A call stopped Frisk's advance. she had run aimlessly. She thought of going back to the door but, without Flowey to open it, it would be a dead end if someone came for her. She hoped he was fine, Frisk hadn’t wanted to leave him alone but he seemed so determined that she didn´t want to anger him more. Frisk kept running until that moment. Maybe it was Papyrus, he could give her some reason about his brother's attack. How would he know his name, would he have heard it when he was with Papy? And what was it Sans wanted to talk about? If they didn’t know each other before ...
She looked at the screen but didn´t recognize the number. She had nothing to lose, so she took it.
"Oh, you ... you've got it ..." said a trembling voice from the other side, “Ahem ... this ... I want to help you.”
"Do we know each other?"
"Not really ... but ... but I've seen you and ... you're not bad. And when you started to cry, I felt so bad ... I want to help you. Even if it's to turn against Undyne. I understand if you do not trust me and ...”
“Thank you so much!” The distrust of strangers was not in Frisk's vocabulary.
"Oh, I'm ... well, it doesn’t matter. You'd better not know my name.”
“Why? I like to know the names of my friends.”
"We'll talk when you get there. Hurry up, before Sans got tired and come for you!”
Frisk kept running but this time she had a voice that guided and told her whether to turn left, right or go straight. That reassured her and she felt more secure.
“Friendly voice... you said you were watching me, right? You know ... do you know how Flowey is?”
"Oh, I'm sorry, but I've got my cameras focused on you." From the other side, Frisk heard the roar of a chair turn and clicks on a computer, “She's still alive, though she looks worried.”
“Flowey is a boy”
“Oh, He’s fine, okay. And Sans ... Oh my god,I forget it! I´m a fool.”
“Sans can teleport him. We all suspected it but we didn’t know his true power until a few years ago, when Papyrus and Undyne argued and he... That doesn’t matter, he can get to you in seconds.”
“What?” Said Frisk, stopping abruptly, “But why? What have I done for Undyne and Sans to hate me?”
“'It's not hatred, everything has changed much here” said the voice, “At least Undyne does it out of duty. Sans .... it's Sans. I don’t understand him. Don’t stand there, Frisk, you must... ¡Aaahhh, behind you!”
But before Frisk could react, her cell phone slipped out of her hands, flying backwards. The girl watched as it stopped a few inches from Sans's face.
"You shouldn’t get into the affairs of other monsters, Alph "Sans said to the phone. Frisk could hear something like a babble, “ You must have cold blood for that. Yes, this is no time for my jokes. See ya!”
“That's my phone.” Frisk dared to say as Sans picked it up, tucking it into the pocket of his blue jacket with red stripes.
"Well, we'll make sure no one else bothers us. Not a good idea, kid? We can talk for a while. A long time.”
"You don’t want to talk, Sans.”
"Hey, you got me. You always have, Frisk." The girl was becoming more and more confused. What was he talking about?, “Together with my brother, you were the person who best met me. And I thought I did you too. But I was wrong. So there are things I want to answer me. Like why you left me alone, after our promise.”
"I don’t know what you're talking about." Frisk's response didn’t seem to convince Sans, something inside told her that he had been angry the most. She saw him sigh, closing his eyes as he thought what to do.
“I see you want to play in hard mode. It’s ok, kiddo…... It's a beautiful night here. Birds are sleeping, flowers stop bothering... in days like this, dirty traitors like you...” Opening his eyes, his blue fire was at its maximum, summoning two Gaster Blasters,”Should be burning in hell”
Frisk jumped to the side, next to her she saw the light, destroying the tree behind. It was the first and only warning: If that light reached her, everything was going to end. She still hadn’t recovered when she felt something in her chest. She remembered what that red heart meant: it was her soul, her essence, that kept her alive in that world. In front of her eyes she saw it turn to a blue color, within a few seconds a force raised her soul, and she, too, up.
"That's why I never make promises," Sans said, not caring about Frisk's face, “I always break them.”
