i guess we never really were friends.

"if we're really friends..." he whispered slowly.

frisk tensed up hard, twisting sans' jacket cloth in their hands, toes curling, and shoulders shooting up, there was the smallest, barely decipherable whine they let out of pain.

it lasted a split second before they fell completely limp, being held up by the bones skewering their body and sans' hug, hands falling behind his back.

"...you won't come back."he finished his sentence into the child's ear in a hushed tone, shutting his eyes as he heard the familiar noise of their soul shattering into the air.