fun level 74 Original MC Sans and Frisk
Back in time (Almost Mid July)
Frisk opened her eyes slowly. She had no idea where she'd been or what time it was. She saw Sans lying right next to her. She noticed the color on the walls and sheets. Yep, her guest bedroom. How did they end up there? She closed her eyes again, not really wanting to think about it. It was obvious she was out of the Ruins and not going to get locked up. She was safe at home. And right now, that was good enough to her.
The next time she woke up, she felt hunger pains. Heard them too. As she started to move, she noticed Sans moving slightly.
"Awake finally?"
Ugh. "I'm . . ." He just looked at her curiously. "I'm sorry."
"Yeah. Should have waited. What's done is done though." He yawned. "Look, Frisk. Things got real messed up down there, and we're never using an encounter again. Toriel caught you, and I didn't have much choice. I faked my death down there. Only Alphys knows."
Faked his death? "Don't say that." No. "Don't say that you did that."
"I had to," Sans admitted. "You couldn't come through again, Tori would eventually suspect me, and I couldn't get you back over as easily undetected."
"I gathered what energy I could. I couldn't just stay in the Ruins my whole life, I just ran on automatic. And then, all my energy disappeared."
"Yeah. There were bumps along the way, but in the end, it's what I said before. You wouldn't want to move far."
"You faked your own death." Frisk lowered her eyes again, it was just too exhausting to keep them open. "I lost a good friend, without losing a good friend."
"Huh?"
Frisk sighed. "They predicted it. I would lose a good friend, without losing a good friend." She closed her eyes.
"The test?" He asked. "You're talking about the test?"
He wanted to know. He really deserved to know. There was no telling what else would be in store for him too. "I would lose myself, without losing myself. I would lose an old friend, without losing an old friend. I would lose my family, without losing my family. I would lose my love, without losing my love." It was only right. She had seen his most private memories after all. Somehow. Him and Papyrus, just walking over mile after mile, monster dust blowing in the air all around them. "I'm sorry."
"Me too. I saw your memories."
"You too?" So, did he know what the test had been then? "What did you see?"
"You're kidnapping. You?"
"Going into the mountain."
"Makes sense." Sans waved it off. "Better you than me. Monster memories, they don't . . . really span our own lifetime. Funny, huh? Live a long time, but, memory only goes back so far. I guess you could say I lose my marbles, but they're still rolling around somewhere." He eyed her. "You feeling okay?"
Odd question. "Tired and hungry."
"Besides that." He looked toward her tummy. "That wasn't there before."
"What wasn't what before?"
"You got magic in your tum-tum," Sans said. "If I hadn't known better, I'd say it feels . . ." He didn't finish. "Hm. What was that test you passed, Frisk?" Changing the strange subject. "I really gotta know."
"Well, I gotta know this too."
Frisk turned and saw Amanda. Oh no. "Oh. Hey." She came toward her. "Oh. This is um . . ." She gestured to Sans. "My special friend."
"Sup," Sans said.
"Frisk, you really better not be getting too 'Frisky'," Amanda warned her.
"He's just a friend," Frisk insisted.
"Hm. Look, you know, I can't judge," Amanda said. "You just be careful with the soul mixin'. It's got repercussions, you know."
"Tired for one," Sans said.
Frisk wanted to close his mouth. If he said that, Amanda would assume she was doing something bad!
"Frisk Cross," Amanda sighed. "Girl, you better be careful." She closed her eyes. "If you get all tangled up, you could get pregnant you know."
Frisk and Sans both smiled at her joke, but Amanda wasn't smiling back.
"I'm serious," Amanda said. "You should know your practices for physical and soul matters. I mean, why else do you think they have books on this kind of thing?"
"Wait, wait, wait." Sans held up his bony finger. "You got your wires crossed on Frisk Cross," he said. "You don't get pregnant by the soul. You gotta get freaky deaky."
"No." Amanda pulled a small book out of her purse and gave it to Frisk. "Here. Keep it."
"This . . . not getting the punchline," Sans complained. "Gotta work better on your jokes."
"Geez, I don't believe this." Amanda crossed her arms. "You took Frisk into kinky soul stuff and didn't even know it yourself?"
