My blue sunshine, don't go away
Toriel quietly opened the door to Frisk's room, peeking inside with a little magical flame floating above her palm. She peered at the bed, and was only slightly surprised to see the ruffled sheets empty. Closing the door gently as not to disturb Flowey, the boss monster softly walked to the stairs, and peeked into the living room.
Still no sign of Frisk. Some times, on particularly cold nights, Toriel would find the child sleeping on the floor near the fireplace, enjoying the warmth, soft crackles, and gentle light it gave off. However, this was not the case tonight, and there was only one place left to check.
Tiptoeing with an ease that seemed surprising for such a large monster, the queen crossed the living room and moved into the hallway to Sans's door. Holding her breath, as if fearing her breathing would awaken anybody, she slowly eased the door open, poking her head and hand inside.
The room was a lot cleaner than his old room had been, with only a few clothes on the floor, and actual sheets on the bed. He even had his treadmill off to one side, though his bed was still just the mattress on the floor. It was the bed that Toriel was looking at as she raised the flame slightly.
Sure enough, the skeleton lay under the messy blankets, fast asleep. Laying next to him, Frisk was cuddling into him, the skeleton's arms wrapped loosely around her, their heads resting against each other's. Toriel smiled softly, even if she felt a bit jealous. Frisk didn't come climb in her bed at night, but she wished she would, though she couldn't blame the child for going to Sans.
She had known for some time that the two had a special bond, something deeper than she could really understand. But Sans was very likable, and she trusted him not to hurt Frisk in any way. So long as the child had somebody to lean on, Toriel decided she would be happy for her, even if she herself wasn't that somebody.
She smiled as she backed up and gently closed the door, leaving the room dark once again. Sans peeked an eye open, and pulled the cover up over Frisk's shoulder before shifting a bit to get more comfortable. "your mom came in again," he whispered.
"I know," Frisk mumbled, her fingers wrapped loosely around one of his ribs.
"still ain't told her about the nightmares?"
Sans sighed, drawing the human closer, feeling her cling to him. "she's just worried about you. maybe you should-nah, never mind. ain't my place to tell ya' what to do about that stuff. besides, neither one of us wants to spill about the timelines, and you can't exactly tell Tori what the nightmares are about unless you do."
"She'd worry even more.....if she doesn't stop trusting me first." She held tighter to the skeleton, suddenly trembling in his arms. "I don't want that to happen, Sans."
He held her close, letting her feel a caring pair of arms holding her. "ah, kid, don't do that to yourself," he soothed, running his fingers through her hair. He had to wonder if all humans had a thing for having their hair played with, or if it was just Frisk. "i can't guarantee how she'd react if she knew, but she ain't just gonna throw you away."
She sniffled softly, burying her face into his neck. He sighed, resting his chin on top of her head. "you know, kid, you're starting to spoil me," he joked. "getting all this attention? gee, how am i ever gonna go back to sleeping alone?"
"You don't have to," she replied. "You could always stay here."
The skeleton's smile softened. "i know that i could, but i can't just leave Papyrus all alone. we've lived together our whole lives, i don't think either of us could take living alone. besides, you'll still have Toriel, and Asgore every other month. you'll be alright."
"But I want you here," she insisted.
He sighed, a soft chuckle filling her ears. "get some sleep, kid. we'll talk in the morning."
"Afternoon," she corrected. "You always sleep late on Saturdays."
Sans shook his head. "just go to sleep, you knucklehead."
When morning came, Frisk reluctantly untangled herself from Sans, the blankets, and the sense of comfort they brought. It was a little early, but she wanted to start her chores and maybe surprise Toriel. She didn't like her chores-not that any kid did as far as she knew-but she wanted to show she was more than willing to do things when they were asked of her.
'It is better to look helpful and productive, than to be helpless and a burden.' She'd heard that same line every day for most of her life, and she took it to heart. As much as she didn't want to think of her life before the monsters, many of life's hard lessons had been taught to her in those years. She would remember them, and make sure to never repeat her mistakes.
After pulling on her snow clothes, Frisk hurried outside to the back of the house to the small shed, and grabbed a long pole like looked similar to a hoe, only the 'blade' was made of a longer and thicker piece of wood. It was tool monsters used to knock down icicles hanging from their houses, and knocking them down was one of Frisk's chores.
