HI! I'M STILL ALIVE!!

Sorry that I was so inactive for the past few months. I just got to a new school and a new school means new systems to get used to. ><;;;

Just to update you guys, I have another one shot planned after this (probably will be up by this week) and I might be able to write some TGATR by this week as well. ^^

... Hopefully. ^^;;;

Also, this chapter is slightly suggestive (it doesn't go to the bone zone, relax. ^^)

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"In the end, you never even cared about us, did you?"

"What..."

"No, you never even cared about me, did you? That's the truth, isn't it?"

The bed creaked in her sleep. "No..."

"If you never loved me, why didn't you say anything? Why didn't you tell me anything? Did you really think I could read that selfish mind of yours?"

"Please... Stop..."

"I should have known. Humans will always be the same, selfish and only after their own desires. If I have known better, I should have gone for a mage that was way better than you-"

"Stop!!" The girl bolted upright in her bed, her blanket flying across them mattress. Her right hand flew to her chest as she took in deep heavy breaths, beads of cold sweat dripping down her temples. She had to blink a few times in order to ascertain her current location.

Walls adorned with hand-drawn pictures from her childhood. A nearby study table covered with worksheets and her wide array of stationery. Bookshelves filled to the brim with thin and thick novels that she gathered due to her new pastime of book-reading. Then her eyes caught the sight of a wooden shelf above the full-length mirror next to her closet, the shelf had three photograph frames of herself and a man with white hair. Although his bright blue eyes contrasted with her dull brown ones, he looked just as happy and delighted as she was in those pictures.

Those pictures... A year ago, those pictures didn't even exist. So much had happened since then, some bad but mostly good. And yet...

She didn't have the courage to accept reality after all. Her nightmare was the evidence, a clear indication that she just couldn't believe it...

After she heaved a heavy sigh, the brunette got out of bed, rubbing her eyes gently as she tiptoed out of the room, closing the door behind her quietly. She wasn't the only one in this house, after all. It would be rude to wake the others.

But little did she knew that someone was already wide awake when she left.

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The steel kettle landed on the cork coaster as the teenager turned the stove off, the blue flames that were quietly roaring minutes ago disappearing. While waiting for the boiling water to cool, she opened the cabinet and took out a small box, consisting of all types of tea bags, including golden flower tea. She remembered her adoptive father, Asgore, telling her that if she was ever feeling troubled, she should drink tea to calm down.

Calm down... calm down... calm down... Those words repeated her head like a mantra.

After pouring water into the ceramic mug, she dragged her heavy feet to the sofa, warming her hands with her hot drink. Her mind was full of thoughts, echoing over and over again in her head, even though they shouldn't be. Yes, she managed to get her happy ending. Yes, everyone else was happy as they were right now. And most importantly, she could never reset and make everything happen all over again in an endless time loop.

But even so, why was feeling this... scared? It was not long before she realised that it was not worry that she was feeling; it was fear, fear for the future and fear for her wellbeing. And she didn't know why.

She sighed again and took another sip of her tea. This was certainly getting nowhere. She felt nothing but sleepy, and she hadn't calmed down a tiny bit at all. A few seconds had past before the teenager turned her head skyward, staring at the ceiling as the minutes flew by.

"Fly me to the moon," She hummed quietly, lost in thought. "And let me play among the stars. Let me see what's life like on Jupiter and Mars,"

"In other words, hold my hand. In other words, darling, kiss me,"

The light breeze from outside blew against the windchimes by her door, but the girl paid no attention to it. It was even stranger that it was windy now, in the dead of night of all times. Instead, she continued to sing softly.

"Fill my heart with song, and let me sing forevermore. You are all I long for, all I worship and adore."

"In other words, please be true. In other words..."

Somehow, her voice trailed off at the last lyric. Try as she might, she could not bring herself to say it. Those three words that had been bothering her ever since she woke up in the middle of the night.

Luckily, someone sang it for her. A deep baritone voice entered the living room as graceful as a swan, a voice that had resonated in her head for a whole year. A voice that she never got tired of.

"I love you."

