(Third Perspective)

The sound of clashes and scuffling on tiles echoed throughout the corridor. Bones thrashing about the entire area, busting up the walls and tearing clothes as they zoomed past. Cries of pain and yells filled the once vacant Judgment hall. Sans is doing his best to talk some sense into someone. He keeps screaming.

"Kid, PLEASE! Just listen!!!Listen to what I'm telling ya!!!!"
The human doesn't listen, they only cry as they had been, dodging the bones and blasters. Sans gets frustrated, he teleports out of the way of the human's blade, eye flaring as he keeps up the attacks. More scream of pain and shouts make their way crashing into the atmosphere. Sans' desperate words continue.

"I don't want to hurt you anymore, ####### !!!! Please don't make me!"

The human cries harder as the bones seize and their soul is dropped. Sans steps towards them, hands in his pockets as he tries not to choke up.

"Please, kid... Don't do it..."

The human cries more, wiping their eyes as they slump to the floor, only two HP left. They look up, eyes full of hatred but at the same time sorrow and another feeling. They squint and smile weakly, they grip onto their arm, bleeding out from the attacks as blood built up in their mouth. The cough, still sobbing.

" Let me... Please.. Just... one ..more...go."

"No way!!!" Sans yelled, clenching his fists, holding back tears as he stared down at the human, teeth grit, fangs showing through as they normally wood when he'd get like that. He stoops down to the human's level and grabbed them by the shoulders, shaking them violently.

"I can't do this again kid, please just don't!"

The human doesn't look up, they just sob silently, hair blocking of their face. Sans jerks their head up forcefully, grabing their chin.

"Look. At. Me." He says rushed. "Please. Don't go anywhere near it. Just... TRUST me...Please. I beg you this time..."

The human starts to laugh maliciously, and pushes Sans away, getting up shaking.

Tear stain their face, blending with blood. They spit to the side, red splattered onto the gold tiles. They look at their skeleton friend and try to smile but to no avail.

"I can't do that..."

Sans avoids their eyes, knowing very well what they make him feel. But as like the humans happy attempt; to no avail. Tries to take their hand but they jerk away, finishing what they were saying.

"Just..."

At this moment Sans looks at them, and for the first time, he cries. He thinks about his brother, how he might feel if he knew what had happened. About the human's family, what would they say? What would HE do? What would he do after this happens?

Blue tears stream from his sockets, when the human notices, they cry a little more, but hide it best they can. They walk past Sans, whispering as loud as they could without voice cracking.

The human turns their head, face voidless of expression, tears nearly dried.

"Let me do this for you, Sans."