She closed the shed door, and moved around to the side of the house where the ice was thickest. Lifting the pole up, she whacked the wood against the ice, causing it to crack. A second strike caused it to fall as Frisk stepped back to avoid getting hit. She was somewhat grateful for the chore, it was a good way to work out her mounting frustrations.
Her thoughts went back to a few mornings ago. Everything had been going smoothly since she and Sans had patched things up. Granted it still took a bit of time, but mostly she had been over everything by then. That's what made it all the worse.
Another icicle fell.
Papyrus had been talking about some new anime Alphys had shown him, going on and on about the characters and their romantic struggles while trying to save the world from evil. All typical stuff she had seen in all the other shows the scientist watched. Of course, Sans kept cracking jokes about everything Papyrus said, which had made her and Toriel laugh.
Two smaller icicles broke, falling to the snow.
Then, the tall skeleton had said it. "WELL WHEN WE MOVE INTO OUR HOUSE NEXT WEEK, YOU CAN WATCH WHATEVER YOU WANT ON YOUR TV, AND I'LL WATCH WHAT I WANT ON MINE!"
Frisk had dropped her fork like it was on fire, staring at the skeleton's for a moment, then lied saying her food had been too hot, and asked to be excused. She had spent an hour in the bathroom afterwards, pacing the small space anxiously. Her mind and heart lost in inner turmoil as she came to grips with the reality of the swiftly approaching departure of the brothers.
She furiously whacked at another icicle, hitting it with all her might. It was thick, and would take a lot to break it, but she had the energy for it. She'd been wanting to get her feelings out, but there was no one she could really trust to tell it to. Besides, she knew what they would say.
It's for the best.
They need their own space.
You'll get sick of living with them.
You can always go visit-they're just down the road from Asgore.
Frisk hammered at the icicle, letting it take the brunt of her rage. She didn't see it cracking through as she had shut her eyes against the falling chips of ice. She didn't see when it came loose, the pointed tip falling straight towards her.
Toriel jerked awake at the sounds of running footsteps hurrying past her room, and the bathroom door slamming shut. The boss monster rubbed her eyes as she got up, slipping her feet into her slipper as she pulled on her housecoat. She paused as she opened the door, frowning at the dirt and snow tracked across the carpet. She marched over to the bathroom door, and rapped her knuckles against it. "Frisk, you'd better clean up this mess when you finish," she called, but stopped as she heard a soft whimper with her keen ears. "Frisk-are you okay? I'm coming in!"
She saw the child at the sink, a rag pressed it her face as she whipped around to face her. The goat-like monster's eyes darted to the sink, seeing swirls of pink on the white porcelain as they made their way down the drain. "Frisk-what happen?!" she exclaimed as she quickly knelt by the child. "Here, let me see it!"
Being as gentle as possible, she carefully lifted the rag, trying to ignore her flinches. A gash ran down the side of her face, narrowly missing the corner of her eye, running from temple to mid-cheek. "Oh my goodness-Frisk!" Toriel exclaimed. "What happened-how did you do this?!"
"A big icicle......" she mumbled, one hand holding onto the counter as she fought back a wave of nausea. "I was knocking them down, and a big one fell on my head."
Toriel wet the rag, then began to tenderly dab the wound. "What we're you thinking? Knocking down icicles by yourself-you could have lost your eye!" Removing the rag, she carefully pressed her fingers to the injuring, her hand giving off a soft orange glow. "I wish healing magic worked well on humans, then I could just fix you right up. But the best I can do is stop the bleeding."
"I'm sorry," Frisk mumbled, cringing slightly as Toriel slowly drew her fingers over the gash, the magic making it scab over almost instantly. "I was trying to surprise you....."
"Well I'm certainly surprised," she stated, cupping her cheeks. "No more icicles. I'll take care of those from now on." She sighed, kissing the human's forehead. "Oh, my poor child. Do you want anything for your head? We have a little medicine Alphys is sure you can take to relieve pain."
Frisk shook her head. "I'm okay," she replied. "I'll go clean up."
Toriel grabbed her shoulders as she tried to move past her. "I'll take care of it. Go lay back down, you look ashen. I'll bring you a drink in a minute."
"Do as I say, Frisk," she coaxed, nudging the child back to her bedroom. "It'll be alright, my sweet."
