Chapter 1: Feeling A Little Blue

Sans sat on the cold ground bundled up in one of his favorite hoodies, thinking about life. This was a common occurrence for the skeleton, especially since the loops had started. However, this time it was different. A month after they escaped the underground, Sans made Frisk promise with no little amount of seriousness to never RESET again. Frisk agreed, whether from out of fear or actual agreement, he didn't know. He did know that he was happy however, since he knew that Frisk, no matter what kind of mood they were in, respected promises. And so here he was, in the middle of December, watching Frisk, Papyrus, Toriel and Undyne have a snowball fight. Alphys was working on some stuff, (What sort of stuff, he didn't know) and so Undyne came over to Toriel's. Sans tagged along because Papyrus came. He didn't like to admit it, but he also came to watch Frisk. He still had a nagging fear that they would either reset or… He shivered. Best to keep those thoughts buried. No use thinking of Papyrus' dust filled scarf back at his house from a different timelin- He slapped himself. No thinking of that stuff. He was safe now. I hope. He thought. Looking over, he caught Frisk staring at him with an odd expression. He waved as cheerily as he could, and watched as Undyne threw a snowball at Frisk with lightning speed. It smacked against their face and they turned, body absorbing the blow. Turning back around, their check was red. Sans could swear he saw a glint of red in their eyes as- oh no-

Frisk giggled happily. Picking up some snow in their gloves, they made a little snowball and threw it as hard as they could at Undyne, which wasn't very hard, admittedly. Smacking against Undyne's chest, her eyes narrowed. "IS THAT ALL YOU GOT, PUNK!?" She screamed. Frisk laughed and ran behind a huge snow pile to borrow some snowballs from Papyrus, which he was stockpiling.

Ugh. Sans thought as he relaxed again, settling down from the half raised position he had gotten up into without realizing it. It's nothing, it's nothing. He told himself. He couldn't shake that feeling that something was going to happen, and it would be his fault.

"Hey Sans!" Toriel shouted as a few snowballs came flying his way. "Heads up!"

He lazily rolled over to avoid them. Except for that one that hit him dead in the face. Grimacing through the snow, he stared at Toriel. She was currently keeled over laughing, slapping her hands on her knees. "Your- your face." She wheezed. "I-it's priceless."

Sans sat up slowly. Throw snowballs at ME, will you? "I've gotta bone to pick with you, Toriel."

Finally ceasing her laughter, she grinned at him. Frisk and Papyrus sat behind their wall, but had peeked over to see how this was going to go down. Undyne was watching with crossed arms, with a huge smile on her face.

Sans stood up, and his eye started flickering softly. "Ay Toriel." He said, his trademark grin spreading over his face.

"Yeah?" She asked, still smiling softly.

"Catch." He turned casually and his hand glowed blue. Toriel realized what was going to happen moments before it did. Searching for cover, she dove behind the giant snow wall Frisk and Papyrus were still watching from behind with wide eyes, as Sans turned and heaved an enormous snow clod with his magic. It burst where Toriel stood milliseconds before, as Sans cackled and turned to scoop up more snow. "QUICK!" Papyrus exclaimed. "USE THE RESERVES!" Toriel and Papyrus turned to scoop up the numerous snow balls that lay off to the side. Pelting Sans' jacket and face and everywhere else they could hit, they proceeded to have a snow war of epic proportions. Sans stood there, grinning, too lazy to move as snow balls pelted him. However, he was holding his own. Snow lifted up to block large quantities of snow balls Papyrus had hurled with his magic, and occasionally large snow missiles hurtled toward them at speeds that put theirs to shame. Ducking back behind cover, Toriel was panting heavily, face red and having the time of her life. She turned to grab more snow balls and saw Frisk. The kid sat back a little bit, staring at Sans' glowing eye and blue magic with lip trembling. The sudden appearance of it was reminding the small child of a timeline where Toriel and Papyrus would not be here with them, much less them. Toriel instantly forgot about the snow ball fight.

"Frisk?" She asked tenderly. "Are you alright?"

Frisk started. Looking at Toriel and then at the white ground, their eyes became watery, as they desperately held back tears. Sans strolled around the barrier, holding a giant pile of snow that he planned to own Toriel with. The sight that greeted him was not at all what he expected. Toriel crouched on one knee in front of Frisk, stroking their back and asking them what was wrong as the kid teared up. Sans dropped the snow, dumbfounded. What was up?

Frisk trembled. Covering their eyes with their hands, they began to cry softly. Toriel scooped them up in their arms. "I think that's enough snow for one day." She said softly.

As she walked by Sans' to head into the house, Frisk saw Sans' standing there with his hands in his pockets. The sight of him made the kid cry even harder. Toriel whipped around to see Sans standing there confusedly. Toriel glared at Sans and stormed inside. She didn't know what was up, but Sans made Frisk cry, and no one makes her baby cry.

Papyrus stood, equally confused. "WHAT WAS THAT ALL ABOUT…?" He looked at Sans for an answer.

"Don't ask me, bro." He said, too tired for puns at the moment. He felt exhausted. The one time he got involved with anything involving the kid, he screwed something up. Figures.