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.
(But it is strange how he wants to come along? And the fact he didn't really argue with me.) Frisk thought.
"Your nickname will be Whoopee! Because I have no idea!" Lancer finished.
"Whoopee?" Sans asked. That was definitely an odd choice. "Ok...I guess I can go with that."
As they all reached Kris's house, Toriel face went from a smile. "Hello, Frisk!" To a frown upon seeing Sans. "What is he doing here?"
"Sans has been helping me out." Frisk defended Sans to avoid any conflict. "He's actually a good person! Can he please come in too?"
Toriel sighed. "Alright. He may come inside. But I will be watching if he tries anything." She gives a suspicious, irritated look to Sans.
Toriel's looks made Sans super uncomfortable. She was, after all, an angry goat mom watching his every move. He tried his best to ignore her.
Susie went over to Lancer. "Hey, dude," she whispered. "You want to try and get Kris and Ralsei to confess?"
"Oh! Confess what?" Lancer being oblivious again.
"Their feelings, duh! I already told you!" Susie smiled. "They like each other, but neither one of them wants to admit it."
"Oh yeah! Hohoho! What's the plan?" Lancer rubbed his hands together.
While Susie and Lancer were plotting, Ralsei was busy making the cake with Toriel. Kris was awkwardly in the corner since, for some reason, Lancer told her TOP SECRET SUSIE AND LANCER PLANNING SESSION. Whatever that means.
Toriel would keep her eyes out for Sans every so often and then goes back to nodding in approval towards Ralsei.
Sans was obviously awkward. Frisk goes to him. "Are you ok?" She asked.
Sans nodded. "It's just...she keeps looking at me weird. It's kind of freaky." He looked over at Toriel and then quickly back at Frisk when Toriel looked his way again.
"Don't worry, I'm with you." Frisk reassured him. "I know she isn't fond of you... Er... But I won't leave your side."
Saying that last statement made Frisk blush for some reason. (Gah, I'm just trying to make him not feel so awkward and now I go and say that?)
Sans blushed too. "Thanks." He looked away awkwardly. Her saying that made him feel...warm. It was such a good feeling.
"KRIS!" Lancer suddenly yelled out and gotten in her face.
"Wha-" Kris jumped in surprise.
"Are you looking forward to the cake?" Lancer continued.
"I guess." Kris awkwardly responded.
"Is it because it's a cake with LOVE?" Lancer's smile widened.
"Wh-why are you acting like this?" Kris asked through her blush.
"No reason!" Lancer noticed Ralsei coming out from the kitchen. The cake was finally being baked in the oven. Lancer just slid away because that's how he walks sometimes.
Susie saw Ralsei and started to walk behind him with this big smile on her face. Ralsei looked obviously uncomfortable but didn't say anything about it.
"Ugh, you're walking so slowly!" Susie pushed Ralsei to make him walk faster. She pushed him so that he was standing across from Kris, somewhat close. It made Ralsei blush.
Susie went over and stood behind Kris. She shot Lancer a mischievous look and then pushed Kris.
Ralsei's arms wrapped around Kris, and he froze up. His face turned super red. "Sorry..." He said quietly. He didn't move away though.
Kris was close enough to him to feel his breath. Her face was so close to his. Quickly, her face turned into a deep pink while her heart went crazy.
"Ah...!" Kris couldn't even say anything. She froze as she kind of looked at Ralsei in his eyes.
Lancer and Susie gave each other a high five. Frisk started giggling.
"I think we should give them privacy." Frisk whispered to everyone. (It's adorable seeing this side of Kris.)
The others left the room. Kris and Ralsei were alone with each other. Ralsei still didn't move, but Kris making eye contact like that made his heart start to pound. He couldn't meet her eyes.
Say it!
Kris's lips quiver. She started to sweat nervously.
This is your chance!
"I..." Kris felt her face get hotter. "Uwahh..."
What are you waiting for?!
"R-Ralsei!" Kris yelped. "I need to tell you something!"
Ralsei was caught off guard. "Yes? W-what is it?"
Kris still haven't moved from his arms. She feels like if she did, she wouldn't be brave enough to say these words.