Having little choice, Frisk pulled off her heavy snow clothes, and climbed into her own bed. It felt empty and lonely, like something was missing. 'Sans won't be here anymore,' she reminded herself. 'You'll have to get used to being alone at night again. He's not gonna be there after the nightmares, you'll have to get through it on your own now. It's back to how it was before.' She whimpered softly into her pillow.
Things always when back to the way they were before.
After a bit of persuading, Toriel finally let Frisk move into the living room to watch TV. She sat on the couch, curled up against the arm as she sipped hot chocolate while watching monster cartoons. She drank slowly, nervous about the slightly unsettled feeling in her stomach. The last thing she wanted was to throw up, and scare Toriel even more than she already had.
She kept the blanket she had snugly around her, resting her head lightly on the pillow, hoping not to aggravate her headache. The human glanced to the kitchen, hearing Toriel moving around as she made breakfast. That meant Papyrus would be up soon, either to help, or be the first to eat, depending on how hungry he was. But that also meant he would be loud, which would make her head pound, and if she was unlucky enough, alert Sans to the issue.
It wasn't something she was looking forward to, but hopefully it wouldn't be as bad as she thought. She turned her attention back to the TV, and tried to get her mind off everything. It was part of what she loved about TV, it ability to take her away from her problems, if only until her eyes left the screen.
Behind her, she heard Papyrus's door open, and braced herself to deal with the upcoming drama.
As she suspected, the skeleton had been loud and concerned for her face. He had even tried to heal her although Toriel had told him it was a wasted effort to try again, but being the sweet skeleton that he was, he refused to give up without even trying. Yet the result had been the same, the mark was still there.
Sans hadn't woken up for breakfast, which he never did on a Saturday. That allowed Frisk to watch her cartoons with Papyrus without having to worry about him. Though that meant she was just putting it off until later. Once the cartoons were over, it was time for Frisk to finish her chores, as was Saturday morning routine. Toriel had reluctantly allowed Frisk to continue, but had asked Papyrus to keep an eye socket on her just to be safe.
Outside, the human decided to begin with shoveling the path from the door while Papyrus went to fetch wood for the fire. Thanks to Toriel's fire magic, they didn't burn nearly as much wood as humans needed to, but they would still need to get more from Asgore's as he was the one who chopped the wood. He had insisted upon it as he didn't seem to trust the overly eager Papyrus to swing an axe.
As she reached the end of the path, shoveling the last bit of snow, Frisk paused to wipe her brow. Her head was starting to hurt more, but she tried to ignore it. With Papyrus helping, she'd get all her chores done faster. All that was left was to pack for her trip to Asgore's to spend the month with him.
She stopped, her hands tightening around the handle of the shovel. That meant the brothers would already be long gone by the time she got back. A sigh escaped her, making her feel deflated as she turned, and headed for the shed to put the shovel away.
"what's with the long face, kid?" She jumped slightly, finding Sans almost directly behind her. His glowing pupils shifted immediately to the gash. "Tori told me you got nailed with an icicle. you feelin' okay?"
"I'm okay. My head just hurts," she replied. It was the truth, but more of a half-truth. There was a lot that was responsible for her obviously sour expression. "I leave tonight....."
The skeleton nodded, ambling after the human as she headed back towards the shed. "Asgore'll probably smother you with attention once he sees that thing," he mused. "he'll try to outdo his usual level of spoiling."
"Maybe," she replied, hanging the shovel on a nail in the wall by its handle. A hand landed on her shoulder, making her pause. She slowly turned to the skeleton, seeing the uncertain smile on his face.
"kid, you really okay? you know you can tell me anything......right?" he said. "i mean, you've been a lot more talkative since we came up here, but lately you ain't been saying much. you're not.....you're not still afraid of me......are you?"
She shook her head, then instantly regretted it as it made her vision tilt crazily for a moment. "I'm not scared."
He eyed her a moment, then slowly withdrew his hand. "if you're sure, buddy."
As Sans had predicted, Asgore had gone all out once he seen her face. Normally the big monster treated her delicately, knowing how physically fragile a human could be, and tended to do most things for her. But he had stepped in up a notch and did everything. He did all the chores alone, constantly kept a hot chocolate or chocolate milk in her hands-completely disobeying Toriel's 'twice a day' rule on sugary drinks, and cooked dinner by himself-macaroni and cheese with pea, carrots, and hamburger, Frisk's favorite dish from the king.
