(If it's in Italics, Frisk is signing it with her hands. If it's in Bold Italics, Frisk is using morse code. If it's Underlined, it's part of the nightmare.) [ALSO, In this story, Frisk and Sans are the same height, but neither are short. Sans had... a growth spurt. Also he's no longer fat.]  

Sans and Frisk went downstairs, still holding hands.

Frisk stayed behind Sans, nervous.

"Sans? Where is this person you wanted to show me?" Papyrus asked.

"Eh, I guess they disappeared," Sans said.

Papyrus stomped his foot.

"Sans!" he shouted.

"Chill bro, I was just jokin' with ya," Sans told Papyrus.

"You know how much I despise your jokes! I have half a mind to-" Papyrus yelled at Sans.

Frisk suddenly stood in front of Sans and held her hands up.

Papyrus' face suddenly went blank.

"Sans... why didn't you tell me... THAT THEY HAD SUCH A GREAT TASTE IN SCARVES!" Papyrus said, excitedly.

Frisk smiled, proud.

"Heh. Sorry Paps, I guess I forgot. This is, get ready... Frisk!" he said, as if he was auctioning her off.

Papyrus' face suddenly lit up completely and he smiled wider than anybody ever had before.

He lifted Frisk up and gave her a big hug.

"I've waited so long to meet the voice behind the door!" he excitedly told Frisk.

Frisk hugged him back.

He set Frisk down, still smiling.

"I hope you like spaghetti!" Papyrus said.

I've never had it.

Papyrus loudly gasped.

"No need to worry! Papyrus' spaghetti is the best spaghetti ever! You will enjoy it!" Papyrus shouted.

Papyrus ran into the kitchen and began to furiously cook spaghetti.

Sans walked up to Frisk.

"He didn't even ask any questions," he observed.

He chuckled.

"But I guess that's Papyrus," he finished, winking.

Frisk smiled.

Thank you for letting me stay.

"Anytime, Frisk," Sans said.

Hold on a sec, I forgot something.

"Alright? Just hurry," Sans warned.

Frisk ran upstairs.

She scoured the bag she had brought for her gift to Sans.

She had waited many years to give him this.

A small glass heart she painted red.

Toriel helped her make it.

Frisk tried to make it virtually shatter-proof.

Frisk smiled and picked it up.

She walked towards the railing...

And fell over it.

She screamed as she fell.

Suddenly, she came to a stop, still firmly holding on to the heart.

She saw a small blue heart in front of her, completely still.

Sans stood there, holding up one skeletal hand, his left eye glowing blue.

He slowly lowered Frisk onto the ground, along with the heart.

He put his hand down, and his eye stopped glowing.

"Please, Frisk, be more careful," Sans said.

Frisk hung her head in shame.

"I... H-ha-ve... A g-ift... F-fo-r... Y-you..." Frisk said.

Sans' eyes widened.

His cheekbones turned blue.

Frisk lifted the glass heart, looking at Sans hopefully.

He took the heart from her hands.

I made it for you when I was little... I thought you might want it...

"T-thanks Frisk," Sans said, helping Frisk up.

Papyrus peeked around the corner.

"Is everything okay? I heard noises," Papyrus asked.

Everything is fine Papy. I fell. I was bringing Sans this glass heart. So... I guess you could say I'm falling for him.

"NYEH!? ANOTHER TRICKSTER?! I shall heal you with my spaghetti!" Papyrus shouted.

Well, if you don't want it to burn, you'd better spa-get out of here!

"NYEH!!! THIS PROBLEM REQUIRES MORE SPAGHETTI!" Papyrus yelled, running back into the kitchen.

Sans stared at Frisk, completely fixated on her.

His face was totally blue.

Frisk smiled at his goofiness.

"That was amazing..." he said in awe.

Frisk blushed.

"Spaghetti's almost done!" Papyrus yelled from the other room.

"Heh. Well I guess we should sit down then," Sans said.

He walked over to a lime green couch and sat down on it.

Frisk sat next to him, saving a spot on the end for Papyrus.

'Kill him... KILL THE SMILING TRASHBAG! D O I T!' she heard Chara say.

