Sans watched her walk away.

This was it. She was really leaving.

When she told him last night that she was leaving without him, he was speechless. He really messed things up. She was so disgusted by him and his actions that she no longer wanted to be anywhere near him.

He could not sleep that night. Every time he tried, he would just wake up from a nightmare of her never returning.

Now she was really gone.

He should have stopped her. He should have told her how he felt and hoped that she felt the same. If he confessed his feelings to her though it would only do more damage to the situation. After all, she was leaving because he tried to kiss her. She never told him that was why, but what other reason could she have? He should just let her go. How did the old saying go again? If you love someone, let them go. If they came back that means that they love you too. He was pretty sure that was only meant for birds. Still, it was better this way. At least there was some hope that she could one day forgive him and come back. All she needed was some time. He could wait for her.

"THE HUMAN LOOKED SAD, DIDN'T SHE?" Papyrus commented as they stared at her retreating form.

"Did she?" Sans commented back, not really caring about the conversation. He wanted nothing more than to go to his room and forget about the world. Forget about her. His chest hurt more and more every minute that she was gone.

Papyrus glanced down at his brother. Like the human, Sans seemed upset as well. Was this sadness between the two connected? Was the human sad about leaving just like Sans was? "WHY DONT YOU JOIN HER, SANS?"

Sans shrugged his shoulders halfheartedly. "She doesn't want me to."

The human doesn't want Sans around? That's new. The two were inseparable. Why would she not want him around? She kept looking at his brother whenever she mentioned anything about leaving. Papyrus took that as her waiting for Sans to offer to join her. Perhaps Sans was simply confused. "ARE YOU SURE?"

"Of course I'm sure, Paps. She said so herself" Sans grumbled. He was a bit short tempered at the moment due to the choice of topic. Why was he not in bed already?

Papyrus was baffled by the news. Why would she say that? It did not make sense. She clearly had feelings for his brother, anyone could tell just from looking at the two together. Maybe his brother said something to upset her. Like he does sometimes to Mettaton. Boy, Mettaton sure had a short fuse when it came to stupid things that he said without thinking. "I THINK SHE WANTED YOU TO STOP HER FROM LEAVING"

Sans quickly looked up at his younger brother with hope in his eyes. "What?"

His brother could be so stupid. That's why he needed the great Papyrus around to look after him at times like these. "I'M SURE OF IT NOW. SHE WANTED YOU TO STOP HER. IT'S JUST LIKE WHENEVER MATTATON AND I FIGHT. HE ALWAYS RUNS AWAY AND GETS MAD WHEN I DO NOT FOLLOW. I'M SURE THE HUMAN WANTED YOU TO FOLLOW LIKE METTATON."

Sans looked down in disappointment. He got his hopes up thinking that he might still have a chance. He thought that she mentioned something to Papyrus but it looks like his chances with her was still the same. "There's one problem with that, Paps. You and Mettaton love each other. Frisk doesn't feel that way about me." How he wished that she did. If he had her love then they could have that family that he saw. The future that they could share. That's the funny thing about time. The past is set but the future is still open for change. Because he was so stupid and impatient, he scared her off. Now she'll never love him and they won't have that happy ending he longed for. His chest grew tight in agony. Why was he still here listening to this? He was only getting his hopes up.

"ARE YOU STUPID, SANS? OF COURSE SHE LOVES YOU." San did not seem to believe him. So Papyrus grabbed his shoulders and gave him a gentle shake. "FRISK LOOKS AT YOU LIKE I LOOK AT METTATON. SHE LOOKS AT YOU LIKE ALPHYS LOOKS AT UNDYNE. SHE EVEN LOOKS AT YOU LIKE TORIEL DOES FOR ASGORE. I HAVE NO DOUBT THAT SHE LOVES YOU. SO TAKE THE GREAT PAPYRUS' ADVISE AND GO AFTER HER"

Sans just stared at his brother. Frisk couldn't possible love him. Even if she did it wouldn't be a romantic love but more like family love. Still, hope burned in his heart. What if she did? She never said that she was leaving because he tried to kiss her. She never said that she was disgusted by him. What if there was another reason that she was leaving him behind? Could he take that chance and go for it? To take that leap of faith? What if he made it worse?

