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Feeling the tense heating up, Sans felt a need to get out of this situation, so, he stepped a feet back and—
Frisk immediately catched his Hand mid-air, staring back at her, she looked even more serious than before
“No… I know you don’t like to get out of your comfort zone… however…”
Frisk got a bit closer, a feet away for their torsos to touch each other.
“Face me… for once, I really need to hear your response”
Even though Frisk says this as if she will respect the outcome either way, Sans knows it better than anyone that she would load thousands, million times to get her ideal “perfect” ending.
However, Sans was aware of the loads, so there was no point on doing it
Acknowledging it, Sans took a deep breath as a hope that he doesn’t came across Frisk’s insisting side, he starts to speak as kindly as he possibly could
“Kid, I was not aware of your feelings so far, if any my skull is still processing the situation, nevertheless…”
Sans gives Frisk a apologetic glance and sulks his face, showing off Frisk that this is not possible at all. And then continues
“I can’t accept this, Sorry kid, I appreciate it, though”
This conservation wasn’t for Sans at all, and he never see himself talking in such a manner but here he was, so out of character of him.
Feeling at ease a bit to give off his thoughts, Sans looks up at Frisk.
Which, she says nothing and looks away, eyes looking rather desperate and filled with visible sadness.
Sans not wanting to dwell deeper into this, tries to excuse himself, turning down Frisk whom has a sad expression on her, her eyes slightly watery, Sans feels bad for her, but this is not something Sans can deal with currently, so he wears his shoes aback, and tries to stand up, removing Frisk’s hands from his arm by slightly uppering his shoulder, then when he finally stands up—
…however again, Frisk’s just tightens her grip on Sans’s arm, Sans feeling rather threatened, glances at Frisk to show his uneasiness at the moment, however looking at Frisk now, her sad face is almost replaced with a angry one, hands pressuring on Sans arms as if they are going to break it, eyes darting at him as if they are completely out of any sense of logic… Sans even though know he can just teleport out, he knows its useless, so he just sighs and decides to hear out, for a while.
Frisk this time looks deeply at Sans, and comes closer… uneasily closer, as much as their torsos are only a few cantimeters away from each others. And Frisk starts to mutter.
“No…”
She says and then starts to bit her lips, her sad face is replaced by rather frustration now…
She starts to breathe heavily, and as her breathes gets more often, and her fingers put on more pressure on Sans arms. She finally shouts.
“Why! Why?! Why is it always you get to be happy but I silently sit here ! As if, as if my feelings doesn’t matter, as if, I must be okay with whatever is given to me, at all times, no complains, nothing, just be okay with it?!”
Sans suddenly feels shocked by Frisk’s unexpected response to this situation, did she really feel this way all this time? All this years was… no, she is not entirely wrong, Frisk was known for her adapting nature, she would generally be fine with everything to the point that almost nobody asks her if she is okay or not.
Thinking through Sans opens his mouth to speak—
However, before he can mutter a work, Frisk covers his mouth with her hand, and then looks at him with deadly eyes
“One wish… i did all I can do to fulfill monsterkinds wishes now… all I ask for is, one wish. And I don’t need to know your answer for it…”
“Be mine… Sans, that is all I ask for, I’ll make you comfortable, I’ll give you everything!”
“… in exchange, give me your love, I’ll give you everything, anything, any desire that you want, anything you want to see, i will make it real… just, be mine in return”
Nervously, Sans shook off the realization they really ought to say something. But he was just struggling to find the ideal thing to say. He paused, not wanting to infuriate Frisk given her authority over their independence—despite the fact that it was unjustified.
Then a thought struck to Sans. Shouldn't Frisk honor his choices if they were really friends? He sighed in exhaustion, squared his shoulders, and turned to face Frisk. Her eyes seemed empty, with an indiscernible melancholy undertone. Her mouth's curls depicted grief as it seemed to drown in gloom. Her eyes were lifeless, her head tilted slightly like she was analyzing all of the possibilities, silently waiting for the response she had never intended to delay it this long before.