Then in the evening, after he had read her a bedtime story, which he insisted upon, and she didn't really mind as she liked listening to the silly voices the large monster managed to make, she had shyly asked to sleep with him. He had been all too eager to have her join him. The good part about sleeping with Asgore was that he was always warm and his soft fur made snuggling a must, the only drawback was his occasional bouts of snoring.
The month seemed to pass quickly, as it always did with Asgore, the days filled with fun and games and the nights with stories, movies, and general bonding. It all made it so easy to forget that home with Toriel wouldn't be the same. But when the last night came and went and it was time to return, she felt reluctant to leave.
As per usual, Toriel greeted her with a warm hug and shooed her to the kitchen for a snack while she spoke with Asgore. Frisk set her bag down on the chair next to hers, and stopped. It would never be Papyrus's chair again, he'd even taken the name tag he'd stuck on the back of it with him.
The snack forgotten, Frisk hurried out of the kitchen, and headed into the hall, opening Sans's door. The room beyond was empty, the furniture he'd brought was gone, the boxes he'd been too lazy to unpack were gone, even the treadmill was gone. All of it, gone. Gone. GONE.
The only thing left, was a pair of socks laying in the middle of the floor.
She shuffled into the room, lowering herself to her knees as she scooped up the socks. They were completely plain, except for his name written on the bottoms in marker. She tucked one into each of her pockets, and quietly moved back into the kitchen to grab her bag. The last thing she wanted was to eat.
The phone rang a few times before someone answered. "Hello?"
"Toriel? What's the matter? You sound upset."
"I am!" she whined. "You won't believe it!"
"What? Are you and Frisk okay?"
She sniffled, rubbing her nose on her napkin, her uneaten dinner sitting in front of her, and Frisk's equally untouched plate across from her. "We.....we had a fight," she whimpered. "I-I don't.....I don't even know what started it! She just-she actually yelled at me-I've never heard Frisk raise her voice before!"
"Oh, Tori, I'm so sorry. I'm sure everything'll work out alright," he assured. "Frisk is a good girl. She was probably just having a bad day. What did you do?"
"Sent her to her room. She didn't even eat anything. Oh she's going to be so hungry later....." she murmured. "Asgore, I don't know what I'm going to do-I can't handle this!"
"You've always hated punishments," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "You used to say you wished you could throw those punishments away."
"Of course I want to throw them away-they're completely useless and nothing but a pain in everybody's necks!"
"Grounding a naughty child is hardly painful."
She snorted. "You would think that, wouldn't you? I don't care, I still don't like them and I never will. Nobody deserves such a punishment."
"Well how long are you grounding her?"
"I don't know......I honestly haven't thought of what I want to do."
"What if you had her help Alphys with something? It would be more like a chore, and she could always use some help in her lab. Plus it would get Frisk out and moving instead of staying in her room."
"Oh, now there's a good idea. I could send her off in morning. I doubt anybody would care." She nodded to herself. "Yes, I think I'll do just that. Thanks for the suggestion......and, uh, for listening."
She could all but hear the smile in his voice. "Anything for you, Toriel."
Frisk quietly snuck out of the house that night. She had listened to Toriel on the phone, saying many familiar sounding things. 'I can't handle this', 'they're useless', 'I don't like them'. She knew what those lines meant, she'd heard them enough to understand it.
With a backpack of clothes, money, and a few snacks on her back, the human took to the snowy mountain trail, guided by the beam of her flashlight. It was dark with a cloud passing over the half moon above her head, but Frisk had learned not to be afraid of the dark. Though she was still afraid of what could be hidden in it.
She had one goal in mind; reach the human city in the distance from the mountain. Once she was there, she'd figure something out. There wasn't much she could do for a job there, but she'd at least be able to find a shelter that might help her along.
Clouds of steam formed around her lips as she panted softly as she jogged down the path, her boots sinking nearly three inches in the snow. She held tight to one of the straps of her backpack, occasionally flicking the flashlight's beam into the dark woods on either side of the path, as if it would ward off any unwanted things lurking about. It felt like hours had gone before she passed Asgore's house. She cast it a long look as she hurried by, silently saying goodbye to the fatherly monster. But she shook her head, knowing he wouldn't care after a while, and her departure wouldn't hurt him for long.