Seeing that his brother was doing nothing but standing there, he gave him a little push in the direction that Frisk left. "GO! BEFORE ITS TOO LATE"

Hearing Papyrus' words, ceased all doubt in Sans' mind. Papyrus was right. He had no time left to question. He had to hurry before she left his life forever. So without another word, he took off.

He was so foolish. How could he just let her leave? To just let her walk out of his life without her knowing just how important she was to him. He loved her. He loved her so much that she was all he ever thought about. She made him feel again, just when he thought he was dead to the world. She was his everything.

He could not go back to what life was like without her. Those three years of her being gone was pure torture for him. She was just a child then and he did not think about her romantically, even then he missed her laugh. Her smile. The way she just brighten everyone's day. She was his best friend. When she came back an adult, his heart would beat faster around her. Her smiles and laughs were innocent back then but now he found them sweet and heavenly. He needed her in his life like she needed air.

If he was right all along, if she really did not care for him that way, at least she will know then. By telling her his feelings, he would not be able to ask himself what if. He would not wonder what would have happened if he told her. If she flat out rejected him, he will accept it.

He saw her standing in front of the River person. Her shoulders were slumped in defeat. She must have given up on him.

He sped up his pace.

She took a step towards the boat. She's going to leave without him.

He used his magic to step through the cracks of time and space so that he was right there behind her. Using his shortcuts took a lot out of him causing him to be exhausted. Still, he wasted no time. He wasn't going to just let her walk away. Sans quickly grabbed Frisk's arm and spun her around. She looked at him filled with surprise. Before words could be spoken, before Frisk could speak, before she could stop him, he placed his lips upon hers.

It might not have been the smartest way of confessing his feelings to her. There was still the chance that she did not feel the same and that this kiss would push him out of her life forever. Seeing her walking away, though, drove him to make this decision. He will never let her go again. Even if she pushed him away. He will never stop trying to win her heart. That was the depth of his love.

It seemed like he waited years for this moment. Even if the circumstances weren't ideal, this kiss was still perfect in his book. Her lips were soft against his magical lips. It was like his dreams. Only better.

He held her tighter against him. He could not let her go just yet. He needed more of her. A part of him was fearful to her rejection. So he was surprised to feel her arms wrap around his neck, holding him just as tightly. As if she too was afraid of letting this moment end.

He would have kissed her forever if he could, but he knew that humans needed air. So he gently released her lips. He kept his hold on her waist, still not quite ready of letting her go completely.

He looked deeply into her eyes, waiting for what was going to come next. He was so sure that there was no way that she could feel the same. She did not say anything. She did not scream, yell at him, or even demand him to let go of her. Instead, Frisk seemed to glow as if she was overcome with happiness.

"You stopped me." She whispered.

Sans nodded his head. Papyrus was right. He was glad that he listened. He had to remember to thank him later. "I love you"

Frisk smiled at his words. "I love you too."

Sans could not hold back any longer. Once those three words left her mouth, he took a hold to the back of her head and crashed his lips against hers once again. He was going to make the biggest mistake pf his life by letting her go. He was never go to do that again.

The sound of the River person coughing broke them from their kiss.

"Would you care to join me?" the River person asked again.

Frisk had completely forgot about their audience. Her face broke out into a cherry hue in embarrassment. She quickly escaped Sans's arms to hop in the boat, causing him to frown. He was not ready to let her leave yet. Of course, he was going to still respect her wishes on him not joining her. Even if he wanted nothing more than to do so. He was not going to rush anything and start to assume. Still, he wanted more time to talk things out. There was a lot of unanswered questions.

"Oh! Of course we are. I'm so sorry." Frisk told them.

