“Frisk?” Sans stammers as he gently raises her head with his elbow, so it’s now resting on his shoulder.

"Can you say that a little closer?” he asks. “I didn't quite catch that.” 

Frisk still didn’t move in his arms. Sans watched as even more tears fell onto her cold, lifeless face. Sans assumes if maybe Frisk just didn’t hear him, and so brings her face even closer to his, gently shaking her body as he does so. Her SOUL was still floating near his face. 

“frisk? hey, c’mon sweetheart….couldja repeat that?” Sans tries again, pulling his jacket over her body more, trying to get rid of the cold feeling to the little bit of skin he could feel still poking out between all of the flowers and thick jacket. “hey…!”

“Sans…. I think-” Flowey tries, realizing what must have happened. The flower was crying too, his leaves over his mouth in shock as he stared at them both. He then looks at the red glowing SOUL still outside their chest, noticing it was starting to get dimmer without something to protect it. Of course, human SOULs might persist after death a lot longer than Monsters, but even they had a limit as well to how long, though no one knew what it was.

“shut up…!” Sans growled, not wanting to hear another word. He began to shake Frisk’s shoulders more, pure desperation starting to get to him now. “Frisk? sweetheart… please. wake up.”

Frisk remained motionless in his arms, her body limp as Sans continued to shake them. More tears began falling from Sans face now, his bones rattling with grief.

“frisk. come on, sweetheart. don’t do this to me! please… frisk.” Sans pleads, his hands moving to the back of her head, the other cupping her cheek, and he notices she looked a lot paler than usual. He gently brushes his phalanges on her face—his “heart” breaking. 

Was it too late? She couldn’t have just…died, right? Not when they were so close to freedom…

“Frisk?!?” Sans screams, not knowing what to do, his ‘font’ now changing to something more serious from the comic sans one. They were now in the barrier room, the barrier distorting his voice as he began to grip Frisk's body tighter, ignoring the red glowing SOUL as the first crack started to form on it.

“Sans!! Her SO-”

“NO!!!” Sans snaps at the flower without meaning. His red eye is blazing with fury as he stares at Frisk's face. “Frisk, if this is some kind of joke-”

“She’s gone,” Flowey says, his crying getting more violent, and he had no idea if he actually COULD feel sadness at this moment. But he knew some part of him couldn’t stand to see Sans acting like this. “She’s GONE. Sans… her SOUL- You need to absorb her SOUL, Sans! It’s cracking, don’t you see, you smiling idiot!!”

“SHUT. UP!!!” Sans screams, the distortion inside the magical barrier being enough to warp his voice, and the King couldn’t hear them from the throne room. “SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SHUT UP!!! YOU DON’T KNOW A GODDAMN THING, ALRIGHT?!?” Finally, however, he raises his voice, his “throat” already hurting, as he wasn’t used to talking like this. Always speaking in lowercase… Unlike his loud brother, who can sometimes be obnoxious with his all uppercase form of speech.

“YOU’RE THE ONE WHO DOESN’T KNOW ANYTHING!!” Flowey screams back, “She’s not going to wake up anymore… It’s over. Now absorb the damn SOUL before it’s too late!! Stop. Being. Stupid, Sans!!”

Sans shook his head violently. It can’t be. They were here. They were RIGHT. HERE!! He couldn’t just accept it was over. This…wasn’t part of the plan.

“You’re wrong. Shut up. You don’t know that!” Sans snaps again, his eye continuing to blaze in sad fury. The other socket is entirely black as he glares at the flower.

The second crack now appears on Frisk’s SOUL. It is now just one more away from shattering completely.

“YES, I DO!!!!” Flowey cries, shouting back at him. What the- Flowey of all people should know EXACTLY what a “dead, dying human” should look like. His mind remembered how Chara had looked in their deathbed, just before Asriel had absorbed her SOUL. That memory and how Frisk looked now, precisely the same. “Why are you being so stubborn, Sans?!? This is what she wanted!! It’s our only chance to get out of here and free everyone!”

Sans again shook his head, his eyesockets starting to get puffy and red from his crying. 

Why?! Why did things have to be this way?! He can’t accept this. She was supposed to go up to the Surface WITH him. All three of them were supposed to go up together. He can’t possibly let her go now. It’s impossible.

In desperation, he turns his sight away from Flowey and back onto Frisk as he holds onto them tighter. “you’re wrong. she’s just…exhausted, that’s all. she’s just sleeping. that’s it. she’ll wake up any moment, and then-”

“SHE’S DEAD. SANS!!!”

Shock hits the skeleton harder than ever. His teeth tighten, and Flowey can surely hear the bones rattling by now. Sans says nothing.

“She’s. Dead . Sans. You’re the only one here who can take and absorb her SOUL, and all the others too, and break the barrier. Before Papyrus and Undyne catch up, or King Asgore decides to change his mind and comes here to kill us while you’re distracted. Sans please….” Flowey tries calming down and trying for a more gentle approach.

He notices the red SOUL starting to get dimmer, no longer red but a more grey-looking shade of red.

He had to hurry.

“Look… I get it, you know? But, you need to be stronger now, Sans. For her. This is what she wanted. She WANTED us to be free. To finally be happy even if it wasn’t with her.” Flowey tries to reason, noticing that Sans still wasn’t speaking to him, but he knows that Sans must have listened. “I didn’t want to let Chara go either, but… I believed in her that she knew what she must have been doing. I mean, Chara was my best friend… She’s the only one who ever understood and played with me, and it was hard to accept her death too. But she had a plan, and I had to go through with it.”

“Maybe….Frisk planned for this all along. She didn’t want you to hurt another person ever again, Sans. She didn’t want you to get killed out there, like what happened to Chara and me back then. She wanted you to be happy finally.”

“........’ow can i?” Sans finally says, after several seconds. His eye lights never left Frisk's face. “all i ever wanted was to go to the surface with ‘er. it’s why i decided to deceive my brother and help ‘er out. i wanted to be with her and see the surface. frisk would be our ambassador or something, and- i can’t.”

“I know you did, Sans… We both did….” Flowey says, keeping to the gentle tone of voice. And he pats his shoulder gently. “Please Sans… before it’s too late.

A third crack was now starting to form on the red floating SOUL, the red now almost entirely faded, and Sans grips Frisk's dead body tighter, burying his face into her shoulder.

‘i need you, sweetheart. please! please stay with me; you’re the only reason i wanted to try and be better! i wanna be with you, sweetheart; this can’t be the end. please, sweetheart, please come back.’

His SOUL started to glow brightly, responding to the strong, spiraling thoughts of the skeleton whose only motive was to be with his sweetheart again—no longer caring if anyone could cross the Barrier anymore.

He just wanted to be with his Frisk again. He didn’t want to let Frisk go.

There was a bright light as the two SOULs merged into one another….



The next time Sans opens his eye sockets... he has TWO blazing red eyes.

His SOUL was still glowing brightly. A white upside-down monster SOUL with a red DETERMINATION one inside of it.

A GODsoul.