Music, dancing, and a funeral
Frisk smoothed out her skirt when she finished pulling her blue dress over her head. She examined her reflection briefly in the mirror before brushing out her short dark locks. She found it strange that she would again be attending another funeral, especially so soon after she had just been to Mittsy’s. The three monsters who had fallen down during the failed raid on the Hollywood’s ware house were being given a final farewell in the bar downstairs. Usually all three would be given their own proper sendoff, but their dust had been mixed together in the panic and fighting during the retreat with no way to tell them apart. It had been decided then that all three would be honored together with one big ceremony.
Frisk sighed to herself before grabbing Mittsy’s magenta jacket and throwing it over her shoulders. Though she was no longer bandaged or bruised, and had no need to hide her arms, she still decided to wear it. She was sure that Mittsy also wanted to be a part of the celebrations, and be present to wish her fellow fallen comrades a final farewell.
When she came out of the bathroom Papyrus and Sans were already waiting for her on the couch. They both were also back in their best suits. Papyrus had finally fully recovered, and to Frisks relief it seemed that Sans was also in better spirits now that his brother was back to his normal energetic self.
“Ready to go kid?” Sans asked as he hoisted himself up off the couch. Frisk smiled and nodded before she followed behind both the brothers as they led the way down the stairs to the bar below.
The ceremony had gone just like how Mittsy’s had. The procession had arrived carrying all three of the fallen monsters dust, Asgore had given a speech followed by Undyne who had her wounded shoulder bandaged and her arm in a sling. She commended her lost men with the highest regard, before falling back to her position alongside Asgore. Then the final toast was given before the celebration commenced. Frisk sat at the bar along with Papyrus after the final respects to the fallen monsters had been paid. She laughed and joked with the others that had begun partying, but she couldn’t help but feel like something was off.
As her gaze wandered around the room to all the celebrating Pansy members, she saw that their smiles seemed a little forced, and their laughter felt just a tad to empty to be really considered convincing . It took her a while to place what it was exactly that was lingering behind all of their composed façades, until she realized that it was fear. Four had now been lost thanks to the smokers, and word had already moved through the Pansies organization that the weapon was spreading throughout the Under City. Everyone was in danger now, and anyone could be the next on the list to be mourned.
Frisk frowned when she realized how troubled everyone really was. They were all scared, all terrified that they would be the next one that their comrades would be saying goodbye to. She didn’t blame them, but was disheartened to see that their fear had managed to sully this most important and sacred of monster events.
“Heya kid, why the long face?” Sans asked as he took the empty bar stool next to hers. Frisk snapped her head toward him as she quickly pulled on a smile to hide her concerns. Today was not a day for frowns after all.
“It’s nothing.” She said dismissively. Sans only raised a brow bone at her entirely unconvinced, Even Papyrus looked skeptical.
“You’re gonna have to try harder than that kiddo, now what’s eating ya?” Sans said with a smug grin. \
“YES FRISK, PLEASE TELL US WHATS WRONG.” Papyrus added.
“Well…. It’s just the atmosphere feels a little heavy tonight.” She finally answered. Sans then turned his pinpricks outward to scan over the rest of the bar. He wasn’t surprised to see that the kid was right. Sans hummed in response.
“it seems everyone’s a little bit down in the dumps today.” He agreed. “Welp, guess we’ll just have to give em a pick me up.” he said as he quickly hopped off of his chair, before heading to the front of the crowded room. Frisk watched him go in slight curiosity. She turned over to Papyrus to ask what he was up to, only to find the younger brother huffing in his seat while he ground his teeth together in annoyance.
“SANS, YOU BETTER NOT BE DOING WHAT I THINK YOU’RE DOING!” Papyrus called after his brother. Sans only shot him a wink and a lazy wave from over his shoulder, which seemed to confirm Papyrus’ suspicions as he sighed in defeat.
