Frans Week 2018 Day 5 - The Wrong Usage of Skeleton Puns
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Puns are reused, puns are bad. I couldn’t come up with good pranks and I’m trying to write more angst so don’t mind me~
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“Hey Sans, what did the autumn leaf say to the other?”
“I don’t know, what did he say?”
“He said, ‘I’ll see you next fall!’ ”
“Pfttttt, good one,” The skeleton chuckled before replying. “How about this, why did the skeleton not go to the club party?”
Frisk giggled. “I don’t know, why?”
“Because he had no-body to go with!”
She chortled in laughter after hearing that joke, her laughter sounding no different than an angel’s to him. As they walked past in the Waterfall area together, the skeleton’s face turned azure in embarrassment. He wanted to pull his hood over his head, but when he reached back, he instantly remembered that he wasn’t wearing his hoodie anymore.
Now why wasn’t he wearing his hoodie? The answer is simple, Sans and Frisk were on a pseudo-date.
How it started was a lot simpler than what you’d expect. Neither Sans nor Frisk had asked each other out. In fact, it was one of Sans’ monster friends who asked one of Frisk’s human friends out, and they were just tagging along. Little did they know that the monster and human couple already knew about Frisk and Sans’ ‘relationship’, and they were dragging those two along with their date just so that the oblivious couple would go on a date as well.
Just as both Eliats and Chisara had expected, both Sans and Frisk were dressed well. Frisk was wearing a dark fuschia party dress, a sweet violet cardigan and a pair of black Mary Jane shoes. She had a pink handbag next to her, and her long hair was tied up in a pretty bun. Likewise, Sans had a much dapper outfit himself. He was wearing a navy blue jacket over a white collar shirt, black pants and brown loafers. No hoodies, no slippers, heck he didn’t even smell like ketchup at all. Instead, an aroma of cologne wafted through the air around him (it was all Eliats’ idea, Sans didn’t even know what he sprayed on him).
As soon as the two of them met each other at the entrance of the Waterfall, they had small, faint blushes on their cheeks. Soon after the date started, Eliats and Chisara decided to move ahead to the MTT Resort, leaving the other two behind. Now here they are, walking sedately, not bothering to catch up (since Frisk couldn’t afford to ruin her dress and Sans… was just too lazy to bother).
“I wonder where Chisara is,” Frisk remarked, looking ahead at the end of the road. “You think she’s having a good time with Eliats?”
The monster shrugged. “Probably, I just hope that the guy doesn’t get drunk or anything like that. He had low alcohol tolerance, as far as I am concerned,”
“Speak for yourself!” Frisk replied, grinning from ear to ear. “I found you in the bar last week with your cheeks all flushed blue and a empty ketchup bottle in your hand! And Grillby told me that that bottle was your third one!”
“He… what?”
“Why were you drinking that much anyway? Got something on your mind?” She asked, her voice filled with concern, and some mischief as well.
“Kid, I’m a skeleton. Anything that I encounters just goes right through me,” He winked at his infamously bad pun as Frisk giggled again. Although it was rather old and had been reused a number of times, this course of action was necessary, he had decided.
After all, how would she react if he said that the reason he was drinking was because of her? Heh, Sans would rather not find out.
Instead, he asked, “So, speaking of the lovesick couple that are up ahead,” He turned to her, meeting her chocolate-brown eyes at eye level. In fact, he realised that it was surprising that she had not grown at all since the barrier broke, she was almost as tall as he was. “Since Valentine’s Day is coming up, do you… have anyone in mind?”
He knew it was a stupid question, a really really stupid question, especially considering how fast his soul was pounding in his chest. But despite of his feelings for her, he had to know. If there really was anyone else that Frisk liked, he thought that then he could finally face reality. After all, what would she ever see in a bag of lazybones like him?
Although it would be a bittersweet ending, if he could get some assurance that Frisk didn’t like him back, maybe he could finally move on with his own life. Making puzzles with Papyrus, pulling off bad puns that made everyone laugh, lazing around like the same skeleton he had been for years…
… Having Frisk sleep with him when he had a nightmare, hanging out with Frisk at Grillby’s, Frisk allowing him to hug her tightly in the fear of losing her, having Frisk listening to him rant and mumble every time he had a nightmare of a corrupted timeline, having Frisk as a close and very good friend…
… Crap. When did he not realise that Frisk was already part of his life.
Her answer didn’t really help him either.
“Well, there is someone, but I’ve yet to ask him about it,” She said quickly.
At that moment, Sans felt like his soul had broken into two. So she did have a special someone in mind. Who would have thought.
“I think you should go for it, kiddo,” Sans replied, looking down in hopes of hiding his hurt expression. “Find someone to love, someone to take care of, someone to… be with you for the rest of your life,” He was praying that his voice did not sound shaky or broken. Then again, if he had been hiding his true feelings from everyone he knew, why would this be any different?
