ arms.

He checked her soul.

"It worked!” Papyrus said. “Look at that. It’s all red again, Sans. Only the outskirts are grey and purple.”

“Yeah.” Marty was right, the soul could be more dense. “She can hang onto that a little longer,” Sans insisted. He looked back down at Frisk. “Wait a few minutes.” Her soul, when it started to reject, the change was seen fast.

But, there was no more changes. “You're okay now,” he said to her. “I think.”

Frisk opened her eyes . . . and smacked him unexpectedly on the skull, causing him to drop her.

“Okay, kinda quick. Shoulda expected that,” Sans said as he touched his chin bone. Decent right hook. She was doing good. “How you feeling? A little beside yourself?”

“Where am I?” Frisk asked him. “Okay, yes. Um.” She looked down at her clothes. “This isn’t mine.”

Different mind, having to get used to it. “It's okay,” Sans assured her.

Frisk touched her belly. “This isn’t mine.” Her eyes darted around. “What happened, where did the other me go? The one I was helping? Why am I suddenly pregnant again too?”

Oh. “Come on, Frisk.” Sans moved closer to her, but she batted his bony hand away. “It’s okay. You’re adjusting.”

“Adjusting?” Frisk looked at him. “No. Your light guiders are the same as my Sans. That’s affection in them.” She moved backward more. “You don’t show affection toward me.”

“She didn’t have much soul left,” Amanda said behind Sans. “Maybe . . . that part of Frisk is gone?”

“No. No.” Sans tried to grab her hand again. “Frisk. Come on, you remember. It’s okay now.”

“Oh, Sans is not going to like this.” Frisk looked around in both directions. “I want to go back home. Now.”

“You are home,” Amanda said. “You were a multiple, and you’ve been squashed back together. Congratulations. Welcome to a new form of hell I guess.”

Frisk blinked a few times, and then seemed to flinch. “68 dimensions. 68. Why is that in my head?”

“She’s there.” His Frisk was in there. Sans reached toward her again. “I’d never hurt you, Frisk. You know that, right? Remember?”

Frisk flinched slightly, and then looked a bit in a daze. “In another time, I was here. I had . . . a brother? We escaped through the dragons sign.”