With another gesture, Frisk was stamped against the trees. She fell to the ground, gasping, didn’t have time to catch her breath when she had to jump back a couple of bones that were heading towards her. She couldn’t stay like this forever, Frisk picked up Papyrus bone and raised it like a weapon. It wasn’t going to be very effective but at least Sans had stood still, surprised by that.
"I'm not going to let you keep treating me like that! You say that I have betrayed you. How can that be if we don’t know each other? So, or you listen to me ... or I'll have to act.”
"You threaten me … with a bone of my brother? Oh, God, I don’t know whether to laugh or to finish you off” Sans began to laugh. Then he forced her to approach his position with the blue magic. Frisk couldn’t resist, before realizing her only weapon, the bone of Papyrus, was in the hands of his brother, “Come on, kid, for old times, stop laughing at me. Your resets, remember? They aren’t foreign to me”
“Resets? I don’t undestand you“
Frisk's supposed ignorance was destroying Sans's patience. And he had plenty.
“Come on, Frisk. We were friends, we both prepared everything. I was waiting for you, in front of that door, seven years ago. But you didn’t cross again. And you become friends with this plant?”
"His name is Flowey, and he's my friend, not you." Sans's face changed, but Frisk continued, “You're just a crazy skeleton who is raging it with me for no reason.”
“Don’t try to fool me. You know my name.”
"Papyrus told me!" She cried, losing his patience, “You're the only skeleton I've seen apart from him. Who else could you be? I've never left the ruins until today. And I shouldn’t have done it!”
“Dirty liar” A click told Frisk how he had broken the Papyrus bone, only with the strength of his hand. Each time she was more scared and rightly so. Angered, Sans threw her again into the trees, then into the sky and then toward him, leaving her on the floor, inches from his feet. She was hurt and gasping but Sans didn’t care about her pain. It was nothing compared to the agony of those seven years, “I was sure that this time, you would do the right thing, you only needed help, more friends ... I came to believe that the old lady had done something ... but she is no match for your determination. No ... All this mess is your fault.”
"I haven’t done anything wrong!" Frisk screamed with what little strength she had left, trying to convince that skeleton that he was wrong, “I'm sorry if something bad happened to you but it's not my fault. I don’t know you. But ... I can do it. We can meet and be friends! So you would see that I don’t like anyone to suffer. Please ... it hurts.”
Their eyes met, there was something about them that troubled Sans and it wasn’t her tears. It wasn’t the first time Sans saw Frisk cry, just as he already knew that look. And, despite the difference in age, he still saw the pure and sincere girl that time, in the hall of judgment. There was something that escaped him, she wasn’t so foolish as to follow that farce and inside him ... didn’t want to fight. Violence brought nothing more that a LOVE he didn’t like.
“Ey, kid…” For first time, Sans approached the human to comfort her, but Frisk rejected his contact, frightened.
"I'm not a kid and I'm not who you think!" Once she started, she couldn’t stop, “I don’t understand anything you talk about, or resets, or promises I don’t remember. I just came out believing that mom was wrong, monsters couldn’t be so dangerous. But I see that I was wrong ... I just ... I just want to go home. I want to see Toriel again. I want ... my life.”
"Frisk ..." Sans put his hand on the girl's shoulder, he wasn’t going to get anything if he didn’t comfort her before. His fingers had barely touched Frisk's clothes when a ball of fire melted the snow near him.
“Don’t touch my child, skeleton” Toriel's voice sounded steady. Frisk had never seen her like this, she was angry, but not with her. She wanted to be threatening to the rest of the monsters and did well. Although Sans, after the initial shock didn’t seem so affected.
“Mom!” Frisk took a few steps toward Toriel as Sans' hand gripped her wrist, pulling her back.
"Not yet, girl," Sans said, winking at her before he finally pulled her away from his mother, “Now the adults are going to talk.”