Finally, after god knows how long, Sans broke the silence with a silent exhale.
"Kid, see here, thanks a bunch for your interest in me, 'kay? I really appreciate it, nevertheless... You see, I am unable to feel the same way. Ever since you fell off on the Underground, I didn't see you as an interest; so..."
"Sorry, kid."
Sans sighed with relief as he was done speaking, and his eyes questionedly flicked to Frisk.
Frisk's expression remained as expressionless as previously, with her eyes averting Sans's look.
With a look of dissatisfaction and disappointment on her face, Frisk looked around the party one more time, like a detective studying the murder scene for no purpose at all. After closing her eyes for a short while, she played with her fingers, putting them together and averting her eyes until they eventually gave in. Afterward, she gazed at Sans, who was left speechless by what he had said.
Frisk noticeably hid her eyes away and furrowed her brow in a moment of slight irritation, nevertheleess. She then turned her head slightly back, then lightly said,
"Hey, Sans."
At last, free to move on and perhaps finish this already, Sans nodded a little, waiting for further words.
"You know... Sans, I didn't free Monsterkind because I believed they should be free or whatever."
Sans hesitated a little, confusingly. But before he could say anything, Frisk fixed her gaze on Sans and drew a serious line with her eyebrows, making him stay mute until she was done speaking. Unspoken as it was, Sans understood the hint, which Frisk just continued.
"It was because I wanted you to be happy. If you were happy, I thought you'd love me, and I believed we would be... something."
Frisk sighed.
"...more."
Frisk repositioned herself slightly far away from Sans and continued.
"You see, since I've lost reason to keep Monsterkind here..."
Sans, upon hearing the sentence, shook in confusion, yet finally his fears were turning off, Frisk eyesockets got slightly wider as he attempts to speak:
However Frisk suddenly strikes a cold stare, Showing off to Sans that he should know to listen better.
Lost in the flow, Sans begins to consider a way out of this. Unfortunately, Frisk broke off Sans's thoughts, ignoring his reaction and saying in a numbing voice
"So, what do you suggest me to do, Sans?"
She remarked with a sarcastic sneer.
Oh geez, Sans really did pick up on the hint just great
She is essentially saying that he is powerless, belittling him clearly
But Sans is not at all like this. Still, why would he compel himself to remain with her? It sounds just very dumb as well.
Anticipating that this would certainly be an extended conservation, Sans turned to look at Frisk with a tired gaze and began to speak softly since there was no option left at the table.
"Kid, look--"
Frisk, however, quickly leaned over to Sans and just used her hand to firmly seal his mouth, signaling that he was not permitted to speak.
"There is nothing crazy to add, a simple 'yes' or 'no' will do, Sans."
Say it now: "What will it be? Should I just start anew and discard everything we've done so far?
...or will you finally pay me the price and let my only wish come true?"
Upon receiving such humiliation, Sans eventually had enough. He wasn't a puppet for whatever this kid's unstable mental state was going through, but he was sick of her garbage already.
Which ultimately brought the situation to its true extent. At the moment, Sans rose up and gave Frisk an utterly icy and slightly irritated look.
"Alright kid, enough playing around, whatever the garbage you are spittin', know I ain't gonna play along"
Sans said furiously, Frisk whom give him a slightly confused glance by the 'unexpected' turn of the flow, smirked a bit
"So...This is how it'll be"
Frisk said, and shiftly stood up, immedatily catching Sans's arm and crossing her right leg between his pants, got her face quite a close, at this point their noses were touching each others
Sans who tried to let go of it, was powerless to Frisk's determination, whom knows damn well without Karma, sans was not a huge deal to her, pysically at least
Smirking a bit Frisk sticked her lips into Sans's mouth roughly for a few seconds, then backed off with legs drawing a rather playful dance while doing so, mockingly, which, Frisk drew a knife to her throat. and said playfully
"It seems that being nice doesn't work with you Sans, now is it?, dont worry, next time we meet, you'll be definetly mine, be it forcefully or not"
Cheerfully before Sans had a chance to say anything. Frisk shifted, cut her own throat, and went back where she just belonged.
