Quantumtale After Life

"DIS-GUST-ANGGGG! I am NOT drinking something that has some of Sans bone in it!" Frisk said, scrunching her nose at the liquid in a bottle. Sans pretended to gag at it. Gaster frowned. 

"I will PAY!" Sans perked up but Frisk shook her head. 

"I can't do any experiments today....I have a very important thing I promised Metta I will help with!" Sans' jaw almost dropped. 

"you?! saying no?! TO MONEY?! who are you and what did you do to my girlfriend?" Frisk rolled her eyes. 

"Listen...I would drink that umm...thing...but i really need to do this, ok? I can--" 

"Guess Frisk doesn't have the balls..." Gaster said. Sans covered his mouth in shock and Frisk turned around with anger. 

"EXCUSE ME?!" Gaster and Sans stared at each other and smirked as they handed her the drink. She frowned and downed the drink. Sans smirked and chuckled. 

"guess we're making profit out of this~ yeet!" He downed his as well. For a second the two stood still and then they blinked. Sans eye-lights changed to a more red-ish light and Frisk's eyes had a blue tinge to them. They frowned. 

"I don't feel any different..." She said. Sans snorted. 

"speak for yourself! i actually feel like doing something!" Frisk frowned a bit more and hummed. 

"I feel like I don't want to do anything...Also horny." Sans looked at her in shock. Gaster smirked and clicked his pen. 

"It worked!" Papyrus looked at his father in disbelief and at the two teenagers looking confused. The small skeleton face-palmed. 

"I AM SORRY TO SAY THIS BUT...YOU ALL ARE IDIOTS." 

"so we switched personalities..." Sans said with a narrowed look as he eyed Frisk. Frisk looked between his legs. 

"And it seems to be working since only NOW I'm noticing THAT!" She said pointing at him. Sans face-palmed. 

"concentrate frisk!" She smirked. 

"Don't rattle your bones, lovely-bones." She said as she put her hands behind her head. Sans inhaled and exhaled. He picked the pillow up and threw it at her face. 

"i'm going for a walk." Frisk started chuckling. 

"Never thought you had it in your bones." Sans snorted. 

"oh my god- i'm so annoying..." 

"we're seriously going to school like this...." Sans said on the bus as he was sitting down and Frisk was holding onto one of the belts hanging down. 

"Whaatttt? It might be humerus~" Sans snorted. 

"frisky, baby-bones....you're a punning pervert. that's usually MY job..." She shrugged. 

"Fair enough." Suddenly the doors of the bus opened and a lot of people climbed in. Frisk got pushed towards Sans. He sighed and caught her, pulling her on his lap. 

"watch it, frisk." She giggled and rubbed her neck awkwardly. 

"Sorry-...are you hard??" She asked, amused. He looked away. 

"shut up." She snorted and he flushed in embarrassment. Guess he didn't change so much. 

Frisk was leaning back on her chair, balancing on two legs and Sans was doing her tic, where she would twirl the pencil around her fingers like a maniac. Louis and Luka eyed them funny. 

"What is wrong with you two...?" Frisk and Sans looked at each other and then at the two humans behind them. 

"Don't know what you're talking about." They both said at the same time. The two frowned at them and they only smiled innocently. That's when a girl came up to Sans. Frisk, being the dramatic bitch she usually was, nothing could possibly take that away and now with Sans possessive personality? Oh ho ho. This bitch was in for a treat. 

"Sans--" Frisk put her legs on her boy-friends lap and raised a brow at the girl. The girl immediately froze, jealousy written on her face like how a child would write a big A on a piece of paper if asked to show you how they do it. And Frisk liked it. She enjoyed the jealousy. Sans raised a brow at the girl. 

"yes?" The girl frowned. 

"Why is she doing that...?" The girl asked. Frisk smirked. 

"What? Can't a girl have her legs on her boyfriends lap? That's what I thought." The girl froze in shock. 

"soooo?" Sans asked. The girl backed away as Frisk quietly snarled at her. 

"N-Nothing." Frisk smirked with satisfaction as the girl left and Sans turned to her, frowning. 

"really? was that necessary?" Frisk scoffed. 

"Duh." Frisk said. Sans snorted.

"you're a dork." 

"DARLING! YOU PROMISED ME YOU WOULD DO THIS FOR ME! THE SHOW IS TODAY AND LOOK HOW MANY PARENTS CAME!" Mettaton said. Frisk sighed. 

"But i'm so lazyyyy....can't i do it tomorrow?" Sans frowned and then smirked as he got an idea. 

"i'll buy you tacos." Frisk shot up like burned, her eyes twinkling. 

"TAKE ME TO THE DRESSING ROOM!!" Sans didn't know what was happening...nor did their friends. However, they decided to ask a parent. 

"Oh? Ah yes, we're here for Mettaton's Musical show. Different numbers from musicals will be presented! Exciting!" A woman told them. Chara was laughing in her sit as they were now sitting, waiting to see what Frisk was up to. Mettaton was up in the front, directing everything. 

