Shape of You

Story by EmeraldHeart510

[Story under same name on Wattpad]

-Chapter 24-

My eyes fluttered open, as the sweet aroma of food entered my senses. I sat up in bed and stretched my arms as far as I'm able. I could nearly feel my mouth water from the smell of chocolate chip pancakes in the morning.

He didn't...

HE DID!

All of my adrenaline picked up and I rushed out of bed; following the invisible scent trail of sweet goodness. I know that I should not be exerting myself so much, but it's chocolate AND pancakes!

I forced myself to a halt and found myself staring at a plate of chocolate chip pancakes with a large dollop of Cool-Whip on top. My eyes were literally goggling over how delicious it looked. If the large roar from my stomach didn't say that I was starving, then what else would?

"I knew that would wake you up. You know how heavy you sleep? You sleep like the dead," Sans chuckled. Then I realized I was standing in front of him, while he had the plate of pancakes in his hand. He grinned in much amusement, while I felt like shrinking down like a deflated balloon.

"I know better than anyone, that you don't have mental brakes when it comes to chocolate anything."

I awkwardly felt my cheeks flare pink.

Oh my God, I never really grew up, have I?

I'm still a kid in this time defying adult body. Now my boyfriend is making fun of me for it.

I snatch the plate out of his hand and gave him a playful shove.

"Stop making fun of me," I grumbled as I sat down on a bar-stool and began to eat at the kitchen bar table.

"Awww, don't be like that."

"You're treating me like an eight year old," I grumbled, stabbing down at one of the pancakes with a fork.

"Sometimes you act like one," he said, as he pulled out the other bar-stool next to me and sat in it.

"And sometimes you act like an asshole," I mumbled in between bites.

"Thank you, thank you; I try very hard," Sans said sarcastically.

After I practically breathed in my food, I patted my stomach with a carefree grin.

"BURRRP", the sound escaped my mouth. I played it off as if I burped on purpose, but it caught Sans off guard. He looked at me a bit wide-eyed, not haven spoken a single syllable, to comment on my unladylike like behavior.

"What?" I raised my brow at him, still pretending that I was not embarrassed about belching so loudly. Sans face became straight, but it didn't take long for him to start snickering and eventually almost falling over in laughter.

My facade completely flew out the window. The embarrassment was now more apparent on my face. I felt worse each time Sans had to deeply breathe in, so he wouldn't suffocate from the lack of oxygen.

"Hahahahahaha," Sans laughed so hard. It was as if me burping was the funniest thing on planet Earth.

"Jeez, can you calm down. It was not that funny." I sulked into my seat, practically slugging away as I went to put my plate in the sink.

"Okay... okay..." Sans said and took a deep breath to calm himself down.

"I've never heard you burp in awhile," Sans chuckled and stood up from his seat.

"I never felt comfortable burping out in public. I'm not as relaxed."

"I'm honored you feel so comfortable around me."

I nudged Sans in the shoulder in midst of our laughing and giggles.

"So where are we going today?"

"Anywhere you want, babe."

I looked at him questionably, wondering if he's being serious on having nothing specific planned.

"Really, anywhere?"

"Yup."

I tapped my fingers against my leg, thinking about where we could go. The last thing I'd want to do is bring his bank account in the negative.

"Bowling."

"Bowling?"

I nodded my head in agreement. "Bowling."

"Annnnddd... that's it?"

Sans did have a point, it would be boring with just bowling. To do anything around here would cost money, other than going to the park or walking around.

"Don't worry about the cost, dove."

"But..." He didn't let me finish my sentence, as he got up and placed a finger against my lips.

"No buts, dollface. If you don't think of some more things to do, by the time I finish getting ready, I'll have ways to help you make up your mind," Sans said as he gave me a mischievous smirk and a wink. God only knows what is going on through that monster's mind.

Sans knew where to prick and prod, and he knew how to drive me up the wall. With my mind, totally NOT in the gutter, I couldn't tell what the look on my face was. Cause it made Sans start laughing really hard all over again.

"Hahahahahahahaha, you should see the look on your face!"

Embarrassed as I was, I took a pillow off of the couch and threw it at him. The pillow missed and hit the wall behind him, and he walked back into the bedroom and closed the door, in a fit of chuckles.

