Chapter Eight

                                    

                                          
Ever since that bath incident, things have been awkward with Frisk and Sans. Sans turned into a flustered mess whenever she was around. He did apologize to Frisk A LOT after she had come out of the bathroom.
                          
Frisk let it go because it obviously wasn't on purpose. She did say sorry to him for throwing things at him. But she kind of growled that she wouldn't have done that if he didn't gawk at her like that.
                          
She didn't feel violated though. She know Sans is a good guy. Especially with how he's acting around her. It's... So very strange now.
                          
Her thoughts were interrupted with a knock at the door. It's been awhile since they've received any company. Frisk isn't comfortable answering the door yet. This isn't her house. She's just a guest here.
                          
"Someone's at the door!" Frisk called out to Sans.
                          
Sans went out of his room and opened the door up. He saw the group outside. "Uhh...can I help you?" He spotted Kris, and shot her an angry glance.
                          
Kris looked away, not returning a glare back.
                          
"Whoopsies! It looks like we got the wrong house!" Lancer goofily commented towards Susie.
                          
"Er, maybe?" Susie responded. "Is Frisk here?"
                          
Frisk heard familiar voices and peered over behind Sans to see the notable Fun Gang.
                          
"Oh, hiya." Frisk smiled. "What brings you all here?"
                          
"FRISKIES!" Lancer shouted.
                          
"It's Frisk." Frisk giggled.
                          
"Oh. FRISK!" Lancer continued. "Would you like to come hang with us at Kris's house? There's going to be cake! Who can deny cake?!"
                          
"Oh. About that-." Frisk darted her eyes around. She feels a bit uncomfortable. She's been avoiding Toriel as much as she could. Seeing her made her sad. No one can replace her Toriel. Yet her friends, minus Kris, is making it hard for her to say no.
                          
"Come on, Frisk!" Susie insisted. "You're part of the gang too!" 
                          
Ralsei saw Sans looking angrily at Kris. He felt a bit intimidated by him. He stepped closer to Kris. Kris kept looking down, but she blushed a little bit with Ralsei stepping closer towards her.
                          
Sans turned to Frisk. "You should stay here," he told her. "I still don't trust Kris."
                          
Frisk was torn what to do. She even saw Kris. She was quiet for some time. Usually, she would be snapping at her already, which Frisk found weird.
                          
Part of the gang, huh?
                          
Frisk's anxiety makes her hesitate, but those faces looking at her. Like she's really their friend. She sighed and caves in.
                          
"Sans. It's alright." Frisk looks over to Sans. "I'll be going with them." She has to face Toriel sometime, right? She gave him a smile that seems so...
                          
Heartfelt. 
                          
It made his SOUL flutter. "Fine," he agreed reluctantly. "But I'm coming too."
                          
"Quit telling Frisk what to do!" Susie said, causing Sans to give her an angry look.
                          
"No fighting!" Lancer stuck his tongue out like a puppy. "You can be part of the fun gang too!" He points to everyone part of the group. "Here we have Purple Girl! Then former blue girl with Kindboy. Cat Food! And you can be.... uhh..." He goes deep into thought as he stared at Sans. 
                          
"It's ok, Susie." Frisk reassured. "Sans is just looking out for me."
                          
Susie didn't answer, but just huffed.