"WELCOME, DARLINGS! NOW, WITHOUT FURTHER PRESENTATION SINCE YOU ALL ARE DYING TO SEE MY SHOW, WE SHALL START WITH THE BEST NUMBER. THE CELL BLOCK TANGO!!" Sans raised a brow amused. 

When the curtain was pulled Frisk was on stage. She looked bored and has a lazy look plastered on her face but with one inhale, she changed to a totally different person. The dancers around her were another 5 other girls dressed with that same outfit she chose. Sans face was blue now seeing it on her. She was wearing some high heeled shoes. There were 6 chairs on the stage. They all had red paper fans. The music started playing and Mettaton looked so absorbed in what was happening on stage she seemed to forget everything around him. To be honest he couldn't really look away either. 

"Pop." Frisk's fan was closed. The dancers followed her. 

"Six. Squish. Uh uh. Cicero. Lipschitz." They started going around the chairs with their fans. Suddenly Mettaton got up and said. 

"And now, the six merry murderesses of the Cook County Jail
In their rendition of the Cell Block Tango" In a grave voice. Everyone clapped. That's when Sans took in the outfit. The costume was a black costume with lace tights. It had a bow-tie as well. Sans flushed even more. 

"Pop, six, squish, uh-uh, Cicero, Lipschitz
Pop, six, squish, uh-uh, Cicero, Lipschitz
Pop, six, squish, uh-uh, Cicero, Lipschitz" Frisk continued as they kept going around the chairs. They from time to time would do some step or raise their legs up. They picked their chairs up and set Frisk's chair in front of the other 5. They started dancing using the chairs as support. They would jump and twirl with their paper fans. It was mesmerizing.

"He had it comin'
He had it comin'
He only had himself to blame
If you'd have been there
If you'd have seen it
I betcha you would have done the same" They were holding the back of the chairs and were stomping on the beat of the song. At the last part they pointed to the audience with the fans. Sans face-palmed. 

"of course she'd get herself in something like this..." He said. Toriel looked at him with twinkling eyes. 

"YOU KIDDING?! THIS IS AWESOME!"

"Pop, six, squish, uh-uh, Cicero, Lipschitz
Pop, six, squish, uh-uh, Cicero, Lipschitz" They all kept singing. That's when the dancers started singing quieter and Frisk's voice raised above them without fully covering the words.

"You know how people have these little habits that get you down
Like Bernie" On que at the name she hit the closed paper fan against her hand and slowly sat down leaning back on the chair. 

"Bernie, he liked to chew gum
No, not chew, pop" On the pop she put her right leg on top of the left one with an over-dramatic manner. Sans couldn't look away. He felt excited. He almost wanted to cheer with the people in the room. Damn this personality switch-

"o I came home this one day
And I'm really irritated
And I'm looking for a little bit o' sympathy
And there's Bernie lyin' on the couch, drinkin' a beer and chewin'
No, not chewin'
Poppin'"  She leaned forward in her chair and put her hand together. She was resting her head against them. The dancers were fluttering their fans and doing small dances in the background...but no one cared. Everyone's eyes were solely on Frisk.

"So, I said to him, I said "You pop that gum one more time"
And he did" She said with a over-exaggerated distress as she got up. 

"So I took the shotgun off the wall
And I fired two warning shots" Frisk opened her paper fan and started fluttering it behind her head. 

"Into his head" The whole room must have felt the chill right there and the thrill of watching her acting. It was like magic...

The dancers and Frisk started singing and dancing together again. 

"He had it comin'
He had it comin'
He only had himself to blame
If you'd have been there
If you'd have heard it
I betcha you would have done the same"  The moves were so well thought. Her friends weren't sure how she managed in these heels. Frisk got on the chair in the front and fell backwards using it's back. She picked it up with ease twirled it and she sat down using the back to support her hands as she was looking at the audience. She let her head fall backwards and picked herself up again. 

"I met Ezekiel Young from Salt Lake City about two years ago
And he told me he was single
And we hit it off right away
So, we started living together
He'd go to work, he'd come home
I'd fix him a drink, we'd have dinner
And then I found out
"Single" he told me
Single, my ass"  She said as she got up from the chair and hit her butt with the closed fan. Everyone in the room chuckled at that. 

"Not only was he married
Oh no, he had six wives
One of those Mormons, you know
So that night when he came home from work
I fixed him his drink as usual
You know, some guys just can't hold their arsenic" She said as she opened her fan and made a gesture with her fan as in cutting her neck. 

"He had it comin'
He had it comin'
He took a flower
In its prime
And then he used it
And he abused it
It was a murder
But not a crime" They were dancing again with their chairs. She twirled her chair again. Some of the dancers were singing in the background 'Uh-uh, Cicero, Lipschitz'. She sat down again. 

"Now, I'm standing in the kitchen
Carvin' up a chicken for dinner
Minding my own business
In storms my husband Wilbur in a jealous rage
"You been screwin' the milkman, " he says
He was crazy
And he kept on screamin'
"You been screwin' the milkman"" Frisk says then she stands up on the chair. 

