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Frisk was visibly uncomfortable at the idea of lying to Toriel. She knew it had to be done, to keep her from worrying about this new threat, but it still left her with a pain in her heart. She had never lied to Tori before. There was never a reason to not tell her the truth, as the old queen understood anything to the best of her abilities.

But this situation was different. Frisk swallowed and nodded stiffly, keeping her mouth shut as they teleported away.

It didn't take long for Toriel to open the door. She recognized Sans' knock well, and at first greeted them with delighted surprise.

"Back so soon, you two?" She eyed them both. Sans' smile was fake, though it was hard for even her to tell. And Frisk was visibly shaking. The old goat's smile fell into an expression of great concern.

"H-Hey, Mom. We thought we'd...Stop by for another visit. Is that okay?" Frisk did her best to seem cheery and happy, despite not moving from Sans' side. She didn't rush into Tori for a hug, and that was perhaps the most telling thing of all.

"My child, are you all right?" Instantly, Tori was over Frisk. She ran a paw through her messy hair, smoothing it and picking out some dirt that had been stuck in it. "What happened?" She turned her attention to Sans and put her other paw on his shoulder, giving him an equally concerned look. He looked worse than Frisk!

"It's okay, Mom! Really! It was just, uhh...A long night." Frisk stole a quick glance at Sans. "Let's just head in," she said as she took her mother's paw and held it.

Toriel gave them a skeptical look, but stood up straight and moved to allow them inside. She turned her paw to hold Frisk's hand tightly, then led them into the hall.

Once inside her living room, Toriel fused over Frisk like she was mortally wounded. She got her a change of clothes, as her outfit had been torn and stained in the fight. It must have been when she was dragged around by those strings. Frisk, of course, didn't dare say that. She simply did as Toriel told her. After that, the old goat sat her down on the couch and gently cleaned the dirt from her face. She also bandaged a small scrape that was on Frisk's cheek.

"Mom, really! I'm okay, I promise!" In all honesty, Frisk was a little embarrassed. First she couldn't do much to help Sans in the fight, and now Toriel was completely babying her. She appreciated the concern, but didn't feel like she deserved it.

All the while, Toriel was quiet. Every once in a while, she'd glance at Sans, as though waiting for the real reason they were both in such a state. She didn't pry it from him, though, and simply let them both relax and eat some of the leftover pie.

As soon as Sans was gone, however, Toriel stood firm and crossed her arms. "Frisk, I want you to tell me what really happened. And I want you to tell me now."
Frisk stared in the direction Sans had been, startled by Tori's sudden firmness. She looked up at her, feeling like a small child that was dangerously close to being grounded. "I...I did tell you! Nothing happened, it was just--"

"A rough night. Yes, you have said that many times now, my child. No matter how many times you say it, I will not believe it."

Frisk slouched and looked to the ground.

"Tell me the truth."

"I...I can't, Mom. I'm sorry, but I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because you won't understand!" Frisk shot her head up to look Toriel in the eye. From her spot on the couch, it was hard to see her expression clearly...But she knew it was a hurt one. "I mean...It's complicated. Please, just trust me when I say it's for the best that you don't know. That no one knows."

Toriel let her arms fall to her sides and stepped back. She turned away from Frisk. "I see..."

Panicking, Frisk stood and went to Tori. "I love you, Mom. It's nothing that's worth worrying about, I promise. Everything will be fine!"

"You're not fine now, Frisk!" Toriel rounded on the young woman, her expression fierce with hurt and worry. She gasped when she realized she had just yelled, and lifted a paw to her chest. "Please," she said much more softly. "Tell me, my child."

Frisk stared at her for a long moment, then lowered her head. "I can't...I'm sorry." Her bottom lip quivered, and she quickly bit onto it to keep from crying. She had shed far too many tears that day.

Toriel was quiet. She waited a moment, then slowly nodded. Again, she turned away. "I am sorry, my child, but I do not want you coming to me in such a condition again. My soul cannot take it."

"I understand, Mom." Frisk slowly stepped up to her and put a hand on her arm. "You don't have to worry about me, I promise."

Toriel didn't respond. They stood like that for a long moment before Frisk finally stepped back. "I'll...wait for Sans in the hall." She paused, and when she didn't hear any argument, she slowly headed towards the stairs. She could feel her heart shatter from the immense guilt, and it was not unlike all those years ago when Toriel begged her not to leave the ruins.

Downstairs, Frisk leaned heavily against the door. She tilted her head up to look at the ceiling, trying to get the tight, sinking feeling in her chest to go away. This was for the best...She had to tell herself that. Sans was right - no one could know about that other Sans, or the possibility of other realities. They had to stay blissfully ignorant.

So why did she feel so bad? Sucking in a breath of the cold air, Frisk put her face in her hands. She took slow breaths as she waited for Sans.

