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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Undertale_(Video_Game)
  Relationship:
      Frisk/Sans_(Undertale), Chara/Sans_(Undertale)
  Character:
      Chara_(Undertale), Sans_(Undertale), Frisk_(Undertale), Papyrus_
      (Undertale), Flowey_(Undertale)
  Additional Tags:
      Female_Frisk, Female_Chara, Sans_Remembers_Resets, Sans_Has_Issues, Sans
      Being_An_Asshole, Possessive_Sans, Protective_Sans, Depressed_Sans,
      Dubious_Consent, Rape/Non-con_Elements, POV_Sans, Past_Child_Abuse, Post-
      Undertale_Genocide_Route, Other_Additional_Tags_to_Be_Added, Self-Hatred,
      Angst, POV_Chara, POV_Frisk
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      Published: 2017-10-17 Updated: 2017-12-14 Chapters: 3/? Words: 17339
****** Out Of Sight ******
by BadgerDame
Summary
     Sans never wanted this responsibility, but affording not to care just
     wasn’t an option he could longer take anymore. Not after last time.
     Not after how many monsters had died by the anomalies blade. Not
     after finding Papyrus scarf. Not after his hand being forced to kill
     them again and again, so many times that he lost count. This was
     better than the alternative. Keeping her safe and locked away was
     better for everyone involved.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Guilt wasn’t an emotion that the older of the skeleton brothers was allowed to
feel anymore. Regrets would hinder the actions fate seemed to demand of him.
Yet, as his phalanges touched the door knob to his workshop despite knowing
that he shouldn’t feel shame for what he had done that didn’t seem to stop the
sensation of his sins making his bones feel cold. Sans suppressed a shudder as
he took a deep breath to steady himself. His grip tightened on the paper bag
that contained a few hot dogs from his job in Hotland. He knew he couldn’t
really delay this. No matter how much he really wanted to do so. Each day he
came here just never got any easier for him. It drained him emotionally and
psychically each time. Sometimes it felt like giving up would be the better
option. It’s not like he hasn’t done that before. To just not bother with
anything. Life was somewhat simpler then.
 
Closing his eye sockets he couldn’t help but still see images of his brothers
red scarf laying in the snow. How his brothers dust scattered in the cold
breeze. It may have not happened this timeline, however it didn’t change the
ache that constricted around his soul each time he thought about it. That was
all he needed to keep his resolve up with the task at hand. Without another
thought he opened the door and stepped inside, locking the door behind him and
flicking on the light switch as he did so.
 
Immediately he heard the muffled whimpers coming from across the room which
gave him another pause as he instantly knew which one of the anomalies he’d be
dealing with that morning. Sans gazed around the room, stalling for the little
bit of time that he could. This place used to be his solace from the world a
safe haven from the miserable never changing state of his life and now well it
was as much as a prison it had become for him just as much as it was meant for
his captive.
 
The renovations to turn his workshop into a suitable prison for the anomaly
didn’t take him too long. After all what was really time to someone like him
who had the ability to stop its flow with his magic? A useful trick even if it
exhausted him. When the anomaly couldn’t beat him in the judgement hall and
they reset the timeline the decision regarding their new living spaces was made
for them. Even if it hurt Sans in the process to give up his workshop to do so.
 
Sans never wanted this responsibility, but affording not to care just wasn’t an
option he could longer take anymore. Not after last time. Not after how many
monsters had died by the anomalies blade. Not after finding Papyrus scarf. Not
after his hand being forced to kill them again and again, so many times that he
lost count. This was better than the alternative. Keeping her safe and locked
away was better for everyone involved. With that in mind he made his way over
to the other side of the room. Stopping a few feet away from the curled up form
of the anomaly.
 
She didn’t look up at him, not yet anyways, but he knew that she knew he was
there. Her knees were curled up to her chest as she sat with her back pressed
against the wall. The collar and chain that kept her in place was still around
her neck as her hands were always handcuffed which gave her very limited
movement in her prison.
 
It was better this way. He reminded himself again. A mantra that always played
in his head when he found himself in self-loathing doubt. This way his promise
was kept, this way they couldn’t hurt anyone like last time and this way he had
some control over the resets that plagued his existence. It had to be this way.
 
Perhaps one day, Sans might actually start to believe the excuses he told
himself.
 
Perhaps one day, he wouldn’t hate himself anymore.
 
That day wouldn’t be today.
 
Not when he stood in front of Frisk’s whimpering form.
 
Sans had been doing this long enough to tell which anomaly he was around
without seeing the color of their eyes. When it was Frisk in control she was
more timid, more fearful of being around him. She would allow herself to cry
around him and if he was honest with himself she was the easier one to deal
with. Chara on the other hand was a spiteful brat. Chara would rather curse his
name than ever show any amounts of weakness even if it never fooled him of how
afraid even Chara was. She’d threaten him, fight him over the smallest of
things until he got angry and his left eye would shine blue, but even then she
would try to at least seem somewhat brave.
 
He often found himself being kinder to Frisk than Chara. With Frisk he would at
least to attempt to brighten up their miserable existence with a bad joke or
try to have a conversation with her. Sometimes when Papyrus was off training he
would even teleport Frisk into his room for she could get some much needed
exercise on his treadmill. A small kindness that she always showed her
appreciation for with timid thanks. When he was around Frisk it gave him slight
hope that maybe one day he wouldn’t have to keep her locked up the way that he
did. The feeling never lasted, not when Chara would resurface and sour any
attempts at mercy that he was willing to give.
 
Again if he was honest with himself, Sans knew he could never really let them
go free. Not really. The risk was too high and if they somehow died well she
would just reset and then all of this would have been for nothing. No, he had
to keep them safe and under his watchful eye. A deep fear worried him though as
the time that did pass since all this started was what would happen if she died
of old age? Would all those years of his life moving forward be thrown back in
time once again? It terrified him that the answer was yes and how pointless all
of this really did mean. Here Sans was though, trying to care when all he
wanted to do was nothing like he normally did.
 
What the fuck was he even doing with his life?
 
What the fuck was the point?
 
Why should he even bother anymore?
 
A promise made behind a door so many timelines ago.
 
A lonely red scarf left in the snow as its owners dust scattered away.
 
His brothers dust.
 
Haunting screams as bones pierced the small frame of the kid that he killed
over and over again without a shred of mercy.
 
Blood staining golden tiles and his blue jacket.
 
Filling his soul with LOVE that no amount of resets could ever get rid of.
 
That was the point.
 
That’s why he tried.
 
Sans took a deep breath as he tried to give a friendly grin to the whimpering
anomaly in front of him. His voice even sounded strain to him when he did
finally speak up. “Heya kid, brought you some breakfast.”
 
She only tried to muffle her sobs was the only response he got out of her. His
soul ached at the sound as more guilt threatened to crash over him once again.
Sans had to keep it under control. She didn’t deserve his guilt after all the
things she had done. He couldn’t afford to feel regret at keeping her there.
 
“I’ll be uh,frank with ya kiddo, I think you will relish these up over the
normal spaghetti I bring ya.”  Sans grinned when she lifted her head to look up
at him at the mention of food that wouldn’t be as awful as what she normally
got. Not that his little brother didn’t try his hardest with cooking, it just
wasn’t always very edible and selfishly giving his portions to the anomaly
instead of being forced to eat it himself made his life a bit easier.
 
Frisk still seemed unsure as he offered out the paper bag for her to take. Her
brown eyes glancing back at him and her meal. He could see that she had been
crying for a while as her eyes were puffy. Sans sighed and took a seat in front
of her.
 
“Tell you what, I’ll stay and eat some with you if you want?”
 
They both knew that if she denied to eat then he would magically force her to.
A process neither of them really liked that much. He couldn’t have her dying by
starvation. He couldn’t have her die period. So it was easier this way and Sans
knew how to manipulate Frisk more so than Chara. The girl was so lonely and he
was the only company she ever had. Sans never commented on it, but he often
used it to his advantage when it came to Frisk. He really was a manipulative
bastard when he needed to be.
 
“Okay.” Frisk let out in an almost inaudible whisper.
 
Sans only grinned wider as he took the hot dogs out of the bag and handed one
to her. Wishing only now that he had brought some condiments with him for he
could down some ketchup. Oh well, there was always next time after all. His eye
sockets watched her patiently to eat, but her brown eyes kept his gaze and he
quickly realized that she wasn’t going to until he ate first. Sans could live
with that. Frisk was better behaved anyways that he’d allow her this small
amount of rebellion. They both ate in silence. Neither really knowing what to
say to the other given the circumstances. Not that she really spoke much. She
was often too afraid to upset him. Another thing he was fine with even if it
brought down guilt he’d have to choke down. It’s not like much ever happened in
her day for them to ever have a normal conversation. If anything he mostly told
her about what he was up to and told her things that he couldn’t really tell
anyone else. Sans knew she wouldn’t ever be able to tell anyone what secrets he
would slip out and sometimes he allowed himself to be selfish and indulge
himself in that fact. It brought him a little peace of mind even if there was
still so much he kept to himself.
 
When she finished one of her hot dogs, he motioned down for her to eat another.
That seemed to put her in a bit of a panic he wasn’t entirely sure of the
reasons why. Her brown eyes went wide and she averted her eyes away from him as
if she was contemplating her next words. Sans waited, but all he received for
his trouble was her shaking her head. That annoyed him just a bit. He hated it
when she started to give him the silent treatment.
 
“You should really eat some more.” Sans tried.
 
Another shake of her head.
 
“Come on, they can’t be that bad.” He pressed again. Compared to what she
normally got this should be like a elegant meal for her. Couldn’t she just be a
little bit grateful for his efforts of making this just a little bit easier for
the both of them?
 
Again she shook her head no and now his temper was rising.
 
