It's been 4 years since I set monster kind free. I wrote in my diary, my pen scribbling loudly. I still live with Mom, who has made a curious decision. She's decided to give Asgore another chance. And now, he will be moving in... I don't really mind. I always knew the two of them would get back together again. I'm still going over to Sans and Papyrus's house to teach Papyrus more cooking lessons every Thursday. But I stay away from Sans, usually at least... I still can't look him in the eyes, I can barley talk to him. And when I do, I feel something different. I'm not sure what... Maybe its--

"Frisk!" I heard Asgore's friendly gruff voice call my name. 

"Coming!" I replied. I put the pen down in the center of the book, got up and walked out of my room and down the stairs. I turned the corner and stopped. 

"Frisk, we have a guest over," Toriel's friendly voice said, turning to our guest. "Sans, you wanted to talk with Frisk?"

I stared at him, our gazes interlocking. I could feel something inside my chest suddenly started to burn, a raging fire. It wasn't painful, but it was definitely a strange emotion that I wasn't used to feeling. What? I didn't know... Was it something like happiness? No, I've not been happy about seeing Sans for a long time. Frustration? No, something more powerful. Maybe Anger? No, I was close though. What was it? 

"Hey kiddo." Sans's voice snapped me from my thoughts. "Why don't you come with me for a second? I've gotta talk to you." 

I hesitated, looked at Toriel, and back at Sans. I walked up to him. I didn't want to go with him. When I did I felt uncomfortable. We still weren't on the best terms we could be on, but at least we weren't killing each other. I flinch slightly at the thought. I didn't want to kill anyone. It's horrible what I did in the past. And I hated every second of it.

However.... when the thoughts of killing someone crossed my mind... I felt that was a lie.

"Where are we going?" I asked, taking a breath in.

"Grillby's" He replied. His toned seemed different somehow. I couldn't quite figure out how though. It unsettled me. I couldn't place a finger on anything that day. It was slightly sparking irritation in me.

Sans blinked at me as I started to head to the door. "You might wanna go get dressed first though. Don't want you freezing your skin off out there in shorts." Sans said, looking at my head shorts and white tank top.

I looked down at my clothes and mouthed oh. I turned around and rushed upstairs, happy for a chance to get away from Sans. I turned the knob as soon as I was in front of my door to my room, rushed in and slammed the door shut quickly. I leaned against the door. 

Something was wrong. I could feel it. What did I feel when I looked at him? I sighed as I walked into my closet, and shut the door. I grabbed my clothes, put them on, and sat on the floor. I crossed my legs and leaned against the wall, my shirts dangling on my face. I bobbed my leg up and down, as my thoughts raced. I uncrossed my legs and pulled on my brown boots over my black socks. I straightened my brown shirt, pulling it down slightly, allowing the V-neck to expose some of my chest. I sighed and stood up, pulling the snug black jeans up a little.

Suddenly, it clicked. I was shocked as I realized what I felt when I looked at Sans. I felt that whenever I looked at him? Yes, but there was something more. It was a desire. A desire to protect him from it... But why did I feel that whenever I looked at him? I squeezed my eyes shut tighter. I didn't have a right to feel that way towards him, as it should be the other way around after everything I did, so why...? I jumped up when I heard a knock at the door, jerking me from my thoughts. 

"Frisk dear, are you ok? You've been in there for a while now." I heard Toriel's slightly concerned voice through the door. 

"Yeah." I said, standing up and opening the door. "I was just having trouble finding a good public outfit." 

Toriel smiled and laughed. "Honey, V-necks are ok to wear as long as they aren't showing too much." She said softly. I smiled. "Well, hurry up and get downstairs. Sans is waiting." She ruffled my hair and I pursed my lips.

"I forgot." I mumbled sarcastically, as I step past my Goat Mom, grabbing my hair brush and brushing my long brown hair quickly.

"What?" She asked, as she turned to face me.

"Nothing, Mom. I'll see you later." I said giving her a hug as I breathed in her warm scent of her cotton candy perfume. I loved that perfume. It always relaxed me. She seemed to always know exactly what scent to wear each day, corresponding with my moods. I let her go and walked out and she followed. I walked down the stairs. I turned the corner, and once again, I could feel it, burning in my chest. But I held it back. 

"Ready?" Sans asked as I walked up to him. 

I nodded courtly as I walked ahead of him to the front door. I touched the door handle, and turned it as my eyes drifted down to my hand. I froze as my eyes widened in fear. 

 My hand was covered in blood. 

I let go of the handle and let loose a loud quick scream. I backed up, and tripped over shoes. What was the blood from? What happened? Did I do something wrong? I could barely hear my name being called. My blood was rushing, my heart was pounding, and I was shaking. I couldn't see anything other than my hand covered in blood. I wanted to call for help, but something wouldn't let me. I opened my mouth to try and speak, but all that came out were short quick gasps, so I closed it, finding no use in hyperventilating.

"Frisk!" I heard Sans's voice. I tried but I couldn't snap out of it. My vision began to blur. Suddenly I froze once more. I heard one voice, loud and clear:

"You did it. You killed them. All of them. And you enjoyed it. And you hate him for getting in your way," it said. "But it was fun for you when you got rid of him, wasn't it?"  It continued. "Why not try it again? Just like old times. We-you could have so much fun again. You'll reset eventually anyways. Just like always. It'll be fun, just like the old times. Your bored anyways. Right? You want to Reset. You're gonna Reset soon, aren't you?" It egged me on, taunting me, as it rambled on excitedly.

"No!" I shouted. "I made a promise to him. I made a promise that I don't plan to break!" I said weakly, my eyes squeezing tighter.

"But if you Reset, that promise you made won't ever exist. Just one push of the button, and this whole world, will disappear. You can start over. From scratch."

I was quivering at this point. Goosebumps all over my neck. I squeezed my eyes shut even tighter. 

"I won't listen!" I shouted again.

"Strange." The voice said. "You squeeze your eyes shut tighter... but wouldn't it be much better to clap your hands over your ears?" 

I clapped my hands over my ears. 

The voice laughed, still loud and clear. "Silly, you can't tune me out, I'm inside your mind! And you can't get rid of me forever. I will have my Reset. Even if--"

"Dammit Frisk!" I heard Sans's voice. I felt something chilly press against my lips and a tingling sensation throughout my whole body. The voice screamed. 

"Stop!" The voice shrieked. "Stop him Frisk! He's gonna--" The voice screamed one last time, before going silent. I squinted my eyes open, then immediately widened them in surprise. Sans was close. Very close.

In fact, he was kissing me. 

My eyelids began to droop. Sans broke away to catch me from falling and hitting my head on the floor. 

I could feel him pick me up bridal style, but I didn't care right then. I was still extremely uncomfortable as I wrapped my arms around Sans as he carried me upstairs and put me on my bed, pulling the covers over me.

I looked at Sans and whispered "I'm sorry, Sans..." before my eyes closed and lost consciousness.