Sans held his bony finger up. Again. "Nah, see, you're wrong. Man, woman, get it on, baby. Just soul stuff, that don't, that, that don't do nothing."
Frisk was busy reading the book while they argued back and forth. Oh my. Freaking freaking freaking freak! How?! Impossible. She didn't know much about soul stuff. She knew souls kind of fell in the kinky realm, but it wasn't possible. Right?
"Whatever." Amanda looked back toward her. "Hey, it's no problem. Chances are super thin anyway. Way easier to get it physically. Just . . . you know, you should probably tell Caleb about this. Unless it was a one-time thing."
Frisk hated how carefree Amanda acted at times. But, strange. As impossible as it sounded, it was written right inside of the book. Messing with a human soul in the wrong way, could create another new little soul inside.
"Hey," Sans said. "Lemme see that." He gestured to the book.
"Your life is your life," Amanda said, "but, Caleb is a pretty good guy. Shouldn't go bumping that lifeboat out of the way yet. Especially considering last month."
Last month? "What do you mean?" Frisk asked.
"Come on. Hello?" Amanda scoffed. "You and he were all over each other at that party I dragged you to. I wouldn't be surprised if something did happen then."
"Nothing happened." Really. What was she even talking about? She noticed a look from Sans. "What? Nothing happened!"
Sans shrugged. "Not my business."
"First that, now this?" Amanda shrugged too. "Um. Just. You're my friend no matter what, Frisk, but you gotta think about your future more."
Frisk didn't do anything. Nothing. She knew that. "I will, but-?"
"It's not my thing," Amanda said. "Anyhow. Guess I'll see ya around."
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Sans watched Frisk as she ate her own microwave burger and fries. She was drained, just like him. They talked out what they did in the test, and once he heard she lost a piece of her soul because of a cat, he nicknamed her ladykid. He would eventually tell her about her dad, but he didn't want to drudge it up after what he was reading in that book.
Sure, souls were mysterious things, but it was never possible for a monster to get pregnant just because of some soul stuff. Soul stuff wasn't a big deal at all. In that book though, it was a very big deal. And it had dire consequences if a human messed around it wrong.
The thing was he could have put Frisk's mind at ease if their souls hadn't somehow twisted into each other. He wouldn't be able to see if there was an extra soul or not.
And dang, he swore he felt a magic presence in her stomach. Faint, but there. Maybe the soul exchange was affecting her in a different way?
Not that anything happened. But if playing together wrong is what did it, and they twisted their souls strangely, didn't they play it wrong? He kept the conversation light, but eventually he had to ask. "So, did you get Frisky with that guy or what?"
She choked on her sandwich. "No." She ducked her head away. "I don't, I didn't, I . . ." Her face was glowing. "I don't overdo things."
"Good. Kay." Sans took another bite of his burger. "So, uh, I think you better stay out of these tests."
"No way," Frisk said. "You can't do everything on your own."
"Oh, I'm pretty good," Sans chuckled. "If I need some help or cheering, I know where to go." But. "Should be safe."
"It's impossible."
"Not according to that book."
"It's impossible," Frisk said again.
"Um. In a book."
"It could be . . . faked?"
"Yeah, sure," Sans said. "Your friend happened to know I was here, and made an entire fake book just for you? It would be nice to believe, but there was a lot of scientific jargon in that sucker too. I don't think your friend was smart enough to just poop that out."
"It's. But."
"You humans are freaky," Sans said. "Only you determination filled things could get pregnant with some simple soul stuff."
"Can we just quit talking about it?" Frisk asked. "Even Amanda said it was rare. I need another burger."
"Fine, kay, you're right," Sans agreed. "It's probably pretty rare. Still." I didn't sense anything beforehand. Not even that whole time Underground. Nothing. "No tests 'til we prove otherwise."
What? "That wasn't in our agreement," Frisk said. "I agreed to help out with these tests with my life. You said the same thing."
She was a stubborn one. "Ladykid. You could technically be a lady carrying a kid right now."
"I'm not. It's a ridiculous notion." Frisk moved away for another burger. "I promised to free the monsters, and that's what I'll do."
Sans placed his bony hand over the front of his skull as she left. What the heck am I supposed to do with this?! He wanted to pretend it was just some prank by a friend, but a whole book worth of a prank?