“Just one more kid?”
 
When she didn’t even respond this time he huffed. Trying to keep his mood in
check. His magic had a tendency to get out of hand when his mood was sour.
 
“Why not?” His voice was colder than he meant to sound, but he just wasn’t in
the mood for any of this and especially not from Frisk.
 
“My.. my...” Frisk shifted in her spot, hugging her knees closer to her chest
in an attempt to hide from him. Which only made him feel like the worse piece
of shit in the world.
 
Sans tried to be patient for her to continue. He really tired, but when she
stopped talking all together he just couldn’t. Perhaps if he wasn’t so damn
tired today, he could have been just a little more patient. He stood up
abruptly which only made her yelp in surprise and start to cry which only
fueled his frustrations more so. He was really trying here despite everything
she had done to his life. She was safe even if she wasn’t happy. No monsters
were going to take her soul. She wasn’t going to die again and again by him
anymore. She wouldn’t be gaining any more LOVE which corrupts the soul. All he
wanted was for her to at least eat more. She was so thin as it was and it just
made him even more aware of all his failures. It probably wasn’t fair to get so
angry over a small detail as her denying more food, but at the same time she
had been fucking with his life for so long now. Reset after reset. Forcing him
to relive the same day over and over again. Forcing him to kill her over and
over again. Forcing him to keep her here against her will.
 
“Spit it out kid!” He growled, her tears just made him feel even worse with
their entire situation. He never wanted any of this. Why couldn’t the anomaly
just have been happy in the first timeline? Why couldn’t the anomaly not have
forced his hand into all of this? Why couldn’t they just get their words out?
Why couldn’t he have just acted sooner instead of letting everything fall apart
the way that it did? Was this really his fault or theirs?
 
It was so much easier to blame her than facing his own sins crawling on his
back every waking moment.
 
“My stomach hurts.” Frisk spoke fast and in a panic at the sight of his left
eye sparking blue.
 
With just three words all his ire that had been building over a long period of
time seeped out of him leaving only bitter exhaustion in its wake. He gave her
a stiff nod as he didn’t trust himself to speak with her just yet. Minutes
passed between them and she wasn’t even looking at him anymore. What started
out as just a nice break from their usual meal had turned into resentment for
them both. Sans closed his eye sockets and let out a heavy breath.
 
“Alright, I’ll save some for you latter,” It was a simple statement, however it
felt even more painful for them both with the meaning behind the words. How
again and again they would be stuck in this same spot with each other. “You
should get some rest. I need to get to work anyways.” He added absentmindedly,
no longer in the mood to be around her. However, before he could leave she
spoke up again.
 
“Sans...” Her voice was shy and held a tinge bit of desperation behind it.
 
Sans didn’t even turn around to look back at her, but did cease his movements
of leaving to at least hear what she had to say.
 
“Need somethin’ kiddo?”
 
Another small statement that held so much weight behind his words. They both
knew that she wouldn’t receive anything in this timeline unless he provided it
for her. That Sans held all the power over her life for as long as she was
under his care. He could give her everything or deny her everything. Sans could
be cruel or kind and as long as the anomaly couldn’t escape from him like he
planned there was absolutely nothing they could do about it. The feeling of
control was intoxicating to him and only Chara ever called him out on it. Frisk
still seemed to believe that he was somewhat of a good monster despite the
circumstances. Frisk was naive. Whatever good part of him died so many
timelines ago that he wasn’t even sure it ever existed within him to begin
with. Having as much control as he did over the anomaly that used time like her
personal plaything was exciting for him. A fact he tried to hide from Frisk as
best he could.
 
“Can you...” Frisk hesitated with her request and he turned to look at her to
offer some encouragement. “If it’s not too much trouble...” she tried again,
stopping shortly to take a deep breath and then asked him, “Could you stay?”
 
The request was just so absurd given their situation and innocent that he
couldn’t help but let out a chuckle which caused her to flinch back a little.
It always amazed him how desperate she was for his company when he was the
reason that she was so isolated for so long to begin with. Perhaps she was
going crazy? Though she was crazy enough to almost commit genocide on all
monster kind before. The laughter died instantly as he felt a flare of his
magic spark at the memory. Brown eyes went wide as tears started to come to the
surface.
 
“You don’t have to. I just... I...” she started to babble until he lifted up a
boney finger to shush her.
 
“Heh, tibia honest with ya kid, I really should be getting to work.” He said
dryly and that just made her let out a pathetic whine that grated on his
nerves.
 
“Please... Sans...” Frisk pleaded with him in a desperate attempt not to be
alone.
 
Sans awkwardly scratched the back of his skull as he contemplated her request.
It’s not like he really took his multiple other jobs that seriously. He only
did them to take care of his brother, but at the same time staying around the
anomaly for longer period of times always made his mood dampen. The lights in
his eye sockets glanced around the room as he tried to think of a better excuse
to leave. Not that he honestly needed one, however when it came to Frisk he
always felt his resolve crumble. A part of him wished he was dealing with Chara
that morning instead as he would have already been gone by now.
 
“There really isn’t much to do in here together.” He commented more to himself.
What Frisk said next, however nearly made him blanch on the spot.
 
“Could you hold me then? Please. Just for a bit..”
 
Sans had never expected such a request in his life to be made of him. At least
not by the anomaly and he had to fight back the urge to short cut away from
room as fast as he could. The lights in his eyes sockets went dark as he took
on her thin form on the ground. She wasn’t looking at him which he was thankful
for in that moment. His mind was still reeling from that request and he wasn’t
so sure if giving her that would be such a good idea for her sake. For her
safety. Safety from him. Having the resets stop for a couple years she had
started to grow up more. Her body not so much of that of a kid anymore. Often
times he found himself late at night having repulsive fantasies regarding the
anomaly. Sans knew he was a disgusting monster for even thinking the things he
did, but it was so hard to care anymore. It never helped with how vulnerable
she always was to his mercy. That he could do whatever he wanted to her and no
one would ever find out. No one could ever stop him. As vile as those images
were Sans always found a way to prevent himself from acting on them. Now, he
found himself much too silent and different scenarios playing through his head.
Only when Frisk looked up at him did he stop and give a fake smile.
 
“I suppose, I could. Just for a bit, kiddo. Then I really need to go.
Understand?” His tone was hopefully stern. Sans wasn’t entirely sure, right
now. Frisk gave him a small smile and that was settled. There was just no
escaping it.
 
Sans sat against the wall next to her and she quickly moved her position to lay
her back against his sternum. He could feel the chain attached to her metal
collar resting against his shoulder, but he paid it no mind. Much to content to
just sit there and bask in the never before hand scenario. Frisk snuggled up
against his blue jacket and whispered out a thank you to him, which he simply
shrugged at. As his phalanges stroked her short brown hair he couldn’t help,
but feel more tempted by his darker urges. It’s not like she could stop him
from taking what he wanted. After all her life was in his hands until she one
day died. Shouldn’t he be rewarded for all the suffering he has had to endure
because of the anomaly? It was just too easy. He could make her do whatever he
wanted and then reward her in some way for good behavior. Perhaps get her used
to the idea if he did it enough times? Frisk wouldn’t even fight back. Sans
knew that. She was the meeker one compared to Chara. Thinking of that dirty
brother killer turned his thoughts from lewd to more violent as his grip
unconsciously tightened against Frisk. Her frame flinched, but Sans payed
little attention to it.
 
His tired eye sockets closed as he tried to control the direction his mind was
running wild with. Reminding himself that he was holding Frisk because she
asked him to. That she wanted a form of affection from him. Not that she had
many options, but still she had wanted him. Sans just couldn’t destroy the
moment being the awful monster that he was. He just couldn’t. She would never
forgive him if he fucked up that badly. His thoughts were wrong anyways. Even
if she had aged a few years compared to him, she was just a kid. She was his
responsibility even if she didn’t like the methods that he made that position
clear. Her breathing went shallower against his chest and he found himself just
listening to her breath. This had to be good enough for him. It just had to be.
Anything else and Sans would just make both of their lives even more miserable.
As time passed he started to nod off as well. Pretending to be better than what
he actually was inside only made him feel more drained and exhausted.
 
 
Crimson splatted against his face and his eye sockets didn’t even blink. His
left eye flamed blue as he just watched her gasp for breath that she wouldn’t
get back until she reloaded again. Brown eyes looked up at him in panic, but he
could see the slight tint of red in them as well. How many times had he killed
her now? Sans was sure he was closing in on a hundred, but he stopped counting
a long time ago. Each time he decided to get more and more brutal in how he
would kill her. Couldn’t she understand that he hated having to do this?
Couldn’t she understand that he wasn’t going to give her any leeway of
succeeding? All he wanted was for the anomaly to reset. To bring his brother
back to him. Or at the very least, just stop coming back all together.
 
“Heh, you really just don’t know when to quit do you?” His tone was cold. All
emotion that he would show her for how this was tearing him apart inside had
died many timelines ago. “I keep trying to tell you it will only get worse each
time you come back here. How much more do I have to do to prove that to you?”
His voice took on a bit of desperation against his will. “Just reset kid.”
 
Tears ran down her face as she tried to hold on to life that was slowly fading
from her broken body. She lost again. They both knew it. Now she would suffer a
slower death this time. It was hard to feel much guilt at the fact that he was
torturing a child. Sans felt ashamed at the beginning when he first had to kill
her, but now it was just growing frustrating. All of this had been her choice.
She could stop this whenever she wanted all she had to do was reset. The
anomaly had done so many times already so why were they so damn determined to
continue this never ending fight between them? Couldn’t they just stop? Did
they enjoy this? Maybe he needed to start enjoying it to if that was the case?
That thought sickened him and he realized what he was becoming the more and
more they played this game. A jagged bone went through her neck a second
latter. His last act of mercy she would receive from him. Sans stared at her
lifeless body as he waited for them to either reset or come back and continue
this. It didn’t surprise him in the least when the world around him shifted
again and the judgment hall was the same as it had always been. When he saw her
approach this time, red eyes shining brightly at him with that smile he had
come to hate so much, he knew that he would be here even longer than he
originally thought.
 