The girl let out a startled gasp as she whipped her head to the side, facing the entrance of the hallway, where a white-haired boy was leaning his shoulder against the wall, his sea blue eyes gazing at her affectionately. Although his arms were crossed in front of his chest, there was a cheeky, mischievous smirk on his face, a smirk that she saw very often, even when he was mad.

"Sans-!" She yipped in surprise, watching as he slowly sauntered over and sat next to her on the sofa, his eyes never leaving her. "Heya, Frisk," He calmly greeted her, ruffling her hair a little, making the ends of her lips curl a little. "A little early for tea, ain't it?" He joked, leaning in to give her a kiss on her head. "Whatcha doin', singin' my favourite song at midnight, hm?"

Her eyes brightened at the mini PDA he gave her (okay, they are not in public but STILL). This guy really knew how to make her feel all better within seconds. And it wasn't his magic, no it was all him, speaking the sweet talks and making his affectionate moves on her. That was one of the many reasons why she loved him.

But... Frisk thought, her smile turning sombre as she remembered her dream.

"No, you never even cared about me, did you?"

Does he love me back?

"Sans?" She whispered to the older boy, inadvertently leaning against his shoulder, her eyes wandering around the room. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure thing, Frisk," He answered immediately, smiling at her sweetly, as he always would. He knew that Frisk shared the same dreams that he had before the Barrier broke, the dreams that forced her to watch helplessly as her friends and family were killed over and over again. That said, he was accustomed to comforting Frisk about those nightmares, the same way that she had always comforted him whether he had them as well. "What is it?" He encouraged her.

She hesitated before speaking, putting her mug of tea on the coffee table. "Sans... Do you really love me?"

He blinked, quickly turning to her, raising his eyebrows. This was certainly new. "Now, what makes you think that I don't?" He grinned in his usual jokester manner. "Of course I do, sweetheart," He hastily assured her when she began to lower her head. "Why would you be here if I didn't?"

She didn't respond for a while. Then she spoke softly. "But... Aren't there times when I'm just... a kid?"

"Does this have to do with me calling you 'kiddo' so much?" He chuckled. "I've said this before and I'll say this again: 'kiddo' is just my special nickname for you. I don't call anyone else by that name, you know, so it's become my way of showing affection, too,"

"That's not what I'm worried about, Sans," She replied, her voice sounding more troubled now. Hearing her boyfriend talk about something that was kept between the both of them was certainly not helping her conquer the doubts she had about their relationship. "It's... something else,"

Sensing her stress, he coiled his arm around her shoulder and lightly caressed her cheeks. "So, what is it then? What made you wake up so late, hm?"

She took a deep breath. "I had a nightmare again," She began, biting her lip. "And this time, it... it wasn't about a genocide run,"

"Who was in that dream?"

She paused, as if she was afraid of saying the next few words. "There was no one other than me and you,"

"And what happened?" He spoke after a few seconds of silence.

Her own hands wrapped around her chest as she reminisced. "You... you were saying a lot of stuff to me. And I couldn't respond to them at all. You were shouting at me, saying that I never loved you or cared about you and that you should have found someone else to be your girlfriend instead of me," At this, she could not help but start crying, tears peeking out of her eyelids and her voice cracking slightly. "I-I couldn't say anything, and you just never stopped. I was s-so scared that you mean all t-those words and t-that you didn't l-love me anymore..."

As her tears fell, Frisk buried her head into his chest, wrapping her hands around him and holding his tightly, as if he would disappear if she let go. Words started to spill out of her mouth as she cried. "I j-just don't know... I don't know if I c-can accept all th-that's happened... I feel scared o-of facing people when I'm s-scared for the future... when I'm s-scared of losing you, Sans..."

The expression on his face saddened as he rhythmically patted her hair, getting his fingers tangled in her short brown locks. His other hand gently lifted her off the sofa onto his lap. (it was a good thing that she was light, or was that another bad sign about her stress?) Nonetheless, he steadily stroked her hair again and again as he held her in his arms. Times like these, Sans knew that words were not enough to comfort her. But this time, he couldn't help but murmur softly.

"Frisk, you have no idea how much I love you," He spoke, burying his face in her hair. "I know I don't show it a lot, but I really really love you. There's no one in the whole world who could be as sweet and kind and understanding and beautiful as you, okay? Don't ever forget that,"

"I know... I won't," She replied in hiccups, still weeping quietly as she leaned against his chest. A moment of silence ensued in the living room.

