Fransweek '23 - Day 6
Theme: Stargazing Rating: G Pairing: DT Sans & Frisk Word Count: 1,020
I really struggled with this one because I had no ideas what to write for this prompt whatsoever lol hope it's a fun read! Got some Dancetale in the house! WOOT! Cross posted to Ao3 here!
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"what's this about kid?"
Sans was standing in Frisk's room, watching the little tyke run back and forth scattering papers everywhere as they tried to climb their walls and pin something to the upper corners. Admittedly the skeleton had been a little surprised when Frisk had insisted on him coming up here the second he and Pap had stepped through Tori's door, but now he was mildly bored and curiously wondering what had them in such a hurry that they were practically role playing Taz from the looney tunes.
"Wait!" They shouted, needlessly loud.
It was as if they were trying to draw something and Sans was attempting to peek over their arm. Which he did love to do, riling them up was always hilarious, but whatever this was couldn't actually be applied to the same way.
"c'mon frisk, your old lady said it was meatloaf night. i have a whole log with my name on it written in ketchup downstairs—"
They pouted at him over their shoulder, puffed their cheeks out. "No! Wait!"
He sighed.
Pulling his hat and hood down low over his brow Sans slipped his phone out of his pocket and started to scroll through youtube music videos. He was midway through a new choreography showcase for Lana Del Rays 'Gods and Monsters' when he felt a tug on his sleeve and glanced down to see Frisk bouncing excitedly on the balls of their feet.
They started to drag him over to their bed and he groaned as he tucked his phone away before collapsing face down on it.
"you know i love a good nap pal, but i'd rather eat." Sans grumbled into the mattress.
"Sans!" He had to resist chuckling as Frisk pushed at him, annoyance loud and clear in their voice. "Turn over you lazy bones!"
Letting out another put up groan he made a show of rolling over, and landing back on his front.
"Nooooo!"
Okay, they sounded like they were about to start whining and whenever Frisk did that for long they usually ended up crying. Sans loved them but when they sobbed it was always just too much for him. He didn't think they'd appreciate him noping out through a shortcut to his own bedroom.
They'd hold it over his head for weeks. Emotionally blackmail him with guilt.
Toriel always got upset when Sans ended up buying the kid ice cream for days on end.
"okay okay, you win." He turned in time to see them grin, the cat that got the milk, and went full starfish across their bed as he glanced up at their ceiling.
Sans' sockets widened.
Frisk plopped down next to him and tucked their head into his shoulder as they pointed at one of the several crudely drawn papers they'd hung up.
"That's Vela, and Puppis!" Sans glanced down at them and then back up as they pointed at another paper. "Lepus and Train—....Traingloom?"
"traingulum australe." He whispered.
"Yeah!"
They both laid there, staring up at the handmade star map that threatened to fall at any moment as various corners dripped away from their backdrop, both silent and watchful.
Frisk broke the silence, whispering low as if not to disturb the feeling that had settled over the room. "I know monsters can't travel right now and that you were really excited to see the stars."
Sans' sockets lidded as he looked at them, noting the hopeful sparkle in their eyes and the tone of shyness they suddenly took as they kept their eyes locked on the ceiling.
"I thought you'd like seeing them somehow."
He grinned. "and this was all you could think of?"
They frowned, saddened.
"Yeah…"
Sans stared at them for a long time before looking back up and pointing with his other arm. "you forgot canopus."
"What?" They startled and sat up to get a closer look at where he was pointing before huffing and weakly slapping his chest. "No I didn't!"
He laughed and slowly sat up.
Sans continued to take in the crooked constellations and the haphazardly tapped together edges.
It was true; he did want to see the stars, all of them. When Papyrus had declared that they were going traveling once they reached the surface he'd acted put out and exhausted with the mere idea of it. But he'd been secretly hopeful and he hadn't wanted the others to know that way when the news inevitably came—and it did come—that they had to stay in one place while new laws were put in place no one would be able to see his disappointment.
Apparently he hadn't been that good at hiding it if Frisk had gone to so much effort for him.
How long had it taken them to make this? How many books did they read and charts they peruse?
Sans glanced down at the child beside him as they continued to look at their ceiling, and smiled. The affection and awe he felt was no longer for the stars as he ruffled their hair.
They really were something.
Frisk batted his hand away with a whine and he snorted. "thanks kid."
They blinked at him, confused. And then slowly grinned wide enough their missing tooth showed as realization lit up their sun colored irises.
"You're welcome Sans."
How had he and his race been so lucky? Not only to encounter an innocent kid that offered nothing but love and understanding in each hand, but that also was determined enough to do nearly anything for them after all the wrongs and horrors they'd done trying to get free.
Sans would never understand.
"hey, are you still interested in learning how to dance? for real?"
Frisk's eyes went wide as they held their hands up to their chin and nodded excitedly.
"won't be as easy as whatever magic helped you when you fell into the underground. but it will be eventually, if you work hard." He shrugged.
"I miss dancing." They stated. "Please Sans, teach me!"
Sans nodded. "it's a promise pal."
"DINNER IS READY!" Papyrus' voice suddenly roared. "GET DOWN HERE!"
They both broke down into giggles.
