'She's so gorgeous.' Where the first thoughts Sans had as soon as he laid eyes on her.

She was currently just sitting by the window seat, sipping her golden flower tea he overheard her oder. A big book plopped open in her lap, her beautiful blue orbs following each word made San's soul clench. People as always gave him odd looks, I mean you would too if you saw a guy with silver white hair, wearing bunny slippers sitting alone with a bottle of ketchup at a tea shop.

You know you would.

Sans could have sworn he saw her somewhere, she just looked so familiar, as if in another world or even memory they had met.

But that was stupid, there was no way, no possible explanation.

'wonder if I should stop being the creeper and go say sup?' Sans thought to himself, while running a hand through his untamed locks, good thing Pap left early he would have flipped if he saw Sans the way he was now. But considering the many possible rejections was enough to keep the man seated.

He just watched with awe, from afar as she kept turning each page ever so enticed with whatever she was reading.

Sans still kept the stupid grin on his face the entire time.

Then she started packing her things up, and Sans himself was having a mini panic attack inside at the sight of her leaving. Hell he hasn't even spoken to her, yet he was still bummed about her leaving.

'man, me myself and I gotta work some things out.' Sans made a mental note to ask Alphys if it's normal to be attached to a person who you just stared at for like 30 minutes. Probably, I mean it happens all the fucking time in stories, so who's to say it won't in real life?

Sans bit the inside of his cheek as he watched her open the door with a 'ding', but before she did she turned around as if she knew that he had been staring the entire time and smiled ear to ear at Sans.

Then poof, she was gone.

Sans felt the blood instantly rush to his face, and was willing to bet he looked redder than Pap's scarf. She smiled with so much compassion, as if they had met before and she was trying to get him to remember something long forgotten.

But that was stupid, no possible explanation

~.~

'She's so breathtaking.' Were Sans immediate thoughts as soon as he laid eyes on her.

He was currently looking through the spaces of the shelfs in the library at her, on the other side of the shelf there she was, browsing through books with those blue orbs of hers. Truthfully Sans was a bit of a bookworm himself and was proud to admit that he knew where every book went in this Library.

Why doesn't he have a girlfriend again?

She was in the literature section, he was sure about it. Those books confused him a lot, and he often found the world's a little bit odd and the authors seriously word their words weird. Yet there she was, rummaging around to find the perfect book.

Sans pondered how creepy he must look, looking at a girl through openings in the shelf but in his defence she was so beautiful and gorgeous. Sans felt blood rush to his cheeks at his very own thoughts, he wasn't the most romantic and these thoughts were enough to make him question himself.

'wonder if i should stop being the creeper and go say sup?' Sans pondered this, weighing his options in his own mind.

Leaning a bit closer he noticed that she was hold six big ass books in her arms, like they looked as big as his hand. Sans chuckled at her determined expression to not fall down from the weight of the books. He was about to go and offer her his help, he was actually strong despite what people may think. Yet she stopped him.

Well not in the literal sense anyway.

She turned around which made her short brown hair get in her face a little, but that just made her all the more adorable. She then saw Sans through the gap of the shelves and books, and unlike most people didn't scowl, or immediately avoid eye contact. She instead looked so sad, heartbroken even and she was about to say something but immediately shut her mouth. As if someone had whispered in her ear to not do that. Sans was about to say hello, or if she was okay but her sudden heartwarming smile stopped him from making any sudden movements, almost as if he were to move she would completely disappear.

Which she kind of did.

Turning on her heel she made her way to the front desk, chatted happily with the librarian for a while, Sans still frozen in place trying to make out if he's seen her before, but that was stupid there was no explanation that she was so familiar. But Sans did manage to make out something from their conversation:

"See you again Frisk, be safe!" And with a final wave and smile she was out the door.

Sans instantly lit up in a smile, HE KNEW HER NAME! Okay so he may not see her again maybe ever, but HE HAD HER NAME and that is all that really mattered. Grabbing a sharpie from his pocket and opening the cap, Sans wrote 'Frisk' on his left palm. Chuckling to himself he sat down at one of the many tables, thinking if he had seen her somewhere.

But that was just stupid.

~.~

'She's so stunning.' Sans first thoughts as soon as he laid eyes on her, she walked into Grillby's slightly disheveled, and red faced from the cold but smiling nonetheless. She had a bag wrapped around herself, and from the way she was walking it appeared to be heavy. She smiled at everyone as if she already knew them, and plopped herself on the booth chair right next to Sans.

Grillby who was pretending to clean a glass, looked at Frisk up and down as if trying to analyze her himself. Sans knew Grillby had done this with everyone, trying to judge them really quick that way he would know weather to try to talk with them or have Sans translate. If Sans had to translate then you may not be the best person, if not then you may be okay.