They were real book pages.
It was real ink.
It was a real dang published hundred percentarino book.
He moved his bony body out of bed. He agreed with his life too. Wasn't worth much, but this little development changed things. "You sure you didn't get it on with that guy?" he called out to the hall. He heard an irritating yell of 'of course not!'.
Funny. Frisk used to be a bit more chilled than that. He went toward the kitchen toward Frisk and found her eating another hamburger. "Bed."
"Food."
"Bed and food."
"Food."
"Food and bed?"
Frisk just shoved a big bite into her mouth more before starting to slide down against the counter. "Bed. Here."
Heh. That weakness was getting to the almighty Frisk. "Come on, Ladykid." He tried to grab her and pull her up.
"No, I refuse," Frisk said. "I don't want to move."
Sans really didn't want to pull her all the way to the room, and he didn't have enough get up and go to drag her around with his magic. So. He walked back to the room, grabbed the pillows and blankets and brought them out.
When he reached the kitchen she was already dead asleep, burger in her hand. He placed her head on a pillow, sat his own head down on the other and wrapped them both up. Kay. One step closer to saving the Underground. Just some tests. No big deal. Oh, except for the fact stupid human souls are susceptible to getting pregnant, and I happen to feel something weird in her tummy. Other than that, super! What would Papyrus say if it did happen? What would he do if it happened? He didn't even know Frisk that well. Got her to commit her life to this, shared his soul, and slept beside her a couple of days. Far cry from knowing each other.
Nah. He had to get that out of his head. Fate wouldn't be that stupid. Everything's okay, Sans. No worries. Just, keep her out until you figure out whether this thing is real or not. Hm. Books. There were bound to be more books on the subject matter. When he got more energy back, they just had to visit a store. No worries. Everything was fine.
As Frisk snored though, he pushed his bony hand next to her stomach. Holy gajeezus! What's that?! He swore it. That wasn't soul tampering, that was a small, thin, magic presence inside of a human that happened to be around the area that a child would be.
Except it was stronger than a simple babybones. More than twice as strong.
"My ass. Should not have woken up today," Sans said out loud as he took his hand away. The presence was slight, but not slight enough. Frisk was either several months pregnant, or carrying some kind of boss monster. Sans hadn't sensed a thing in her before until now, so the carrying several months wasn't possible.
Hang on. Is Frisk's boy really a powerful monster?
"Aww, look at Smiley Trashbag sleeping with Frisk. Like a hubby wubby."
Sans turned and saw Flowey. Great. That thing. "Whatcha want?"
"Oh, I heard about the possible exciting news." He bopped his petaly head around. "First comes love, nope! Then comes marriage, nope! But hey, there might be a baby in the carriage."
That jerky flower. "Did you know that might happen?"
Flowey bounced his petals up and down. "Yeeee-no. Or noooo-yes." He giggled. "Ooh, that'd be something if it happened, huh?"
Damn flower. Now was not the time. "How the hell? Got DNA in magic, I guess, but I mean . . . humans?"
"Well, monsters have been pretending to be human," Flowey answered back. "So, maybe the only reason it's rare, is 'cause it takes a monster."
Okay, that reasoning didn't help Sans at all. "Not really feeling the friend zone with you right now, pal."
More than that. More to it than that. "Look. Will you knock it off?"
Will. Will.Why did he make a pun to that? Something was wrong. So wrong it was itching his brain. It's like I've been dropped on my head. You just can't get pregnant through soul stuff, but there is magic screaming from Frisk. I know what I feel, but I didn't feel it before.
"Ahh!" Flowey suddenly screamed. "No way, not even!" He banged his head against the wall. "Oh, I'm such a duncey dunce when I'm like that."
"Like what?"
Flowey sounded like he was foaming at the mouth. "Just shut up, shut your trap up you insignificant piece of stupid garbage 'cause I . .." He yelled again. "Wish for one thing, want another. Stupid monster self and the stupid caring and blah."
"Hm?"
"Shutup. Why? Why did I care so much? Stupid. Stupid. Stupid."
Frisk groaned from the bed. "Will, just come to bed I'm too tired to think." But then. She turned in surprise, and looked at Sans.