...
Frisk eventually held onto for the "TRUE RESET" button whilst humming a loud melody and bouncing rhythmically.
"This time, no, last time....."
Frisk's falled into the underground once again, which her fall was smoothened by the golden flowers that split all beneath her.
Frisk grinned and slowly stood up.
"...I won't let my chances slip"
Sans wake up in his room in Snowdin once again, looking around he just saw his socks lying around, the messy room once again welcomes him; nothing much to add onto, So Sans just stands up firmly, and goes to downstairs
Not seeing his brother today as well; as he most likely still is busy with his puzzles, he grins and lazily goes to his spot
After waiting for a while, a door loudly cracking is heard through Sans's patrol, curiously, Sans wanders through the trees to see it;
A human, seemingly with a sweater and a brown shorts, with a few scratches along side her legs and face greets him
The human carefully looks around and proceeds to walk on rather slowly, now that Sans noticed, the human has a pencil set on her left arm, carrying it through so carefully as if her life depends on it.
After She reaches to the bridge, Sans finally grins and decides to play his part
...
Steps gets closer to her, as she stands still in front of the bridge...
...
"Human..."
"Don't you know how to greet a new pal?"
"Turn around, and shake my hand"
The human slowly turns around whilst slowly pressuring to the snow to balance herself, and hides the pencil set behind her, and carefully handshakes Sans with a questioning and searching look in her eyes
Whilst her expression changes to rather a surprised glance as she hears a loud farting sound literally bombing the moment.
As which Sans grins and takes a better look at the human, whom seemingly has no dust on them, neither do she seems like a bad person with those curly hair and a innocent look on her face, Sans sighs and says
"Hehe, the old whopee cushion in the hand trick"
Sans lets out a giggle pretty silently
"It is ALWAYS funny"
The Human whom was a bit surprised at the start, seems a bit relieved now and grins a bit at the low-effort prank sans pretty much pulled just now; which he continues his speech
"Anyway, you are a Human right? That is hilarious"
"I'm Sans, Sans the Skeleton"
~~~~~~~~ time skip ~~~~~~~~~
After Papyrus finally leaves with a leaving the Perfect human shaped lamb behind, Frisk approaches Sans once again, which Sans remarks
"You oughta get goin', He might come back, and if he does..."
Sans grins, and looks away with a wider smile, and winks an eye humorously
"You'll have to sit through more of my hilarious jokes"
The Human giggles at the humor, and somewhy gets a few steps closer, unexpectedly?
And offers a hand, with a smiling gesture seemingly eager to get chit-chat a bit more
"Hi, again, My name is frisk, It was a pretty hilarious moment, you really tickle my funny bone there"
After which, this Human; Frisk, winks again, playfully makes fun of Sans's gesture a while ago, which Sans giggles a bit to it, and Frisk gets going with a smile on her face
After Frisk walks a few more steps through, which Sans suddenly remarks.
"Actually hey, hate to bother ya, but can you do me a favor?"
"My brother's have been a bit down lately, he's never seen a human before, and seeing you might just make his day, don't worry, he is not dangerous, even if he wants to be"
Sans smirks, as which Frisk smiles and confidently walks on.
Even though it feels to Sans that this is This Humans first time here, he can't know why but
That pencil set that she swings in her hands left to right... feels awfully familiar, as so which he calls out for the last time
"Hey"
Which Frisk turns around again, before almost getting going.
"Hate to bother ya again, the pen set in your hands, ya don't even carry a notebook or anything, whats it for?"
Sans remarks confusingly, which, the Humans expression suddenly softens a bit, with a slightly frustrated glance on her cheeks, and softly says
"a person who's very dear to me gave it me as a birthday gift before... i don't want to lose it at all cost"
Frisk said, smiling embarrassedly.
Sans whom guessed that it's something value-able only to her, decides to not investigate further and smirks a bit at the sentence, which the Human keeps walking on her path
But Sans could sworn to his life... that he saw that pencil set before…