She was okay.

Grillby wasn't much of a talker, ever since the fire accident with his wife he's always been the quiet type since. Sign language is what Grillby had resorted to, that and nodding and the occasional humm or word here and there. So Grillby walked up to her, and gave her a small smile and what she did was amazing.

She started signing to him.

'Hello, I saw your restaurant and everything looked amazing, that and it looked pretty warm.' She signed with a giggle.

Grillby was clearly taken aback by this, Sans was just trying not burst out laughing Grillby couldn't look any less flabbergasted. But he did recover quickly, and instead of signing back he instead spoke. "...Know what you want?" Granted he spoke kind of quiet and muffled, but she just smiled.

She already seemed to know that Grillby was the quiet type, and didn't really prefer loud noises so she spoke in a calming and soothing tone.

"Can I get a burger with a side of fries please?" Sans nearly melted at how beautiful her voice sounded, it instantly reminded him of golden buttercups for some reason beyond him.

. "...Sure thing."

Grillby cracked a smile at her before going off to make her meal, knowing Grillby he'll even bring her something to drink for free.

So now it was just Sans and this amazing person, Sans looked down at the counter debating on what to say. Deciding like always to play it cool, he stole a glance at her and saw that she looked so much more tired than she did when she was smiling. She had a few bags under her eyes, and she looked as if she ran a marathon, hair disheveled, sweating like crazy (it was freezing out), and out of breath.

She looked so out of life, so out of breath, just so unhappy and done with life.

She needed a few laughs that's for sure.

She had a skeleton shirt on that read: Skele-TON with you, Sans could really do some damage with that one, so mustering up courage he finally spoke to her.

"tiba honest, it's amazing that you got ol Grillby to talk." Sans spoke in his usual calm and lazy voice, and he was really impressed he sounded that calm since on the inside he was freaking out. "as you may have guessed, he's not really the best conversationalist."

She looked up at the sound of his oh so familiar voice, for a second she thought that this time he remembered. Who was she kidding? She looked at him and new, she new that it wouldn't matter to just ignore him and move on, it will just hurt even more, it's just going to…

It's just going to start again.

But she never could never not laugh at his horrible puns, or say no to those blue eyes of his.

"Pffft, hahahaohmygod, that pfft was horrible." She started to giggle, but it quickly turned into full on laughter and her snorts and laugh were music to Sans. She looked happy unlike a few minutes ago, and Sans wanted her to stay like that for a little while.

"aww, come on you gotta admit that was a little humerus ." Sans heard other patrons sigh at the pun, but not her she started cracking up and Sans found himself joining in with her and their laughter were all that could be heard.

"anyway, that wasn't a good way to greet a new pal huh?" Sans said once they calmed down, and with a shaky breath and a stiff arm he extended his hand to her, Sans could have sworn she flinched.

She new that she shouldn't, it's just going to hurt when he doesn't remember but maybe, just maybe this time. He confronted her right? It had been about 54 times since he last confronted her and after that they were doing so so well.

So maybe just maybe this time.

It won't reset.

"Well it was pretty good for me, I'm Frisk." Shaking his hand Frisk felt a stab in the heart at having to introduce herself yet again, Sans however was beyond ecstatic he didn't let it show however wouldn't want to be creepy.

"names sans."

'Is this the 89th time I learn his name?' Frisk bitterly thought to herself as she shook his surprisingly warm hand with her surprisingly cold hand. They both felt their cheeks redden at the contact, they let their arms just relax and slowly and painfully pull away. Sans gave her his signature wink and smirk, hoping his blush wouldn't be too visible. Frisk couldn't help but get a little giddy at the all too familiar smirk.

"hey, knock knock?" Sans turned full around in his chair to face Frisk, he wanted more than anything to see her face and hear her laugh. "Who's there?" Frisk of course replied with a small smile.

Sans noticed that her hands were neatly folded in her lap, but her legs kept shaking bouncing up and down. Sans just shrugged it off who was he to judge?

"etch." Sans started to smile at the memory of telling this one to Pap.

"Etch who?" Frisk asked, prepared for what was next.

"bless you doll." And her giggles and laughter were there once again, Sans felt a stab of nostalgia at hearing that laugh. After Frisk seemed to calm down, she got a cocky look and Sans felt a challenge with that smile and those eyes.

"Hey Sans?" Frisk said his name so naturally, as if she had said so many times it just rolled off her tongue so perfectly. Sans almost blushed at just hearing his name from those lips of hers.

"yep?"