“And talks who measures a centimeters less than me”
"I'm forgiving you, Frisk. Don’t make me regret it.” Then he spoke to Toriel, “So we finally see each other ... Toriel, was it? I’m Sans, the guy of the knock knock jokes. You remember me? We haven’t talked in a long time.”
“I don’t care who you are ... Sans. I'm not going to let you do anything to my daughter.”
"I admire your maternal instinct, really, but the Ruins aren’t Frisk's future. She must go her way. Even if it's seven years late.”
"No, Asgore will kill her!" Toriel called back her magical fire, even her eyes glittered, “Frisk is coming with me. I don’t want to hurt you, Sans ... I remember you had a brother who loves you. You don’t want to leave him alone.”
"Phrase mistaken, Tori.” The blue eye returned and with him a pair of gaster blasters.
Frisk was seeing everything, she didn’t want them to fight. If her mother hurt Sans, Papyrus would suffer greatly and if Sans was the winner ... she would. Frisk thought she had to do something, but the forces were ending, without sleep and wounded by the attacks of the skeleton. The world began to spin and made the darkness, her body stopped obeying and she fell. She waited to hear the noise of her body in the snow but this didn’t come. Instead, two hands held her and lifted her up.
"Frisk, what's wrong?"
At the sound of Papyrus's voice, Toriel and Sans turned to him. He had run off in search of Sans, after tricking Undyne and taking her another way. Papyrus didn’t understand anything that was happening ... well, it wasn’t quite true. He understood everything except his brother's behavior. Sans had never been very encouraged to come to the surface, so why had he acted like this with Frisk? When he reached them, thanks to his sixth sense to find Sans, he had arrived in time to pick up the girl, a few feet from his brother and a goat lady very similar to Asgore, before she would finish falling.
"Oh, you're hurt. What...?” He glanced at Toriel and his brother, “Doesn’t matter. I'm not leaving you here, Frisk.”
"Papyrus, wait..." But before Sans would finish his sentence, his brother had already disappeared, running with the girl in his arms, away from them, “Well, that wasn’t in my plans.”
"Has your brother just kidnapped my little girl in front of our eyes?" Toriel said, giving the skeleton a bad look. Sans put a smile of circumstances.
“Well, Paps is like this ... He's really care her… down to the bone ...”
“Sans ... this isn’t the time for jokes. Take me to Frisk!”
“Eh, I didn’t expect this ... I have a bone to pick with him…”
"All right, all right. We will discuss this later.” Sans sensed that his brother would take her to Snowdin, so he began to walk in another direction, “Come on, old lady. I know a shortcut.”
The darkness surrounded Frisk without giving her the option to flee. A corrupt sound surrounded her, she didn’t know what she knew. This time, the words began to make sense to her, it was curious how she had learned that strange language in… hours, minutes, seconds? Did she already know it? Was she imagining it? She wasn’t surprised. She had made promises that didn’t remember.
"You must go back." The voice, sharper, enveloped her with a lethal sense of overwhelm, “If you fall... your determination... what remains will be mine. I'll be back ... better. Stronger. He won’t be able to make me disappear again.”
A strange light appeared in front of Frisk, she ran towards her, finding two buttons. One of them,Continue, the other, Reset. Frisk's hand came closer to second, but stopped. It wasn’t the right choice, something was telling. It was not viable.
“I will lose everything. I lost in the Void…with him”
A bony hand settled on top of hers. His palm was empty, a huge hole let her see her own skin. He pushed her a little closer to the Reset button.
“Too many unfinished experiments. I was betrayed, erased from the memories of the timelines without reason. I deserve the compensation to return, with your soul. His friend ... by his nightmare.”
Frisk tried to pull away but the hand was stronger. Her fingers just brushed the button when it was filled with a viscous blackish liquid that began to stain her skin as well.
In front of her, a white, broken face emerged from the shadows, drawing closer and closer.
"You idiot!Since when were you the one in control ? Die and return to my side, Frisk!”