"Stop laughing you bone-head!"

I need to work better on my aiming skills.

In a huff, I flopped myself on the sofa and hung my head back to stare at the ceiling.

A date huh? Haven't been on one of those in forever.

Not since my last boyfriend, who dumped me for a girl who he was cheating me on with. Sans and Undyne nearly killed the guy too. The only reason why they ever found out, was from Sans pulling me off to the side to interrogate me, and I ended up breaking down in snot and tears. Undyne overheard when she went to check on me, that's when hell broke loose.

I simpered as the memory passed through my thoughts.

My memories seem to come to me more smoothly now, but no matter how hard I try to remember the memories before and after Pap's passing, it was so fuzzy and cloudy. It was like my mind wasn't ready for me to remember those parts yet.

But anyways... what was I thinking about?

Ohhh yeah, that's right: ideas for places to go to. How could I forget so easily?

That's when I picked up my phone and dialed Charlotte's phone number. The dial tone rang and rang what seemed like forever. Thirty seconds passed and she didn't pick up, it went straight to voicemail.

I didn't bother leaving a voicemail. So I dialed her number once more, like the annoying friend I was.

"Hello?" Charlotte's voice piped clear over the speaker.

"Hey Char, it's Frisk."

"Ohhh, hey girl! I'm sorry, I was busy with work and such. Had to step away for the moment."

"It's alright."

"So, what's up? Is there something wrong? Do I need to come kick someone's butt?"

"Ohhhh nonono, I'm just calling to see if you knew good places to go on a date. Nothing super fancy."

Stillness crackled through Charlotte's receiver. Did we lose connection?

"Char?"

"Sorry, I'm a bit shocked you out of all people are going on a date. The skeleton man I presume? You both finally hit it off?"

"Ahhhh ummmm..." I did not know how to respond. Charlotte was pretty sharp for a person who was always busy and had to make time for me. But she is one of my besties after all.

"HA! I knew it! You could not help yourself, could you?"

"It's a lonnngggg story Char. A long story that I will explain to you one day."

I could hear a long sigh coming from her end of the line. The picture in my imagination was so pristine, that I could make out her palming herself in the face. She obviously was irritated that I called her for this, right when she was in the middle of something.

"Okay, fine."

A few minutes flew by during our small conversation, and we said our goodbyes before we hung up. Charlotte never knew that this wasn't my first boyfriend; since it was long before her time. I'm technically older than her by more than eight or nine decades. She may never know what my past is. Even If I told her, she would think I'm insane and would not believe me.

"You decide yet?" Sans said, coming back out of the bedroom, with his signature turtle neck and leather short jacket.

"Yeah, you want to know?"

"Nah, just list it for me as the day goes by."

I stared at him in disbelief. All that work for nothing and I could've just decided where to go later.

"Well... you gonna get ready? Or you going to gawk at me all day?" Sans said roughly and impatiently.

"You're lucky I don't hate you, or you would've gotten punched for your attitude issues."

Sans raised his hands, acting out like he was defeated and defenseless.

"Consider me lucky. Or my she-hulk of a girlfriend would put me down six feet under."

Wasn't sure how quick my response time was. It was more of a reflex when my arms found their way to the second couch pillow, and lock and load with a perfect aim to Sans's face. The pillow collided to his head before he had the time to react and dodge it.

"She-hulk that!" I shouted and stuck my tongue out like a child. Then I hurtled to the bedroom, closed and locked it. While mentally praising myself in a brief moment of self-righteousness, I head over to the closet and began to strip out of my pajamas.

"You really think a measly door will stop me?"

Ohhh yeah, nearly forgot he could teleport anywhere he wanted to. Silly me for not thinking that; after already throwing something at him, then running away in the process.

Sans, most of the time, is two steps ahead of me. Keyword "most".

"I'd like to see you try and teleport in here while I'm changing."

There was a moment of complete reticence, as if he was entertaining the notion of teleporting into the room with me.

"...Tempting."

"Sans, I swear if you come in here, I will put you down six feet under."

"Yes ma'am," Sans mocked me. I could sense his smug smile appearing, even from the other side of the door.