Sans stood in front of the loud crowed of celebrating monsters. He cleared his throat briefly before he placed his thumb and index finger between his teeth and blew a loud sharp whistle, which effectively gained everyone’s attention almost immediately.
“Heya folks, sorry to in-trumpet but I’ve got a little announcement for you all.” He said with a wink, earning him a few confused chuckles. Frisk also tilted her head as she watched, wondering what Sans had up his sleeve this time. Papyrus groaned loudly.
“Heh, I see that my humor isn’t quite to your forte as that one seemed to fall a little flat.” He continued, and suddenly a few other monsters started moving behind him all carrying instruments. They began to set them up as Sans continued to throw jokes at the crowed.
“But you see, that’s just a minor setback to the major performance that we got planned for you all tonight.” Sans quipped. More monsters started to laugh as they began to understand the music related puns.
“See our late friend Cheeko, who we all came here to honor tonight, was quite the music lover, and man could he rock the hell out of the bass.” Sans continued. “So we all decided to orchestrate a little show in his honor, you know send him off on a high note. He said shooting his audience with another heavy wink. The drummer rolled his eyes from behind Sans, before hitting his snare and symbol creating the classic punch line rim shot.
‘Ba dom tsssss.’ Sans took a look over his shoulder to see that the band was indeed ready and waiting.
“Welp, that’s my cue folks.” He said. “But anyway, let’s have fun tonight. You know, drink, joke be merry, and all that jazz.” He finished, getting in one final joke before taking to his seat and pulling out his trombone. Frisk perked up immediately in interest when she saw that Sans was one of the band members. She had been curious about his musical side ever since he had told her that he played.
The drummer briefly counted them in before the band was in full swing. The bass strummed a steady rhythm, the piano added in a nice accompaniment, and the drummer kept everyone in time while the soprano saxophone sung a sweet melody that resonated through the bar. The monsters all whooped and cheered as they let the music take all of their worried thoughts away. The heavy atmosphere that had been hovering over the entire tavern now began to dissipate, like storm clouds after a spring rain.
Sans raised his trombone and began to play second horn to the saxophone. He chanced a look over the audience and was glad to see that everyone had found their real smiles again. Then his pinpricks wandered over to Frisk at the bar. She was watching absolutely enthralled, her eyes were completely alight as a big smile stretched across her pink pinched cheeks. Sans all of a sudden felt a swell of pride form in his soul as he swiftly took of his fedora in preparation for his solo. He was feeling pretty good at the moment, and figured he’d add in a little extra flare, and show Frisk a real demonstration of his talents. It was rare when he had the urge to put in the added effort, and it had also been a while since he had last shown off after all.
As the saxophonist finished off the last bar Sans jumped into his solo. He didn’t hold anything back as he blew strong and steady, surprising even a few of his band members. He used his hat as a muffler of sorts to give his instruments lovely raspy voice its full range, and also to put on the best show. Sans peeked open one of his sockets to find Frisk, and was defiantly more than satisfied to see that she was on the edge of her seat. Sans couldn’t help the confident crack of a smirk that started to tug on his cheekbones as he continued to belt out the melody, finishing his solo off with a howl. The audience whistled and cheered and Frisk clapped animatedly among them. Sans chuckled inwardly, pretty pleased with himself as he handed the reins back over to the soprano saxophonist, but he made sure to not pull back completely.
After a few more tunes Sans tapped out for a break, leaving the band to continue entertaining the bar full of now very jaunty monsters. A few had even begun to pair off and dance along to the music. Sans smiled widely as he made his way back over to the bartop where Frisk and Papyrus still sat.
“So kiddo, what did ya think of the show?” He asked. Frisk immediately beamed at him.
“Sans that was fantastic!” She said her voice full of enthusiasm. “I wish I could have heard you play sooner.” Sans felt a slight blush rise to his cheekbones at her compliment, as well as another proud swell in his soul.