Sans glared at the River person. It was all their fault. Why did they have interrupt them? They could have waited patiently or better yet, leave altogether. That way, Frisk would have to stay a while longer. Sans glared harder when he came to this realization.

"Aren't you coming?" Frisk asked when she noticed that Sans had yet to join her. He seemed upset by the way he was glaring at the River person. Were the two not friends? Does Sans not like riding in a boat? Maybe she should suggest they walk.

Hearing Frisk's question put a smile on Sans' face. "Of course, I am." He replied before joining her in the boat. He sat down next to her.

Frisk curled up next to Sans, laying her head against his chest. She couldn't remember feeling this happy or safe before. It was even better than her normal mornings with Sans.

Sans wrapped his arms around Frisk, enjoying the snuggle time he was granted.

Once the two were seated, the River person was off.

"Tra la la la" the River person sang. "The waters are wild today. That's bad luck…"

A painful wail sounded in Frisk's ears. She quickly looked around for the source to help only to find herself back in her dreamscape darkness.

"He loves me" Chara's innocent voice sang.

A few feet in front of Frisk, sat Chara in the golden fields of flowers in the Ruins. She swayed in her seat as if dancing to her song that she sang.

The cry sounded again, making Frisk flinch. She took a step towards Chara.

"He loves me not" Chara sang.

Frisk took another step towards Chara.

Someone howled again. Frisk's skin curled every time she heard it. It sounded so painful. Frisk took another step.

"He loves me." Chara sang.

The expected cry did not come.

Frisk took another step.

Chara stilled, hearing her approach. She tilted her head before turning in seat to face her, revealing what laid in her hands. Chara's smiled innocently with rosy cheeks.

Frisk screamed in horror.

The person who was screaming in agony before laid battered and beaten. It was none other than Flowey. His petals were torn and tossed around on the ground. He only had one petal left. Flowey looked at Frisk in despair.

"P….. please… please….. help…. me…" Flowey looked so weak from the torture he had endured. Those three words were all he was able to manage to get out.

Frisk took a step to help free Flowey from his tormentor, but Chara took the last petal he had and ripped it off violently. Flowey didn't even have the energy to scream before he went limp.

Oh God, was he dead? Did he die?

Chara smiled. "He loves me not" she sang the ending to her song.

Frisk woke to a gentle shake of her shoulder. With sleepy eyes, she gazed up at Sans who was practically beaming at her. With such a bright smile, she couldn't help but smile back.

"We're here" Sans told her.

Frisk only nodded back, still not quite awake.

Sans helped her get up and slowly exit from the boat. He made sure to keep an arm around Frisk's waist so that she would not fall down. Frisk enjoyed his protective hold so much that she leaned against his side to prevent him from releasing her. Not like Sans was even plaining to do that. He was going to soak up as much Frisk time as he could.

"He loves me" Frisk sang softly.

Sans turned to look at her, hearing the gentle song. "What's that?" he asked, curious.

Frisk shook her head. She was not going to bother Sans with her nightmares. They were just bad dreams, nothing more than that. "Nothing." Her memories of that horrifying dream soon faded.

The two continued on their walk through Hotlands towards the castle.

Sans looked down at Frisk. He had some questions to ask her. Should he ask them now or should he wait until they were alone and more settled down? They did just confess their feelings to each other after all.

As they walked, Frisk noticed the local nice cream seller with his push cart. He was standing by the stairs waiting for anyone to come up and purchase his nice cream. It's been a long time since she had nice cream. They should get some. She looked up at Sans and pointed to the push cart. "Can we get nice cream, Sans?"

Frisk looked so excited about having nice cream that he couldn't tell her no even if he wanted to. So he nodded his head. "Sure"

"Yay!" Frisk cheered in excitement.

The two made their way to the push cart and ordered two nice creams before sitting down on one of the nearby benches next to a pair of royal guardsmen.

Frisk wasted no time as she hastily licked away at her nice cream. It tasted just like she remembered. Cold and sweet.