He just stared back with his light guiders. "Sup?"
How? It's like everything just flipped on like a switch. Everything except how she was back there again. Sans doesn't remember. She noticed Flowey on the other side, trying to turn his petaly head away. Asriel. "I get to?"
"Cha." Flowey groaned as he looked back toward her. "You and me. I cared too much to let you forget. Yugh."
"Hey, I want in on the fun," Sans said. "What's going on?"
"Flowey. Outside." Frisk stood up, feeling a little better through the pure adrenaline. "I'll be back Sans."
"Wait. What are you doing talking to the flower?" Sans asked. "Sans no likey this."
"The flower doesn't feel like spending any more time on pathetic people like you either," Flowey agreed. "Second chance. See a El a bee.Before the snitch. Escape rat."
"The heck are you saying?" Sans asked, but Frisk heard it loud and clear.
They must have found her, and Sans couldn't figure out how to get away. To save us, he went back in time. Before Caleb and I broke up. Before the snitch. That way . . . Caleb could think he was the dad. Amanda. That was why she said all that stuff about the party and souls. She knew. Oh no. Sans.
Flowey didn't understand why he did it, but Frisk did. So that she wouldn't hurt Sans. She hated to hurt people. Ever since she was a child, she tried to do the right thing. I wouldn't have though. Even if she thought he was the father, she wouldn't have. I could never hurt Sans. For anything.
If Caleb never snitched, her father would never take the next step.
But to ignore Sans, and all that time? Together? Amanda. She gave him a small way, so when it got closer, he could know. She must have done that for Papyrus. Does he know? "Um." Genius word.
"Hey." Sans snapped his bony fingers in front of her. "You okay in there?"
This was going to be tricky. I gave water to Undyne while she tried to kill me. I forgave Alphys for her deceptions. I even forgave King Asgore, something mom couldn't do. But this would be the hardest of all. "Sans? Did I ever tell you I had a small crush on you when I was smaller?"
He just chuckled like it was a funny joke. "Kay? You barely remember anything. Well, you remember some, but a crush?"
"You were funny," she said. "I was raised in a strict house. There was no time for jokes. At a time that I was in peril, you were cool and relaxed. I couldn't help myself."
He just laughed again. "Well. If I'm not sleeping, I guess I'm funny." He eyed her oddly. "What the heck's going on?"
I can do this. I am Frisk. "Do you really think there's a chance that I might be pregnant with your child?"
"Oh." Sans rubbed the back of his neckbone. "That's what that is about. Uh. We need to go sample some other books. If they say it, then it's gotta be bizarrely true. If not, there ya go. So no need to hop in bed with me yet there. Unless you want to."
He meant it as a joke, but Frisk observed the situation closer than she intended.
"Huh?" Sans stopped rubbing his back. "Ladykid, what the heck?"
"I didn't say anything."
"Yeah, no, you didn't." Still, his light guiders weren't leaving her. It was apparent he was judging Frisk. Feeling her out.
Frisk didn't exactly know how to hide everything. He tended to stop that later on. Or maybe he knew and we just . . . too stressful all the time. Then his protectiveness, that drove her nuts. But. I can do this. It's the right thing to do. Besides . . . we have to heal ourselves one day anyhow. "Sorry. I know that the tests are . . . probably going to kill us, so I guess . . ."
He didn't answer back at first. "I was hoping to jump into saving the monsters from the Underground. Wasn't looking to jump into bed."
"I didn't say that."
"You're feeling it."
Of course he felt it from her. "Yeah, but I don't want to." This was hard. "Because if I am and it's not yours . . ." Please let him be so consumed one way that he didn't dwell on the lie. "Then it'd be his. But, not that I am.
"You humans are strange things," Sans said. "You get all passionate and feely like right before death, don't you? That's why it's good to be a monster. We don't get that bad. Just take it in stride." Still. "You have a deep longing to have sex with me, but you've got a serious boyfriend."
Oh, did he have to put it that way?
"And the fact that I may or may not be the dad is stirring your instinct even more," Sans said. "I understand instinct. That is tough to beat." He scratched his skull. "Kinda stuck here. Kinda want to save the Underground with you finally, liberating everyone . . . and kinda wanna kill your boyfriend so I can just have you."