“I MUST ADMIT THAT YOUR PERFORMANCE WAS EXCEPTIONAL BROTHER, BUT DID YOU REALLY HAVE TO START IT WITH ALL OF THOSE HORRIBLE PUNS?” Papyrus added.
“Heh, sorry bro. I know my jokes can be quite pun-ishing to the comically challenged but if you just give them a chance I’m sure that you could punderstand the joy in it.” Sans replied with a shrug. Papyrus’ socket twitched as he turned away while trying his best to ignore the obnoxiously large smug smile on his brother’s face.
“Awe common Paps, why so quiet? You know I’m only messing with ya right?” Sans began, his smirk growing larger.
“SANS, DON’T YOU DARE.” Papyrus warned.
“After all, you’re my only little brother.” Sans continued as Papyrus began to seethe in his seat. “ You’re pun in a million to me bro.” Sans said as he broke into a laughing fit. Papyrus slammed his head on the bar top dejectedly.
“BROTHER WHY.” He moaned.
Sans turned his gaze back over his shoulder to Frisk as he expected to see her folding over herself with laughter at his barrage of quality jokes. But to his slightly disappointed surprise, he instead found her distracted as she was staring across the room at the group of monsters who had started to dance to the jazz bands sprightly tunes.
Sans raised a brow bone. Normally, Frisk was quite good at putting up a decent front to her wants, but in that moment Sans found that he could read her like an open book.
“Hey kid, you wanna give it a try?” He asked. Frisk snapped her gaze back toward him, before her cheeks turned red at being caught staring.
“Uh, no um… I really don’t know how.” She said in protest, but Sans simply ignored her resistance and hopped of his stool before he offered her his hand.
“It’s not too hard. Here I’ll show you.” He said.
Frisk cheeks turned about a million shades darker at Sans proposition, but if she was honest with herself it did look like all the other monsters were having a lot of fun. She had to admit that she was curious to try it out for herself.
“Ok.” She finally said as she moved forward to accept Sans’ outstretched hand.
As he lead her out to the dance floor Frisk couldn’t help the giddy energy that began to form in her soul. She watched the other monsters briefly as she and Sans made their way through the crowed . They all moved to the rhythm with such ease and grace, but at the same time there movements were completely loose, and almost seemed to be entirely spontaneous. Some were even adding in intricate looking spins and twirls as if it were like second nature to them. As she watched the other monsters continue to dance, Frisk found excitement begin to spark behind her eyes. She wondered if Sans was going to teach her how to move like how they did.
“Ok kid.” Sans said as brought them both to a stop in the outer ring of the dance circle. “First things first, we’ll get some basic foot patterns down sound good?” He asked.
Frisk smiled brightly back at him and nodded firmly. Sans chuckled at her obvious enthusiasm as he took one of her hands and placed it on his shoulder, before moving his own hand to rest right above her waist. Then he grasped lightly to her free hand with his own in a traditional waltz position.
“Alright, so now you’re just gonna follow my lead.” Sans instructed as he began to move his feet slowly along to the easy rhythm. Frisk furrowed her brows in concentration as she stared down at the floor, trying her best to copy his movements with her own. Sans couldn’t help but laugh.
“What?” Frisk questioned now frowning at him. Her cheeks were a little pink from embarrassment.
“Sorry, sorry, you uh, don’t have to try so hard pal.” Sans said when he managed to stifle his giggles. “Just focus on the rhythm and follow my pull.” He said.
He then began to go through the same basic steps again, and Frisk tried again to follow along with his steady lead. Though, she found it very hard to keep her eyes from wandering back down to the floorboards to look at her feet. Sans let go of her waist briefly when he saw her gaze shifting downward and caught her by her chin before tilting her face back up again.
“Remember, chin up.” He instructed. “Eyes on me kid.” Frisk felt herself start to blush again as she nodded slowly back to him.
It was a lot harder then what she had first thought as many of her attempts had ended up with her stepping rather harshly on Sans toes. She would immediately apologize and break away from him, but He would only tell her that it was fine before pulling her back to try again, even though Frisk knew that she had seen him wince on more than one occasion thanks to her missteps .
