***Chapter 4***

"Frisk?" Sans asked again looking around his room to see that he was just dreaming.

He couldn't believe it. He hadn't dreamt about Frisk in almost a year. Most of his dreams about her were nightmares saying that he disappointed her or that he should have tried harder.

Sans tried to drown out those thoughts but deep down for the longest time, he believed it was true. Now he knew it wasn't. He knew there was nothing more he could've done to save her. She was dying and Sans could only watch. He always felt bad for Frisk but he had gotten over it.

I know she's gone...so why did I have this dream? Sans asked himself as he wiped the tears off his face and collected himself. It doesn't matter. It's over now. But….I have to know. Sans lifted and swung his legs over the side of the bed letting his bare, bony feet touch the cold wooden floor. He heard the sounds of the morning birds chirping. Reality hit him like a brick that morning. He looked over at his alarm clock and saw that it was 11:30 in the morning.

He stretched his waking bones and threw on some socks and slippers. He stood up and opened his window with the still sleeping flower on it. He looked out and saw the blue sky lined with a few clouds and the sun just peaking around them. It looked like such a nice day. Sans wasn't sure what he was going to do.

Although he was the ambassador for monsters, he had been going through losing Frisk so most or all of the paperwork went to Papyrus. Papyrus would handle the 'tough stuff' as Sans would say and himself would do press conferences and things like that. The two didn't mind the arrangement. They liked it that way. Although there more to it then that, basically, Sans just sat at home all day. Well at least he had Flowey. Sans wanted to look at the sky forever but the waking of his plant friend made Sans snap out of his daydream.

"Heya bud." Sans said to Flowey as he was just waking up.

Sans liked to torture the poor flower with plant jokes. He saw Flowey as an easy target and plant puns were easy to come up with. Even if he used the same ones all the time. If Flowey hated them, he would've told Sans to stop. But he didn't so Sans kept going.

"Sans...you're up early…that's a surprise..."

"Hehe...yeah...guess so…" Sans replied rubbing the back of his skull nervously.

"Sans are you alright?" Flowely questioned "You seem a little...on edge."

Sans seemed shocked. He hoped Flowey wouldn't notice but he was slightly shaking.

"Eh...yeah why wouldn't I? I'm good. You know how I am. I need to talk to Pap…"

Sans wanted to end that conversation. He had something else on his mind. He had to see her. Sans thought about Frisk a lot but this time it was different. It wasn't a nightmare, it was something else. He could feel it in his bones. He didn't dream about her as often. It was like just as he thought he's gotten past missing her, he had another dream. Sans walked downstairs to see Papyrus about to make his lunch.

"Heya Paps, that for me?" Sans joked knowing he didn't eat what Papyrus did.

"Sans. You're up early. Am I finally rubbing off on you?" Papyrus laughed as if he told the funniest joke.

Sans didn't get it and carried on anyway

"No. I uh...it doesn't matter but I need to ask you something."

Sans' ambiguity made Papyrus nervous. He thought Sans was past secrets. But he hoped it was nothing

"What is it?"

"Where did you uh...put her soul?"

Sans didn't look Papyrus in the eye. He thought he would blow up in his face and get angry or even just not tell him. Sans hadn't asked in so long, he was scared his brother wouldn't tell him.

Papyrus sighed. He feared something like this. He thought Sans was doing so well. To Papyrus, Frisk was a distraction. An obsession. He never understood why his brother wanted to keep that human around so much. Sans always said he wouldn't understand.

"Sans. I thought we had been through this already-"

"Please tell me! I won't ask ever again. I just...have a feeling...I need to see her." Sans pleaded his brother

Papyrus sighed again. He called the soul a she as if she was still there. Papyrus really didn't want to see his brother unhappy, so he caved.

"It's in the attic."

Papyrus opened the attic door and led Sans to the container. To both of their surprise, There was no soul floating in the jar. Sans nearly had metaphorical heart failure. His dread was surpassed by his anger.

"WHERE IS SHE!" He demanded to know what Papyrus had done

"Sans I didn't do anything! I know how much this soul means to you! Why would I get rid of it? Do you think I'm that heartless?" Papyrus snapped back

Sans didn't know how to reply. He was quick to point fingers. He knew Flowey wouldn't do this either, he loved Frisk too. Sans was flabbergasted at how this was even possible. Papyrus put his hand on Sans' shoulder in sympathy. He walked Sans back downstairs. They were both disappointed in this and were trying to understand what happened. The jar was in perfect condition. It didn't make any sense.

Sans needed some air. If he couldn't see her soul, he'll visit her grave instead. He was just so upset he almost didn't notice what had happened in the backyard. When Sans reached her grave, Sans was immobilized. The grave was dug up. There was no body. The flowers were ruined and someone had taken her body. Sans was more frustrated. He knelt down in front of the grave crying.

He was at his last rope. First the soul, now this. Why was the world playing a cruel trick on him. He cried holding some of the destroyed flowers in his hands.

Sans was so upset he almost didn't feel the light touch on his shoulder. It felt small and delicate. Sans at first thought it was Papyrus and didn't move a muscle.

"Sans?" The person behind him asked.

When he heard the voice behind him asked softly. He almost thought it couldn't be true. Sans turned around and he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Sans started crying even more at the wonderful sight in front of him. It was her. She was there. He didn't care how. He stood up and looked at her.

"S-sweeth-heart..?" Sans stuttered through the word as in was in awe at what he was seeing.

The human who he had killed, and had gotten killed, journeyed with, and fell in love with was standing in front of him. But she looked slightly different. She had no flowers on her. Both of her eyes shone back at him, an unnatural red colour. He had only seen her with one eye as the first time he ever saw her, she already had a number of flowers on her and they were covering the right eye. Her clothes and hair had some dirt on them but she was perfectly fine. Frisk smiled at him gently. Sans ran to her and cried not saying another word.

Frisk, taken aback from the sudden feeling, hugged him back crying a bit too. The two stayed embracing each other for what felt like an eternity before Sans pulled away.

"Frisk...sweetheart...how...how are you here?" Sans questioned, looking down at his human companion.

"I-I don't know." She replied back looking a bit confused. Frisk was still in shock herself "I don't know."

ITS HERE! I said I wasn't going to be long, but much consideration, here is the next part! I hope you all enjoy the story going forward! Updates may be slow but I need to finish this story! Thank you again to all my long time readers, and newcomers to this fic. Hopefully I don't let you down! -Kake