Wait. What? He's joking, right?
This wasn't fair. How in the world could a smoking hot woman like Frisk fall for him? The crush when she was small? Okay, maybe, but this? Life threatening situations apparently turned her on. Just looking in her eyes was about all it took to see deep into her feelings.
Definitely pregnant. He couldn't read that well inside the eyes before. Add in some of that magic, and yeah. Pregnant. Damn. Damn. He was supposed to be giving up his life, not thinking about this. "Can I . . ." No. No, she probably wouldn't give him permission to kill her boyfriend.
Sans never had a real girlfriend, and he sure as hell wasn't picky. If she was holding his little monster, as strange as it could be, she'd be his. But if she was holding the other guys . . . but, damn it, the tests! How is this crap even popping up right now?
But it was there, she was free and willing, almost calling to him inside of her eyes. Even if she couldn't properly explain, she couldn't hide it. "I'm not picky, but I could die though." Casual. Sound like it's no big deal. "Fatherhood, uh, isn't real good for a dead dad. So, ya know." He watched her eyes more. "If I live, then I'll take care of them." And if they are your boyfriend's, then I'll just kill him. Sounds reasonable. He'd have to be a monster to have that strong of a magic presence in her stomach. It'd be fair. "If I die then it's not really my concern. So, til then." Sound casual. Don't blow it. "I mean . . . if you . . ."
Sans looked toward Frisk but she looked out of it. Everything was just too much. Still, he couldn't help a small skip back over to the bedding. For once, he didn't want to be tired.
Someone, for the first time, had a crush on him. A huge crush. He moved her closer toward him and felt around her stomach.
His. Someone else's. Supposed to be possibly dying to save the Underground.
Sans brought her closer into his embrace. She felt so right against him. If only they weren't so tired.
He closed his eyes a second, but then he saw a human staring at him with an icy stare. Great. Don't. Kill him. Yet. "You . . . Caleb?"
"What. Are you. Doing?"
"Wondering how many friends Frisk has?"
"I'm her boyfriend."
"Looks to me like you haven't made it to a single base, Buddy." He watched as the human came over, flipped off his side of the blanket, and tried to handle him.
Heh. Tried to. "Oops." Sans watched the poor human 'accidentally' fall down. "Alright there, Buddy?" He watched him scuttle back up.
"What are you doing on the ground sleeping with my Frisk?!"
"Shorty wish fulfillment. We get lonely sometimes."
"Wish fulfillment?"
"Yeah. Me and Frisk kinda hit it off." Sans rocked back on his bony feet slightly. "We went on a better trip than you just did."
"What do you mean?"
"Took her from the surface to the moon."
"What?"
This guy was a bit on the clueless side. If this guy was the dad, if he pissed him off just right, he should be able to sense something if he was that powerful of a monster. Right? Disguisers couldn't cover that intensity. "We did it."
"Did what?"
"It."
"It what."
Daaamn. This guy was really clueless. No way. What, did she feel sorry for the guy or something so she dated him? That could land her in trouble in the future. Frisk always was too trusting. "Look, Pal, it's over. Me and Frisk are a thing now, and you and Frisk aren't."
"No. No, wait." Caleb grabbed his forehead. "No way, screw this. Frisk and I, I got a little . . . look, she could be carrying my kid."
"Oh. Hey, were twinsies then, huh?"
"What do you mean?"
"She could be carrying my kid too." Sans looked down at the sleeping Frisk. Poor ladykid was getting roasted. Good thing she wasn't awake. "Funky, huh? Someone could make a show out of this kind of thing." Caleb . . . was starting to come around. "So if you could hand whatever key you have over so you don't barge in again while we're saying yes yes with our no no's, that'd be swell fella."
There. If there was any monster in anyone, that would get them.
"Damn this fucking job," he muttered.
Ooh? That was a little interesting. Something about a job, and he's definitely no monster. "Come again there, Chum? What job?" Then, Sans looked down as he heard Frisk groan. Uh oh.
Caleb covered his nose slightly.
"Yeah, she can brew up some wicked ones," Sans said, catching his action.
"Caleb?!" Frisk tried to stand up, but slid down on the blanket. Sans easily caught her.
"Easy there," he warned her.