Now though, she seemed to finally understand. It took her a while to realize that in order to succeed she had to surrender her control, and simply allow the music and Sans to lead her onward. It was tricky at first as she had never really been comfortable with the idea of someone else having so much influence over her actions, but soon she began to relax in to his gentle coaxing as his movements informed her where to step next.
“There you go, now you’re getting it.” He said with a grin, and Frisk couldn’t help the pleased little smile that broke onto her face at his praise.
They continued like that for a few more songs, and soon Frisk began to feel a little bashful. In her concentration she hadn’t realized just how close she and him were standing, or how she had no real choice but to stare into his eyes if she wasn’t going to look at her feet. It was actually rather intense and Frisk found that her heartbeat had begun to pick up as nervous butterflies continued to flutter around in her stomach. Sans however, seemed to be doing just fine as he gazed at her with the same relaxed half lidded eye sockets and lazy grin that he always wore.
“Not bad kid.” Sans said. “Now, let’s see if we can add in a little bit more pizzazz.”
Before Frisk could even ask what he meant, Sans pushed her out and away from him, resulting in her spinning outward as Sans held his arm over her head, encouraging her to spiral. Frisk giggled happily as Sans let her go. She spun a few more times before she bumped into something solid standing behind her. Frisk looked upward and was about to apologize to the individual who she had just bumped into, when she was instead greeted with Papyrus’ smiling face looking down at her.
“WELL BROTHER, I SEE THAT YOU HAVE DONE A GOOD JOB AT TEACHING FRISK THE BASICS, BUT NOW I THINK SHE IS READY FOR A MORE REFINED DANCING STYLE, DON’T YOU AGREE?” Papyrus said as he quickly spun Frisk inward into a tango like position. Sans chuckled at Frisks confused face as he began to saunter over to the bar.
“Sure thing Paps.” He said. “My dogs are barkin anyhow. I’ll be over at the bar when you’re done.” Sans then continued over back toward his seat. He couldn’t help the larger than usual smile that pulled on his cheekbones, or the light spring in his step as he retook his barstool.
“Well isn’t she the little minx.” Sans heard a familiar sly voice sound from right next to him. Sans turned his pinpricks to the voices owner, finding Jack lazing on the bar top. His teeth were glinting in a predatory smirk as his half lidded eyes followed Frisk and Papyrus dancing around the tavern floor. Sans tensed. He knew what that look meant.
“Don’t even think about it Jack.” Sans cautioned as his good mood became sullied by the coyotes obvious crude intentions. Jack turned to him a look of feigned confusion presented on his face.
“Awe what’s the matter Sansy? Don’t tell me she’s already somebody’s moll?” The coyote sniggered. “I didn’t think you Pansies were so open to the prospect of human company.” Sans just rolled his eyes at Jack’s comments.
“Heh, never thought you’d be willing to risk so much for a skirt yourself.” Sans chided, but in reality he wasn’t surprised. Though he did consider Jack a good friend, he could not approve of the coyotes insatiable appetite when it came to the ladies. Jack was a professional heart breaker if Sans had ever seen one, always coming up with some ruse or phony tear jerking story to make a girls heart swoon before disappearing the next morning with another notch carved into his bedpost.
“Hey now, human or monster I don’t discriminate. As long as they got a good pair of legs, who am to judge? Plus, limiting ones palate is a sure way for one to grow bored.” Jack countered with a devilish smirk.
“You also gotta admit that there’s something very exciting about that whole taboo thing when it comes to chasing after a human girl, they’re pretty rare around these parts you know?” Jack continued, his gaze shifting back to Frisk.
“So Sansy, how’s about you help a pal out and introduce me?” Jack asked, waggling a suggestive eyebrow in Sans direction. Sans clenched his fists hidden in the pockets of his slacks.