After using twenty minutes to decide my outfit (from the wardrobe of clothes Mettaton gave me), I finally decided on a flowy light pink shirt, with a pattern of black stars and crescent moons, and jeans that looked like they were hacked by a chain saw. I wore black sketchers to complete it. Simple yet fashionable, I guess. Fashion has drastically changed, hasn't it?

Walking out of the room, Sans was scrolling on his phone with pure boredom defining his facial features.

"Took you long enough." Sans looked over and shoved his phone back into the zippered pocket of his jacket.

"I wanted to look a little nice at least."

Sans's face softened and he made his way to me with an honest smile.

"You look pretty in anything y'know?"

His genuine response felt very refreshing and it made me feel all warm on the inside. All I could do was smile from his sweet choice of words.

"Thank you, that means a lot. It's just been awhile since I've been on a date."

Sans rolled his eyes in response to my statement. "Don't remind me of your exes. They were all assholes."

"The only reason why they were "assholes" is because you were jealous of them."

Sans scoffed and retracted himself at my retort. He didn't expect such a quick return in feedback, and with a sassy attitude to back it up. It only added to my amusement when his face became slightly yellow.

"Well excusssseeee meeee, princess. Looks like we got a bad ass over here: being all high and mighty."

"You're not denying it though," I sneered back at him.

Not even answering me, he rolls his eyes and heads to the door.

"C'mon, it'll be Christmas at this rate."

After I met Sans in front of the lobby, I froze in place at the sight I was seeing. He pulled up to the curb in front of me, on a high end motorcycle. He took the extra helmet he had with him and handed it to me for me to wear. When my hands took it, it was very obvious, by the look on my face, that I was flabbergasted and confused.

"Bowling first, right?"

I nodded to him without replying.

Though the Harley really fit his look and characteristics, it never really dawned on me that he had a source of transportation. I just thought he would teleport himself everywhere. I guess it takes a lot of energy to do that, as seeing he has other means of getting around the city.

Without saying too much, I climbed on the back of the motorcycle and wrapped my arms around Sans's waist. He then swerved the bike back onto the road, and I tightened my grip around him as I tried to get use to the feeling of riding a motorcycle.

"Sans..."

"Yeah?"

"Since when did you own a motorcycle?"

"For awhile."

"I see..." I said, trying to act coy and calm, and obviously not surprised that he has a motorcycle.

"Oh my God, are you being serious?" Sans chuckled a bit to my behavior.

"What?"

"Actions speak louder than words, dove. I could tell you were speechless."

I knew he couldn't see, but I pouted with my cheeks puffing out. Was I really that much of an open book?

"Since when were you going to tell me that you were banking?"

"Me banking? Sweetheart, did you not see the apartment I use to live in?"

"That doesn't explain how you were hiding an expensive motorcycle from me. This entire time I thought you were just using your powers to get around."

"Just because you've never seen it, doesn't mean I hid it from you. It's been years, doll. I've earned my keep and saved my money."

Being over a century old does things to the poor mind. My dumbass did not think to put two and two together. I have my memories of him as he was before, and I hardly know the San that exists now.

"Weren't you in prison for the longest time though? How were you able to save up enough money to get by on your own?"

Probably should not be asking so much questions while he's driving. Oh well, too late for that. I've gone and started a conversation.

"King Asgore gave me a job. He keeps tabs on you, by the way. Every time I go to work, he whines about wanting to see you."

It made more sense now. It explains why Sans would be gone for so long during week days and how he's able to afford anything. Of course dad would give Sans a well paying job when he had nowhere else to go to. When the world saw you as a criminal, it would treat you as one. Criminals don't always get lucky in finding good careers.

"I should probably visit mom and dad more often. I've hardly spoken to then since my memories have been partly regained."

"Please. It would make him stop crying."

The image of King Asgore dotting his adopted daughter, was different than how he appeared to most. As a leader, he was firm, strict and stern. But around his wife and kid, his associates would not be able to recognize him.

"Sorry for asking so much questions."

"Don't worry about it."

