Her (A Frisk X Sans story)

2) This is only the beginning of a consequence

After she's left, I feel like I've spent my entire lifetime in my own room. I refused to see other people, especially when I'm in this state. This fragile, weak and pessimistic state. I'll appear as if I'm an easy target.

Ever since that incident, I kept chugging down ketchup and just ketchup. I received a lot of phone calls, but I never picked up. There's just Papyrus and Toriel. Everyone was busy with themselves. I couldn't care any less.

I feel like I'm being pulled back by the strings and controllers of misery whenever I want to go out. I haven't heard about how Frisk was doing ever since.

It just feels...

off.

I don't feel comfortable without her presence.

"Hey Sans, look at the sky. There's a lot of stars today!" Frisk's eyes glimmered as she pointed her fingertip at the bright and sparkly dots hanging in the sky. "I sometimes hope I could be like them, free and... glorious."

I paused for a moment, and laughed.

"Frisk, you're silly," I said as I poked her cheek. "Hey! I'm serious!" She said, flushed. "Of course I know you are," I continued as I pat her head. "You don't need to ask to be one. You're already one of them, you're already good enough."

"..."

Silence.

"Oh- did I say something wrong?!" I said, shooting up. 

"No. You didn't."

"Sans, thank you for accompanying me today. I really felt lonely lately," she giggled as she pecked my cheekbones. "Alright, I'm heading back inside."

I was left frozen with my face all blue as I was holding the spot she pecked me on. I chuckled lowly and hid my face under my hood, shy.

That's all in the past now. I'm just trapped in this ridiculous time loop. The reset button was frail, it was destroyed. She can't go back and mend the holes she made now, she's not able to anymore.

I let my tears slide down my cheekbones as I tried to grin when I thought of her face.

Adorable, nice, warm, cute.

Wait.... no-

3rd person point of view

Frisk was sitting in her cab, waiting to arrive. Guilt and excitement filled her mind, she felt bad for leaving her biological family behind, but wanted to see her own family too. She tried to wipe her tears away knowing how everyone else must've been really sad to see her go...

...especially one person.

She got off and dragged her suitcase as she walked on her usual regular route to her own house. Hours went by until she finally arrived. Nervousness and fear rushed through her own consciousness, blocking any other emotion which was trying to reach out to her.

Frisk took deep breaths, and stepped forward.

She was filled with

DETERMINATION.

She knocked and pressed on the doorbell. Somehow, Frisk immediately shot back from the sudden tension she felt.

No, that wasn't the reason. Instead, she for some reason felt like touching the doorbell was the biggest mistake she's done in her entire life. She began to panic as if she was going to have a panic attack.

Frisk felt really dizzy, fainted and landed on the cold floor, as the last thing she heard was the door opening, a familiar woman's voice screaming and then she blacked out. She laid unconscious for near an entire 5 hours until she woke up.

"W.. Where is this..?" she said, getting up as she placed her right palm on the side of her head. Her skull was banging, telling her to go back to sleep. Her head was aching so much right now, she's confused and scared.

She slammed herself back on the bed and forced herself to go back to sleep.

"Hey, Sans," Frisk said while giggling and with a faint blush across her cheeks.

"What is it?" he asked while chuckling along.

"So!!! Do you!! Promise me! That..!!!! YOUMARRYMEWHENYOUGROWUP!?!!?!?" She said, flushed as her cheeks turned completely apple red out of embarrassment.

"..." Sans kept silent and clutched her close.

"A promise is a promise it is," he said while his cheeks were faint baby blue. "Even though I don't like making promises... since it's you, Frisk, I'll do as you ask." He said while pecking her cheek making her blush more.

"GACK!" she screamed as she woke up while sweating really hard, her face pale and her breathing pressured. She clutched her chest as she slowly progressed to calm down.

"Did I ever even ask that once in my life..? I couldn't have... I don't remember anything about it.." she asked herself as tears rolled down while she clenched her chest and teeth tightly together.

"Damn it... I shouldn't have came back here. Now that I think of it, I really messed up, huh..? I'm really the idiot Flowey called me," Frisk admitted to herself, straining as she cried into the dully white blanket that was covering her own legs.

She's frail right now.

And so is Sans.

However, this is only the beginning of a consequence.

[Word count: 804 words]