“Nope.” He simply replied. Jack cocked his head to the side.
“What’s this now?” He asked as his smirk grew wider. “Sans my boy, don’t tell me you already got first dibs? Wow, never really took you for the guy who liked the fleshy one- .” Sans snapped his dark sockets over to Jack, effectively shutting him up, before he could finish his less than tasteful comment. Jack backed up with his hands raised defensively, catching on immediately to Sans’ more than obvious warning.
“Ok ok, I get the hint, the girls off the menu.” He said, though Sans still didn’t feel very satisfied as he continued to narrow his sockets in Jacks direction.
“Yesh, this girl must be something special for you to get so riled up.” Jack said, continuing to probe.
“She’s a good friend of the family.” Sans replied firmly. “And also my underling, which means that you gotta watch that slick tongue of yours buddy.” Sans snapped.
“Say no more.” Jack said as he made the gesture of him zipping his lips shut. “I didn’t know that she was a member. I will hold my sinful tongue from here on out.” He continued, raising his hand as if he were taking an oath over the bible. Sans backed off a bit, but still didn’t trust that phony innocent expression that Jack was trying to bate him with. He made a mental note to not let the sly dog out of his sight for the rest of the evening.
“So, I’m guessing that there’s more to your visit then just the chance to harass the ladies here.” Sans said, eyeing the coyote next to him. Jack smirked.
“You know me to well Sansy.” He replied.
“How about you tell me what you found.” Sans said. “And then we can both go back to enjoying ourselves.” Jack’s grin visibly faltered at Sans’ request, as a nervous air took over his disposition.
“Well about that.” He began. “I uh, did my usual digging as requested but unfortunately….I got nothing.”
“Nothing?” Sans repeated surprised.
“Yeah sorry, if I had to guess this monster that you’re looking for must be a ghost type cuz I can’t find a trace of him anywhere.” Jack said with a shrug. Sans chuckled slightly at jacks comment despite his disappointment.
“I got your cash here since I came back empty handed.” Jack continued as he motioned albeit reluctantly to retrieve Sans’ payment from his interior pocket. Sans stopped him however as he suddenly got an idea.
“Hold on their pal.” He said. “Why don’t you keep that on you for a little while longer? I got another job in mind.” Jack perked up as he returned the stack of cash to his hidden pocket.
“Well then how can I be of service?” He asked, the curious glint back in his eye.
“It’s uh, more of a side project.” Sans answered as he briefly turned his head over his shoulder to make sure that Frisk and Papyrus were still occupied. “One of a more personal interest.” He continued.
“Sounds intriguing.” Jack said raising an eyebrow.
“I want to know if you can find out about a female monster who put up a human kid for adoption around ten years ago.” Sans instructed in a hushed voice. Jack tilted his head keenly.
“A monster raising a human? Boy Sans, you sure do always got the most interesting work for me. I’ll see what I can do.” Jack answered as he hoped off of his chair.
“Thanks pal I appreciate it.” Sans replied before Jack wandered away to join in with the rest of the party.
“Who’s your friend?” Frisk said as she retook her seat, after she had gotten back from the dance floor. Sans jumped a bit in his chair. He hadn’t noticed her wander over.
“Oh, that’s Jack. He does some side errands for the Pansies at times.” Sans answered briefly, before quickly changing the topic of the conversation.
“So you done dancing already, did Paps wear you out?” Sans continued. Frisk smiled as she waved over to Grillby for a soda to refresh herself.
“Ya, he got a little competitive with a Migosp. I think they’re still deciding who the better dancer is.” She said. Sans turned his head over his shoulder to see his brother pulling out all the stops, and even going so far as to jump on a table top to outdo the other monster. Sans smirked.
“Yup that’s Papyrus alright. Heh, he’s the best.” He said.
“Say, now that I have you here I’ve been meaning to ask you about something.” Sans continued. Frisk cocked her head to the side.