“Can’t dodge me forever, Comedian.” She giggled at him as she raised that knife
of hers.
 
Sans didn’t hesitate with killing her on the spot that round.
 
Heh, I might as well enjoy it then. Not much point not to anymore.
 
Sans skull smacked into the wall hard and his eye sockets opened instantly.
 
“Fuck!” He yelled out in surprise only for the same action to be repeated.
 
His skull felt like it was splitting open and his vision went white. Sans
couldn’t even remember where he was as the agony overcame him. Everything felt
fuzzy as he tried to focus on what the fuck was happening. His left eye blazed
to life with blue magic and next thing he knew he heard a gasp of pain above
him. His breaths came out in rapid succession as he tried to regain his
bearings on the situation. Someone attacked him, but who? The nightmare he just
had didn’t help matters any as he looked around expecting to be in the same
golden colored hallway. Much to his relief he wasn’t. It was just his workshop.
Wait? Sans looked around immediately for the kid when realization dawned on him
and he panicked when he couldn’t see them anywhere in the room.
 
Shit!
 
Fuck!
 
Where the fuck is she?
 
Sans stood up and felt a wave of dizziness hit him as he stumbled back against
the wall. His phalanges went to hold his aching skull and he felt like he’d
fall into unconsciousness at any moment.
 
Despite the pain his mind was racing. If she had gotten out. No one would be
safe! She could save and all of this would have been for nothing! If she found
a way to get to Papyrus.
 
No.
 
No!
 
No!
 
“Put me the fuck down!” He heard her voice above him.
 
Normally her language would have sent his temper on the edge, but now he
couldn’t help the sadistic amusement he felt at her ire tone.
 
His eye sockets trailed up to the ceiling where his magic was holding in place
a royally pissed off Chara. Her bright red eyes narrowed down at him. Sans
could easily sense the murderous intent radiating off of her very being and all
of it was purely directed at him. She wanted him dead that was obvious. Had
been obvious each time she surfaced in that body that she shared with Frisk,
however this time. Well, she was in for a bad time after this little stunt.
 
A huge grin formed on his countenance. Chara shivered even if her steely gaze
didn’t slip away and that made everything even more hilarious to him that he
couldn’t help, but let out a dark chuckle at her expense. Sans knew she could
read him a lot easier than Frisk ever could. There was no need to pretend when
it was just the two of them together. Even if he tried to be a better person,
Chara would always remind him that in the end he wasn’t. Most often than not he
would agree with her assessment of him. Papyrus would never have done the
things he has done to the anomaly. His little brother was so much better than
him all the time. Fuck even Asgore who had killed multiple children didn’t have
the same level of darkness in his soul that Sans did. Even if he hated himself
he couldn’t afford to be any different. Again he was reminded of the fact that
he had full control over the anomalies life. Often he opted to be kinder
towards them, well more specifically Frisk, but Chara never gave him much
reason to hold back. An excuse that the darker crueler side of him was
desperately taking hold of now. Constricting  around his soul which surely had
to have been tainted by now with everything he’s done already in his life. Sans
could blame it partially on his nightmare of timelines past, he could even
blame Chara for waking him up by attacking him the way she did. Even if he gave
every excuse to reason with himself why he was feeling absolutely giddy at the
plans running through his head a part of him knew deep down that it was all
him. Sans would also deny that to everyone including himself until he finally
believed in the lie.
 
If Chara wanted to play agame with him then he would happily oblige her.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Frisk didn’t fully understand why she had asked Sans to stay with her and hold
her. Well, she did. She was lonely and he was the only company she ever had
anymore. A part of her wished that she could hate him. It should be easy to as
he had kept her prisoner in this room for so long now. Yet, she just couldn’t.
Not when he would occasionally seem to go out of his way to brighten up her
day. His jokes were awful, but she felt more at peace in his company than when
she was left alone with her thoughts. With her nightmares of bloody golden
tiles and pain that would even stay with her when she awoke. She stopped
begging for him to let her go free a long time ago, however that hope never did
vanish.
 
Sans wasn’t a bad monster. She knew that. He just didn’t trust her.
 
Maybe one day he will.
 
That thought hurt that even after all this time. She could see it in his
demeanor towards her at times. Where he would be hesitant to get to close to
her in fear of something she couldn’t understand fully. Sometimes she wanted to
ask him why he felt the need to keep her locked up. The only answer she got in
the early days was that it was better for everyone involved.
 
On the rare occasions when she would hear another voice in her head, she’d ask
questions to them as well. But again all she was ever told was not to trust
him.
 
As he held her close now and stroked her hair, Frisk felt the same familiar
warmth she would often get when he was around. She wasn’t naive. There were
moments where he terrified her and she knew if she didn’t do as she was told
then he could lose his temper. Yet, that didn’t stop her from wanting to seek
comfort from the only one she could. Frisk allowed herself to listen to the
soft beating of his soul through his shirt. For a skeleton, he was surprisingly
warm and she enjoyed the affection while she could. Frisk allowed herself to
feel safe. The rhythm calmed her down like a lullaby that was starting to lure
her to sleep.
 
One day she believed that things would be different.
 
One day Sans would change how he treated her.
 
One day things would be better again.
 
Those thoughts were the only things that kept her staying determined in a
situation that had been so grim for a long time now.
 
- - -
 
Chara awoke with a start. Her red eyes glancing everywhere as she tried to get
a grasp on her bearings. The first thing she noticed was a bag in front of her.
Her eyes narrowed as she let out a scoff.
 
The comedian must have visited while she wasn’t around.
 
It was a thought that never felt right with her. Frisk being alone with the
skeleton was to dangerous for them both. She hated him. Hated his stupid grin
and his hypocrisy when he spoke to her. Chara could never remember what happens
when Frisk was in control of their shared body and vice versa. Sometimes she
would have flashes of memories that weren’t her own when she slept. However,
that’s as far as it went. Sometimes when either of their determination was
particularly down, she would be able to talk with Frisk and again vice versa.
 
When they had died in the past, she would even be able to catch a glimpse of
the other girl in the darkness before they came back like nothing happened.
Chara had learned during one conversation unbeknownst to Frisk that she didn’t
remember their deaths or resetting the world and Chara wanted to keep it that
way. It was easier for them both.
 
Though, that damn skeleton could remember everything.
 
Speaking of him.
 
Chara felt her body tensed as she realized exactly where she was. She looked up
slowly and there he was, asleep and holding her.
 
That bastard.
 
It didn’t matter what led up to this happening. She couldn’t care one bit. All
she knew was that their tormentor was holding her. Had been holding Frisk! Her
blood boiled at the thought. What was he planning? What did he do to Frisk
while she was asleep? What had happened that she didn’t know about?
 
Carefully to not wake him up she moved away from him. Her crimson eyes burning
with all the hate she could muster. Not once looking away from his sleeping
form. She sat on her knees in silence contemplating her next move. Wishing she
had her old knife for he could never touch either of them again. Looking at his
still grinning countenance in his sleep, she knew what she would do. Perhaps,
it might even crack his skull open and he would scatter into dust and Chara
could get both her and Frisk out of this hell hole of their life.
 
Without a second thought or regards to the consequences she acted.
 
- - -
 
“Enjoying the view from up there, buddy?” Sans couldn’t stop himself from
mocking the infuriated anomaly. “I know you like to hang around, but I don’t
think this is exactly what you had in mind. Though I could be mistaken. Do let
me know if I am.” He let his grin turn smug at her scowl.
 
Sans glanced at the chain that was pulling tug from where his magic held her in
place against the ceiling, he was sure the collar was choking her a good bit,
but the freak didn’t pay much attention to it. Her red gaze stayed fixated on
the pinpricks of lights in his eye sockets. A stare down to see who would break
eye contact first. All he could do was simply smirk at that. His headache was
an awful persistence in his skull and he had to stop himself from wincing now
and again. The anomaly would take way to much enjoyment from his discomfort if
he did and that was just not something he would willing give her.
 
Chara took a few minutes to speak again, obviously waiting for him to release
his hold on her body and when he didn’t she let out a frustrated growl.
 
“Very fucking funny, now put me down.” She spat down at him.
 
“Just livin’ up to that nickname you have so kindly given me,” Sans let his
smirk widen, fully aware that he was going to continue to push her temper. Not
that he cared much. “Now, have some manners kid and ask nicely.” Sans added as
he put his hands into his jacket pocket and waited expectantly for just that.
 
They both knew that she wouldn’t. Chara never asked for things like Frisk did.
She was more demanding and Sans highly doubted that the word please was even in
her vocabulary. Sometimes it was hard to believe that Chara had been raised for
a period of time by Toriel given how rude and ruthless the girl could be. What
sounded like an attempted hushed painful whimper escaped from the girl above
him and Sans had to stop thinking right then and there before he lost control
of his magic. Whenever he thought of his old friend who loved bad jokes as much
as he did it always became too painful on his soul to handle. Even if he wanted
to, he couldn’t risk letting this timeline end just to bring her back to life.
So much has happened since then. Too much progress has been made and isn’t this
what he always wanted? For the resets to stop? As long as he kept the anomaly
alive then time would keep moving forward.
 
Sans may have lost a friend, but at least he had his brother.
 
At least now he had a few years and new memories that he wouldn’t have had if
he let the anomaly walk around freely like he did in previous timelines.
 