"I-I know I've been pretty mean to you..." Kris looked with her eyes. "I have a lot of insecurities... And.. w-well.. I was just super jealous of Frisk... And... uh...Sorry..."
Her blush gotten deeper but she gotten teary-eyed through her frustration. She's a bit scared since she had done a confession before.
What if... It turned out that way again? Kris started to hesitate.
"It's ok...y-you always seemed nice to me anyway," Ralsei said. "I think that you're amazing, so..." He couldn't finish his sentence. He got even more nervous from saying that.
"Uwahh." Kris squeezed her eyes shut in embarrassment. "Wh-what I'm trying to say is that..... I have a crush on you!!!"
Silence. It was hard for her to tell what Ralsei was thinking. But then she felt a few teardrops fall onto her head. "I thought you didn't like me...I have a crush on you too!"
Hearing that from her brought a strong wave of emotion. He wasn't confused anymore. He knew what he wanted. "I want to be with you..." He hugged her tighter as his tears continued to fall. "D-did you change your mind about me being a dummy though?"
Kris gotten more emotional. "I-I didn't mean any of that... I was being stupid and jealous and taking it out on you. You never were dumb!" She held onto Ralsei tightly. She felt so happy that he wants to be with her.
"I was just scared... I thought it was because of Frisk.... That you wanted to be near me. That's why I kept pushing you away. I'm so sorry." For the first time, she started to cry a lot.
"You don't have to apologize. I already know." Ralsei smiled through his tears. "I'm happy that...I know the real you. You made me so happy by just talking to me."
"NOW KISS!" Lancer's voice shouted from the corner.
"Wha-!!" Kris turned into a flustered, irritated mess. "Go away!"
"Aww," Frisk comes from the corner. "Your soft side is so cute. You guys are adorable together!"
Sans awkwardly followed Frisk. (One day...)
"That was a great plan we had," Susie said with a satisfied smile at Lancer.
Ralsei stepped away from Kris slowly, wiping his eyes. He got a little embarrassed with the others seeing everything. "Um...did all of you know about this?"
"I did, Sweet Basket of Eggs!" Lancer smiled like he had planned this all along.
Toriel comes in and pokes Asgore. "OUR girl is truly an adult now." She giggled.
Asgore smiled at her contently. "She really is. I'm proud of her."
As Kris was being teased by her friends and congratulated, Toriel motioned for Kris to come over. She looked at Asgore and then back at Kris.
"Kris. I have a motherly instinct something's going on between you and Frisk." Toriel started.
Asgore took Toriel's paw in his own. "You know her motherly instincts are never wrong," he said in a proud tone of voice. Then he got serious. "Kris, would you like to tell us what's going on?"
Kris didn't feel comfortable being completely honest with them. If they find out she.... tried to kill Frisk....
She's a little aware that she's unstable at times. So she's trying to be honest but also vague.
"I... Just had another episode again... it wasn't Frisk's fault." Kris murmured.
Toriel began to understand, but didn't press further to trigger her more. "Are you ready to try to talk to her? That would be between you and her if you aren't comfortable talking to us yet."
Both parents knew based on her actions around Frisk, that Kris did want to talk to her. They know her very well.
Asgore nodded. He knew that Kris would be able to handle it. Sometimes she just needed some encouragement.
"I am..." Kris looked down. "Thank you." She hugged the both of them. "I'm so happy you guys are together again. Get re-married already!"
Asgore was surprised with that. "Well...if Tori wants to...I would be happy to get married again!" He looked at Toriel.
"Oh my." Toriel giggled. "I thought you'd never ask!"
It's been a strange month. Who knew that a dangerous situation would bring these two together again?
Kris smiled happily. They'll be a family again. Then she went over to Frisk. And then... There was Sans.
"Frisk... Er.. Can I talk to you?" Kris tried not to look at Sans.
Frisk was about to say something.
Sans turned to her. Oddly enough, he didn't seem as mad as usual. "I will...leave you two alone I guess." He sighed. "Be careful."
"Really?" Frisk blinked in surprise. That made her happy. Maybe because this was Toriel's house? Who knows.
"Don't worry. It will be fine." Frisk grinned at Sans and walked away with Kris.