As she ran out of breath, Frisk slowed to a walk a few minutes later. She loosened the scarf around her neck, letting some of her body heat escape to cool down a bit. The beam of her flashlight landed on a large shape in the dark, revealing the wood of the newly built home. She'd reached Sans and Papyrus's house.
The human slowed to a stop in front of it, staring up at the windows. A gust of wind blew, whipping up dusting a of snow from the branches above her and the house, the snowflakes glittering in the first rays of moonlight that managed to peek through the clouds since she had left. The human took a step towards the house, her eyes looking longingly at the door, but a weight in her chest forced her to turn, and keep following the trail. There was nothing to be done in that house. It was time to move on, same as always, and she couldn't let herself get drawn in again.
With Determination coursing through her, she quickened her step, and left the house and it's occupants behind.
The night wore on, the wind sweeping up little flurries around Frisk as she walked, her flashlight cutting through the dark like a sword. Her boots crunched in the snow, leaving deep footprints in her wake as she yawned, feeling the weight of sleep beginning to press down on her. She glanced around, shining her light over the area.
It looked like she was about halfway down the mountain, if she was remembering the place correctly. The monsters had gone all the way to the base of the mountain a few times with her, mapping out the path and making plans for future development. A pile of large rocks off to one side definitely looked familiar to her.
She crossed over to them, walking around to the far side, recalling a pocket between the stones that would at least keep the wind off her. Clearing out dead leaves and a bit of snow that had been blown into it, she crawled inside, setting her backpack down behind her as a pillow and turned off her light while she pulled her hands into her sleeves, and wedged them into her pockets. She curled herself up against the cold, and wearily closed her eyes. Once she woke up, she'd finish making it down the mountain and head for the city.
Turning her head slightly, she snuggled into the furry lining of her hood, biting her tongue to hold the urge to cry at bay as she tried to get some rest.
The first thing Frisk became aware of as she began to stir was how warm she felt. She had expected to be chilled, especially her face. But somehow she found that wasn't the case. The second thing she noticed was how comfortable her backpack was as a pillow. Lastly, she liked the way the hand in her hood was playing with her hair.
Her eyes snapped out as the realization dawned on her. She quickly looked up, right into the familiar smile and glowing pupils of Sans. "morning, kiddo," he greeted. "sleep well?"
She immediately sat up, finally noticing that his hoodie had been draped over her, leaving him in just his white turtleneck. He was also leaning back on her bag, and looked content to stay where he was. "so, where you off to?" he asked. Frisk didn't answer, and handed him back the jacket without looking at him. He shrugged. "yeah, guess that's none of my business, is it?"
Frisk held her hand out silently, wanting her backpack. The skeleton lazily looked over his shoulder, then looked back to the human. "mind if I walk with ya' for a bit? might as well see ya' off since you're leaving."
He wasn't going to hand it over, that much she knew. So she nodded, and stood up, brushing herself off as he climbed to his feet as well. The skeleton pulled on his hoodie, and slung the bag over his shoulder, holding it by the straps. He gestured with a boney hand. "lead the way, buddy."
They set off together, with Frisk walking a few steps ahead of Sans. The human didn't speak, but Sans looked around, appearing to be enjoying the scenery. "bet this'll all look nice in spring," he commented. "maybe you should come back and visit so you can see it for yourself."
He waited, but got no reply. Though it wasn't what he wanted, he had expected it. Frisk was a master of the cold shoulder and the silent treatment. He recalled the time Undyne had played a prank on her that had gone a bit too far, and ruined a gift Frisk had been working hard on to give to Toriel for her birthday. The kid had driven the fish-woman crazy with her complete lock-out, and it didn't end until Undyne-THE Undyne-had publicly apologized.
The skeleton chuckled at the memory, earning a slight glance out of the corner of Frisk's eye. "i was just thinking of that time Undyne messed with you. i still can't believe she shouted her apology out loud in the middle of Tori's party. she really cares about you if she was willing to do that."
He was greeted by more deafening silence. "c'mon, kid. why don't you talk to me?" he asked. "if i gotta go the rest of my life without ya', at least give me something to remember you by."