Still his soul ached every time he would go to the door of the Ruins and tell
his stupid knock knock jokes to himself wishing each time that Toriel could
still be there to respond with her likeminded humor that he enjoyed so much.
 
If only she never asked him to make that promise to her then maybe everything
would have turned out so different.
 
At the same time he doubted it would have made much of a difference.
 
Nothing really matteredwhich was a cold fact he had learned so long ago.
 
A bitter part of him would always blame himself for not just taking a short cut
into the Ruins after the last reset happened and capturing the anomaly right
when they appeared instead of waiting for her like he normally did in Snowdin
forest. He could still see her wide smile as she walked out the door of the
Ruins. Her knife held in her hand as dust covered her clothes. Sans had nearly
killed her the moment he saw her with the rage that flared up in his soul. Even
after all her deaths in the Judgement hall, she still had the audacity to
continue down the same path she was previously on. A fact that only cemented in
his mind that what he had planned for the anomaly was the only course of action
he could ever take. They wouldn’t stop their murder spree any other way.
 
Chara sneered down at him as her gaze narrowed in ire. Sans didn’t avert his
own hardened gaze and after a few tense moments he let out a frustrated sigh.
If she wanted to act like that fine. With a flick of his wrist, his magic that
was holding her above him vanished. Chara let out a gasp as she fell and hit
the ground hard. She obviously wasn’t expecting him to just let her fall like
that and when she let out a small whimper, he felt some sick satisfaction for
causing her pain. It was another small victory of control he could display
against the anomaly.
 
Chara pushed herself up with her hands and her glare deepened at his looming
presence over her.
 
“You’re such a fucking asshole.” She seethed through gritted teeth.
 
Sans could only shrug at that.
 
“You should have just said please. Might have lessen the blow.” His tone was
nonchalant.
 
What he didn’t expect was her reaction to his simple statement when she sprang
to her feet. The chain rattled on the ground at her quick movement. His eye
sockets narrowed as she took a step forward towards him. Her demeanor hostile
and would be considered a threat if he wasn’t the one in control right now.
When she opened her mouth to speak, Sans didn’t even hesitate to cut her off
before the venomous words she wanted to spat at him could get out.
 
“Go on. I dare ya.” His tone was calm, but he felt his magic flowing through
his bones ready for a violent outburst from her.
 
Ready to put her in her place.
 
Chara only seemed to hesitate for a split second, contemplating her actions and
Sans could feel a small glimmer of excitement at the notion of her pushing him
to act on more of his darker urges. He wanted her to do something. He wanted
her to give him more of an excuse to hurt her for all the pain she had caused
him. It’s not like he needed much prompting this morning to do so. She had
already attacked him. That was reason enough for him to hurt her just a bit.
Chara took in deep breaths as if to steady herself and when she met his gaze
again, her crimson eyes seemed to darken with determination and a new found
hatred that caught him a little off guard. Which only got worse when she
finally did address him.
 
“I’ll only warn you once comedian, leave Frisk alone. Don’t get close to her
again or the first opportunity I have you’ll be dust. I promise you that.”
 
Sans stood silent for a moment as he observed her and allowed the words to sink
in. All he did was sit next to Frisk when she asked him to. Sans didn’t even
touch her. Sure he had fallen asleep holding her close and that no doubt
angered Chara to wake up to a scene like that. However, he still didn’t do any
harm by his actions. He even didn’t hurt her for months now. Not counting the
times he would cause Chara pain and therefore Frisk. That was just an
inevitable outcome when the other misbehaved and they shared a body. Still, he
hadn’t done anything to warrant that threat. Didn’t do anything to invoke the
other girl’s wrath. Yet, Sans knew the deeper meaning in her statement and it
made his bone marrow freeze. Chara always could read him better. He knew that.
He knew she must have seen the longing looks he would direct towards Frisk,
even if he never acted on his darker intentions. Sans felt his sins from just
his thoughts alone crawling on his back. They both knew in time he wouldn’t
care to hold back anymore. As of right now he wasn’t sure if that was a good
thing or a bad thing.
 
What the fuck was he thinking?
 
Of course that would be an awful idea.
 
Wouldn’t it?
 
Should he even care anymore?
 
Frisk trusted him.
 
Chara, however was wiser not to do so.
 
His eye sockets widened at her and his grin became more strained.
 
“Don’tknow what you’re talkin’ about,” He lied through his teeth and then
narrowed his eye sockets down at her. “Also a word of advice. You shouldn’t
make promises you can’t keep.”
 
Stars, he felt like such a hypocrite with that statement. Sans didn’t keep his
promise. He had killed them so many times. In so many different ways. He kept
them here for years now. Locked away from the world like they were just an
object to be discarded, because it was too hard to attempt to reason with
someone who could fuck with time whenever they wanted. Toriel would have been
so ashamed of him if she was still around to see what type of monster he
became. How even with her death he still couldn’t find it in him to care about
keeping a promise that only caused everyone else so much more misery.
 
They deserved it.
 
Even if they did, it didn’t make him feel any less guilty.
 
No.
 
Sans couldn’t afford to feel remorse.
 
Not anymore.
 
 
Chara didn’t take his comments to heart. A fact that became obviously aware to
him when she shot forward and grabbed the front of his blue jacket and pushed
him back into the wall. Sans didn’t even put up a fight as she did so and
simply looked down into her enraged face. He could have dodged her. He could
have done a great many things. Yet, his own self-hatred kept his actions at
bay. As well, as the deeper more secret side inside him was curious what she
would do. His enthusiasm at the prospect of how far this could go. How far he
could push her before her own survival instincts kicked in at what she was
foolishly doing. Chara did not have nearly enough LOVE to be much of a threat
to him. Even if she did, well she had learned during their time in the
Judgement Hall what he was capable of when he decided to care. Sans never
hesitated the opportunity to teach Chara a lesson not to cross the line too
much over the years they had been imprisoned in his workshop.  
 
Might as well let her dig her own grave, heh.
 
“Don’t play dumb! I know exactly what you are trying to do regarding Frisk and
it won’t work. Not while I’m around. I’ll.. I’ll kill you..” she seemed to
reconsider that statement when he looked more amused and with a malicious smirk
she added cruelly. “I’ll kill that brother of yours to if I have to.” Chara was
too blinded by her rage to reconsider what she was doing. She wasn’t even aware
as she shook him again roughly how more excited he was becoming. If she did.
She would stop in an instant.
 
“Is that so?” Sans asked amused, but his tone didn’t hide the underlying danger
of what her last comment just resigned her to. He tilted his skull to the side
and Chara froze for a moment. “Enlightenme. What exactly do you think I’m up
to? How exactly do you plan on stopping me? Let alone getting anywhere near
Paps. Hmm?” His left eye light flashed blue for just a second and crimson eyes
widened at the sight.
 
Her body suppressed a shudder as she tentatively removed her hands from his
jacket. Any other day, Sans would have left it at that. He would have simply
enjoyed his small victory at getting the human to back off from her aggression.
Today though. He wasn’t that much in a merciful mode. She had already pushed
him too much today. He could forgive most things. Her comments regarding Frisk
and himself bothered him enough, but the moment she threatened any harm to his
brother. Well. That was something he had to correct immediately. When she tried
to take a step back from the raging skeleton that look way to calm his hand
shot forward instantly. His grip like a vice on her arm as he dug his phalanges
into the fabric of her sweater. Much too fast for even Chara to process her
back was slammed into the wall as their positions were switched. His gaze cold.
 
“L-Let go...” Chara tried to speak out.
 
Sans let go of her arm and instantly had a grip on her neck. Squeezing just
tight enough in a warning to keep her mouth shut. Which luckily for her she
obeyed. Her fear finally taking over her own anger from earlier. Sans, however
wasn’t satisfied just yet. Not when he could still see flashes of his brothers
lone scarf flashing in his mind. His grip tightened more so and he felt her
hands grabbing around his wrist to try and pull the constricting hand away from
her throat.  Despite her attempts, he wouldn’t budge an inch. Frantic red eyes
looked up into his eye sockets and Sans could only grin wider.
 
“Heh, for all your threats, kid. It seems like you got yourself in a bit of a
pickle now, haven’t ya?”
 
It always amazed him how different both Frisk and Chara could be. For even when
he was chocking her and she was obviously afraid of facing his wrath, Chara
just glared at him as she let go of his wrist and let her arms drop to her
side. Her fist clenched as her knuckles turned white. It wasn’t an act of
surrender. Sans knew that. She was mocking him in her own way. Showing him that
she wouldn’t break no matter what he did to her. No matter how much he hurt
her. Stars that’s all he wanted to do in this moment. That and heh, other
things when he really thought about it. Again, the two of the anomaly were just
so different. Frisk would be begging for his mercy right now if he was doing
this to her and that thought excited him more than it should. A part of him
wanted to believe he would be gentler to Frisk if she was in this situation. If
he acted on the thoughts that were like a whirl wind inside his head right now.
Chara on the other hand, he wanted to break her. To destroy that determined
look in her eyes in any way he sought fit. She wouldn’t bend to him the way he
was sure Frisk would and that just made him even sicker with his desires. It
didn’t help that they shared the same body. Well, it was Frisk’s body. He knew
that. He could easily get what he wanted from Frisk with Chara in control. She
would never even have to find out about the darker sides to him. Frisk could
still seek comfort from him and he could release the ever growing urges he felt
without her looking at him differently.
 
Stars he really was fucked up in all the wrong ways.
 
No.
 
He couldn’t do that.
 
No matter how much he wanted to.
 
Sans started to loosen his grip, which only prompted a comment from the anomaly
that made him even more irritated.
 
“Just fuckingkill me. We both know you want to.” Chara growled out through
gritted teeth.
 
Heh, maybe he was wrong in thinking that Chara knew him as well as he thought.
 
