"Sans..."

"H-hang in there. I-I'm gonna figure something out--"

Frisk shook her head. Her strong hand cupped Sans' cheekbone, tears falling. "I can't...live like this anymore...please...take my soul...before I reset...you...have 24 hours..."

"Frisk, stop. Don't say that" Sans begged, tears falling.

"I...love you..." Frisk took her last breath.

"No no no no no no, Frisk don't do this to me--PLEASE!" Sans said, crying and holding her pale face.

Frisk's red soul floated out of Frisk's chest, ready to break any moment. Sans just needs to absorb the soul to prevent it from resetting. But, Sans just stayed there, still clasping Frisk's hand. And the soul just floated there, glowing dimly. Sans was too depressed to even notice the soul.

Hours passed, and Sans still stayed there. It's already dawn...

Sans failed to grant Frisk's one and only wish.