"I... Uh..." Kris fidgeted. "I wanted to say I'm sorry."
Frisk wasn't really surprised. Ever since Kris handed her the clothes, she figured she had a guilty conscience. But she waited for her to continue.
"I'm sorry that I almost killed you. I know it wasn't your fault that you ended up in this stupid body of mine." Kris couldn't look her in the eyes. "I get it if you don't forgive me-"
Frisk gives Kris a hug.
"Don't worry, I already have a long time ago." Frisk hugged onto Kris. Not realizing Sans was kind of close by, eavesdropping to be sure Frisk is safe.
(How does she just forgive her like that?) Sans wondered. (It doesn't make any sense...She almost killed her!)
To Sans's surprise, Kris started to cry. Frisk patted her on the back.
"I feel like you felt bad for a while." Frisk comforted.
"I did. I'm just a messed up person..." Kris admitted.
"Hey, now. We all have bad pasts." Frisk backed up. "But you admitting to your fault makes you a great person in my book!" She exclaimed in her upbeat tone.
"Thanks..." Kris mumbled. Obviously embarrassed.
...
Meanwhile, everyone was getting ready to leave, Toriel took Frisk to the side to talk to her.
"Frisk. I want to explain something to you." Toriel started.
"What is it?" Frisk is kind of nervous.
"I'm so happy you're patient with my daughter." Toriel continued. "Kris... She didn't have a good life growing up. She was part of a child labor unit. They treated her awfully over there. Made her do terrible things. Her emotional outbursts are a cause of that trauma."
Frisk felt a great deal of sympathy for Kris. No wonder she is the way she is.
"Basically, she was a slave. It was illegal for children to be treated that way, but they were. They abused her. I..." Toriel shook her head. "Found the poor girl sleeping in a dumpster. She had awful bruises on her. She was only 4 years old."
"That's horrible..." Frisk was speechless.
"Because of that, she gained a number of mental illnesses. I had to be very patient with her there." Toriel whispered gently. "But she warmed up to us. But it was hard for her to reach out to others." She teared up happily. "I'm so happy she has so many good friends. And now, a boyfriend."
Frisk felt a mixture of emotion. Happiness for Kris. And sadness.
That mother's love...
Irreplaceable.
But....
"Do you have a family?" Toriel asked.
"I do. My parents... They're... Far away now." Frisk smiled sadly.
Toriel decided not to ask any more than that.
As Frisk and Toriel went back to the front of the house, everyone was gone. Sans was waiting for her there. Kris came back into the room after saying goodbye to everyone else.
"Frisk, how old are you?" Toriel asked.
"I'll be 19." Frisk replied.
"I see. Well, that's too bad. I was hoping you'd join our school." Toriel laughed warmly.
"You're welcome anytime over here..." Kris mumbled.
"That's right. If you want to live with us, you can! We can be like a family!" Toriel stated.
"Thanks, but I'm fine. I have a home. I really appreciate it." Frisk smiled sadly as she goes towards Sans. She hated pushing that offer away, but.... She just couldn't accept it.
As Frisk walked over to Sans, it made his feelings get stronger all of a sudden. She chose him over staying with a real family.
(Why?)
They could have provided her with so much more than he could. It could've been almost like she was....home.
(Does she really like being around me?) The thought made his face turned blue. It made him happy that she wanted to live with him.
Toriel looked over at the two of them. She saw how Frisk was smiling towards Sans. They were both about to leave.
"Sans." Toriel interrupted. Her voice was a bit stern. "May I talk to you?"
"Uhh, sure?" Sans gave Frisk a 'help me' face and then walked with Toriel. (What does she want this time?)
Frisk gave a confused expression. Kris just shrugged at her.
Toriel had taken Sans to another room.
"You." Toriel turned to Sans. She had that protective expression on her face that made Sans jump. "I see you two are living together."
(Oh no.) Sans nodded. "Yeah! We are living together....but I promise I'm being nice to her. I mean, she must enjoy living with me if she chose to stay with me." He chuckled awkwardly.
"You didn't exactly leave a great impression with me." Toriel stared in a scolding way. "She seems like a nice girl. You better not hurt her like you did that one day. You better stay good if you are telling the truth."