Then again. Her rage from just sleeping while holding Frisk spoke a different
story all together.
 
She knew what he was like. That was a certainty in his mind.
 
Sans couldn’t help but let out a dark amused chuckle at the comment and shook
his head in disbelief.
 
“Notgonna happen,” he said simply as she glowered at him even more so.
“Besides, if I did that. I wouldn’t be able to tell you two all my best jokes.”
He grinned wide at her irritated scoff.
 
 
Sans only allowed her a few moments to think that she might have come out of
this completely unscathed. Yet, he still had a point to prove and he was
already riled up enough to do so. Using his free hand he stroked her brown hair
gently which only made her completely freeze up at the feigned affectionate
touch. Sans didn’t remove his hand from her throat, regardless of the gentle
caresses he gave her. He never touched her like that before. Never instigated
any touch towards her if it wasn’t to reprimand her. Which made her confusion
even more entertaining.
 
“What the fuck are you doing comedian?” Her voice was only a whisper as it
wavered with uncertainty.
 
Sans wanted to hurt her oh so badly at this moment. To be rough with her in so
many different ways. It would be so easy to just tighten his grip on her hair.
Force her down on her knees and show her how true she was in her assessment of
him. Stars he craved it so unbearably. Sans was positive Chara would never step
out of line again if he did so. She would never threaten his life or his
brother’s life again if she saw what he was truly capable of. What type of
awful monster that he had to keep at bay. Despite all of this, he didn’t. Not
now. Maybe latter. The threat should be good enough for now. Her expression was
priceless as it was.
 
It was so hard to be better.
 
Frisk wouldn’t even look at him if she could see this side of him.
 
He didn’t want that.
 
At least he thought that was the case.
 
Sans leaned in closer to her. His skull in front of her face as his phalanges
released her soon to be bruising neck and stroked her collar bone over her
sweater. His smirk widening at the shudder of his stock still prisoner. There
was nothing that really needed to be said about his implications with his
actions. Chara would understand the punishment if she acted out again like
this. He was sure of it. He could see it as her gaze could no longer bear to
look at him and was cast downwards. Her body trembling with each gentle touch
he gave her. It was enough for now. The tension was palpable around him as she
waited to see what he would do.
 
“Nah, I ain’t ever gonna kill ya. You’ll be stuck with me for a long time kid.
Both of you will be.” With that he pushed himself away from her and took a few
steps back. Shoving his hands in his jacket pocket as he grinned at her in a
way that held no comfort what so ever. In a way that held a promise for a
future neither Chara or Frisk would be too thrilled about.
 
Chara’s head snapped up to look at him, her mouth opening to be speak, but
closing it as she thought better of it. Her fingers nervously messing with the
bottom fabric of her sweater. A habit he observed that she must have picked up
from Frisk. After a few silent moments between them. Chara gave him a warily
glare.
 
“You’re sick.” She muttered under her breath, but he heard in anyways.
 
Not like he was going to argue with that. Not like he could she was right. Sans
opted to pretend he didn’t even hear her. He glanced at the paper bag that held
the hot dogs he brought Frisk that morning. It was probably cold by now. Not
that he really cared too much about that. They couldn’t afford to be picky with
what food he decided to give them.
 
“Well, I should be goin’. I’ll ketchup with you two latter.” He tilted his
skull in the direction of the bag for emphasis “Be a good kid and try to
mustard up the appetite to finish those won’tcha ya?”
 
Chara didn’t respond and he didn’t feel the need to wait for her to. Sans
really didn’t feel like bothering with the door of his workshop and with a
spark of his magic he took a short cut back into his bedroom.
 
Sans just let gravity do the work as he plopped down on the edge of his bed and
enjoyed the silence for a long moment in the barely lit room. Not wanting to
deal with the rest of the day already when he knew he needed to. His mind kept
traveling back to the anomaly he kept locked away even when he tried not to
think about it. He had been so close on acting on his needs instead of doing
what’s right and responsible and regardless he felt it so very hard to care. In
fact he was more disappointed in himself for not doing anything. Which only
made him feel nauseous. They were just a kid to him. A kid who had way too much
power over his life and others if given the chance. An anomaly that only turned
him apathetic to the world around him. Made him relive the same day over and
over again for a long time. They were just a kid and still they had been able
to almost kill every monster in the Underground if he didn’t stop them. They
were just a kid. Even if they had grown up more over the years. A kid who was
his prisoner for years. A kid who he murdered over and over again without a
shred of mercy. He shouldn’t be feeling the way he did. Nothing was alright
with that. His soul felt heavy with his sins.
 
Sans just didn’t care.
 
That was the problem.
 
He knew that.
 
Regardless it didn’t change a single thing.
 
Stars what was wrong with him?
 
A groan escaped him as he still felt the familiar urge that was becoming much
harder to ignore as the days went by. He wanted them. There was no way he could
even deny that to himself. Every part of him craved for just one moment in time
where he could let go and stop pretending that he was better than he was. Fuck
he even had a chance with how much Chara was pushing him earlier. The skeleton
could have just used the poorly guise that he was taking out his wants on the
human as a punishment they deserved. It was horrible reasoning and even he knew
that wouldn’t fly over to well. The thought wouldn’t leave him. Sans was a
selfish monster. A vengeful monster. A royally fucked up monster who should be
dusted where he stood and despite that he couldn’t bring any reason to care.
Everything he wanted was in his reach. He wanted to control them fully. To
break them for they never would be a problem again. To take his perverse
pleasure from them. If it was only Chara he probably would have by now. But.
 
Frisk.
 
It always came down to her.
 
She made him want to try and be better.
 
To keep control of himself.
 
When those brown eyes would look at him with so much fondness and MERCY.
 
Sans was torn.
 
A part of him wanted her to continue to care for a sick in the head monster
like him more than anything he has ever wanted.
 
Another part.
 
Well that part wanted to dominate her. Take everything he could dream of by
force if need be. After all he’s done he doubt she’d ever give herself to him
freely.
 
Perhaps.
 
Maybe?
 
He could earn it?
 
A bitter chuckle escaped him at the thought. The sound echoing off the walls
and if his brother was still home he had no doubt he would be heard. Which
would only lead to him getting a lecture that he should have been at work
already. Another thing to add to the list of stuff he couldn’t bring himself to
care about.
 
No.
 
Sans could never earn everything he wanted from Frisk. If he ever did then he
would have no doubt have corrupted her to the point of no return if that was
the case. Even then that didn’t sound to bad at least for him. He could easily
manipulate her for his pleasures, if Chara didn’t get in the way. Which if she
did, well then he could just have his fun that he stopped himself from doing
earlier. Sans sighed as he turned his skull to look out his window at the small
light that illuminated his room. He knew he should cut his visits even shorter
than usual from now on. That he should keep as much distance as he possibly
could from the anomalies under his care. That would be in their best interest.
Maybe then he could garner some control over his cardinal desires. His soul
pounded frantically in his rib cage as the thought of not being around Frisk
made him more depressed. Sans knew he enjoyed her company. How she would laugh
at his jokes. How she would listen to him even if she really didn’t have much
of a choice to. Frisk never complained and he just couldn’t imagine forcing
himself to stay away from her. Even if it would protect her from him. Plus, the
kid was lonely. She had no one but him. A fact that always brought a grin to
his face also hurt him as well. It was his fault after all. Her life was a mess
because of him. He couldn’t take the only company she had away from her as
well.
 
Trapped.
 
Utterly trapped is how he felt regarding everything.
 
He couldn’t do what is right without hurting her and he couldn’t be around her
either without risking losing control of himself.
 
Stars, Sans really couldn’t believe what the fuck has happened to his life.
 
Yet, in the end in his self-loathing he knew he was to blame.
 
Getting to work for once in his life seemed like the best gift imaginable.
***** Chapter 3 *****
There were very few things to enjoy with life anymore. Not ever since she had
been captured by the skeleton. Long days and nights were always spent in
solitude with the daily visit from Sans for she could have food and sometimes
conversations. Regardless, days like today were the times Frisk looked forward
to the most. When he allowed her into his home. Where she was free from the
handcuffs that made her wrist sore even if Sans did his best to heal her even
if he wasn’t that good at it; according to him green magic was in short supply
for him; free from the collar and chain. Free from the same bland walls she
would have to stare at for hours and hours. It was hard not to be grateful for
these times away from her imprisonment. Even if she wasn’t really free. Frisk
could at least pretend for a while that she was.
 
Sans room was always in disarray when he brought her into the house. Clothes
scattered his carpeted floors and the self-sustaining trash tornado always
seemed to surprise her, no matter how many times she had seen it. Sans really
didn’t seem to own much as far as personal belongings went. The reason behind
that she was told during one of her first visits to his room in the first few
months of her captivity was because he spent all his income to make sure his
younger brother was happy. A sentiment that was so sweet to her that it made
her know for a fact there was more to the skeleton than the persona he gave as
her captor. Frisk had asked him once if she could meet Papyrus which had turned
into a mistake as Sans good mood at the time instantly became cold and cruel.
She couldn’t help but shudder at the memory of pure hatred she saw towards her
in his eye lights. Or how he had stopped visiting her for over two weeks after
that, at least when she was awake as food and water was always there for when
she woke up. Frisk learned to never bring up his brother again after that. At
least not if Sans didn’t talk about him first, something he never really did.
 
Frisk had noticed that the skeleton had been extremely distant towards her ever
since she had asked him to hold her. Which that was close to a week ago now.
She didn’t bring it up with him as he still tried to show her kindness. Yet,
Frisk had become wise to reading his mood. There was no other choice but to
learn how to do just that. Sans seemingly never ending smile was more strained
and his eye lights never looked at her for longer than what was absolutely
necessary. He would rarely speak to her and when he did it was as business like
as possible. Honestly, she was confused as to all hell why the skeleton was
being this way. A part of her figured it had to be related to the bruises that
just seemed to have appeared on her arm and around her neck. Though, she
couldn’t remember how she got them and again she knew better than to ask.
Despite all of her questions being unanswered and Sans aloof behavior regarding
her, today was turning into a good day.
 