"Will you remember me in a week?" Sans had no idea where this was going, who could forget Frisk? (Heh, irony)

"'course." He replied so flippantly as if it were the simplest question in the world.

"In a month?" Frisk was trying not to sound too bitter but irony was being such a bitch right now it made it kind of hard.

"yep."

"Knock knock."

"who's there?"

"Aww, see you already forgot about me!"

Sans then was the one bursting out laughing, and Frisk noticed how different his laugh sounded. It was a compilation of snorts and laughs, but it just sounded so safe to Frisk that it made her smile so much it hurt. It took a lot to make Sans laugh, since that's what he does to everyone else it was amazing to get Sans to laugh.

"g-god Frisk, hahahaha good heh one."

Grillby then showed up perfect timing per usual, carrying an extra large plate of fries and a burger with of course a glass of water just for Frisk. Frisk tried to return the water saying that he didn't have to, but Grillby just signed that it was on him and to please enjoy.

"hey want some ketchup?" Sans offered the bottle closest to him, a small smirk playing his features. He wasn't that mean that he was gonna prank her, he really was just offering her ketchup. Frisk smiled and without a second thought grabbed the bottle, as she was about to tip it over Sans realized that he gave her the wrong bottle.

He gave Frisk the joke bottle.

Meaning he was going to be that asshole.

Tipping the bottle her fries were covered in the condiment, to be honest Frisk expected nothing less of the comedian her plate had been covered in ketchup more times than Frisk could count by now.

It always got her to giggle.

"Pfft, now what weirdo would unscrew a cap bottle?" Looking over at Sans Frisk sent a playful look that made Sans blush a light pink and find immense interest in the floor pattern then Frisk or her knowing eyes.

Dang, Grillby really cleans the floor well.

The sounds of Frisk munching happily snapped San's head up to see her eating her fries as if nothing had happened. Sans let out a snort at the sight before him. "really? Not gonna ask for another plate?" Sans received a look from Frisk that yelled 'WTF'.

"Ketchup ruins nothing my friend." Frisk stated matter of factly. "And food is food, who would waste it?"

"welp looks like I haveta ketchup." Sans chuckled at the extremely unattractive snort that came from Frisk and her face stuffed with fries.

As Sans kept watching her he noticed that she was eating pretty fast, like she hadn't eaten in ages and this was her first meal. Frisk practically devoured the burger and fries and Sans would have just pushed this off as a healthy appetite, but then she started to look tired again. The bags under her eyes became so much more defined and she seemed to put all her weight on her forearms on the counter, they seemed to be the reason why she was still sitting upright.

"firsk? you okay?" Sans asked, inching closer to her concern clearly audible in his voice and eyes. Frisk looked over and gave a small smile, hoping that it would do. He seemed to always know when she lied. "smiling ain't gonna do you any good sweetheart, are you seriously okay?" Sans was dead serious now. His eyes had gotten hard and cold, but he still had that comforting smile playing his lips.

Frisk looked into those blue eyes for so long she forgot that she was in a time loop, but it didn't matter at the time. All that mattered was that Sans was trying to find out what was wrong with a presumably stranger who is stuck in the same day over and over, time seems to slow around them. It was just them, no one else really seems to matter.

A voice deep inside Frisk's mind is screaming at her not to, that it's all pointless she's going to regret it later.

"IT'S JUST GOING TO RESET FRISK! YOU HONESTLY THINK HE'S GOING TO REMEMBER? NO! STOP BEFORE YOU DO ANYTHING YOU'LL REGR-!"

"Hey Sans? Do you ever imagine what would happen if everything just started over again?" Frisk didn't look at Sans, instead she looked at her hands folded on her lap she couldn't bear to see his face, "Like you work so hard, and you meet so many people and life is finally amazing, b-but then it all just."

Silence envelopes the two as the light chatter of happy patrons fills the background.

"It all just starts over, sometimes the entire day, other times a week, maybe even months it all starts all over a-and you have to do it. All. Over. Again. And when you see somone you remember and you missed them and you try to talk to them they have no idea who you are, a-and you have to pretend you don't know them either. And then…..some days you don't even want to get up, and you try to do something different but there's no point."

By this point Frisk was practically yelling, and Sans had gotten up in the middle of her rant to hug her. Embracing her in the only way he knew how at the moment, Frisk couldn't help but return the favor his familiar scent of his jacket got Frisk to let out a few tears.

This was all going to be forgotten, not even a memory.

"frisk what's wrong, is there anything I can do to help, you gotta tell me kid." Frisk smiled at the endless nickname he gave her, she could just imagine his broken smile while hugging her.

