It was now or never. Frisk had to save her friends, their voices rang out one by one, spouting encouragements and praises.
"YOU CAN DO IT NYEH HEH HEH!"
"We have faith in you my child!"
"We are here for you young one."
"U-um! Y-youve g-got this!"
Then that voice, the one voice that could bring her out of even the darkest of times. The voice that soothed her nerves and made her smile.
"im rootin for ya kiddo."
It was then that Frisk was able to pull herself together enough to defeat Asriel, and save his soul. A bright white light blinded her momentarily. When she was able to open her eyes again her friends all stood around her, smiling.
"You did it my child!"
"I knew you could do it punk!"
"I-im so r-relieved!"
"Thank you young one."
But where was-? A shout rang out from behind the wall of friends.
"Papyrus?" Frisk pushed past Toriel, and Undyne. The sight that greeted her tore at her heart. Papyrus was kneeling on the ground, his older brother in his arms, barely conscious, bleeding. Frisk ran over to the brothers and slid to her knees, not caring that the concrete tore at her skin.
"S-sans?" her voice cracked, a knot grew in her throat. The skeletal mans eye sockets opened slowly and the small, now dimmed, lights that served as his irises shifted to look at her, sweat rolling off his skull, his body rattling slightly.
"H-hey kiddo..." Sans weakly lifted his arm up to give her a weak high five but Frisk simply held his hand. Toriel rushed over and knelt down beside Papyrus and gently took Sans' head in her lap. Frisk swallowed hard when the movement caused Sans to cringe and let out a pained gasp. She reached down to pull open his hoodie but Sans stopped her hand.
"thats...probably not gunna be pretty..." he warned, but Frisk pulled his jacket open anyway. A large gaping, bleeding gash was revealed from beneath the blue blood-stained fabric. Frisk felt her heart leap up into her throat.
"Sans..." She whimpered, looking back up to him. Toriel looked away.
"How awful..." She whispered. Papyrus had Sans' other hand firmly gripped in his own.
"Sans, youre...youre going to be okay right?" Frisk asked, though she already knew the answer to that question. He wasn't going to make it. He only had one exp and it looked like more than half of that was already gone. He was fading quickly.
"course ill be okay...itll take more than that t-" He began to cough up blood, causing more pain to surge through his body. His coughing ceased though it took him a few more moments to relax from the pain.
"who am i kidding? im not gunna make it kiddo, im so sorry." He lifted his hand to cup her cheek. Tears flowed freely down the young womans cheek as she leaned into his cool touch.
"frisk..." He said softly, using her name for the very first time. Hearing her name in his voice pulled at every heartstring and she fell for him more even though she thought that was impossible.
"Sans...please..." She whimpered. Asgore had left, no longer being of any need to anyone, while Undyne sat down crosslegged trying her damndest to hold back tears. Alphys sat beside her and tried to comfort her. Frisk turned to the yellow dinosaur looking monster.
"Isn't there anything you can do to help him?!" She asked desperately. Alphys looked sadly to her feet.
"Th-there isnt enough time...i-im so sorry..." She stuttered.
"Frisk, look, its okay." Sans said softly trying to calm her. The young woman turned so abruptly to look at him that tears whipped away from her face.
"No its not!! Its not okay Sans! What am I gunna do without you? What am I going to do when im sad and i need your stupid puns to cheer me up? What about Papyrus? He needs his brother! I cant-!!!" She paused to recollect herself and spoke softer. "I cant live without you. Not now. Not after youve made me fall so deep in love with you. I need you Sans." Sans looked taken aback by her outburst and confession, his hand lifting to touch her cheek yet again.
"Frisk, youre timing sucks, you know that?" A sad chuckle left his mouth. A confused expression crept its way to Frisks face.
"Come on now kid, dont give me that look. You know what im talking about." Frisks look of confusion turned to one of realization and understanding.
"Sans, you-?" She asked. The skeletal man smiled softly.
"Course i do." His words were warm and loving, much different from his usual joking tone. Frisk bit her bottom lip and gently leaned down to wrap her arms around his neck.
"You idiot...." She whispered. Sans wrapped his arms around her as tightly as he could, paying no mind to the pain he was currently feeling.
"Do me a favor kid?" He asked. Frisk nodded against his shoulder.
"Take care of Paps for me? Oh and my jacket. And, dont be sad over me for too long. Mourn, and be sad for a little while, but then I want you to move on. Okay?"
Frisk nodded again, not wanting to let go of him.
"Okay Sans. I promise..."
"hey, look at me." He said weakly. Frisk obeyed and pulled herself up to look him in the eyesockets. He lifted his hand to gently brush through her brown hair and smiled.
"I love you." He leaned forward and pressed his skull against her forehead. Frisk laid a kiss to his cheekbone before reciprocating his words.
"I love you too Sans."
Sans smiled and his eyes shifted to look at his little brother.
"I love you too Paps. You be good for Frisk. Make her your famous spaghetti whenever shes sad okay? Im counting on ya buddy."
Papyrus nodded, rubbing his eyesockets with his scarf.
"I Papyrus w-will do my best t-to keep our human friend h-happy!" He shouted, then looked down towards his older brother.
"Im going to miss you Sans."
"Im gunna miss you too bud."
Sans then glanced up at Toriel.
"Thanks for the jokes Tori. We had some good times. Take care of my girl for me will ya?"
Toriel nodded solemnly.
Sans then laid his eyesockets back on Frisk. A soft, sad smile lifted to his mouth.
"One last kiss for the road?" He asked, tears welling up in his eyesockets. Frisk nodded and leaned down to press a kiss to his lack of lips, her hands firmly pressed to the sides of his face. She could feel his body turning to dust beneath her, and heavy fat tears rolled down her cheeks. Moments later, Frisk was left holding only a blood-stained jacket and a handful of dust. She clutched the garment to her chest and let out a heart wrenching sob that echoed throughout the castle.
Monster tradition was to spread the deceased monters dust over his/her favorite thing, but this was a special case. Since the loved ones he left behind were of a different decent, things were changed. 1/3 of Sans' dust was put in a small urn that Frisk wore around her neck. The other 2/3 were given to Papyrus to do with what he pleased. THe jacket was washed and Toriel sewed up the slash across the front. Frisk wore the jacket all the time, never taking it off except to shower. Getting over the death of Sans would not be easy, but she would make it through. She spent most of her time out by Sans' abandoned puzzles and the spot where they'd first met. Her heart ached as she recalled the memories of the good old days. It tore at her heart, knowing that shed never see him again. "There is a way to bring your lover back..." A lilting voice whispered in the back of her mind. Frisk looked up and saw it. A glowing beacon of hope laid before her.
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