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Frisk remained kneeling on the ground. She worked her jaw in anticipation as she watched the two skeletons. In that moment, she would give anything for real fighting experience. Even if it was just extra HP, she could still stand alongside Sans. That was the downside of a pacifist route, she supposed. If things got too rough, she couldn't really protect herself. Then again, there weren't any monsters in their Underground like that Sans. Even at max HP, Frisk doubted she'd be much of a match for him.

Kneeling like that on the sidelines, Frisk felt completely useless. She rocked back onto her toes and shifted nervously. The fight had suddenly stopped, and all she could do was cautiously watch the unstable Sans. When he suddenly elected to end their fight there, Frisk let out a shaky breath of relief. She lowered her head and let her stiff neck and shoulders relax the faintest bit.

Her attention went down to the ground, yet her head quickly snapped back up when she heard her Sans shout. She looked on in horror as he moved to follow the other Sans into that strange void. She moved to get up, yet stumbled and collapsed back to the ground. She passively wondered how much HP she had lost, but her main attention was on her dear friend.

"Sans don't!" She reached out for him, fully expecting to see him disappear into whatever that place was. When he didn't, she let herself relax her arm but didn't relax fully. Concern for him pushed her to successfully stand.

"Sans?" She approached him gingerly, out of fear that she might startle him. She didn't understand a word he said, and that just made her worry more. Watching him closely, she saw him move his hand. It didn't take her long to realize that he was going to put his hand in his pocket...Which wasn't there. She looked down at herself and realized that she had been wearing his jacket the whole time. Quickly, she shrugged it off and put it around his shoulders.

"It's okay," she softly said. Her hands remained on his shoulders, though their grip was light in case Sans wanted his space.

She tried to keep her strength, she really did. But she couldn't keep herself from leaning against him, relieved that he was still there and not a pile of dust. She nuzzled softly at his head.

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Frisk braced herself for the hit. She winced and shut her eyes a split second before the alternate Sans stopped his attack. She cracked one eye open to look at him, frowning slightly as he started to laugh. She grit her teeth and tried to think of something to say, something like a plea that would get this Sans to leave them alone. Or something that could at least distract him long enough to allow her Sans to get his bearings.

Unfortunately, she wasn't quick enough. She could hardly see the fast-moving threads before they were wrapped around her. She cried out in surprise, then began to struggle to get free. She pulled at the threads as best she could, though they were uncomfortably snug and held her tight. The magic that coursed through it was hot against her skin, nearly burning. She couldn't even tell if it was a real attack or not.

Whatever this Sans had in mind, Frisk was now completely helpless to it. She stared at her Sans, seeing the horror that flashed on his face just as her body was forced to move. She tried to fight against it, but found that there was nothing she could do. In fact, the thread at her neck seemed to tighten with each move she tried to fight, close to choking her. At that, she was forced to relax and be nothing but a ragdoll at the mercy of Sans' threads.

Terror ran through her as she was practically thrown in her Sans' direction. She closed her eyes and waited for the impact, yet only found the sudden warmth of magic around her, then met the harsh ground. She landed hard on her stomach and groaned.

"It's okay," she softly and quickly said in response to Sans' apology. She heard the gaster blaster and shot her eyes open to frantically look for Sans, and caught sight of him just before he teleported. She breathed a sigh of relief, though said relief was short lived as she was suddenly dragged back and lifted to the alternate Sans' side.

At that point, Frisk felt sore and dizzy. The threads held her in a position that felt uncomfortable and unnatural. She eyed the enemy warily, feeling beads of sweat gather at the sides of her head. Again, she braced herself, and swept her gaze up just in time to see her Sans return and knock his counterpart to the ground.

With the threads broken, Frisk just barely caught herself before Sans grabbed her hand and teleported her away. After that whole situation, she felt so numb that she hardly felt the negative effects the teleportation magic had on her.

"Yeah, I think so." Visibly shaken, Frisk knelt down beside Sans. "What about you?"

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Frisk held on tight to her determination. Her heart pounded as she waited for whatever monster that was stalking them to reveal himself. She just couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity from the otherwise strange voice...And when the monster stepped forward, she knew why.

Her heart skipped a beat. It was...Sans! But not Sans. This version was different, darker in color and more sinister despite his lazy smile and tone. There was something off about him, which was clear to see but hard to explain. It was like he was glitching out, and entirely unstable.

Frisk tightened her hold on Sans. She knew there were other realities out there, entirely different versions who existed with their own timelines. How she knew, she didn't want to admit. But those were thoughts for another time.

The hatred that came from the other Sans made her stomach churn. It was a look she had seen before, but the intensity of it made her shudder. She had never seen this Sans before, she was sure of it. So why did he care what was going on in their reality?

Before she could ponder that thought, she found herself being jerked and squeezed as her Sans held her tight while dodging the attacks. By the time she was being set on the ground, she felt a little dizzy. She put a hand to her head and blinked, frozen until she saw Sans motion for her to stay. She opened her mouth to argue, but he was before she could even think of what to say.