The skeleton had awoken her to some nice-cream which she greedily took and
enjoyed every bit of it and with a small grin Sans had told her she could spend
most of the day in his home which she happily took the opportunity the second
it was offered. Frisk didn’t even voice her slight disappointment she felt;
like always, when instead of taking her outside to enter the house that way he
had simply just teleported them to his room. A sensation that never failed to
make her a little nauseous where Sans responded like he always did with giving
her comforting rubs to her back until she regained her bearings again.   
 
Now here they were just relaxing in his room as she worked on a Junior Jumble
that he loaned her, with her back resting against the wall as he sat on his bed
with what appeared to be a joke book in his hands. The silence was comforting
to an extent. As long as she wasn’t alone anyways. However, she wanted to talk
with him. Frisk would glance over at him from her little puzzle from time to
time and like clockwork Sans would be watching her from the corner of his eye
sockets. Only for him to look away the second their glance made contact. She
really wished she could read his mind at times. It would make everything so
much easier.
 
Might as well strike up a conversation with some small talk.
 
After a few long seconds of contemplating what she would even say to her
captor, Frisk lowered the word search she was working on and looked over at
him. He seemed to sense her staring and turned his attention towards her. Frisk
opened her mouth to speak, but closed it again as she suddenly felt very
awkward in his room. For reasons she just couldn’t place. Sans lifted a bone
brow at her and right before he was about to say something, she blurted out the
first thing that came to her mind.
 
“How’s work been?”
 
Smooth, Frisk. Real smooth.
 
Sans seemed a bit surprised at her question. She never really asked him much
about his jobs. All she knew was that he worked several of them and the one she
was most interested in when he let slip one time that he had a particular job
for the king of all monsters. Not that he ever elaborated on what that task
was. Which had only made her even more curious.
 
“What can I tell ya kiddo, I’m literally workin’ myself to thebone.” Sans gave
a wink at his joke and Frisk couldn’t help but let out a small giggle which
only seemed to make his mood leap even more so.
 
“I can see that. Soon you’ll be nothing but skin andbones if you keep this up.”
Frisk teased him back.
 
Sans let out a small chuckle at her comment. Giving Frisk a bit more
determination that she might actually get some of her questions answered if he
stayed in a good mood.
 
“Don’t know about the skin part, seems I lost that a long time ago. Heh. Guess
it’s a sign that I need to not put my nose to the grind huh?” He said with a
lazy smile.
 
“You don’t even have a nose.” Frisk said offhandedly. Still amused by their
small banter.
 
Sans gave a simple shrug. “Well look at that. Guess you’re right after all.”
His phalanges tapped next to his nasal cavity to show his point.
 
She allowed the silence that followed their small conversation for a few
minutes as she contemplated how to ask her questions that she so wanted
desperately answered. It would be wiser not to push or to ease in to them.
Curiosity was getting the better of her though. So tentatively she tried to ask
her next words carefully but not vague enough for he could easily deflect them.
 
“So when’s your next shift?”
 
He seemed to hesitate with that one and for a moment she was worried that he
would just start to ignore her or change the topic completely. When he did
answer she was relieved.
 
“My sentry job isn’t until later tonight.” Sans answered as if it didn’t really
matter. When she didn’t respond while she was trying to think of how to address
his work with the king, Sans took her silence to mean something completely
different. “If you’re worried about having to go back to your... room.. soon
then don’tcha worry. We still have a couple of hours to relax until then.”
 
 
Frisk couldn’t lie that his words comforted her a little bit even if the fact
she had to go back to her prison at all left a bitter taste in her mouth. She
hated that place more than anything. The thought alone made her chest feel
tight and her heartbeat quicken in anxiety. She already knew about his sentry
job. A job that’s sole purpose was to find and capture humans that fell
Underground. A job that Sans had proved himself to be perfect for as the years
had proved with her captivity. However, she couldn’t help but wonder why
exactly the monsters wanted to capture humans in the first place. After all she
had been captured and nothing other than being trapped with the skeleton seemed
to happen. Was that the case for other humans that might fall down? Just to be
captured and locked away forever? Or was there more to it that Sans was keeping
her in the dark about? Also did any other humans ever fall down here? Frisk
remembered the surface even if she didn’t want to think back on that life. She
still knew that monsters were just considered to be a myth in the human world.
So if other humans ever fell down like she did, what had become of them? Or was
she the first? Frisk just didn’t know and the thoughts always filled her with
dread when she contemplated them.
 
She had been so busy musing over different scenarios of the fates of others of
her kind that she didn’t even notice that Sans was watching her intently. Frisk
didn’t even notice when he set the book down on his night stand and sat up on
the edge of his bed to observe her silently. So when the sound of him patting
the spot next to him on the mattress made her jump with alarm she couldn’t help
but stare at him with her brown eyes wide. His demeanor was stiff and he seemed
to hesitate with what he wanted to say just seconds before. Frisk just gave him
a small apologetic smile and hoped that message came across better than her
words could. Sans seemed to relax just a little but the tension in his bones
was still palpable.
 
“Hey kid, come...” Sans stopped and looked away from her for a moment as he
took a deep breath; he tried again when he looked back at her. Well at the wall
beside her. “Do you wanna sit next to me for a bit?” His voice was barely
audible but she could still hear him in the quiet room.
 
It didn’t sound like a command even if he started to word it that way. He was
actually asking her to sit by him. Sure, in the past he’d demand for her to
stay by him but only within his sight. Now, he seemed to want her company as
much as she was in desperate need for his. Hope sprang forth in her soul and
even if he was being awkward about this. Frisk was being optimistic that maybe
things might actually change between them. Perhaps, Sans was offering her an
olive branch for her to take and they wouldn’t need to keep this cycle of
captor and captive for the rest of their lives. She may have been getting a bit
too far ahead of herself, but the hope wouldn’t dwindle. So with a small smile
she stood up and made her way to the bed. Not letting his rigid demeanor get to
her when she took her seat next to him on the bed.
 
A small part of her was wary though.
 
Don’t_get_to_close_to_him.
 
That voice she would sometimes hear in her head warned her.
 
Frisk did her best to ignore it when she heard Sans let out a sigh that sounded
like relief.
 
Determination filled her soul and decided for her that maybe. Just a little.
She could finally get through to him. That perhaps the skeleton was allowing
himself to trust her.
 
- - -
 
Stars! Why did he ask her to sit next to him?
 
What the fuck was he thinking?
 
She was to close and regardless he didn’t want to have it any other way.
 
Well. That wasn’t entirely true.
 
Just having her sit next to him was making it increasingly more difficult not
to push her down on his bed. Have her pleas fill his room and he coerced what
he wanted from her body.
 
He could be gentle with her if she behaved.
 
Sans knew he could make her enjoy herself if she gave him the chance.
 
Make her crave him like he craved her.
 
Or.
 
He could just take full advantage of her like he wanted.
 
Fuck.
 
This wasn’t such a good idea.
 
 
Sans could tell for a while that something was on the kids mind as she sat in
his room. He knew he had been putting a small tinge of distance between them.
Even if he did his best to act like nothing was wrong around her. Frisk must
have noticed. Of course she’d figure it out. She was a smart kid. He understood
that. Still he had been trying his hardest to behave around her. To lock away
this fucked up addiction that being around the anomaly was plaguing him with.
Nothing worked however. Each time he pushed himself farther away from her and
her expression became even more solemn it felt like his soul was breaking in
two. He needed her smile back. Needed to hear her laugh again. Each day that he
continued to try and keep her safe from himself was killing him inside. Fuck.
He just needed the damn anomaly to be somewhat happy with him. It had occurred
to him that he hadn’t allowed her in the house for several weeks now and so he
decided to give her a little gift. The nice-cream had cheered her up a good bit
but nowhere near as much as him bringing her inside did.
 
Then she even joked around with him and stars it made his soul soar with bliss.
Everything was going perfect. Until her expression changed. Her brown eyes
became distant and her smile turned into a frown. Sans couldn’t deal with that.
Seeing her like that hurt him more than she could ever be allowed to know. All
he could think about was comforting her. Having her know that despite her
shitty situation that she could lean on him for support.
 
Now he was stuck with her sitting right next to him and his sick desires
hitting him like a whirl wind. This really was the worse idea he could think
of. Part of him wanted to end their time together right then and there just to
make sure that he didn’t end up fucking up so badly where he couldn’t take it
back.
 
That’s not true.
 
There was always the option to start over?
 
Right?
 
Sans quickly shook his head to get rid of the thought and absentmindedly he had
started to stroke her back. Keeping her close as if it would keep all those
awful urges away. He couldn’t just kill her and let her reset. That just wasn’t
an option available to him. Even if it would wipe the slate clean, Sans wasn’t
even sure how far back they would go in time. Would it only be hours? Days?
Weeks? Months or Stars above back to the very beginning? A part of him was
curious what would happen. If they didn’t go to far back then that would allow
him to act on everything he wanted to do regarding the human. It would be so
easy then. Frisk wouldn’t even remember anyways. Sans could even have as much
fun with her until he was completely sated when it came to the anomaly and once
he killed her all these urges wouldn’t be a problem for him anymore. It would
definitely put his mind at ease. Regrettably that was to risky of an option to
take.  
 
 
“Sans..” Frisk’s voice distracted him and he instantly caught on to the
wariness in her tone.
 
