Would That Make You Happy?

Frisk is your child, the result of a teen pregnancy, but they've always been told that you're their older sister. In an effort to get away from your own abusive mother, the two of you end up falling into the Underground, where Sans is startled by this abrupt change in what had become a predictable pattern of events. Maybe your presence is what is needed to stop the endless cycle of Resets.

After many struggles, both internal and external, you and your found family reach the surface, only to face even more difficulties from the society you weren't sure you'd ever see again. You meet new friends and encounter people from your past, though for good or ill, you're not sure. Sometimes it's difficult to tell kindness from cunning.

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4. It's Going Tibia Okay

The trip to Snowdin is a long one, thanks to the skeleton brothers. Along the way through the forest you're tested by a variety of puzzles (Frisk insists on solving all of them themselves) and you meet more monsters (quite a few of which are dogs that just want pats). Though at first Papyrus's loud voice and flamboyant behavior are a bit startling, Sans's reassurances are enough to calm your nerves. It helps that Frisk is loving every second of it. They're adapting surprisingly well to being surrounded by monsters. Kids are resilient like that, you guess.

Sans is easy to like, and his love for his brother is endearing. And the jokes. The constant puns that you try so hard to resist. When you finally break —an ugly snort you fight to keep in— Sans's grin widens and he winks at you. Papyrus's loud complaints, even as he's fighting his own smile, just makes you laugh harder.

Papyrus is tall and loud. He switches so easily between boasting about himself, admonishing Sans, and encouraging you that it makes your head spin. But he's kind, and as you move forward you see Sans is right. Papyrus doesn't really want to hurt either of you.

You're standing with Papyrus as Frisk is running over a switch puzzle. Their face scrunches up in concentration as they work on turning X's into O's, and you catch yourself smiling as you watch them.

"So," you say, drawing out the word. Papyrus's head turns towards you as he realizes you're speaking to him. "Why aren't you trying to capture me right now, while I'm just standing here?"

Papyrus's eyes widen, and somehow he looks offended. "I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WOULD NOT STOOP SO LOW! AND YOU CLEARLY MISUNDERSTAND, HUMAN. I AM TRYING TO CAPTURE YOU, RIGHT NOW, WITH THIS PUZZLE, THAT IS A TRAP! A PERFECTLY CUNNING TRAP. A MAGNIFI—OH IT SEEMS THE LITTLE HUMAN HAS SOLVED IT."

Frisk runs back to you with a smile on their face, looking between you and Papyrus.

"EXCELLENT JOB, LITTLE HUMAN. I SHOULD HAVE SUSPECTED THAT— HUMAN, ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?"

As Papyrus speaks to Frisk, his arm shoots up in a way that's meant to be enthusiastic. But, the sudden movement of a raised hand so close and by someone so much taller than you has you flinching and ducking away against your will. Panic flutters in your chest, because flinching away always makes her angrier, makes it worse. You bow your head and take a step backwards, stumbling and falling onto your backside in the snow.

"HUMAN, WHAT IS WRONG? DID I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, SOMEHOW DO SOMETHING TO FRIGHTEN YOU?" Papyrus is reaching out to you, offering a hand to help you up.

You shake your head and suddenly it's hard to breathe. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." You're blurting out the words as if she's standing there, glowering over you as you curl in on yourself.

"Sissa? What's wrong?" Frisk sounds worried. You want to tell them you're okay, but you're not.

"hey, bro. why don't you go check on that next puzzle for me, i got this." Sans wasn't there a second ago but he's here now, bony hand curling around Papyrus's wrist and pulling him away from you.

"I... I SEE YOU ARE JUST TRYING TO BE LAZY, SANS. BUT I WILL DO THIS JUST THIS ONCE!" He's hesitating, and even as you bury your face in your knees you can feel him watching you. "SANS, MAKE SURE THAT THE HUMAN IS OKAY, PLEASE. IT WOULD NOT BE FAIR TO MAKE THEM DO PUZZLES WHILE THEY AREN'T FEELING WELL. AND I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, AM INCREDIBLY FAIR."

"yeah, pap. you got it, bro." Sans's voice is closer now, and you hear Papyrus walking away. "hey there, buddy. you take as much time as you need, but i just want you to know that everything is okay. you're okay."

The snow is melting and seeping into the seat of your jeans. It's cold, but you can't get up yet. You're sucking in deep breaths but it doesn't feel like you're getting enough air. You're trembling, but if it's from the cold or the panic you're not sure.

"buddy, can you look at me?"

You take in a deep breath and you manage to tilt your head upwards. Sans is squatting in front of you, his elbows resting on his knees. His permanent grin seems strained, and the white lights in his eyes are trained on your face.

"do you wanna hear a joke?"

You blink at him.

"i admit, it's pretty... humerus."

Your lips twitch, and he seems to notice.

"why did the skeleton go to the party alone?"

You swallow, and you notice that it's a little easier to breathe. "Why?" you ask, voice strained.

"he had no body to go with him."

Oh no, this is terrible. Is he going to crack terrible jokes until you feel better?

"why did the ghost get in the elevator?"

You admit that it's a good distraction. You can feel the spring-taut coil of tension in your chest start to unwind. Frisk is a few paces behind Sans, watching you. They press the long ends of their sleeves to their mouth. It's a nervous gesture, one you recognize easily. Seeing that they're worried, that they want you to be okay...

You can feel a little trickle of determination seeping through the panic that's got your insides gripped like a vice. 

"you gotta ask why, buddy," Sans says, a gentle reminder.

"Why?"

"that's how the joke works, of course." He winks at you as you purse your lips at him.

"Why did the ghost get in the elevator? Tell me."

"to lift his spirits."

You groan, but at the same time you catch yourself laughing weakly. "That's so bad," you mutter, sitting up a little straighter.

"you're smiling. you like it."

"You're awful."

"i'm sure papyrus would agree with you." Sans stands up, holding out a hand to you. Unlike Papyrus, he's not wearing any gloves. "you feel better?"

You do. Now that the fear is gone you're just embarrassed for losing it in front of everyone. Frisk is inching closer. God, Frisk. They didn't know what went on at home when they weren't around to see; you're thankful your mother had the sense to keep it quiet. But they have no idea why you had what you think is a panic attack. It's the last thing you want to explain.

You reach out and take Sans's hand, and you're struck by the fact that it's warm somehow. Smooth, dry, and warm. His grip is firm, and he pulls you up with more strength than you'd expect from a skeleton. As soon as you're on your feet he lets go, and you both shove your hands in your pockets almost immediately. 

"it's going tibia okay," he says, and if it wasn't for the wink to punctuate his joke you might think he was being serious. "we shouldn't leave papyrus waiting. my bro is a pretty cool guy, but i'd hate to leave him out in the cold."

As soon as Sans turns away Frisk is wrapping their arms around your middle, leaning forward to press their face into the softness of your stomach. You pull them close and smooth their hair.

"Don't be scared," Frisk mumbles against your jacket. "Papyrus won't hurt you."

"I know sweetie. I got scared, but it wasn't his fault. Not on purpose," you say.

"Are you okay now?"

"I'm better."

"I love you."

You pull them closer, and the tight feeling in your chest is pleasant this time. "I love you too."

   
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