A small light in their eyes seems to spark as they draw their blade. The Delta Rune on their hand glowed as their grip on the weapon tightened.

~~~~~~~~~~

It's early morning, monsters all across the Underground are either still in bed or off to work. On most days, you'd find Sans drinking a mug of coffee, ready for another day in his lab, that or he'd already be there from the last few nights before. When he's focused enough, he loses all sense of time and runs until someone has to shut him down. But now? Sans is actually asleep in his room. Or that is...Until he wakes up from another nightmare. Then he is thrown into a vision again. Same as all the others, but now that he knows what it's about he can see more vividly, and it makes him want to rip his heart out. Everything hurts. He wakes from the vision and jolts up, clutching onto his chest and sweating bullets. Immediately, he winces, grabbing his skull in pain.

Aw fuck!

He can practically feel the throbbing, and it kills him. The skeleton grits his teeth as he gets out of bed, the smell of....breakfast...? Rushes to him. He doesn't exactly find the smell familiar. Just as he starts stepping towards the door, a thought hits him.

"How did I get here?"

(Sans perspective)

I could have swore I was just outside... The kid and I were walking and.. How am I here?! Don't tell me I had THAT much to drink. Normally I'm a heavy drinker, I shouldn't have been that buzzed. Hm.

I get dressed into some of my house shorts and throw on some slippers. I turn to the mirror and groan. Gaster'll be pissed if I go down there without a shirt... Fuck it. I was tired and had a killer headache, if he has an issue with it than he get suck it. I shake my head, throw on a jacket and slowly but surely make my way down the hall. I look down at and see what I threw on last minute. Like my old jacket, it was blue and had white fur around the brim of the hood. But instead of white, the fur is more of a blackish grey color. I feel like those cartoon characters that have an entire wardrobe of just one outfit. Kinda stereotypical, but whatever.

I peer into Pap's room and stare at the bed. It was a wreck...? No way. I rub my eyes, but it still looks pretty sloppy. Normally Paps makes his bed as soon as he gets up in the morning. So the fact that he hasn't even straightened the covers kind of worries me. I quicken my steps, regretting it soon after. My head throbbed and ached, nearly made me wanna just fall over. Suddenly, I remember parts of last night.

"God damn it noooo..." I slouch and scratch the back of my head. "The kid's probably hating me now." Now I was sure that I'd be skipping work today. No way in hell am I going to the lab if I know that Gaster is just going to lecture me about how I should have watched what I was doing and how I could be counted as a pedophile for trying to kiss someone underaged. Ffffuuuuccckkkkk...... I am probably going to get that speech regardless of if I go or not tibia honest.

The smell downstairs isn't breakfast as I originally thought, but it smells like coffee of some sort. I don't care as long as I can have a big mug of it. I sigh, expecting my bro to be here, possibly home sick.

"Mornin." I yell from the to of the stairs, looking out onto the living room from over the side railing. There isn't an answer, I look around franticly, head pounding like a damn drum. I hold onto the rail as support, holding myself up.

The front door clicks and I jump a bit. Ready to run hell for leather when Gaster comes in, then I'm taken aback to hear soft coughing. The door opens and none other than Frisk walks in with a brown bag. She huffs and shuts the door behind her, counting gold in her Rune hand. She shrugs and stuffs it into her pocket. Just as she is walking to the kitchen, I manage to sigh in relief. Frisk looks up and smiles brightly.

"Morning! Sorry I didn't get you up, you were pretty dazed last night so I wasn't gonna take chances." She keeps walking annoyance weaved through her words. I quickly (as physically possible) made my way down the stairs and into the kitchen, leaning against the door frame to catch breaths I didn't need. Frisk was setting down the bag onto the counter, pulling out eggs, milk, flour, etcetera. I cocked a brow bone.

"Whatcha doin' Babybones?"

"Oh, yesterday, while you were asleep on the floor I called Gaster. I told him what happened and that I would be staying the night-"

I interrupted her there in a panic "Wait what?!"

I rushed over and spun her around grabbing her by the shoulders. Her eyes widened slightly in confusion. "You just stayed over?!"

She nodded slightly, totally oblivious as to what I was thinking, an innocent look on her face as she explained.

"You were drunk and I thought I'd stay to help out, since you would have been here alone if I hadn't."

"Why...?" I had a total brain fart.

" Cause you would have been here alone and with a hangover. Besides it was late and Gaster was busy so I stayed and slept in Pap's room."

"Uh...."

"Also, I bought groceries since all you guys had was leftover spaghetti in your fridge."

I mentally face palmed. This girl is insane for staying in the same home as a drunk man. You'd think she'd learn after last time she was alone with a wasted perv.

"Even if you did try to uh... Yeah. I still couldn't have left you here. I wouldn't be a good friend if I had."

Her words struck me hard, taking me back out of my daze and into real world. She stared up at me for the longest time, even after I let her go. I couldn't read her... I tried to, but I couldn't catch anything. I finally just sigh and pat her head, she jolts slightly as I rub my hand gently into her hair. She loosens a bit.

"You are a good friend. Believe me, you're a great friend. Probably more than I deserve if I am completely honest."

She froze completely and I swear there were tears in her eyes. But again, I couldn't tell if they were of joy or sadness. She just stared with that same expression. She was about to say something, but didn't and instead turned back to what she was doing without a word.

(Frisk perspective)

I started to sort the breakfast stuff I had bought, knowing that Sans was still standing behind me. A tear rolled down my cheek and I involuntarily start to cry. Damn it Sans... I whisper.

"You too..."

"Could you repeat that?"
I don't answer, I just keep fixing up breakfast, taking down a bowl for mixing from the cabinet.

"Hey... Frisk?" I sense him reaching for me, but he pulls back. The way he says my name makes my heart skip, and I clutch onto my sweater. I sniff a bit, salt water fell into the empty glass bowl.