His eye lights glanced at her and he watched as her fingers nervously played
with the fabric of her sweater. His attention was drawn to her lip however as
he saw her nibbling on it slightly. Frisk wasn’t looking at him and that put
him more on edge and his strokes on her back slowed even more so to try and
ease her into whatever she wanted to say to him.
 
It couldn’t be anything good.
 
Not with the way she was acting.
 
“What’s up?” Sans hoped his tone sounded calm even if that’s the farthest from
how he actually felt.
 
A small unreasonable part of him worried if somehow she remembered how he acted
towards Chara several days ago.
 
If so he would have been royally fucked.
 
No.
 
It couldn’t be that.
 
All evidence pointed to that they didn’t seem to fully grasp what happened to
the other whenever one of them was in control.
 
Unless they were lying about that?
 
Sans wouldn’t put it past them to do so. Hell if he was in their shoes, he
wouldn’t trust himself with any information that could later be used against
him. It didn’t calm down the slight tinge of anger at the realization that
Frisk might lie to him about things. Even if logically if she did remember more
than she let on he doubt she would ever sit next to him like she was now. A
small comfort, but the more she delayed what she wanted to ask him, the more
unhinged he felt. Finally she seemed to give his mind a small mercy when she
spoke only for it to be shattered a second latter when he proceeded her words.
 
“Would it be alright if I went with you to work?...” when Sans hand stopped
instantly on the middle of her back, his phalanges gripping tightly onto the
fabric, she seemed to read his souring mood instantly. “Or maybe I can stay in
your room while you’re out? I’ll behave... I won’t make a sound so your brother
won’t even know I’m here... I just don’t want to go back-“
 
“No.” His voice was flat as Sans didn’t let her finish. Gritting his teeth in
growing irritation at her request.
 
 
That should have been the end of it. Frisk should have known better than to
push such an audacious want on him. Yet, that’s not what happened. She instead
decided to turn more towards him. Her hands placing softly on his leg. When his
dimming eye lights locked on to her brown gaze. He saw that determined look
that he had come to love and despise so much from her. Right this instant. He
hated it.
 
“Please. Sans. I know you worry about letting me have some freedom.”
 
No fucking shit he worried about that.
 
This anomaly had murdered the majority of the Underground by the time he
actually cared enough to stop her.
 
She was a danger to everyone he knew.
 
A danger to his brother.
 
There was no way he could ever leave her alone in his room.
 
His eye lights went out at her words and she seemed to almost regret asking
such a ludicrous thing from him. Almost.
 
“All I’m asking for is a chance here. Just one chance to show you that you can
trust me.” Her voice was desperate as she clung to his leg. Moving her body
closer to him.
 
She was to close.
 
She was crossing a line on his thinning patience and self-control.
 
Why did she have to be asking this of him now of all times?
 
Sans was trying his damnedest not to give in to himself and she was not
HELPING!
 
“Kid.” His tone was a warning and still her determination did not waver.
 
“Things between us don’t have to be like this. Doesn’t it ever bother you
having to keep me locked up all the time? I think it does. You wouldn’t be so
kind to me so many times if it didn’t. Let meprove to you that you don’t need
to be afraid. Please. Sans.”
 
Sans hadn’t felt this much boiling rage towards Frisk in such a long time. He
felt it towards Chara constantly, but Frisk he never really did anymore. She
was so well behaved for him and now. Now. Stars, he just wanted her to stop
talking. To stop asking him to do the impossible for her. All it was doing was
making everything so much worse for them. He needed her to listen to him.
Perhaps, he had been too soft on her in the past? Maybe he needs to remind this
anomaly exactly who was in charge around here? After that they could just go
back to enjoying each other’s company and leave this conversation behind them.
Sans didn’t need to go too far with teaching her a lesson. She wasn’t as
stubborn as Chara after all.
 
Yes that’s exactly what he should do.
 
But.
 
How she looked now was so vulnerable.
 
So desperate for his approval of this request.
 
Beyond hopeful that he would give in and say yes to her.
 
It didn’t help in the slightest with his growing need for her.
 
It would be so easy to make her happy right now.
 
To say fuck the consequences and use this moment of mercy to his advantage
later.
 
It would definitely work in his favor.
 
Yet, still the fact she would ever ask this of him irritated him more than
anything.
 
All he had to do was truly look at her soft brown eyes and all his ire
dissipated into exhaustion. His eye lights slowly reappeared in his eye sockets
as he removed his hands from Frisk to rub his skull. He suddenly felt so
drained and just wanted to nap the day away. Just shut the world out and not
deal with anything until the most preferred date of never. Sans knew he
couldn’t give this to her. Shouldn’t give this to her. The worse part was that
he easily could. It wouldn’t even be that hard to do so as long as she kept her
word and behaved. Even taking her to his work wouldn’t be all too much
difficult. She could just as easily stay under the desk of his sentry station
for his shift even if it would be boring, she’d probably enjoy the fresh air
and wouldn’t complain too much over the cold. As long as no monsters came by
then she would be safe, happy and the best part is she would still be in his
line of sight and he could enjoy her company more. It was so very tempting the
more he thought about it. In the end, it would still be too risky. If anyone
found out a human was Underground then they would want her soul. Asgore would
demand for it. One more soul was all that’s needed after all. Bad scenario she
would die and the world would reset. Worse case she would gain more LOVE to
defend herself and he’d be forced to kill her and the world would be reset. No
that just wasn’t an option.
 
Leaving her in his room would be simple enough and show her that he wasn’t as
awful as he knew he was. If he locked the door then he knew she wouldn’t be
able to sneak out. If his door was locked that would even keep his brother from
barging in and finding her. That thought left him even more uneasy than risking
a reset by taking her to his work. Sans just couldn’t risk his younger
brother’s life just to make Frisk happy. Not when he saw his brother die too
many times. Especially not at the risk of Chara taking control after their last
encounter and her threat still rolling around at the forefront of his mind.
Sans looked back at the hopeful young girl that he so desperately wanted to
make happy but couldn’t bring himself to do so. He knew what he would say would
hurt her and now they would be pushed back even farther in any chance of some
happiness in their situations.
 
Stars how he hated himself.
 
“Look, kid.” Just like he thought her hopeful expression died on her face just
from his tone alone and all he wanted to do was turn to dust right then and
there by the sight alone. “I.. I’m sorry. I just can’t.”
 
Sans knew he should say more. That he should explain himself in a desperate
attempt to salvage the damage he was doing to her. To make a false promise that
maybe one day that he could give her the chance she so desperately clung to. No
matter how much he wanted to, he just couldn’t find the words to do so. When
Frisk looked down all he wanted was to change his mind and take back his words.
He wanted her to look at him with fondness and not look so defeated like she
did now. All he had to do was just try and trust her like she wanted. It should
be easy. He shouldn’t be dragging them both down into misery.
 
He could be better.
 
For her.
 
If only he just tried.
 
What’s the point?
 
Nothing he ever did was right anyways.
 
So why even care now?
 
What he would have never expected was when she looked back up at him.
Understanding in her brown eyes as she gave his leg a gentle squeeze that made
his self-hate melt away in a single instant for the time being.
 
“It’s alright. Maybe one day, you’lltrust me.” Was all she said and Sans wanted
nothing more to embrace her.
 
How he wanted to hold her close to him and give her all the promises that he
hated making. She was too good for a monster like him. Way to merciful when she
should shun him like he deserved. She would be so much better off without him
ruining her life. Without the risks that he posed to her and she didn’t even
know it. One day he wanted to give her what she wanted most. Even if that day
seemed like an impossibility. Inside he knew he would do so much for this kid
if he wasn’t the way that he was. One day he might be worthy of her mercy. Sans
knew he should give her an ounce of hope with her statement. That would make
her feel somewhat better with all of this. Yet that’s not who he was.
 
“C’mon. Should probably let you get your shower in before Paps comes home.”
 
Frisk didn’t respond and just gave him a simple nod as they both stood up.
 
Sans felt like his soul was going to crumble apart.
 
Deep down he knew he would never be better, no matter how hard he tried.
 
- - -
 
Frisk couldn’t hide the turmoil she felt the second the shower turned on. She
shouldn’t have pushed Sans like she did. Now. There was no telling how things
would be between them and her heart ached at the thought. Part of her felt
bitter that he couldn’t just give her a chance. So many times she had done what
he asked of her without complaint and still he couldn’t just give her this
small freedom to prove herself. To prove to him that life could be better.
Frisk could tell how much telling her no had hurt him inside. How he had been
so close to allowing himself to trust her and she grasped on to that like a
life line. It was all she had anyways. Just a glimmer of hope in the darkness
that wanted to swallow her up. At the end of the day she just couldn’t be angry
at him. Not when there was so much pain in his voice. When people were afraid
they acted out in the worse ways and she could understand that. Sans would one
day push his fear away and everything would change, she believed that.
 
Frisk forgave him because she knew that everyone could be better.
 
Despite this it didn’t stop the tears from streaming down her face.
 
It didn’t stop her from having to hold back her sobs at the unfairness that was
her life for she knew he was right outside the door like he always was.
 
Sometimes life just became too much and she wondered if she should just stop
pretending that she could deal with it.
 
No. She needed to stay determined.
 
Frisk couldn’t allow herself to fall apart.
 
If she did then she doubted she could ever pick up the pieces again.
 
Time always seemed to go slower when she was by herself and Frisk was grateful
for that. She needed the alone time and the comfort the warm shower provider
her. It was a luxury that she got so rarely that she wouldn’t let it go to
waste. As the warm stream of water hit her body, she glanced down at her
exposed skin. Frisk always cringed when she did so as scars littered so many
different places on her flesh. A testament from a time before she fell
Underground and memories she never wanted to relive. Her eyes closed as she
took in steady breaths to try and calm herself.
 
She felt like a complete emotional mess right now.
 