"You're . . . you moved on?" Caleb said softly. "Great. Fine. Look, Frisk, there's something Amanda kept from us. Well, I mean, me. I was a little drunk during the last party . . . look, if it did something, I wanna be there to help." He glared at Sans. "Even if we're not a couple anymore."
"Oh. Yes." Frisk gestured toward Sans. "This is Will Shortensweet." Sans almost laughed at the name. "I was going to tell you. I used to know Will," she said. "Things got serious, and I don't really know if . . . if, um, I even want to stay on the mountain. I might, uh, marry him and leave."
"Well." Caleb looked away. "Marriage and moving away?"
"Possibly."
"Oh." Caleb looked toward the door. "Well . . . what if what we did, did something?"
"Don't worry so hard about that, Chum," Sans said, having a hard time adding his last ending. He was pretty sure now that Caleb wasn't a monster. He would have broke his cover somehow. That meant it was his.
That meant he was a dad. He just scored Frisk.
. . . and he was probably going to be dying soon for those tests.
. . . yippee.
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Frisk's Family Home . . .
Caleb Hunter pulled up into the driveway with his car, took a deep breath and knocked on Frisk's family door. He straightened his tie as he looked in front of him. "Hello, sir. I have some news regarding Frisk Magnolia Cross."
Mister Cross looked at him intently. "You shouldn't be anywhere near this home."
"She won't even care if I'm gone right now," Caleb answered. He pulled out some pictures and handed it to him. "Things got worse. She didn't only just believe in monsters, she found them. She found a way to them, and she was taking the tests."
"I already knew that," Mister Cross said. "Frisk has determination but Ethan and Steve are up first. They'll stop her. They'll hit her so hard in her soul, she'll never come back."
"Well, she's not taking the tests anymore. She's distracted." His voice fell to the wayside. "She found someone she used to like, and she's probably going to marry him and leave the mountain."
Mister Cross blinked. "Frisk? Frisk will leave the mountain?"
"Probably. I mean, sir, things get tricky," Caleb confessed. "She could be carrying his kid."
"Wonderful!" Mister Cross cheered. "This is wonderful news. The whole family is going to be pleased about this. Frisk has found someone and will finally forget about the monsters."
"Yeah, but, she also could be carrying mine," Caleb said.
"What?"
"There was a party?"
"You are not supposed to actually touch Frisk!" Mister Cross yelled at him. "You are a surveyor, you were supposed to be watching her, not getting involved in that way." He gestured his finger to him. "You better not interrupt this. I mean it, yours, his, or none. Frisk is getting married and leaving the mountain. I will not tolerate you messing with her. Understand?"
"Yes, sir," Caleb answered.
"Wonderful. Now. What's his name?"
"Will Shortensweet," Caleb said softly. "He's about her size. At first, I thought he might be a monster, but Frisk wouldn't . . . I mean the way I found them . . ."
"Don't waste time with those details. I never paid you to start liking my daughter, just to pretend to like my daughter," Cross reminded him. "Will Shortensweet. About her size?"
"Yeah. Some kind of convention."
"Herbert?" Mister Cross' wife came toward the door. "Who are you talking too?"
"No one important." Mister Cross smiled at her. "We may have to see our daughter again soon."
"Frisk? Why?"
"I think she's getting married, and I want to meet the man that is finally taking her away from the obsession with monsters."
Note: Sans remembers nothing. It's like waking up in the earliest chapters before the test to him. He has gotten along good enough with Frisk to call her Ladykid, but not to establish a real close friendship. Frisk OTOH, when she remembers can't hide all those feelings she had built up for him, from him and his judging instinct, adding that much more fire to the kindling for Sans. Adding her little 'crush' didn't help either. This all has repercussions in the next chapter.
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Multiverses: When a multiverse is revealed, I will share info about it below. Until then, only the key letter remains. Some are important, and a couple only show up a bit.
fun level 74 Original MC Sans and Frisk
fun level 72 D
Fun Level 75 K
Fun level 73 18
fun level 65 M
fun level 66 Missing Frisk: This dimension is missing Frisk and missing Asriel. Gaster is alive and well, and works with Sans and Papyrus. It contains a machine that increases the strength of a soul heart.
fun level 71 MN