Chapter 1

Sans POV

I ventured up the hill where Frisk's grave was located, holding a bouquet of red roses. I thought Frisk had seen enough of those buttercups for one lifetime, so a change would be nice.

I laid in the patch of golden flowers and buried my head in my bony hands, running over the memories we had shared. "Hey sweetheart… Flower you today?" I tried chuckling at my pun but my heart clenched, knowing no one would respond. Nonetheless I imagined her sweet voice slowly echoing through my mind.

'Good as always,' something soft spoke in the back of my mind as a small giggle followed.

Papyrus had thought I was pathetic to let myself go as a result of some human's death but she meant more to me than that. Monsters had taken her sacrifice for granted. It didn't make sense that those heartless bastards could roam free while she had to give up everything.

I was too caught up in my own depression so I would always scream at Papyrus saying 'fuck off,' or 'leave me be you asshole.' I didn't care what would happen to my body anymore. If I were to die, at least I would be with Frisk. I just wanted to wait until my sunshine, my light, my angel would come back. I would've done anything to get her back. Anything.

"Frisk… Please come back." But nobody came, leaving me alone once again with nothing but my thoughts and those stupid flowers.

Frisk POV

I struggled to open my eyelids but managed to heave them open. I absorbed my surroundings slowly and blinked many times. I could see. My hands and arms had no buttercups at all. How was it possible? I remembered my adventure with Sans and Flowey. Each time I had died, a buttercup had bloomed on my skin, eventually making me blind and immobile. But the last thing I could recall was succumbing to darkness and that was it. The end.

"Hi sweetheart… Flower you today?" Nostalgia took over as Sans spoke, and it resonated through me. I whipped my head around and there he was. He sat a few feet to my left, and I could probably stretch out my arm to reach him.

"S-Sans?" I tried to grab his shoulder but my hand completely went through him. He didn't even hear me, causing me to freeze.

'Am I a ghost?'

'Why am I still here?'

I spaced off into my own thoughts until I heard Sans sniff. "Heh I'm sorry. Just a little dust in my eyes ya know," he said with a shaky voice. I crawled over to him and stared into his eyes. As they said, a person's eyes were the windows to their soul.

Tears streamed down his face as he struggled to fight them off with the sleeve of his jacket. When I stared longer, a major headache jabbed into my head, causing me to bawl up in pain.

"Hey Sans! Let's go play in the snow!" I said playfully while waving a snowball in my hand.

"Sure." He immediately used his magic to gather a few of his own snowballs and walked closer to me. "Here comes the snow monster~ You better run sweetheart." But I didn't. I just stayed still.

"Playing like that e-" The skeleton tripped over a rock and fell, pulling me down with him. I shrieked in surprise and shut my eyes, yelping when I felt the snowy ground against my clothes.

"We're in a pretty sticky situation if I do say so myself." I opened my eyes and saw that he was on top of me. His phalanges went to my hair and he pulled a twig out, fixing a strand of my hair along the way. We both shared a bright shade of red and silence ensued. His knee cap pressed against my crotch area and his hands pinned my arms. His grip around my wrists was loose yet strong. I was completely helpless right now in a compromised position.

He leaned in closer and I started to panic slightly. "Relax," he whispered ever so softly. My heart raced and I began to sweat nervously. He was only inches away from my lips, his forehead against mine.

"SANS GET BACK TO WORK YOU LAZY BONES AND STOP HARASSING THE CHILD WITH YOUR PATHETIC NEEDS OF LUST," Papyrus shouted as he pried Sans off of me. I supported myself up and turned my head away so they wouldn't see that my face was as red as a tomato.

"You asshole! What are you talking about?! I'm not a pervert!" I heard Sans yell furiously so I turned back around.

The flashback of our time in Snowdin subdued along with the headache. I hugged Sans as he sat there, fully knowing he wouldn't feel it.

"The comedian misses you, I see. I once too had that kind of love. And not Level Of ViolEnce. But heartfelt feelings of affection." A girl with light brown hair and blood red eyes crept out of the shadows. She wore a green and yellow striped sweater that was like Asriel's, before he was a flower.

"W-Who are you?" I fumbled to scoot back, away from whoever or whatever she was.

"I'm Chara. Nice to meet you." She held out her hand like a friendly mean of introduction. It really was, but not when a random stranger acts like she knows you.

"Um I'm Frisk." I shook her hand slowly. "It's been a year since you're skeleton boyfriend there broke the barrier with the human so-"

"He's not my boyfriend!"

"Sure. But you're lucky that your soul still has a form. If we hurry now, you can go back to the comedian and live your life again without your previous… Erm curse."

"How do you know about me and why do you call him comedian?"

"I have always been watching you. I'm the first human to had fallen down here. You see that grave right there, that's yours." She pointed her finger in the general direction of Sans and there lay a tombstone. It was engraved with a flower and a heart just below it. My eyes widened, realizing it was for me as I glanced over a name. Here lies Frisk the Human.

"And for the nickname, it just came to me. He always likes to make those horrible puns."

My mind immediately changed its thoughts from the tombstone to how she insulted his jokes. "Hey they're funny!" They actually were to me. He could always make me smile when I was down.

"You like him, isn't it obvious," she mumbled so silently that Frisk couldn't hear, "Anyways I'm sending you back because I need something from you. I need you to help me turn my friend Flowey back into Asriel. I can only do that with a living human among my side. My powers are limited without a life form to complete some tasks. And you're the only person I've talked to since my death. But there is one other reason, no one has felt as much pain as the comedian feels of your loss in a long time. Such a pity isn't it?"

"You know Flow-I mean Asriel?" Was she the girl he had talked about? The one who his family took in as their own as they became the best of friends.

"Yes yes I'll explain later. We don't have much time until he comes to stop us. He doesn't want us messing with the laws of physics or whatever." I nodded slowly to show I understood but I still ignored the part when she talked about Sans mourning because inside I felt guilty.

"Show your soul to me please." I placed my hands where I knew my soul floated around and grappled it out. I bit my lip as a recollection of this feeling washed over me like a wave hitting a shore of rocks. My heart wasn't the shining red it usually was but a dark faded burgundy. It looked as if it had been rusted by the power of time with its holes and tears.

I swore I could see Chara mischievously smile but when I looked to make sure, she had a perfectly normal grin planted on her face. I must've been imagining things.

She reached her hands out to my soul and enveloped it in a dark goo. It completely wrapped around it and filled emptiness I never knew was there. I felt hope surge within me as my soul regained its glow.

"Now let's go…Partner." When she called me partner, it sent chills through my spine but before I could part my mouth to speak, I blacked out.

While Frisk had fainted, Chara said one last thing, "Too bad Frisky, there's always a price to pay to have a chance at rebirth once more. You'll see soon…" Chara faded back into the depths of the shadows while laughing maniacally, carefully watching Sans as he continued to shed tears of grief and loss.