“I found some of those advertisements by the couch and I was wondering if they were yours.” He asked . Frisk stiffened slightly in her seat. She had almost forgotten about those.
“Oh, yeah those are mine.” She answered.
“You looking to move out?” Sans asked.
“Well I figured I shouldn’t mooch off of you and Papyrus forever.” Frisk replied with a light laugh.
“Heh, I guess that’s true.”Sans said with a shrug. “Though you could’ve talked to me about it first.” He added, letting one of his pinpricks to roll over toward her. Frisk then seemed to grow a little uncomfortable as she began to fidget slightly in her seat.
“I was going to talk to you about it.” She said, all of a sudden averting her gaze. “Before this whole crazy mess happened with the Hollywood troop, but you were… busy.” Sans cocked a brow bone.
“Busy?” He questioned.
“You were with a lady friend.” Frisk said simply, keeping her eyes downcast. Sans froze in his seat.
Oh. He had forgotten about the fox women that he had been acquainted with that evening. He hadn’t realized that Frisk had seen him with her, and all of a sudden his previous air of confidence shattered, leaving him feeling like he was grasping at straws.
“Huh, lady friend?” He replied eloquently, for a lack of knowing what else to say.
“Ya she was the really pretty fox monster that was laughing with you at the bar.” Frisk explained, now turning to Sans. “I thought that you would appreciate the privacy.”
Sans fumbled slightly with his response, not really wanting to confirm Frisks accusations, though he knew that he hadn’t really done anything wrong. Yes he had flirted with the vixen, but that wasn’t any sort of a crime. He was a free agent, a grown skeleton that could do as he pleased after all, but something about the fact that Frisk had seen it made him feel incredibly guilty. Frisk just continued to stare at Sans expectantly awaiting his response, and something about her unusually cold eyes made him feel nervous, like he was under some sort of an interrogation.
“Oh yeah, I guess I remember her.” He replied as he averted his gaze. “Nice lady.” He finished weakly. Frisks shoulders seemed to slump slightly, before she pushed herself up out of her chair.
“Where you going kid?” Sans asked. She turned to him with a slight smile.
“I think I’m going to head to bed. I’m feeling a little worn out all of a sudden.” She replied.
“Well hey if you want, I can try and help you find a place that’s not too pricy.” Sans offered as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “But you know, there’s no rush or nothing.”
“Sure, Thanks Sans.” Frisk replied as she made her way through the crowed and up the stairs.
Sans couldn’t help but feel his soul sink as he watched her go. When she disappeared from sight Sans turned back to the bar and let his head fall forward heavily on to the counter. Damn it.
Grillby walked forward with a whisky already poured. He placed it next to his now very sullen looking friend. Sans peeked out from behind his arms before reaching out for the drink.
“That was quite the performance you put on.” Grillby said. Sans took a sip of his drink and shrugged.
“Eh, ya figured I’d send old Cheeko off on a good note.” He quipped, even though he really didn’t feel like joking all of a sudden. Grillby seemed to notice as well as he leaned over the counter top bringing himself closer to Sans.
“Are you sure that was the only reason?” He asked. Sans turned his pinpricks toward him.
“What are you getting at pal?” He questioned. Grillby sighed slightly before briefly checking over his shoulder to make sure that no one was paying attention to their conversation.
“What I’m getting at is how close you have seemed to be with your underling as of late.” He replied while raising a steely eyebrow.
Sans stiffened in his seat. Had it been so obvious? He knew that he had been a little lenient with himself when it had come to acting on his impulses, but he hadn’t thought that he had done anything that would raise suspicion… Though maybe dancing with Frisk in a bar full of his comrades hadn’t exactly been the smartest move, however, Papyrus had danced with her to, and nobody had even so much as batted an eye.
“Sans I can guarantee that no one has caught on to you yet.” Grillby stated, noticing Sans' stiff posture. “If they had then there would be rumors flying all over my bar.” He added.