At the end of the conversation, we had already arrived at our first destination. We slowly came to a stop and parked into a parallel parking space. Kicking down his side stand, Sans turns off the ignition and slips his helmet off his head. I proceed to take my helmet off as well, but the strap gets caught and I can't get it lose.

"C'mere, I got it," Sans said, helping me loosen the strap from under my chin.

His face became abruptly close to mine as he worked the strap to unbuckle. I turned my attention away and pretend to not notice how close his face was to mine.

Right when I look away from him, I catch a glimpse two people walking by, a female dog monster and human woman. They looked at Sans and me and turned back to each other with disgust. Did we really look that intimate in public?

Times have changed, but some things never did. It's not odd anymore to see a human and a monster to become friends, but for them to became romantically involved was a different issue. Even for some cases, like my own, it should be a normal thing, like a human and a monster getting along. Still seems to be somewhat frowned upon. If nothing sparks the change, then it probably won't improve anytime soon.

"There, it's undone," Sans voice pulled me back to this reality and took the helmet off my head.

He glances at the two women gossiping at us. They catch him looking, turned white in fear, and walked away like nothing happened. This gives off the impression that he was still notorious to the eyes of public. One of the issues of concern with today's society: rarely anyone is as forgiving as the next. Sans walks as a free man, except the opinion of what others ponder to believe.

Only reason I could believe why Sans did not get arrested for breathing, was his connections with my dad. Otherwise, police would very likely be all over him, because strangers would more than likely suspect he was doing something wrong.

"Don't listen to what others say about us. It's not like we're breaking the law. You and I are here to have fun like normal people."

Sans declares as he takes my hand in his and pulls me towards the door to the bowling alley.

"Don't worry, I'm here for you."

-
The clocks ticks by as the minutes turned into hours. Time was irrelevant as we both neglect to remember it.

With my victorious win at the bowling alley, I had beat him 150 to 130. I'm not sure how I managed, but gladly did not question it.

Afterwords we had gone ice-skating, which I had never done before.

Sans was almost too busy being an ass than to help me not slip and fall. Of course he managed to catch me every time I did lose my balance, but at the same time he was making fun of how I looked like a fawn learning how to walk.

In return, I mocked him for how much he sucked at bowling. He tried making excuses that he was only going easy on me, but I'll never let him live it down on our twenty point difference in score.

After skating, we hit up the downtown art museum, Sans had taken an interest in.

I almost expected him to joke about how a splatter of paint shouldn't cost a million dollars, or comment how it looks like someone was drunk while playing with paint. Despite my expectations, he was very well versed with some of the art pieces and made compliments and critiques on each one we passed by. Looks like some of his old personality still retained. Just listening to Sans talking, it sounded like he was speaking another language. There were all the kinds of vocabulary and terminology he was using. Sans was more of a math and science brainiac. It never crossed my mind that he was one into art and have such strong intellectual influence on it.

This was the same guy who helped me pass AP calculus, chemistry and biology back when I was in high school. It's easy to forget this guy is practically the monster version of Einstein. He chooses not to act like it most of the time.

Having our fill with the museum, my stomach had decided it was time for food.
San made the decision this time on where to go next. He takes me out to dinner at this retro looking diner. This place had some of the best fries, but nothing compared to Grillby's cooking. No burger would ever be good enough as Grillby's.

When I thought this was to be the end of our date. Apparently Sans had something else in mind.

"Where are we going?" I ask as Sans drives up an unfamiliar road going up against a mountain side. My ears start to pop a little from the rise in elevation.

"You'll see."

Sans then pulls to the side of the road and parks the bike next to a tree.

"Close your eyes," Sans asks, urging me to do so.

"Um okay," I awkwardly close my eyes and feel Sans pulling my hands with him.

I follow after him, not knowing where he's taking me. I trust that he's not doing anything that will spite me.

"Still closed?"

"Yeah."

"Good, we're almost there."

Within a short few minutes, Sans lets go of my hands. I hear his boots scrunch in the grass next to me.

"Okay, now open."

I gradually do so, and I couldn't believe the sight before me.

"Sans..."

"Beautiful isn't it?"

"Yes!"

I clap my hands together as I am struck with awe. Before us, lies an ocean of city lights, as they twinkle in the distance like stars. This was a view to remember. You could never see something like this on ground level.