She stopped abruptly, her hands balled up into fists as they trembled. "What do you want, Sans? You can't make me go back."
"i know, and i don't wanna try-that'd just make you wanna leave even more," he replied. "i just......i wanna know why. that ain't too much to ask, is it? i thought you were happy here, that you liked living with all of us. wish i had known, then maybe i could've fixed it-"
"YOU CAN'T FIX BEING UNWANTED!" she screamed, whipping around to face him. "YOU CAN'T FIX WHAT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND-NONE OF YOU WILL EVER UNDERSTAND IT!"
Sans stared in shock. He'd never heard Frisk yell before-and boy what a yell it was! Clearly there was more going on than he could see. "then tell me," he insisted. "give me an idea, kid. what's going on?"
She spun back around, marching off as she rapidly blinked the tears away. This wasn't something she talked about-ever. She didn't need pity, and she'd been just fine on her own before the monsters, and she'd been just fine again without them.
A hand met her chest, forcing her to haul. He had somehow gotten in front of her. "kid, you ain't getting out of this until you talk to me. is it nightmares? the other timelines? you know that stuff d-"
"It's not that," she replied, her voice breaking. "I don't wanna talk about it."
"you obviously need to," he coaxed, gingerly brushing her hair behind her ear. "c'mon, buddy. you gotta know i don't want you to disappear on me. just tell me, and.....and if you still wanna go, i'll take you where you wanna be. deal?"
"cross my bones and hope to fly."
She lowered her head, clenching fistfuls of her pants. "My.....my parents didn't want me. They threw me away when I was a baby, left me at a hospital." She sniffled, covering her eyes as the tears fought their way free. "I've had eight foster families.....they all sent me back!"
Sans's pupils shrank to pinpricks of light. "wh-what....?"
Frisk swallowed hard. "I heard my guardians Mr. And Mrs. Lee talking about it a while back. We all get a month trial period to see if we like each other, but all the families I went wanted a different kid-they told them they didn't like that I don't talk much, that I don't play with the other kids, that they-"
The skeleton snatched her forward by the front of her jacket, clutching her to him. He shook as he all but crushed her to him. "shut up, i can't take listening to another word of that crap!" he hissed, florescence blue tears streaking down his cheekbones and dripping onto her hair. "do you think we don't want you? that we wouldn't care if you left? what the hell would put such a boneheaded idea into your skull?!"
"i don't care, Frisk!" he exclaimed. "even if by some twisted joke that true, i want you, and i ain't letting go until you realize that!"
She hiccuped, resting her head helplessly on his shoulder. "I was so excited about my first family. I loved them so much......I can't care about anybody that much anymore.....it hurts so much when they leave you behind."
"then how do you think i feel?! i don't even have a heart, but you're sure as hell ripping something out of me!" he stated. "Frisk......i love you, and.....i can't just let you leave like this. this last month without you, it sucked big time. i couldn't believe how used to living with you i already was-i actually woke up the other day and turned over to talk to you because i didn't want to get up yet......and when i didn't see you, i had to remind myself you weren't there anymore. i laid there for another three hours just staring at the ceiling before Papyrus came to get me."
He buried his face into her hair. "i hate making promises, but this one i wanna make. i promise i'll never stop loving ya', kid. i'll never stop wanting you around."
She cried softly into his shoulder, holding him tight. "Sans, I wanna go home."
He huffed softly, petting her hair. "you already are home, buddy."
"SANS, WOULD YOU HURRY UP?" Papyrus huffed, balancing a stack of colorfully wrapped presents in his arms as he walked up the path to Asgore's front door. "WE'RE LATE AND I NEED YOU TO OPEN THE DOOR!"
"just knock with your foot, bro," he said, holding only a small box in his hand.
"I AM NOT KICKING THE KING'S DOOR, LAZYBONES!" The door suddenly opened, and Papyrus peeked through the stack of gifts. "OH THANK GOODNESS-THANKS FOR GETTING THE DOOR, UNDYNE!"
"No problem. We could hear you coming from down the road," she stated, grabbing some of the gifts. "One of these better be for me!"
"OF COURSE ONE IS! I WOULDN'T FORGET ABOUT YOU!"
