[ MEGALOTROUSLE IS HERE ]
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"Here we are," Sans announced as he stepped onto the chipped ground of the recess area.
"We're still going with the plan?" Papyrus tried to whisper and miserably failed.
"Mhm. Follow my lead." Sans hid from behind a brick wall and scanned the mass of blabbering children. "Gotcha," He said, grinning. It seemed as if the world shut off, a pure ocean of black swooping in and covering the world in a dark sheet - if only for a second. In a moment, the world was normal again, except for a small child who was now standing with the two brothers.

The child blinked in confusion for a small moment, before realizing what happened - sort of. He squeaked and stumbled back a bit. In the distance, Frisk wondered where their bully went. 

"Heya." Sans greeted, waving with such ease despite the blue magic spiraling up from his eye. "So, you know Frisk, right? They're a kid in your class. Short, brown hair, doesn't talk much?" The child frowned. 

"...Yeah, I know 'em. They're kinda weird. Why do you wanna know?" 

"Well, if you know them, you'll know they're always covered in bandages. There's weird bruises and their hands and knees always look a bit dinged up. Kinda looks like someone's picking on them, right?"

"Why do I care? Why do you think I did it?" The boy snarled. 

"Doesn't matter. All I know is this. What goes around comes around. Get out of it what you put into it. Equal and opposite reaction. Whatever, I don't expect you to know, you're like 5 years old. Anyway, here's what I mean." 

" Y o u ' r e   g o n n a   h a v e   a   b a d   t i m e . "

Sans' wrist flicked up, and a strange blurry mess shot at the child. A small scream rang out, clear in the cold, winter air, before it spiked up and suddenly stopped. 

"Did you kill them?!" Papyrus suddenly piped up, anxious. He darted over to his brother, searching for the child in the clouds of dust stirred up.

"Nah. Just... wh-"

The child sat on the ground, huddled up, completely unharmed. In front of him lied a strangely still Frisk, health flickering at 1 HP. 

The next moments blurred. Frisk was scooped up by Sans, and the immediate idea was to go home. What about the other child, Sa-
He's fine. Leave him.

The familiar jet black came again, and soon Sans and Papyrus with a smaller than ever Frisk were at their home.

"You're home quick. What's..." Toriel trailed off as she saw Frisk curled up in Sans' arms. 

"They're not dead! Just very severely injured!" Papyrus smiled wide. 

"I don't know why they took the hit." He quickly spat out his jagged, heavy words, and sighed. He didn't need excuses. He needed to get Frisk help. He couldn't forgive himself if he hurt the kid, much less... 

Killed them? 

His eyes flew down to the small figure of Frisk in his arms. They trembled slightly. 

"I need- I mean." He let his eyes bore into the floorboards instead of what he did.

Don't call them that. There's more to them than what you did. It's Frisk, their name is Frisk. It's not their fault, it's y-

"Frisk needs your help."