Frisk pulled herself away but Sans just held her tighter, looking her in the eye waiting for a good answer. Frisk just wiped away her eye feeling weaker than ever, she saw that she got his shirt wet but Frisk was willing to bet Sans couldn't give less of a shit.

"Nothing Sans really-."

"you honestly want me to believe that kid?"

Frisk cracked a smile and Sans couldn't help but return the favor, she was honestly too fucking amazing.

"Yep, but Sans patella the truth, I'm so much more better than I was before." Her blue eyes seemed to shimmer just a little at Sans, and he couldn't help but groan a little at her pun. But after a while Sans let go grinning at her.

"if you say so, but it is so ON."

"Oh god, please no."

"You are such an idiot Frisk."

They had been talking the entire night, nothing in general really. They talked about Sans and how he was a scientist, but most definitely NOT a nerd mind you, how he had a brother named papyrus who looked nothing like him but yes they were related and his unhealthy fascination with ketchup and puns. They talked about frisk and how she herself was ambassador, she was adopted into the Dreemur family, and that she could literally spend an entire night reading, and can finish a series by herself in less than a week. It was pretty amazing for the both of them, things were just so perfect for a moment there was nothing to worry about.

Until the had to leave.

"aww, cmon Grill just for like five minutes?" Sans practically begged, Frisk checked her watch and was shocked at just how long they had been talking.

"...It's 1:23 in the morning Sans…." Grillby pointed out as if it were completely obvious, Frisk just chuckled and asked how much she owed him.

"naw, let me kid, Grillby can ya put it on my tab?"

Sans gave a silent plea to Grillby since he didn't have the best record with money, but seeing how happy the two looked just a moment was enough for Grillby to agree, not without a sigh and a glare for Sans of course.

"Sans no! Come on I can pay-." Frisk tried to put money on the counter but Sans just grabbed her wrist and shoved her hand away from the counter as if it were poisonous. Frisk rolled her eyes and checked her phone.

"OH MY GOD!" Yelling abruptly both Sans And Grillby jumped at the sudden noise. Frisk was frantically getting her stuff together. "MY MOM IS GOING TO KILL ME, LIKE MURDER!" Frisk firmly slammed money on the counter, a "TAKE IT AS A TIP THEN!" was heard as Frisk moved to the exit.

Grillby smiled at the money and found himself wishing Frisk were back. Sans jogged after Frisk and put a hand on her elbow as she was just about to leave, Frisk smiled just a little at the familiar contact.

"frisk you sure you wanna head out alone? i'd feel safer if ya let me." Sans asked, but they both knew it was more of a demand. Frisk was so close to saying yes, that yes he could most certainly drive her home, and if he met her parents it would trigger both their memories.

But she didn't.

Something, no someone else spoke for her.

"It's okay really, my um brother's gonna pick me up." Sans looked questionably at Frisk, but suddenly headlights came into view along with "FRISK YOU OWE ME SO MUCH!" from the vehicle.

"guess'n that's him?" Sans couldn't help but let out a chuckle at the sight before him, Frisk's red face didn't help either.

"Yep, oh gotta go," Frisk took one step but quickly turned and gave him a peck on the forehead, it instantly made Sans turn an ungodly shade of red, Frisk just giggled and in a barely audible voice spoke.

"Thank you so much Sans, you have no idea what you did for me," And just before she left she mumbled one last sentence. "Don't forget." And just like that she was off, getting into the car but not before her brother yelled at her of course.

"WHY ARE YOU HERE SO LATE?"

"How did you even know I was here!"

"N-NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS! WHO WAS THAT GUY ANYWAY?"

"Ariel watch the road."

"NO I HAVE THE-!"

"YOU'RE GOING TO CRASH INTO THAT CAT!"

"I KNEW THAT FRISK!"

And then they were off, the cat that almost died scurried off as well. And sand was just left there in the cold rubbing the same spot where she had kissed him. But just as he was about to go back inside and tell Grillby that he may be in love, he looked that there was writing on his left palm.

It wasn't very clear but he could make out the word easily enough:

~.~

"What is wrong with you Frisk?"

"Maybe this time Cha-."

"NO AND YOU KNOW IT, IT'S JUST GOING TO HURT EVEN MORE THE NEXT TIME WE SEE HIM!"

"Chara I just want this to end, I want it to be over."

"You don't think I want it to end Frisk?"

"Chara I don't know what to do for things to progress, I have no idea what to do! I-I DON'T!"

"...You're crying."

"..Yeah, sorry about that."

"Do...you think that this time it'll be different?"

"..I...I don't know, all we can do is hope right?"

"Stay determined?"

"Stay determined."

RESET?

NO YES

NO

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