Frisk's POV:
Sore. That's what I was when I finally woke up, rubbing my eyes as I attempt to get rid of the post-nap tiredness. Once I decide it's time to accept my state of being awake I open my eyes and look around. The whole room is dark. How long as I asleep? I sit up, trying to keep my groans suppressed as I do so. It's night outside and I sigh, knowing that this would further screw up my sleep schedule. Or, lack there-of.
As I move my feet to go upstairs I realize that the bros had been putting blankets upon blankets upon heating pads on me to keep me warm. I smile a small smile, making sure that nothing dropped off of me as I stood up. Pondering if I should bring the blankets with me or not, I begin to hear a strange noise. I can't identify what it is, but it's close, and it's coming closer. With everything that has been going on lately, I completely ignore it and just head upstairs, hoping there was a chance I would just fall back asleep.
Once I enter the room, I realize that... Sans isn't in here. I frown, confused as to where else he would be this late at night. There is a knock at the door. Was he out at Grillby's? If so, was he drunk?
Making my way back downstairs and to the door, the noise is deafening at this point. I wince as I open the door, a stupid move on my part since the door opens up to complete darkness. My footing is lost as someone shoves me forward into the darkness, and I am able to spin around and see who it is.
"Nightmare."
The next thing I know I wake up on the floor, both Sans and Papyrus running into the room. It is light outside, and there is no noise. I am breathing heavily and I can practically hear my heart pounding in my chest, trying to recover from whatever hellish experience that was.
"Frisk? Frisk?" Sans is on the ground with me, trying to calm me down in any way he can think of.
"I-I'm okay," I say meekly, my voice still clearly not recovered from screaming a few hours ago. "Just a bad dream, t-that's all."
"THAT'S ALL IS A STATEMENT WE DON'T BELIEVE IN THIS HOUSEHOLD, FRISK." Papyrus is even concerned, which is something I rarely see him display.
"Really, guys," I lean against the couch, trying to ignore the numb pain throughout my entire body. "It was just a weird dream that freaked me out. We all know that's normal for me."
Sans flinches at that statement. A wave of guilt hits me for saying something so insensitive but at this point... I don't know what else could possibly go wrong. Another omnipotent force trying to hunt us down? I could hardly believe that something so ridiculous would happen, especially with everything that had just happened.
I can feel the skeleton's suspicious gazes, so I follow up with, "Really, you two. I'm not completely helpless."
"WE KNOW YOU AREN'T," He takes a knee to look me in the eye. "WE CAN STILL WORRY ABOUT YOU, EVEN IF YOU ARE STRONG."
I break eye contact, not knowing how to reply to something so kind. Papyrus gets up from kneeling and looks at his watch, "I SHOULD GO AND CHECK UP ON THE VICTIMS FROM THE ATTACK EARLIER. TRY TO SEE IF I CAN GET A STATEMENT FROM THEM, OR SOMETHING USEFUL IN THIS INVESTIGATION."
With that, he goes to gather his things. I look over to Sans, who is... blushing? Why is he blushing? He has a moment of realization as he looks away from me, attempting to hide his face and his light blush.
Papyrus and Sans have a silent interaction as they part ways Papyrus raises a non-existent brow, communicating a message I could not intercept. Once the door closes, there is a stale silence in the house. I shift slightly, which sounds piercing in the quiet. Sans gets up, lending a hand to help me up as well. I take his hand gratefully and smile, noticing he is still blushing slightly.
"Paps made some spaghetti if you're hungry." He informs me as he flops down onto the couch.
I shrug, "I'm surprisingly not hungry. Maybe later, though." I sit down beside him. "Are you sure it's edible?"
"I was the test subject," He says with fake horror in his voice, "I braved the mysterious dish to make sure it was safe for the rest of the Underground."
I reply with fake shock and admiration, "You are such a brave soul. Only the strongest can bear that kind of test."
"Thank goodness the universe decided to spare me," We both burst out laughing.
My stomach hurts and there are tears in my eyes once we finish laughing and continuing the fake dialogue. The silence returns once again, and I hear a sound. Only this time, it's the sound of wind and idol chatter outside. I glance out the window behind me and I see that it's snowing.
"The weather isn't trying to kill literally everything and everyone today," I comment and make Sans snicker a bit.
"That's rare," He looks out the window as well. "There must have been a shift in the Earth's temperature or something."
"That is the only viable explanation for this phenomenon," I get up, going over to grab my coat and mitts.
"And what might you be doing?" Sans questions with a playful ring in his tone.
"I'm going for a walk," I state. "You could join me if you so please."
He lets out an over exaggerated groan and gets up, "I mean... I guess I could come with you. But you owe me for this."
"Owe you for asking you to walk with me?" I raise a brow, giving him an are-you-sure-about-that look.
"Owe me for saving your life yesterday, and possibly today if someone decides they want to have a bad time." He pushes himself up and off the couch, also grabbing some gear to keep warm.
I open the door, letting Sans go through first as I check that I have my keys, even though I'm sure that he had his too. Swiftly I lock the door, turning back to smile as Sans lends his hand to help me down the presumably icy steps.
"Thank you, kind sir," I can see him grin a little wider, even though he is trying to hide it.
"Any time, miss," He squeezes my hand gently, and for a moment neither of us let go. Then we both realize that we are holding hands in public, in the Underground, and let go nervously and break eye contact.
I take a moment to take in the environment: even though it felt freezing out here, the sun was shining through the barrier. The snow was glimmering with holographic properties, making the whole world seem a lot brighter and more hopeful.
"It's beautiful out here," I hear Sans say, and I turn to him to agree. He's looking at me already as if he... But that's crazy. He's never really shown a sign that he likes me, aside from taking care of me. That's just what he does, though, it's his nature to be caring. He's a caring comedian.
"Yeah, it really is," I respond finally, realizing that I had left him hanging for a good few seconds there. He smiles, beginning to walk towards the forest path. One of the safest paths down here, we had figured out.
"Frisk, I've been meaning to tell you something." Sans suddenly says as we get to the point marked with my old scarf, the point where Sans and I would meet up if anything went wrong and the other needed help.
He stops before we reach the clearing, and turns to me. He takes a few steps so that we are only a few inches away from each other. I can see his foggy breath and essentially sense the heat trapped in his coat.
"I've been meaning to tell you this for a while," He is nervous, I can tell from the way he is speaking and the way his hands are clenched.
"Whatever it is, you can tell me, Sans," I tell him reassuringly, knowing this must be vital based on the way he is acting.
He inhales a short breath, nervously scratching his arm. "I have had this gut feeling for around a year. I just thought it was a protective love, the kind that you feel for a dear friend or a loved one. Then I realized as time went on, it was something more than just a protective love, it was a... a true love. It was the kind of love where not knowing if you were safe or not caused me to look out the window every few seconds, or when you were hurt all I wanted to do was take the pain away. I just want to see you smile, see you laugh, see you be happy. I know that I can be a lot, I know that I can sometimes be too much, or try too hard. But I hope you know that I'm only like that because I really, really love you. I... I love you, Frisk."
The world seems to stop moving as those final words come out of his mouth. I feel my heart skip a beat, and a feeling of joy wash over me.
"I love you, too." My legs are suddenly in motion, and I am on my toes as I kiss him.