"I will. And I know. I guess I shouldn't have done that." Sans sighed. "I was just joking around and not thinking of anyone else."
"I see." Toriel wasn't convinced. "I don't trust you, but I can't control what Frisk does. She is at that age. But if I hear you not treating her right, I won't hesitate to speak my mind more. You may leave now."
Without hesitation, Sans left the room. He spotted Frisk and walked over to her. "Well, I got out alive." It was hard to tell if his smile was genuine or not. "We should get back home if you're ready. It would be nice to get to sleep at a decent time."
Walking back home, Sans's mind was foggy. It was like he couldn't think straight but just had a vague idea in his head. He could hear Frisk talking but wasn't sure if it was just his mind playing tricks on him.
Eventually he went back to his senses. "Did you say something?" He asked Frisk.
"Are you ok?" Frisk asked. "Do you have a fever?" She puts her hand onto his forehead. For some reason, his forehead started to feel gradually warmer.
"I-I don't think so." Sans's face was starting to turn blue. He gently grabbed her hand and pulled it away from his head. "I'm fine. I think I should go to bed though."
"Alright, please get some rest." Frisk replied in a worried tone.
As she heard Sans get into his room, her face started blushing.
(I can't believe I did that!) She buried her face into her pillow.
As Sans was in his room, he was thinking about what just happened. The way she touched his forehead made him feel crazy. (I have to tell her! I'm going to do it!)
He got up with a confident look and walked towards the door. (Yes! I'm really going to do it!) Then his hand touched the door knob.
(No! I'm not going to do it!) He ran back to his bed and flopped on top of it, hiding his face in the blankets. (I can't tell her...)
....
A few days later...
Sans was at work. He should be coming home soon. Frisk feels a great deal of pain.
(Oh, great. A flare up.) Frisk winced.
She was sitting on the couch, trying to watch tv. But a pain shot up her leg. Sciatic nerve pain. This stupid couch is making it worse.
On top of that, she has a severe pelvic pain that makes her whimper.
(Gosh, I shouldn't have eaten sweets. Always a pain trigger. Ugh.)
She struggled to look around the house for pain killers. But her searching was futile. She can barely do it. She just stayed on the ground and did some deep breathing to get rid of the pain. But it's so bad. She can't help but gripe and lay on the ground.
(What a rough day at work. Ugh.) Sans sighed as he walked towards his house. (At least I get to see Frisk again. That makes it not so bad.)
He reached into his coat pocket and took out his key. As he went to put it in the door though he dropped it and it went through the cracks in the porch.
"Dang it," he said quietly. He got down and tried to see through the cracks. He couldn't see the key. He stood up and knocked on the door. "Frisk, can you open the door?"
Frisk heard Sans. She tried to answer him. Then she tried moving towards the door. But she let out a scream instead.
(Gah. No no no. I'm sorry, Sans. Ugh. I don't want you to see me like this!)
"Frisk!" Sans frantically ran to a nearby window and looked in. He saw her on the ground. "Hold on!"
He summoned a bone and broke through his own window. Glass shattered on the ground below the window. He climbed in, making sure that he didn't cut himself in the process.
He went over to her and sat down on the floor beside her. "I'm calling the hospital." He pulled out his phone, but was stopped with the motion of Frisk's trembling hand.
"W-wait." Frisk winced. "I'm... fine... I'll be fine... Don't... Worry... The hospital... They won't help me..."
"What are you talking about? You need help!" Sans was starting to get teary eyed. This was the first time Frisk had seen him cry.
She was the first person he had felt close to. The first person he had thought of so highly. He couldn't lose her. He held her hand as though it was the only thing he had to hold.
Frisk was a bit surprised by Sans's expression and squeezed his hand more every time she gotten that spike of pain. "I'm not... Ugh.. Going to die. It's ok. I have a disease called endometriosis. There's no cure for it. Doctors won't do surgery for me since I'm too young. They gave me medicine but that didn't help me either. Even though I seem like I'm in bad condition, it isn't actually serious."
She whimpered in pain and waved it off that she'll be ok. "It's fine. I get pain every day, but I hide it. When it's this bad, it's hard to...."
"Would it help if you slept in my bed?" Sans offered. "I can use the couch. It won't bother me."