"How did you find this place?" I excitedly rush up to the tall fence to take a better look at the skyscrapers, and to see if I could find my dad's building.

"It was a long time ago. Before I found you, I just happened to be driving up Mt. Ebott, and I happened to pass by this fenced up pasture on the side of this mountain. When I saw this, I thought of you."

I turn my head to look at Sans and his eyes were not on the view, but all on me.

The expression he wore, spoke of so many things, but I knew he himself could only say a few.

Sans's strong gaze clenched my heart and it made my legs feel like noodles to stand on.

His fixed stare was filled so many emotions than I could count: admiration, respect, thoughtfulness, endearment, passion, and desire, were only some of the very apparent. These aspects were of the eyes of someone in love. His eyes were for no one else but me.

What have I done to receive such kind of affection? I had done nothing to make him fall for me. Nothing compared to what he had done that made me fall for him.

I don't deserve him, I really don't. I'm not even sure who I am so much anymore. Part of me wonders that my locked memories were not to hide from myself, but to hide something from him. I think I was protecting him somehow. I can't put my finger on it, but I have a gut feeling that could be a reason.

Sans doesn't deserve this. He doesn't deserve me hiding anything from him. But why hide my feelings while he's pouring it all out to me? Why can't I tell him I feel the same?

Why? Why? Why?!

What's holding me back? Do I really have something to hide from him? Is this why I'm just pulling him along at this point?

Out of everyone on this cruel beautiful planet, he's one of the last ones that deserves this kind of treatment.

Sans was right from the beginning, I'm no better than the human beings who fear him.

"Frisk, what's wrong?"

I didn't notice that I was crying, till I felt Sans's fingers wipe away the salty tears from my cheeks.

"I'm frustrated."

"Why?"

"Because I feel like I don't deserve someone like you."

As the tears continue to trinkle down my face, Sans continued to dry my tears and hold my face gently in his palms.

"Now why do you think that?"

"I can't say I know why..."

I hesitantly wanted to speak the truth. It was not worth hiding it from him anymore, even if there is something to hide from him. Whatever was holding me back had a specific reason to prevent me from tackling this man, professing how much I felt the same about him.

I shook my head in fear, that was what I was being so cautious about.

"Frisk..."

I still refused to look at him in the eyes. And that's when I heard him heavily sigh.

"Frisk, I love you."

My eyes snap open to his random confession. Just hearing him say it again, took my breath away and eased my anxiety. His irises looked down into me and I could feel his heart beating rapidly along with mine.

"Sweetheart, if you're not ready to tell me now, I won't force it out of you. I'll wait for you to come to me when you're ready."

This was why he's too good for me. Yes, he's a rude jackass, but he's honest and thoughtful. He's willing to wait for me, even though I'm the one cowering and hiding away in the dark.

"If anything, it's me who doesn't deserve you."

"That's not true."

"Enlighten me then."

I bit my bottom lip before I could answer him.

"You're so honest with me, but I can't even tell you why I'm scared of the dark. Here you are, saying you love me, but I haven't even answered you. It's no better than playing with your feelings."

The softness of Sans's fingers against my face, was replaced by the warmth of him enveloping me into an embrace. My face went into his chest as he caressed my head and firmly held my waist.

"Since when have you played with my feelings? You accepting me is more than enough. Besides..."

Sans lifts my chin to look up at him and leans down to rest his forehead against mine.

"If you didn't like me, you would've already pushed me away."

I didn't respond to him. I should've known it was a given that I liked him. Regardless I wouldn't be in his arms right now.

Without words, our movements kind of just gone with the flow of the moment. It was instinct when our lips met each other. But it was a spark that ignited, when the kiss deepened.

What am I to do without him?

To be continued in the next chapter...

A/N: I just want to thank all of my readers for sticking with me this far. Life is hard and can get in the way of inspiration, which I cannot say I'm not a victim of. Just seeing the number of views go up and the comments you leave, it helps bring back the inspiration. So thank you again, I really am grateful. Writing this story makes me happy, so I hope we'll both enjoy this story till the very end.

- EmeraldHeart510