Memories - (Sans x Frisk)

Chapter 11

"Coming!" Frisk calls back, shaking her hair loose from it's braid.

She opens the door and we both head down the corridor to the front door.

Thalia wraps Frisk in a tight hug, and Frisk cries out in pain.

"Sorry! Sorry, I forgot..." Thalia says, stepping back as Frisk gingerly touches her stomach.

"It's okay, I forget sometimes too," Frisk tells her, managing a smile.

"Are you still on for tonight?" Thalia asks, excitement dancing in her eyes.

"Of course," Frisk says, shrugging her shoulders, "Why would I let my best friend down?"

"Yes!" Thalia shouts, punching her fist in the air, "You said I was your best friend!"

"You're both my best friends," Frisk says, rolling her eyes, "How many times do I have to tell you?"

"Just one more," says Thalia, laughing.

She turns to face me.

"Is she coming today?" Thalia asks.

"Frisk insists that she's fine," I say.

"I AM fine!" Frisk cries, turning on me.

"Okay! You're fine!" I say, raising my hands in defeat.

'That's right," she says, a smug expression on her face, "You know you can't win an argument with me."

"Excuse me?" I say, startled.

"You heard me," she replies, grinning mischievously.

"That is so not true!" I cry, flushing bright blue.

"Is too," she says, poking her tongue out at me.

"You wanna bet?" I ask.

"Bring it," she tells me, grinning like an evil maniac.

"Next argument, I will win," I say.

"And if you don't?" she asks, innocently.

"If I don't?" I splutter, "That won't even be an option."

"Yeah it will," she says, "I know it will."

"No, it won't!" I cry.

"It will," she taunts me, in a singsong voice,

"No," I say, stubbornly, "I won't let you win!"

"You will! You will!" she sings, dancing around me in circles.

"Stop acting like that," I tell her, folding my arms.

"Stop changing the subject," she says back.

"I wasn't changing the subject, I was just trying to stop you from hurting yourself," I tell her.

"Does this mean I win?" she asks, delight on her face.

"No!" I cry, "You don't win!"

"Why not?" she whines, "I want to go to school already!"

"You want to go to school?" I snort.

"I'm bored, Sans!" she cries, "I can't spend all day in my bed!"

"I never said you had to!" I cry, this conversation getting completely off topic.

"Hmph!"

She folds her arms and pokes her tongue out at me once again.

"Okay, fine. I can't win an argument against you," I say, putting my arm around her.

She smiles, and snuggles into my jacket.