(It would help... But...) Frisk blushed more. (That's Sans's bed!!)
"I-I'll sleep on the couch. I'll be fine." Frisk stuttered, but it doesn't look like Sans was taking no for an answer after she ended up curling into a ball against him, while squeezing his hand. The fact that the couch isn't comfortable, it would probably make her pain worse.
Sans lifted her up gently and carried her to his bed. Frisk couldn't argue with him. The warmth of his arms was pleasant. So caring. Aside from her pain, Frisk felt her heart flutter.
He laid her down and sat down beside her. "You need to sleep somewhere comfortable."
Sans's room was so neat and tidy. The smell of his nice cologne drifted off of his sheets.
Sans had that helpless face. Frisk felt like he was wondering what else he can do since the pain didn't stop.
"Do...you have any painkillers? That...Usually gets the pain away." Frisk asked. "I was trying to find them but I couldn't." She whined again.
"Yeah I have some." Sans stood up. (I usually use them for my headaches, but...she needs it more.)
He went to the kitchen and got the painkillers and filled up a glass of water. He returned to the room. "Here." He used his leg to slowly drag over a small table and put the stuff on top of it. "Will this work?"
"Yeah..." Frisk managed to get her words out. With Sans's help lifting her head gently, she was able to swallow two pills. It was a bit silent in the room.
Sans had to watch her suffer a little bit more for a half hour until the painkillers kicked in. Her twisted face of agony finally turned to a calmer demeanor.
"I'm sorry you had to see me like that." Frisk murmured. "And I'm sorry about your window..."
"It's fine. The window can be replaced...eventually." Sans tried to give her a reassuring smile. "I don't get why you didn't tell me sooner though. You just let yourself hurt?"
"I..." Frisk clung onto the blankets. "I never told anyone about my disease. I guess I hid it well."
Not even the other Sans knew. When her period would come, she'd just say it's a bad period. It's 'normal.' Not even Toriel and Asgore understood either. But right now, she doesn't even have her period. Pain can happen at any moment. Frisk can tough it out, but when it's severe like this, it's hard to. This is the first time someone she cares about sees her like this.
"I just don't want to burden anyone with my troubles. I don't like to depend on anyone but myself." Frisk admitted.
"I get what you mean. You don't have to deal with this alone anymore. I want to help you and be there for you." Sans gently touched her cheek, his face blushing. "You actually...made me feel things that I didn't know I was capable of feeling. So I want to be here with you for as long as you'll let me." He looked in her eyes.
B-BMP
B-BMP
Frisk's heart was fluttering and going crazy. Sans's hand felt so warm. Her eyes stared back into his. Her face turned to darker pink hue.
"You...Do?" Those words overwhelmed her and made her feel so happy.
This atmosphere.
"I...oh gosh." Sans pulled on his shirt collar, suddenly feeling warm. "I guess I didn't expect to ever like someone like this. I didn't think I COULD ever like someone like this. But...I do like you. A lot."
"I!" Frisk stuttered. She couldn't believe it.
Sans!
He likes her!!
Honestly, this Sans compared to her other one, she didn't really have much of a personal relationship with. Sure, she had a crush on him.
But the way this Sans acts around her... He was grumpy, yet helped her from day one. He started to get more gentle and caring that made her fall for him even more.
This Sans is... So real.
"I..." Frisk sat up and does that cute squirmy thing girls do when they get shy. "I have always felt the same about you. That day, when you joked about being with Toriel, it did break my heart a bit. Haha." She had happy tears. "But I'm just so happy it wasn't just me. I thought you hated me or pitied me."
"I guess I kind of hated everyone at first," Sans admitted. "But you're different. When I got to know you more...I realized that you're actually nice. You're genuine. You're...you."
"Sans..." Frisk stared at Sans. She's so happy to be with him.
But how long will it last?
That thought scares her.
"As this is something for me to celebrate, I'm also a little scared." She had a frightened smile on her face.
"Why?" Sans tilted his head slightly.
"As you probably can tell already, I push people away a lot." Frisk started. "And I'm terribly terrified of storms of any kind. When I was 6 years old, my parents had taken me somewhere...."