"Sans!"

Frisk scooted to the side of the boulder and peeked around it to watch the fight. She didn't want to just sit there, but for that moment decided that Sans would be the better person to take care of this. Who else to fight Sans, than Sans himself? But this one fought differently...He used strings to guide his gaster blasters. It was unnerving to witness.

Her body went rigid as the fight continued on, her heart nearly stopping as her Sans was almost hit. That's all it would take...One hit, and it would all be over. Sans would be nothing but dust. With his lack of sleep, Frisk wasn't so confident that he was nimble and alert enough to keep dodging forever.

She put a hand to her mouth, muffling her gasp of shock, as her Sans was pinned. No...No, no, no! Her heart raced as she watched. She was no longer listening to what the other Sans had to say, as at that point she was too busy getting to her feet.

Frisk dashed forward, hurling herself away from the boulder and towards the two skeletons. Without hesitation, she flung herself in front of her Sans with her arms held out, shielding him as best she could. If she got hit, it'd be a nasty strike. But at least she wouldn't turn to dust.

"Stop! Please, just...Stop." Her determination flared, yet her eyes pleaded with the other Sans. "I know there's probably nothing I can say to make you hate me any less. But please...Don't take it out on anyone else."

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Frisk's concern didn't fade much at Sans' explanation. She could tell he was lying. She knew him far too well. But it wasn't like him to get freaked out by something other than his own nightmares and memories. It was clearly an outside source...But what could possibly be so unnerving that even Sans is scared of it?

She jumped at the sound of the voice. She froze and looked around for the source of the voice, but of course didn't find it. It was odd...The voice sounded familiar, despite its brokeness. If she could hear it again, she might be able to pinpoint who it was.

At the sound of the laughter, and Sans' quick response to it, Frisk tensed up. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tight, shivering for a moment before realizing how weak she was acting. Without any fighting experience in this timeline, or a decent amount of HP, Frisk was certainly no fighter.

But she could refuse to be afraid.

It had been such a long time she she faced a monster she had yet to befriend, but her determination soared. "Who are you? Show yourself!" She called, still holding onto Sans as he and her determination were the only things keeping her brave.

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Despite Frisk sleeping lightly, she didn't stir at the sudden crackling noise. It was easily swallowed up by the darkness of her dreamless rest, letting her sleep right through it and Sans' panic. If she wasn't so exhausted, she might have woken up.

What did wake her up, however, was the sudden drop in her stomach. Her chest tightened, and a horrible pressure squeezed at her head. Her stomach flipped. It all lasted for only a couple seconds, but it still left her feeling dizzy and nauseous. For a moment, she forgot how to breathe.

"Ugh, Sans..." She softly groaned and rubbed at her eyes, shifting around a little in his arms. "You gotta warn me when you do that." Frisk pressed her palms to her face, trying to will her pounding headache to go away. Honestly, she had no idea how Sans could stand all his teleporting.

By the sound of the rushing water, Frisk instantly knew that they were in Waterfall. Her first thought was that Sans wanted a change of scenery. Or wanted to check on his post without leaving her behind. Or he...just wanted to mess with her to lighten the mood. Either way, the very last thing she expected when she opened her eyes was to see such a serious look on the skeleton's face.

"H-Hey...What's wrong?" She glanced around. "Why are we here?"

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"Hmm, that's okay." Frisk smiled and leaned into Sans' touches. One would think a bony hand would be uncomfortable to feel against the skin, but Frisk had never considered such a thing. As far as she was concerned, being in Sans' lap was just as comfortable as being in Toriel's. His hands were soft and gentle. Though she did have to keep herself from imagining those same hands sending waves of bones and Gaster Blaster blasts through her body.

Of course, she didn't have to imagine it when it was already burned into her memory. Frisk tensed at that, but quickly relaxed when Sans spoke next.

It was a joke she had heard before, but she still cracked the biggest smile. Her laugh was tired and soft, yet it was still genuine and happy. As it died down, she nuzzled her head against Sans' chest and laughed again at his next joke.

She laughed at every joke and pun, no matter how terrible. Sometimes it wasn't the words he said, but how it was said. Sometimes it was simply because it was Sans saying it. A different person could have said the same thing in the same way, and she still wouldn't have found it very funny. Sans just had something about him that spoke to her heart and soul.

Eventually, her chuckles softened and began to fade. Her eyelids grew heavy, and soon she was asleep against Sans. It wasn't a very deep sleep, so the skeleton's next words easily seeped into her mind. Upon hearing them, she cuddled closer to him.

She was going to protect him, too. And Papyrus. And everyone else. If Chara returned, Frisk was going to fight tooth and nail to save her family and this timeline. She'd do it for everyone, but especially Sans.