“What about you, Sans? Do you have anyone to love?”
The skeleton monster could feel his footsteps slowing down. “No, I don’t,” He lied monotonously. “Like I said, anything I encounter just goes right through me, heh heh… ”
At this point, he had stopped completely, his hands stuffed in his pockets and his head hung low. When Frisk noticed this, she immediately spun around. “Sans?”
“Besides, even if I do have someone to love, I don’t have the guts to say it, heh heh… ”
“Sans-”
“I’m probably better off alone anyway, no one wants to be around this lazybone all the time, amirite?”
“Sans-”
“I mean, I barely get any work done, I don’t put any backbone in anything, do I?”
“Sans-”
“So what would anyone see in a bag of bones like me?”
He was close to tears, clenching his teeth tightly in an attempt to not cry. Saying that it was easier said than done, was very true. His tears threatened to fall, and his hands in his pockets were clenched into fists. He could not bare to look at Frisk, his best friend, his crush, his sweet angel that liberated him from his world of darkness. Dramatic or not, it was truly how he felt. And yet…
“ … I see kindness,”
Those words that came out of her mouth sounded like gospel to him, he raised his head, meeting her eyes again. Those same, sweet, comforting eyes that he had seen millions of times. “What?” He whispered almost inaudibly.
“I, I see kindness in you,” She repeated slowly, reaching for his left hand and holding it tightly. “The kind of kindness that I always see when you give me encouragement whenever I needed it, whether it was related to my work or my social life,”
Sans made no reply, only bearing a surprised expression on his face as Frisk continued.
“I also see patience,” She said, smiling warmly at him. “I see it every time you’re listening to me, whenever I tell you about my worries in the present or those for the future,”
“I know you won’t agree with this one, but I can see a caring heart in you too,” She grimaced for a moment. “I know that in some other runs, I was merciless and I killed every monster I saw, and I know that you remember,” She frowned at this, looking down for a few seconds. Sans was going to ask her if she was okay before she continued.
“But you still comfort me whenever I have a nightmare about it. You could have ignored my shouts at night, and you could have left me to deal with them on my own, but you didn’t… Instead, you comfort me and make sure that I stop crying before putting me back to sleep…”
Sans just kept looking at her, tears already flowing out of his eye sockets and staining his jacket, his cheeks slightly blue. Meanwhile, there was a small scarlet hue on the human girl’s cheeks. In fact, with her averting eyes and her biting on her bottom lip, she almost looked like she was embarrassed to say the next sentence. But she stayed determined…
“I see… I see love in you, Sans,” She bravely admitted, her eyes looking away from him as she spoke. “You always hold me close to you whenever I have a nightmare or I’m crying in my room. You would never ask why I was crying, only asking how you could help me, and every time I would throw my arms around you and sob endlessly,”
“But you didn’t care,” She said, giving him a grateful smile. “You would pick me up in your arms and carry me to my bed, laying me down first before crawling next to me and patting my head until the nightmare passed, and you would stay there until the morning came…” She let go of his hand, letting it swing back to its original position by Sans’ side.
At this point, Sans was blushing wildly. Was she fully aware of the things that he did around her when she was asleep or in a nightmare? He had no clue.
“Sans… I have a question for you,” She timidly asked, twiddling her thumbs and shifting her feet a little. “I know that just now, you asked me whether I liked someone, right?”
“Well,” She gulped, clearly nervous. “That person that I mentioned…”
“That person was you.”
“But I know, you just said that you didn’t find anyone to love, so it’s okay if you don’t love me or anything like that…” She trailed off, refusing to look at him in the eye now that she had confessed her love to the skeleton monster.
With his eye sockets opened wide and the blush across his cheeks deepening, he replied. “I lied to you,”
“Wha-?” She had turned to face him in shock, but was cut off when he leaned in close to her and perched his teeth onto her lips, keeping his eyes shut as the kiss lasted for minutes. The human girl had no idea on how to react at first, staying completely still. But as he snaked his hands around her head and her waist, pulling her closer to him, she instinctively reached out for his neck, tilting her head to the side to deepen their long kiss.
For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of the waterfalls in that cave.
Then as they broke away from each other, Frisk found herself leaning into Sans’ embrace, the warmth of his chest comforting her. The skeleton raised his hand to pet Frisk’s head rhythmically, softly chuckling to himself. “Heh, you have no idea on how long I wanted to do that, Frisk…”
She smiled at him, wrapping her arms around his body, hugging him tightly. “Same with me,” She murmured. “Sans, I don’t want anyone hearing you use those terrible puns again, I know that you’re nothing like what you said,”
He chuckled again. “Wrong usage, huh?” He was replied by a quick nod, before laying a sweet kiss on her forehead. “Gotcha, my little angel. I love you,”
“I love you too,”