I say squeakily, loud as possible but still silent "You too, Sans. You're my best friend..."

My voice cracks in this next bit, more drops into the bowl. "...Please don't forget that."

I know that I'm crying for no reason, but I can't help it. My heart hurts... No one has ever called me their friend, let alone a good one. I didn't ever have friends because everyone avoided me. I was only ever beaten up by people who called me insane, and pitied by strangers who thought I was just a girl with imagination. But everyone down here... They are all so nice to me. I have already been adopted by the most wonderful pair of monsters and it has only been a few months since I fell. I have amazing brothers who even if they are overprotective, I would not want to trade for the world. I made new friends, and have met people who care about me, even if just a little bit.

While I was out, I went to Grilbeys and asked him where I could buy some stuff for pancakes, instead of telling me, he just gave me the supplies. No matter how much I tried to pay him, he wouldn't accept it. It made feel horrible...

And now I am realising how much of a sweet guy Sans is. Though he's a skeleton he has one hell of a heart. It tears me up sometimes knowing how sweet he is. And how he was always there for me, there to make me laugh. Even when I was mad at him, or vise versa, he was still there. Not to mention the fact that I absolutely adore him. I'm glad to say that he's my best friend but at the same time, it makes me feel a bit of pain. Sans gave me these weird emotions that I couldn't explain and it confused me to death.

Like now, Sans only said that I was a good friend, why am I so..? I don't know... Emotional? God what the hell?

"Frisk."

I jump, Sans stood near counter beside me. I look up and see that he's drinking coffee from a large mug, leaning against the cabinets. He frowned, allowing me to only see the line of his mouth, eyes darkened and pupils dim, flickering as he gazed down at me. Taking one hand off the mug, he took his finger and wiped away one of the tears from my cheek.

"You good there, Kid?"

I nod silently, not able to ignore the panging in my chest. His frown deepens and he takes his hand back, placing it on the mug and slouching back slightly. Stop looking at me like that.

"You've been standing there crying for a while, I was able to make a second pot of coffee in the time you've been here."

I reel and look down into the once empty bowl, now it's just covered in tears. I scold myself, rubbing my neck nervously.

"Mhm..." I manage.

"...."

He fell quiet.

I cleaned out the bowl and started putting the essential ingredients into it. Left with the eggs, I cracked each one onto the side of the bowl and let the yolk run down into the mix. I heard Sans try catch a breath, ready to speak, but he didn't. Instead he chugged down his coffee and went to the sink to wash out his mug. He whispered.

"Psst. Hey kid."

I turn my head towards him, one hand on the whisk and another on the bowl.

"Yea?"

"Whatcha doing?"

"Making breakfast."

"I know, but what are you making?"

I shrug and continue whisking. "Pancakes." My heart still pounds.

He laughs and drys off the mug with a dishcloth. "You don't have to do that, Babybones. You know that I don't need to eat."

I nod, not taking my eyes of the bowl. "YOU might not need to, but we humans get hungry you know."

"Yeah but..."

I pour some milk into the bowl. "But..?"

I had a feeling he was going to start messing with me, and I was ready for it. I was ready for a laugh anyway. I hated being upset or quiet.

"But can you even cook?"

I am irked. I give my undead friend a glare and he placed a hand on the counter, leaning down to my height with a sly smirk.

"How am I sure you don't burn stuff?"

I punch Sans in the shoulder embarrassed "I can cook pretty good actually!"

"Pfft~! Yeah right Kid!"

hove him.

"You're so mean!"

He laughs as I *hmph* and turn back around, hair swishing in his face. When I first started living down here my hair was a good length, cut just below my ear. Now however, it's about to my shoulders and a little wild from time to time. By wild I mean I had a cow lick on the top of my head and my bangs have decided to shift to the side. Since Sans was so close, my hair must've hit him in the face cause he sneezed a bit while I was turning on the burner. Sans rubs his nose after the sneeze and laughs. I ignore him and pour batter into the pan, making not so rounded, yet to be finished pancakes. I hear him snort at the rugged edges

"Shut up." I mutter in annoyance and a tad of shame. He muffles his laughter best he can, failing miserably. I growl and finally kick him out of the kitchen.

"If your gonna laugh at me for trying to make something other than spaghetti then go ahead! But do it over there!"

He puts his hands in his jacket still laughing. "I'm surprised you haven't told me to put a shirt on yet!"

I look at him, he isn't wearing a shirt and his ribs are bare. I would say that I was a blushing mess, but I wasn't. I shrugged.

"I don't care really."

He double takes and steps back in the kitchen. "Seriously?"

I look back at him, flipping a pancake. "No, why? Did you honestly think that I would be embarrassed or something?"

"Well...Maybe...?" he rubs his neck nervously and I chuckle, ready to mess with him a little.

"You seriously thought I haven't seen a naked skeleton before, Sans?"

His face is plastered blue now. He opens his mouth to say something but I start talking again, a satisfied feeling welling up in me.

I smirk "Need I remind you that we humans on the surface actually study skeletons in biology? I literally saw a bare skeleton everyday as I walked into my homeroom class. So...yeah. Seeing you shirtless doesn't phase me in the slightest."

Sans covers his face with one hand, reeling from either his hang over or the fact that I practically knew what he'd look like naked. Or both. Again, I wasn't phased. I'm actually intrigued that he was though. Considering he's my father's royal scientist, you'd think he'd have a come back like "It's not embarrassing, it's SCIENCE!" Or some shit. But nope. All I got was a blueberry walking back to the living room wishing he had a beer. I laugh at myself with a sense of accomplishment. I whisper to myself so he can't hear.

"But I love you anyways, my precious friend." 

My heart pangs when I say friend... It hurts.

((((*Yawns* Sorry ya'll.. I was real sleepy while typing this out...Sorry for the cringe XD.  I love you and hope to see ya soon!

  ~Ekoing))))