Then Sans had an idea, and although it wasn't really the best cure for a fearful heart, he had the feeling that it would do the trick. "How about this, I'll show you how much I love you, sweetie,"

She looked up at him in curiosity. "How?"

"Tell me what to do,"

"What?" She tilted her head in confusion.

"I want you to tell me what to do, for the rest of the night, until daytime, Frisk," He explained. "It could be anything you want, just tell me what you want, and consider it done,"

"But what does that do? I don't understand how it proves that you love me..."

"Because, Frisk, love is built on trust, the trust that we have for each other. I'm asking you to tell me what to do, because I trust you," He proclaimed, grinning again.

She took a minute to take it in and afterwards, she began to giggle. "Is this some censored way to tell me to dominate you?"

He widened his eyes, taken aback by her response. "Wha-where did you hear that word, sweetheart?"

"Don't ask," She waved her hand dismissively.

"But-"

"Don't ask!" She interrupted him, although she was smiling. "You just told me to tell you what to do, so don't ask me that, understand?" She seduced him assertively, her hands suddenly stroking up and down his back.

The white-haired mage bit his lower lip, holding back a moan as her fingers continued to sweep up and down his back, her fingers soon reaching under his shirt to touch his skin. This wasn't what he was expecting, hell it was far from what he was expecting.

But he could roll with it.

"I-I understand," Sans muttered, closing his eyes as he tried to stifle his moans. Sensing his submission, Frisk smirked triumphantly. It was such a fun new game for her that she forgot all about her nightmare.

"Sans," She spoke softly as she raised her hands and wrapped them around his neck. "Bring us back to our room,"

"Yes, Frisk,"

One finger snap later, and they were both in her room again. Sans was holding her in his arms bridal style as he looked to her. "What's next, my dear?"

"Bring me to the bed," She ordered gently, her face slightly pink.

Sans sauntered to the bed and tenderly placed her down, on top of the crumpled comforter. Although she was lying down, she sat up immediately and waited as Sans settled down next to her cross-legged figure. "What's next?" He asked again, in the same submissive tone.

She was almost startled by that tone he was reusing but that did not stop her from saying her next command. "Kiss me,"

Obediently, he approached her and brushed his fingers across her cheek, lightly pulling her face towards him until their faces were only inches apart. Gradually, his lips perched on hers and pressed deeply into her. Her eyes shut at the romantic gesture and she wrapped her hands around his face, tilting her head to the side to deepen the kiss. His hands fumbled about, gripping tightly to her shirt as he delicately pushed her down on the bed, his lips still connected with hers.

In the pale moonlight peeking out from the binds at the window, Sans kept on smothering his girlfriend with passionate kisses. When he got bored of giving her kisses on the lips, he reached for her head and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back so that he could trail sweet butterfly kisses down her neck, with her moans and whimpers as his fuel. When he finally stopped, Frisk whined in complaint, her eyes half-lidded as she stared at him. "Why, in the world, have you stopped?" She breathed.

"Because you gave me the command to only kiss you," He replied in a seductive tone. Right then and there, Frisk could feel the room getting hotter and hotter by the second, especially when Sans leaned in close to her face again, his left hand caressing her chin, and muttered in a sexy voice, contrasting the submissive voice he had before. "What's next, my princess?"

Frisk gasped at the sudden change in her nickname, and even though Sans was the one who asked that question, she already knew that now she was the submissive one. With her face completely red and her cheeks red-hot like iron, the brunette reached out for his hands and twirled his fingers around his. In a low and anticipative voice, she whispered quietly. "Love me, Sans,"

The blue in his eyes glowed with a sapphire aura as soon as he heard those three magic words. She could hear the door to her room being closed and locked within earshot. When she looked back at him, she could see a burning desire in his azure eyes, an expression full of hunger and erotic want. Blue was often a cool colour, she thought to herself, but in this case, his eyes were anything but calm and collected.

"As you wish, your majesty," He mumbled into her ear, his hands already reaching for his pants.

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... Heh heh. ^^