Frisk had never told Sans about her time on the surface during her childhood. A
history that she was glad he never pushed from her to tell him. He had seen
some of the scars a couple times when she was younger but never commented on
them once. A small understanding went through them both that she could tell him
if she wanted to but not until then. If there was one thing she knew about Sans
more than anything was the fact that he had a respect for keeping secretes to
oneself. Even if she was extremely curious about his own she didn’t push him
for information like he didn’t do towards her. One day she might tell him
though, but only when he started to give her the freedom she so desperately
needed.
 
A half an hour went by before she felt her composure finally come back to her
and she decided to turn off the water. Glad that Sans didn’t knock on the door
to rush her to hurry up like he sometimes did when she took too long. Perhaps
it was because he might have been feeling guilty for earlier. When she stepped
out of the shower though and just wrapped a towel around herself, about to
brush her teeth however she didn’t have much time to think on that train of
thought as she heard a door slam open.
 
“Sans! I’m home and I have a new puzzle to show you!” Papyrus’s voice echoed
throughout the house and before Frisk could even blink. Sans was behind her and
his hand clamped over her mouth as his other arm wrapped around her waist.
 
Frisk almost screamed at his sudden appearance in the bathroom, but his hand
had muffled the sound. Glancing in the mirror she saw that his eye lights were
out and his grin strained. She knew if she tried to speak and make her presence
aware to his brother then she would be in for a bad time. Sans rested his head
on her shoulder as he held her tightly against him.
 
“Do I have to warn ya what would happen to you if you make a sound?” He
whispered in her ear but his tone sent a shiver down her spine and she quickly
shook her head. Sans just nodded at that, but there was something in his grin
that made her stomach recoil and she felt absolutely terrified of him.
 
Before he could say anything else a loud knock sounded on the door and she felt
his body tense against her.
 
“Brother? You in there?” Papyrus asked and Frisk was glad the door was locked.
It would have been incredibly uncomfortable if he had barged in there right
now.
 
“Sup bro?” Sans spoke easily but his grip on her waist tightened and Frisk had
to suppress a whimper.
 
Frisk didn’t miss how his grin seemed to widen at her flinch with his
reflection in the mirror. It suddenly became way to obvious the state of her
undressed was. How close her back was pressed against the skeletons rib cage.
His tight hold on her waist starting to hurt and when the tip of his phalanges
stroked her cheek as he kept his hand covering her mouth she shuddered. Her
knees felt weak and she felt her face flush at their closeness.
 
Get_away_from_him.
 
Run.
 
Escape.
 
A voice in her mind told her. Her chest felt hot all of sudden and her head
started to spin. Frisk’s heartbeat picked up in an uncontrolled rhythm. All she
could think about was getting as far away from Sans as she could in that
second. Unease crashing on her like waves as it felt like something deep inside
her was fighting to get out. To gain control. When she tried to subtly move her
body away from his own, just for a little bit of space between them, Sans
didn’t let her. He simply took a step forward, moving with her as her legs
pressed against the counter of the sink. Pinning her in place with the counter
and his firm body. He felt closer to her than he was before. Frisk couldn’t
stop herself from breathing heavily. This wasn’t good. This didn’t feel okay.
She felt like she was in danger and her determination started to dwindle with
every stroke he gave to her hip.
 
Fight_back.
 
Brown eyes darted to his eye sockets in the mirror and much to her dread they
weren’t devoid of light anymore. No. His left eye socket was flashing blue. The
eye light pulsing rapidly as he didn’t take his gaze away from her face. She
couldn’t place what his expression meant. All she knew was that it made her
blood freeze in her veins. She tried to lean away from him as much she could
and was only met with the same response as before. Sans just wouldn’t budge
with letting her get any distance.
 
Frisk needed to get away from him.
 
“Sans your great brother has conducted a new elaborate puzzle that when a human
does finally falls down here they will surely be bested by its sure genius!”
Papyrus sounded so proud on the other side of the door. Unaware of the irony of
his statement with a human already have been captured for years now by his own
brother. Sans seemed to pick on that first and let an amused chuckle out as he
tapped his phalanges against the towel covering Frisk’s stomach.
 
“I’m sure it will bro. You’re thecoolest.” Sans spoke lazily but Frisk could
hear the pride in his voice for his younger sibling.
 
“Of course I am, but Sans I really want to show it to you and it would be best
to test it out first. A human could come any day now and we need to be
prepared.”
 
Sans rested his skull on the crook of Frisk’s neck as he kept stroking her
cheek. The blue never fading from his eye light and she could feel how fast his
soul was pounding in his chest. His posture seemed relaxed although somewhat
tense while Frisk on the other hand was fighting with herself not to have a
panic attack. She held on to hope that Papyrus presence would get Sans to leave
her be right now. But, Sans seemed to have different ideas.
 
“I’ll check it out later Paps. Got some stuff to do before work.”
 
An exasperated groan came from the other side of the door.
 
“Don’t be a lazy bones. We both know that all you do before work anyways is
waste your time napping when you should be calibrating your own puzzles in
preparation for a human.”
 
“Bro you know I put a lot of back bone into those naps.” Sans grinned widely as
another groan came from the door, followed by the sound of his brother stomping
his foot.
 
“No!”
 
“Aww, you didn’t find that humerus? Tibia honest with ya, it’s probably not my
best one.”
 
“Sans! Stop that right now!” His brother’s voice sounded even more annoyed.
 
“C’mon Paps, I’m just messin’ with your funny bone.”
 
“That’s it. No spaghetti for you tonight for saying those awful puns.” Papyrus
huffed.
 
“Now you’ve just made me upsetti, bro.” Sans gave a feigned whine as he held
down his chuckles.
 
“Ugh! You’re the absolute worse. Just come out here already for I can show you
my amazing puzzle.” The sounds of his boots hit the ground hard as he stormed
away from the door.
 
Frisk let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding in. Surely now that
Papyrus had left then Sans would let her go.
 
Right?
 
Well he didn’t. His hand left her mouth and slid down to rest around the top of
her chest. His breathes weren’t steady and that just made her more concerned
for her well-being. She didn’t understand why he was still holding her. Didn’t
understand why his magic was still sparking in his eye socket. His brother
wasn’t by the door. He should be letting her go. Why oh why wasn’t he letting
go! Did Sans think she would try to run now? Was he less trusting of her
because of their conversation earlier? That had to be it. Frisk needed to
believe that was the reason he was acting so peculiar. There couldn’t be any
other reason for it. Stars, she hoped that was the case.
 
Then why did she feel so intimidated by him right now?
 
Why did the skeleton look like he wanted to...
 
“S-Sans..” Her voice was as quiet and shaky as was possible as she tried to
distract his attention from whatever it was he was thinking right now.
 
Sans blinked his eye sockets as if he was pulled away from his deep musing over
something Frisk was sure she never wanted to find out about. Tilting his skull
to the side as it rested on her shoulder, he did his best to look at her face
from his position behind her. He stayed silent for a few long tense moments as
he just looked at her seeming to not want to let go of her when he had her in
his grasp.
 
“Heh. That was sure a close one wasn’t it, kid?” His voice sounded rougher than
usual and he let out a small chuckle as his body pushed closer against her and
Frisk couldn’t even react as she felt like a deer in headlights. Sans took a
few moments to watch her expression, looking for something and a knowing smirk
over came his features by whatever he had found seemed to please him greatly.
When the skeleton finally pulled away from her, Frisk let out a small sigh of
relief.
 
How Sans had been acting she wasn’t sure if he was ever going to release her.
At least not without doing something. She didn’t know what that something might
be, but she was just so relieved that she didn’t have to found out. Sans never
really did let on to his intentions at times and that always made her feel
cautious. Now she could relax. Now things could go back to a semi balance of
normality. It grounded her and gave a feigned form of safety.
 
The feeling didn’t last long as he didn’t leave the room and when she turned to
face him with a confused look all he had to do was raise a bone brow at her to
realize why he was still there. Frisk felt even more nervous as she glanced to
her change of clothes in the corner of the bathroom. Sudden mortification hit
her at full force. How could she not have realized it sooner? How could she had
thought any differently?
 
Of course, Sans couldn’t leave for her to change. His brother was home. He
couldn’t take the risk.
 
When she opened her mouth to ask that he at least turn around, Sans beat her to
it. Apparently already knowing what she was going to ask. Which she was
thankful that he didn’t deny her unspoken request. Regardless, once she picked
up her clothes, his quiet voice startled her but nowhere near as bad as his
words sent a shiver down her spine.
 
“Ya know, a storm is supposed to be comin’ in tonight and it might be too cold
for ya to sleep in the workshop. Tell ya what. If you behave tonight and don’t
let Paps know you’re here, after my shift you can sleep in my room where it
will benice and warm. What do you say, kiddo?”
 
 
Even if Frisk had asked to stay in Sans room earlier that day, now she wasn’t
so very sure if that was a good idea anymore. Yet, she felt like she couldn’t
just deny any mercy that he was willing to give her. She knew how bad the cold
could get at night during the winter storms. Sleeping inside sounded like a
better idea than hoping the blankets he provided her in the workshop would be
enough for the chill that could become unbearable for her.
 
Still a huge part of her mind was screaming at her that this was a horrible
idea.
 
Frisk had asked him to trust her and this could be the only opportunity that
she’d ever have with the skeleton to earn that said trust. Sans had never let
her sleep inside his home before. Never trusted her enough to allow that one
comfort.
 
She couldn’t pass this up. No matter how wary she was.
 
No matter how much the voice inside her head warned her against this idea.
 
“Thank you, Sans. I’d like that very much.” She resigned herself to whatever
fate accepting his offer would bring her.
 
Frisk had been too distracted with getting changed to see the ever
growingvictorious smirk on Sans face.
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