Bromance Romance ~ sansby fanfiction.

20. A really long chapter that kind of ends the slumber party

"you explain this one, dirty brother killer." Sans said, like a joke, taking a sip of the ketchup.

"Don't call me that!" Frisl pouted. "Besides, why do I have to tell them?"

Sans looked at them, his eye lights only pinpricks in the depths of his eye sockets. "you dragged this on yourself."

Frisk sighed. "Fine." They got confy on the couch, and, with a lot of hand movements, they started the story.

"When I fell into the underground, I came across three 'abylities': save, load, and reset..."

Sans felt a chill go down his spine.
Grillby sat himself on the couch's arm, next to Sans.

"Are you ok?" He whispered to him.
"i'm fine. just... sorry for what the kid is going to tell ya."

"... They all helped me play with time. So, curious as I've been, I've used them to their max potential."

"couldn't have said it better." Sans said, sarcasm in his voice.

Frisk ignored him. "Multiple timelimes, multiple possibilities. I went through each and everyone of them."

Frisk looked at Sans.
"what? now you feel bad? go on, tell your story."

"I killed each, and every, one of you." They looked down at the floor. "multiple times."

"E-even me?" Alphys asked.
"Yes." Not all the time, like the others, but Frisk had a few runs when they killed Alphys.
"You beat me, nerd?" Undyne asked too.

"Yeah, it took a lot though."

"You tried to kill me, human?" Papyrus also asked

"and succeeded" Sans commented, more interested in the bottle of ketchup than the conversation by now.

"I got Grillby omce or twice, too. God, you fight good."

Grillby didn't know how to feel about that comment. He felt good that he was a challenge for Frisk. But the idea of beeing killed was scary to think about. More so because Frisk would have been the one to kill him.

Frisk looked at Sans again. "I can tell them your job now, right? We aren't in the underground anymore."

"yup." Sans said, drinking from his ketchup bottle.

"Ok so this bitch-."

"ok, kid, the language." He shot them a death glare.

Frisk rolled their eyes. "He was the judge, like, the King made him his royal judge..."

Undyne and Papyrus both looked astonished. Frisk expected them to crack a few jokes, but they were actually happy Sans found a job to suit him.

"So every time I got to the castle, I would meet him in the Last Corridor. He'd be waiting for me, to evaluate my LV. and HP..."

"and your actions, kid. those are the ones that matter most."

"Yeah, and my actions. And when my actions where bad, he would fight me. You know, so I don't get to the king and kill him, too."

Frisk paused, taking in the other's surprised faces.

"Don't get me wrong, you guys killed me lots of times. But Sans... It took me like 50 resets just to get past the first attack. So yeah, that's it."

"Yeah, ok." Papyrus said. "But, that doesn't explain where you learned to fight like that. And you only have one hp, how did Frisk not kill you?"

Sans didn't seem bothered by the questions. "magic."