Sans let out a sigh as his shoulders slumped forward. Grillby was way to observant for his own good, and it wasn’t like he could deny the accusation, his friend knew him far too well for that.
“Well you got nothing to worry about Grillbz cuz nothing is going on.” Sans said with what he hoped was a reassuring smile. Grillby only stared onward unconvinced.
“Sans.” Grillby said, his tone suddenly switching to one filled with understanding. “I don’t want you to deny yourself happiness, but Frisk is a human. It would be dangerous for both of you if you were to get involved with her.” He stated. “I only want you to be careful.” Sans gruffly stood from his seat, as he had no desire to get into this sort of a conversation with any one.
“Relax pal.” He said sternly. “I already told you, there is nothing to be concerned about.” Sans then laid down some cash for his drink, before disappearing back into the crowed and away from the bar. He quickly moseyed over to a rowdy table of happy monsters as he fastened his grin back onto his face. After all, tonight of all nights was not made for frowns.
When Frisk finally made it into the quite seclusion of the brother’s apartment she quickly flopped down onto the lumpy green couch with an exaggerated groan. She then kicked off her heals and buried her face into her pillow as she continued to vent out her frustration.
She knew that she shouldn’t have brought the fox monster up, but she couldn’t help it. She knew that Sans had done absolutely nothing wrong by talking to her. He was a full grown mobster after all, and could very much as well do what he pleased. But, Frisk still felt jaded whenever she was reminded of the private scene that she had walked into, even though she had no real right to be.
Frisk grumbled as she tossed the pillow angrily across the room. She hated feeling like this, like she was a little brat throwing a tantrum when she couldn’t get her way. When she had first discovered that she had developed feelings for the shorter skeleton brother she had been rather excited about it. She hadn’t really ever had a crush before, as when she was living by herself she never had the time to day dream about such frivolous things, and was also never really introduced to anyone that she could remotely fathom having an interest in as her work dealt primarily with untrustworthy thugs that had about as much charm as a bullet to the head.
She had thought at first that it might be fun to have a secret that only she knew about, a fantasy that was only hers and hers alone to entertain in her spare time. She had really only considered it as some sort of a game, and at first, that was all it really was, well until it wasn’t.
As the days went on Frisk found that it was harder and harder to keep herself collected around the older skeleton brother. She would catch herself staring at him, or found that she would grow nervous for no reason what so ever whenever he would talk to her. Even the act of simply accepting his invitation to dance had nearly caused her heart to rocket out of her chest. At first she had attributed it to just being so close to another person, as Frisk wasn’t that good when it came to confined spaces with other individuals, but when those feelings simply disappeared after she began dancing with Papyrus she knew it was because of something more. It was physically and emotionally exhausting, not to mention completely ridicules. What made it even worse was when Frisk found out that she couldn’t turn it off.
She did not understand why people were so obsessed with these feelings. Why did all of the songs on the radio praise this state of being so much? It was confusing, awkward, embarrassing and just pure torture. She hated it.
She supposed what probably hurt the worst was the fact that her feelings would never truly be returned. Sans was a fair bit older then she was, and not to mention much more experienced. He knew what he wanted, and also what was expected of him in return. He knew all of the rules of the game that was romance and courtship, while Frisk was absolutely clueless about anything and everything when it came to those particular topics. She was completely lost when it came to that rose colored world.
She knew that sans would never regard her in the same light as she did him. She was just a silly little girl with a silly little crush. It was why he kept calling her kid.
She also wasn’t so naive as to forget about the fact that Sans was a monster and she was a human. She knew all too well of the harsh criticism that society had when it came to the two races intermingling with one another. She had already experienced that cruelty when she and her mother were attacked all those years ago, and Frisk wasn’t sure if she was even willing to risk that heartbreak again.
Frisk sighed as her anger and frustration slowly faded back into the most private recluses of her soul. Surly if she just tried her best to ignore them then these useless feelings would go away. They couldn’t last forever after all…could they?