Undertale: A New Sans-sation! #13

T H I R T E E N

GROWING DETERMINATION

I hate to admit it now, but after getting off the phone, I was stumped on what to do next. Putting the device away, I was greeted with the terrified stares of the Skelebros.

I was feeling something in my mind that felt off, but my attention was grabbed as Sans spoke, rather roughly.

"Ya realize that it's already been tried and it's impossible. I mean, we stopped tryin' ta hunt humans down here cuz we knew this. Some kids have even fell down here after Frisk, and we showed them out. There is no way out, babe."

"INDEED, HUMAN! IT IS FUTILE! WE KNOW YOU WANT TO HELP YOUR FATHER, BUT BELIEVE US WHEN WE SAY IT IS IMPOSSIBLE!"

I wanted to shoot down their assumptions. I wanted to yell back that they were just giving up and that was stupid. For the first time since I arrived in the Underground, though, I held it back.

I needed time to think, so...I agreed with them.

"You're right. And I'm sorry for saying that to my dad. I just...want to give him something to hope for. Y'know what I'm saying?"

This appeased Papyrus.

"OF COURSE, HUMAN! I SEE NOW! DO NOT WORRY YOUR PRETTY LITTLE HEAD! ALL WILL BE FINE!"

With that, he went upstairs, calling behind him that he needed a bedtime story.

I looked to Sans and expected him to start heading up, but he stared, one eye socket flaring with blue light.

"You might have him convinced that yer not gonna try anything, but I know better."

Quelling the fire that started to burn in my gut from anger, I tried a smile. It was very forced, and Sans knew it.

"Whatever you say."

The grimace that formed on Sans skull was brief.

"Well, I guess now I have no choice but to keep an eye socket on you for a while. I am not letting you out of my sight."

He grabbed my hand and pulled me up the steps, earning a surprised yelp.

"Hey bro, Rae here wants to tell you a story."

Papyrus squealed and waited expectantly as Sans and I seated ourselves at the edge of the bed.

I narrowed my eyes briefly at Sans before clearing my throat. The thing in the corner of my mind shifted slightly, but I paid no mind as I began to tell the story of Cinderella. I wasn't good at stories, so I had to borrow a fairytale, and since I didn't like Snow White, Cinderella worked.

When it was over, I got up.

"That was a great story," Sans declared as we walked out of the room and he shut the door. "You should tell more."

I scoffed. "I know what your motive is, Sans. You can stop."

His following chuckle was rough. "Clearly, I can't. I have to watch you, and if Pap gets a few stories to sooth him that aren't from me, that's even better."

I turned to go down the steps, but Sans grabbed my arm.

"Not tonight. Yer stayin' with me."

I turned my head to face him, a look of utter disbelief written on my face.

"Are you kidding me?" I whispered. "You are taking this way too far."

He ignored me as he towed me to his room. I glowered at the back of his skull as something registered in my mind.

"Hey, I know you and I are a thing now, but I think this is a little fast, buddy."

He pointed a finger at the door of his room and, with a wave of his blue magic, it shut and locked.

He gestured to his bed. "Ladies first."

I stood firm, glaring up into his eyesockets, the pupils alight within, if not giving off and slightly annoyed look.

After a minute of staring each other down, Sans deep frown and narrowed eyes relaxed.

He chuckled mischeivously.

"I would be worried if I had trained ya ta use yer magic. Glad I didn't."

I didn't let my expression falter as I asked, "Why's that?"

His expression alltered, turning from the sweet yet sly grin into the mask of a predator. I couldn't help it; I gasped.

"Because then you wouldn't know how to fight back when I do this."

Something grasped my soul and before I knew it, I was out like a light.

I woke up really warm. It was comforting in the town where there was always snow. I burrowed into the warm object, realizing it felt furry.

I groaned, opening my tired, reluctant eyes and saw Sans' furry coat capturing my nose. I tilted my head up and found the skeleton himself staring down at me with an amused grin.

"Mornin', Princess." He goaded.

My brain finally allowed me to focus and I started. I remembered what happened last night, what Sans did.

I grit my teeth and gave him a leveled glare.

"What the HELL, man?!"

He chuckled, "Man? I don't know if you realized it or not, but I'm not a man."

I flicked his forehead. "Shut up! You know what I mean, Sans!"

"No, I clearly don't, Sweetheart. Why don't you tell me?"

The sounds that came out of my mouth sounded like noises a wild animal would make at their prey. That resulted in Sans snickering as he leaned on his side, at ease with the situation.

Finally, I couldn't take his shit-eating grin anymore. I ripped myself from the bed and charged from the room. I heard Sans gasp behind me, but didn't care what he was doing.

I stomped down the stairs, turned into the kitchen, and threw the refridgerator with so much anger and power that Papyrus yelped and tripped backwards into one of the open chairs.

"CAN I HELP YOU, HUMAN?" He squeaked.

I turned to him. "Yeah, get your brother away from me! He clearly doesn't know personal space."

Two arms wrapped around me from behind. I glared up at the cheeky bonehead the arms belonged to, murder intent briefly occupying my thoughts.

"Don't be mad, babe. I'm tryin' ta protect cha is all..."

I shook out of his embrace. "Don't touch me! You know what you did was wrong!"

He slumped, frowning sadly, and I almost felt bad. But I stood my ground.

I glared the traitor down. “Don’t you give me that look! I already told you that I will behave. You did not need to use magic to knock me out cold!”

Papyrus gasped, “SANS! YOU DID WHAT?!”

The shorter skeleton sighed, “I kinda knocked ‘er unconscious. I was just afraid she was gonna run off in the middle of the night and try to save her dad. You know as well as I do that the barrier won’t be opened!”

Papyrus’ gaze switched between his brother and me, contemplating.

“BROTHER, THAT WAS VERY WRONG OF YOU TO DO.” He turned to me. “HOWEVER, MY NEW FRIEND, WE HAVE TOLD YOU NOT TO GO OFF BECAUSE WE HAVE SEEN IT IS USELESS. WE DO NOT WISH TO LOSE ANOTHER FRIEND. FRISK…”

I grumbled, “I know, okay? I know!”

Sans seemed to want to reach out, but after a moment, his outstretched hand retreated back into his hoodie pocket.

“I’m sorry, Rae. I guess I messed up. Can you forgive me?”

One look and I knew it was futile to stay mad. But I wouldn’t let him off the hook just yet.

“Of course,” I said with a pause, before adding dramatically, “On one condition!”

Sans tensed. “What…what condition?”

I grinned. “I have some personal questions that I need some answers to.”

Sans shuddered. “Oh boy…you’re gonna put me through hell, aren’tcha?”

I chuckled, purposefully adding malice into my voice. “Of course not. Why would I do such a thing?”