"Good, because I'd pop off your legs and use them in fencing practice with the kid," she said as they all moved inside. "Speaking of which-HEY PUNK! THE BONEHEADS ARE HERE!"
They turned as they heard footsteps running from the kitchen. The human came sliding around the corner in a pair of socks with faded marker writing on the bottoms and a beaming smile. Sans couldn't help a bigger smile than usual. It had been nearly a year since the kid had tried to run, and she seemed to have changed so much in that time.
She grabbed both of the skeletons in a hug, squeezing them tight. "I missed you guys!" she exclaimed, then grabbed their arms, tugging them to the living room. "Sit down-we're about to start presents! We were waiting for you!"
"OF COURSE, THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS ALWAYS THE HIGHLIGHT OF ANY SOCIAL GATHERING!"
Sans grinned. "yeah, they were really looking forward to your 'presents', bro."
"what? do you already want to 'wrap this up'?"
"OH GODS I GIVE UP!"
Frisk laughed, and hurried back towards the kitchen. "I'll get your cocoa."
The monsters all gathered together in the living room around the roaring fire, exchanging gifts and laughs. Sans pulled out his present from Frisk, a long dark blue scarf. "thanks, kid," he said as he unfolded it. "it looks g-" He froze, finding words stitched into the fabric in a pale sky blue.
'You are my Sunshine
My only Sunshine
You make me happy
When skies are grey
You'll never know, Dear
How much I love you
Please don't take my Blue Sunshine away'
Beneath the words was a sun, made of hearts and bones. He looked up as Frisk was opening his gift to her, a locket with his and Papyrus's pictures in it. Watching her face light up seemed to warm his very soul. "Oh Sans-I love it!" She suddenly leaned over, and firmly kissed his cheek.
The whole room seemed to have stopped, all eyes staring at them. The silence was broken by Undyne, who began to laugh obnoxiously loud. "He's blushing-his whole face is turning blue!"
The skeleton quickly collected himself, and using his magic, hit the fish-woman's forehead with a ball of wrapping paper. She blinked, then grinned. "Oh, it's is so ON!"
"Sans!" Frisk giggled. After the festivities had ended, the human had gone back with the skeleton brothers to their home. She had once again taken up residence in the older brother's bed.
He chuckled, peeking an eye open. "whatcha want, kid?" he asked, idly stroking his fingers through her hair. It had grown almost to her shoulders since her last haircut, and he found he like this look.
"Nothing really. I just can't sleep."
"aren't kids suppose to find it hard to sleep before a holiday?" he teased, turning onto his side as he pulled her closer. "is this better?"
"Yeah," she replied, wiggling closer. "Thank you for my present."
He huffed. "that's the third time you've thanked me since bedtime."
"Well it's pretty!"
Sans shook his head. "well, i sure liked my gift too," he replied. "but why did you put 'Blue Sunshine'? is it because of my magic?"
She giggled. "No~"
The human lifted her head, and kissed his teeth. She smiled as a blush crept across his face. "Because of your blush."
He laughed, and pulled up her shirt to attack her sides. "you sneaky little noodle!" She squealed and laughed, trying in vain to wiggle away from his teasing fingers. "oh no you don't! you ain't getting away from me, bucko!"
The door to the room suddenly opened as Papyrus poked his head into the room, having been secretly playing with his new action figures when he'd heard the noise. He gasped, and raced over to the bed, carefully throwing himself into the mix. "FEAR NOT, HUMAN! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, SHALL SAVE YOU!"
Frisk laughed as the brothers rolled off onto the floor, playfully wrestling. It was funny to watch Sans constantly slip free of Papyrus's grasp, and try to drag him down with his full weight on his shoulders. The human jumped on top the larger brother, shouting "Dog pile!"
"DOG?! WHERE?!" Papyrus exclaimed, wildly looking around.
Sans leaped on him, using himself and Frisk to take his brother down. "well 'dog' gone, Pap, it looks like you've taken quite a 'licking' there, bro."
"I KNOW AND I HATE YOU FOR IT!"
Frisk giggled, and hugged the two skeletons. Somehow, despite the odds, Frisk had found the courage to let others back into her heart, and she knew that she would never be cast aside again. Now she had a family, friends, and a home, and it was all thanks to her Blue ray of Sunshine guiding her through the dark.