'NO!' she firmly responded in her thoughts.

Frisk fell off the couch, screaming.

"F-Frisk?!" Sans shouted.

Frisk felt as if she was being stabbed.

She involuntarily raised her hand, summoning a hundred bones.

Her hand glowed black, and curled into a fist.

"Sans?! What's going on?!" Papyrus yelled, running into the room.

Frisk screamed louder.

She struggled with one hand to stop the other.

On the ceiling above her she thought she saw something... 

Chara?!

When she blinked it was gone.

Her hand dropped, and the bones disappeared.

"Frisk? Are you okay?" Sans asked.

Frisk weakly nodded.

"Papyrus... Could you give us a moment?" Sans asked.

"Nyeh... Alright... Be careful, okay?" Papyrus said, walking back into the kitchen.

Frisk still felt the stabbing on her body.

She meekly whimpered.

Sans picked Frisk up and hugged her tightly.

"Please... Don't ever do that again..." Sans said, tears brimming his eyes.

Frisk hugged back, terrified.

"I'm s-o-rry San-s..." Frisk whispered.

"It's okay Frisk..." Sans whispered back.

Papyrus walked in the room, seeing Frisk and Sans hugging.

"Frisk... Would you like your dinner later?" Papyrus asked.

Frisk nodded.

Sans kept carrying Frisk, and brought her upstairs into his room, setting her on his mattress.

"I can sleep on the couch. Heh..." Sans said.

He turned around to leave, but Frisk grabbed onto his sleeve.

Sans turned back towards Frisk.

Sans... Can you please stay in here with me until I fall asleep?

"Heh. Sure thing Frisk," Sans said, sitting on the floor next to the mattress.

"Anything for you," he finished.

Frisk smiled, closing her eyes, and falling asleep.

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Tut tut tut.

Frisk, I DID warn you.

You know what this means...

I have to punish you.

As soon as you wake up...

I'll kill you.

And I'll get stronger.

Soon my hatred will override your determination...

And I'll be back...

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Frisk begun her morning like any other, with terrified screams.

Sans suddenly sat up from a lying down position next to Frisk/Sans' mattress.

"Frisk!? What's going on!" Sans asked.

Frisk rubbed her head, before gasping.

"Frisk?" Sans said confused.

Frisk quickly hopped over Sans and saved, remembering her dream.

She suddenly lifted a hand involuntarily.

Her fist glowed black.

She sighed, defeated, waiting for death.

Sans stared at her and she was impaled by 200 bones.

A small heart in front of her shattered almost as soon as it appeared.

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She stood right where she was when she saved.

Sans grabbed her in a hug.

He was crying.

Tears were streaming from his eyesockets.

Frisk hugged him back tightly.

She was completely horrified.

Sans and Frisk sat down on the mattress.

They stopped hugging, and looked each other in the eyes.

They were both crying heavily.

Sans? Who is Chara?

Sans wiped his eyes.

"A horrible monster. You're nothing like her," Sans said.

Frisk felt a little better.

She keeps telling me to kill people... And she just killed me...

Sans was silent for a minute.

"I'm sorry..." he said.

Frisk raised an eyebrow.

"I thought we sealed her away... But I guess not... Heh..." Sans explained, before crying again.

Frisk was confused, but her sadness and fear overwhelmed her.

She hugged Sans again.

He returned the hug.

Frisk was quivering, terrified.

Sans hugged her tighter.

"Frisk... Everything will be okay... She can't do anything to you that we can't fix..." Sans told Frisk.

"It's... It's N-not m-e th-at I'm w-w-orried ab-bout..." Frisk said, struggling.

Sans held Frisk by her shoulders.

"R-really?" he asked.

Frisk nodded, smiling.

"Heh, jeez Frisk, getting all cheesy on me," Sans said, sighing.

Frisk's hand suddenly lifted again, involuntarily. Her fist turned black.

Frisk shoved Sans away onto the floor with one hand as the bones once again impaled her.

A small heart appeared in front of her, like before.

Frisk looked over at Sans, and smiled, making a heart with her hands.

The heart shattered.