Being in this room together hadn't been something that had happened for an extremely long time. The training room, where Sans had watched Frisk's physical skill in what she had described was like gymnastics. Right now, the skeleton wasn't actually the person who was currently trying to train Frisk, but instead, it was Chara. This was because the slightly younger Dreemurr girl (Chara), was around basically the same height as Frisk, and her capabilities were decent enough. The younger sister was trying to train Frisk in fighting, seeing how well she could dodge and attack. For awhile, the two were only going slow. Chara was showing her the basics, until things were going to become more realistic, like they were actually fighting each other.

Truth be told Sans was somewhat relieved he wasn't the one training Frisk in fighting right now. His mind flashing back to that time he accidentally hit her and seeing that look on her face was the reason why. He felt like he would hesitate and wouldn't be a very good trainer, which made him feel like somewhat of a failure. This was their lives that were at stake. Possibly his own life, if the events of Frisk's dream were more like a vision than just that of a normal nightmare. The monster did not like to believe for one second that dreams could predict the future; that they were only there to make you weak; that was all. But... What if they did get found out? What if he did get shot? What if he did... Die?

Managing to space out, Sans began to visualise the whole scenario from start to finish, especially due to the fact he was thinking about the details Frisk had given him. How she had seen him get shot; he could almost imaging the stinging agony that could send through his bones when the bullet connected with his body. He would stumble back into Frisk's arms, in pain and suffering from the loss of blood. "S-Sans... No..." Frisk had whispered, staring down at him with those big sad, teary eyes of hers. She shook her head in disbelief, while glancing towards Undyne. "Why did you shoot him!?" She yelled, while the fish lady slowly lowered the gun, looking somewhat guilty that she had fired, now that she saw what the result had been. Frisk was losing a loved one, even if that loved one wasn't a good person.

"heh... heheh.... sorry, frisk..." The imaginary Sans murmured, leading her pupils back to his pained, sad face. In the imagined scenario, he slowly went up to touch her face, wiping away some of her tears that slipped down her drained, pale cheeks. "hey... don't cry for me... it's okay... i'm... sorry i always got into trouble... always made ya worry... ya don't have to worry anymore." He had muttered, while Frisk continued to sob, shaking her head in disbelief, while clinging onto his hand in desperation.

"No, please! Stay with me! Don't you give up!" She had yelled, only for her eyes to widen in horror when slowly the skeleton's eyes had closed, and he started to go limp within her arms. Once more, shaking her head, Frisk whispered: "No..." Pulling Sans closer, she cried harder, just wanting to scream to the heavens, wishing it was all just a nightmare. "Sans... Don't..." She shook violently, breathing with intensity at the skeleton's calm face, until finally, she screamed out in horror. "SAAAANS!" 

"Sans!" Frisk's voice yelled, snapping Sans out of his imagination. Blinking in confusion, Sans noticed the two girls staring at him. Chara looked bewildered, while Frisk was looking concerned. He had no idea what they were staring at him for, or why they had wanted his attention. He was too busy imagining what might happen to him and how he would say goodbye to Frisk if  that was the case. How depressing...

"uh, sorry. was a million miles away." 

"We were going to say you should try to train Frisk now with the fighting." Chara mentioned, placing a hand on her hip as she rose her eyebrows at the skeleton expectantly, who instantly felt dread at such a suggestion. When he asked why she couldn't keep doing it, she said because it was a good idea for her to be trained by more than just one person. That and Chara was starting to get tired after training with Frisk nonstop for quite awhile. "What's the matter? Why don't you want to train her?"

"well..." He exhaled, looking at Frisk who still looked worried about him. He decided he would answer honestly. "i don't wanna accidentally hit ya. it just makes me think back to when i accidentally hit ya in the face that one time..." Sans murmured, seeing Frisk frown in return at what he was saying. He was still upset about that? 

"You're still thinking about that?" Frisk asked him, saddened that maybe he still was bothered by what he had done, even though it was a huge mistake and wasn't even really his fault. True, he could have not started a fight with Blair and Andrew that day, but... Frisk couldn't really expect him to act calm about that whole situation either. She could understand why he would have been angry. 