"And then he ran into my knife
He ran into my knife ten times" She says as she opens her fan and flutters it. Sans could totally understand why Mettaton asked HER to do this. 

"If you'd have been there
If you'd have seen it
I betcha you would have done the same!" After that part Frisk switched her fan. It was a white one. She started dancing ballet around the chair as the music slowed down and it was almost angelic. She was speaking another language they didn't know...but they didn't need to. At the end one of the dancers asked. 

"Yeah, but did you do it?" Frisk opened the white fan and shook her head. 

"Uh uh, not guilty!" The music almost stopped at the next part. Only the dancers were singing in the background. She picked up the red fan again and got up as she fluttered it looking like a diva. Chara whistled next to him. 

"Man, she's good." Chara said. Undyne nodded. The fish monster was so absorbed they could barely nod. 

"My sister, Veronica and I had this double act
And my husband, Charlie traveled round with us
Now, for the last number in our act
We did these twenty acrobatic tricks in a row
One, two, three, four, five, splits, spread eagles
Back flips, flip flops
One right after the other
So this one night before the show we are down at the Hotel Cicero
The three of us, boozin'
Havin' a few laughs
And we ran out of ice
So I go out to get some
I come back, open the door
And there's Veronica and Charlie
Doing number seventeen
The spread eagle" The music stopped and she looked at the audience with a stern look. They all held their breath and leaned forward, waiting for the next part. She started fluttering the fan again. 

"Well, I was in such a state of shock
I completely blacked out, I can't remember a thing
It wasn't until later
When I was washing the blood off my hands
I even knew they were dead" On the last word she hit the fan closed on her hand. They all cheered. Sans couldn't help but feel proud that that was HIS human. 

"They had it comin' 
They had it comin' 
They had it comin' all along
I didn't do it 
But if I'd done it 
How could you tell me that I was wrong?" On every beat they would raise their legs they twirled they danced they fluttered their fans. Frisk didn't even misstep she did it like it was running in her blood. But Sans knew better than to doubt his super-talented human that managed to free the whole damn Underground. 

"They had it comin' 
They had it comin' 
They had it comin' all along 
I didn't do it 
But if I'd done it
How could you tell me that I was wrong?" That's when the music started becoming a beat again. The dancers took their seats with the back towards the audience. 

"I loved Al Lipschitz
More than I can possibly say
He was a real artistic guy
Sensitive, a painter
But he was always trying to find himself
He'd go out every night looking for himself
And on the way" Frisk closed her fan and gestured at 4 of the dancers. Each one closed their fan on que. 

"He found Ruth
Gladys
Rosemary and Irving" She said as she then made a gesture of disgust as which the dancers gave her a stern look and re-opened their fans. Such detail...how did she get the dancers to match her so well...? This must have been some Broadway well known dance or something...

"I guess you could say we broke up
Because of artistic differences
He saw himself as alive 
And I saw him dead" At the last part Frisk got up and opened her fan and all the dancers did as well. Luka got up and cheered. The whole room followed. Frisk broke her character a bit to snort but she quickly adjusted back to it. 

"The dirty bum, bum, bum, bum, bum
The dirty bum, bum, bum, bum, bum" The dancers all said as they came closer to the audience.

"They had it comin' (they had it comin')
They had it comin' (they had it comin')
They had it comin' all along
'Cause if they used us ('cause if they used us)
And they abused us (and they abused us)
How could you tell us that we were wrong?
He had it comin' (he had it comin')
He had it comin' (he had it comin')
He only had himself to blame (he only had himself to blame)
If you'd have been there (if you'd have been there)
If you'd have seen it (if you'd have seen it)
I betcha you would have done the same"  They were dancing, twirling, fluttering their fans, jumping over the chairs, twirling them. All the dancers then started talking alongside Frisk.  The dancers would back-up almost every single one of Frisk's lines. The end finally came. They all sat down on their chairs. 

"You pop that gum one more time! Single my ass
Ten times! Miert csukott Uncle Same bortonbe
Number seventeen, the spread eagle
Artistic differences" The lights went out, their backs facing the audience. Each one said one of the words Frisk sang at first. They opened their fans right as they said it and the lights shined on each one from above. 

"Pop, Six, Squish, Uh uh, Cicero, Lipschitz" Then the lights went out fully and the song ended. It was a brief moment of silence before everyone started howling with cheers. Mettaton was clapping as well. Yeah...Frisk was awesome. 

Frisk came bored-ly up to Sans and looked at him unimpressed. He smirked and started chuckling. 

"you did great, baby-bones--" 

"Food." She said. Sans face-palmed. He forgot she was now a lazy-bum like him. 

"alright. let's go." She smiled and started walking, but she was still in her costume. Some guys decided to whistle at her. Frisk scrunched her face up in disgust and turned her head towards them, her eyes a crimson red, swirling with magic. Sans hissed and grabbed her by the shoulders, pushing her forward. 

"okkkk....let's just go!" She rolled her eyes and took his jacket to cover herself. He didn't protest and he teleported both of them to get some taco's for her.