Sans enjoyed seeing her so happy. Whenever she was happy, he could not help but feel joy as well. It was like her happiness just seeped out of her and affected anyone that was near. Sans noticed the two royal guards off to the side who were happily eating their nice cream as well. One of them did not have a shirt on while the other was blushing and darting his eyes back and forth. He could clearly see that they were a couple by the way they held hands. Should he hold Frisk's hand too? Were they couple now as well?

"Sans?" Frisk suddenly called out. He looked over to see that she was done eating her nice cream.

"Yeah?" Sans answered.

Frisk looked down at her lap briefly before meeting his eyes again. "Are we dating now?" she asked, her face turning red at the mention of dating. She had noticed the guardsmen as well and wondered the same thing. Just because they had kissed and confessed their love to each other does not mean that they were now a couple. It needed to be said out loud if they were or not. A spoken confirmation.

"Do you want us to be?" Sans asked back. He wanted nothing more than to be Frisk's boyfriend but felt it best to let her decide if she wanted this or not. He was giving her a chance to back out.

Frisk nodded her head furiously. She wanted that more than anything.

Sans leaned over, grabbed her chin, and kissed her softly on the lips. "Then we're dating now." He whispered as he pulled back.

Frisk smiled shyly as she stared at her lap. "Good" she whispered.

"There's something that I have to tell you actually."

Frisk looked at Sans in curiosity. "What is it?"

"It's about our future actually"

Frisk's eyebrows pulled together in confusion. "Our future? As a couple?"

Sans nodded. "Yeah, I guess. You see, when I traveled to the outskirts of time and space looking for my father, I saw those lights that you were talking about. There was one that actually showed me the future."

Frisk could have sworn that her heart stopped from the dread she felt. She knew which light he was referring to. It was the one she saw with that woman in it. Why would he bring this up now? They just got together. Did he just want to hurt her? What benefit could he have with that? She thought that he said that he loved her. Why do this now?

"I saw it too." She whispered. She could not face Sans so she looked down at her lap.

Sans noticed her reluctance. Was she upset about was to happen in the future? He could not understand what would be so upsetting. They were going to be together for years to come. They were going to be happy. They were even going to have a kid together. Was that it? Did she not want children? Sans always thought that she loved children but maybe that was not the case. "I thought so." Sans began. Frisk did not move or even look at him. He wanted children but if Frisk was so opposed to it, he won't have any. He'd do anything for her. "We don't have to have him, you know."

Frisk blinked in confusion. Who was him? What was Sans talking about? She thought that they were going to talk about that woman. Frisk finally looked up at Sans who was giving her an encouraging smile. "What?" she questioned.

"We don't have to him. Dash, I mean. You saw him too right? If you don't want children, it's okay."

Frisk stared blankly at Sans. Who was Dash? And what was that about children? "Wait, what?"

Sans was now the one confused. "You saw our future right? The one where we have a kid named Dash"

They have a kid? That's not what she saw. What she saw was Sans with a woman with short brown hair. They were the two who have a kid. Not her. Unless that woman was her the whole time. She never did get a good look at her. It was a possibility that she was her this whole time. After all, she too had short brown hair. If she was that woman, then that means she was destined to be with Sans the whole time.

She now looked at Sans in a new light. They were destined to be together. They were going to have a kid. "That was me." She whispered. "It was me the whole time."

Sans tilted his head not understanding. "I don't follow."

Frisk smiled wide. "I was the woman that I saw. It was me. I thought…. I thought it was someone else, but it was me."

"You thought I was going to be with someone else? Is that why you were so distant with me?" Sans questioned. It would explain why she suddenly wanted to leave without him.

Frisk could only nod her head. Now that she thought back on her memories it was just silly of her to not even once consider the possibility of her being the woman who was destined for Sans. The short brown hair should have been a dead giveaway.

Sans laughed before pulling her in for another kiss. "I love you, Frisk."

"I love you too, Sans." Frisk whispered before kissing Sans once more.

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