"it's not that... i mean, obviously i hate that i did that. but i just don't want a repeat. plus i feel like i'll hesitate. i'm not a good person to train ya." Sans explained, admitting that if he tried to train her... He would go soft. He wouldn't be able to properly demonstrate fighting techniques to her if he was throwing weak attacks. A real attacker wouldn't hold back, wouldn't give you a chance to catch up. He wouldn't be able to move past the warm up fighting to getting to actually showing her what she needed to be wary of. His fear of hurting her got in the way of that. 

"Sans, I believe in you, you can do it!" Frisk cheered him on, while Chara on the other hand, didn't look so convinced. Not so convinced in the way she agreed that Sans would probably hold back. Frisk changed him in the way she made him less of a fierce person - at least towards her. He could be a jerk towards other people, especially strangers; people he just was not familiar enough or comfortable with yet. But towards her... He went from being a snapping piranha to a small yapping puppy. Hardly harmful at all.

 "No, he's right. Tell you what, let's go get Asriel instead and he can help you." Chara suggested, lightly patting Frisk on the shoulder, who ended up looking somewhat disappointed that her skeletal boyfriend wasn't going to help her train. She wanted to train with him just because it was them that was going to be surviving together if anything went wrong, if it came to her using her skills that she was actually pushing to improve. Seeing Frisk's saddened look did make Sans' soul sink somewhat in guilt, knowing he wanted to help her too. But he just couldn't. At least not with fighting.

"tell ya what..." Sans started, just as Chara and Frisk were leaving the room to go find Asriel. Listening to Sans, Frisk looked his way, wondering what he was going to say. Smiling a tiny bit, the skeleton continued. "...i'll help ya with usin' a gun again, okay?" He said, seeing her beam in gratitude at that, while she nodded, until she proceeded to actually leave with Chara like they had planned. Sighing, Sans decided he would head out of the building for a smoke. (It had actually been an extremely long time since he had smoked a cigarette.) 

Lighting it up and taking a puff once he was outside, he exhaled in thought, staring up towards the grey, cloudy sky, that he could just see in the alley way he was standing, (while the rest of the sky was blocked by the view of buildings.) Admittedly he didn't like that he was going to help push Frisk to be more violent. At first he hadn't cared when he hadn't loved her. He wanted her to be more useful back then, that was all that had mattered to him. Now, he wanted her to be safe, he wanted her to stay away from danger. However, with this whole situation with Undyne, keeping her totally safe might be impossible. He might not even be able to protect himself.

He wondered what Papyrus was doing right now...

Considering the tall skeleton and the blue scaled monster hadn't been able to locate Sans and Frisk, they headed back to the headquarters, being back to watching the screens, waiting for the couple to come home. Already, the skeleton monster was getting rapidly sick of this, hating how persistent Undyne appeared about this whole thing. It was only when Papyrus was eating lunch that he was lucky enough to be able to sit alone, having time to himself to think, while Undyne kept her eyes on the surveillance. 

"You're not looking so hot, darling." A familiar voice joked about the down looking skeleton, who glanced up from his half eaten lunch to the robot who had a smile on his face that looked more bittersweet than that of a true joyful smile. The yellow dinosaur was also coming over to join the conversation. Papyrus let out a weak laugh, not really sure of how to reply to that, (both because he was tired and because... It was Mettaton. He got nervous around him.)

"A-A-Are you okay, P-Papyrus?" Once again she was checking up on her taller friend. "I k-know how t-t-this whole thing about i-investigating your brother must be g-getting t-to you. B-B-But don't b-blame Undyne, okay?" Alphys stuttered out, not wanting Papyrus and Undyne to fall out. Papyrus was her good friend, while Undyne was her wife, and she did not want to have to deal with not being able to pick a side; she would always want to support the both of them, regardless of what happened. 

"DON'T WORRY, ALPHYS, METTATON, I'M OKAY. YES, IT'S A LITTLE TOUGH, BUT IT'S FINE. BECAUSE I BELIEVE IN SANS' INNOCENCE." Papyrus smiled the most convincing smile he could manage. To tell the truth, this whole lying task was getting to him. It was getting to him to the point it kept him up at night. It was getting to him to the point he got the awful feeling something terrible was going to happen. He was trying to keep up his facade of knowing nothing, when really he knew much more than he let on. 

How much longer could he really keep it up?