A/n: Heyya, pinksterz!💕

In oh-so-sudden participation for Franstober 2021 Day 19: Video by uhhbananafrappe on Tumblr, I decided to publish this ready-made oneshot here on this day, infusing the story with the essence of spooktober.xD

Hope ya'll enjoy a bootiful time this time of the year, pinksterz!💕😉 So here, have a horror shot created by self inspiration-

⚠Warning: Horror. If you're uncomfortable with the said element, I'm not saying you mustn't read, I'm merely warning you in advance. You may skip this and wait for the next update, or find another good frans book to read as well. This oneshot is not for the faint of heart. :3

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I should've been sprawled as a bloody mess all over the floor. Kept inside my room, however, there was no better punishment than to be locked up here, haunted, even though I already know I was going to be sent with shivers down for the rest of my life. It was absolute torture.

You see, several months ago, before I was being refridgerated to my damnation, I had a crush. Everyone has one, I'm pretty sure of it. And as cliché as it sounds, it's this girl in my class. To be exact, she's Student #13 in the online classroom I'm in.

She was very quiet, it was unsettling at first, but I've grown curious of her. My classmates would discuss of never trusting the silent ones, since they could 'kill', but I ignored their warnings, and thought how ridiculous they sounded. Silent people are often misunderstood.

At least, that's what I think.

Her name was Frisk Dreemurr. You could feel the shy but mysterious aura radiating from her, it made me intrigued to know more about her. She had short chestnut brown hair, it was in a slight mess, and her skin was white as milk. I mean seriously, she looked pale as white, but in a somewhat modest kind of way.

She's seen in her camera screen, which was located at the far right side of the 'class'. Sometimes, I felt sorry for her to be ignored by everyone, like if she never was our classmate. Whenever she excuses herself in a quiet voice to be dismissed, the teacher won't spare even a single glance at her, which I thought was rude. He wouldn't even address her whenever she raises her hand, it's truly distasteful.

While my classmates went about their businesses during break time by doing the stuff younger students goofed about, I secretly sent her a friend invite. I know, I know, it's a creepy online move coming from a guy like me, but hear me out. I cannot help but feel sorry for her, without anyone to turn to at all.

I could see her watching our classmates make a fool out of themselves, until the two of us heard a faint ping on her side. I assumed it was her notification ring, and you couldn't believe the surprised look planted on her face, her sunset golden eyes glimmering with curiosity as she shifted her attention towards me.

I tried hard not to get caught blushing a cyan hue at her response, especially after she accepted the invite. She looked at me excitedly, gratefully, expressions I have never seen her do before. I guess it was a right choice to warm up to her, so eventually I nervously smiled, and not long after, she did as well.

It was after dismissal that I figured I should talk to her on a video call.

It's a good thing she didn't have plans for the rest of the day, and neither did I. She was a little shy at first, obviously not used to talking with anyone more less than a guy who suddenly sends you a friend invite out of nowhere.

"Hi, I'm Sans." I grinned, though I thought it wasn't really necessary since I am smiling permanently. Curse of being a skeleton, I guess?

"I-I actually know that..." she muttered lowly, and I could've sweared I heard her voice echoing at the back of my head, literally. Or probably I was having a nervous breakdown now that I know how crazy I am to talk to my crush directly in a video call.

I just realized one thing; I am now listening to her voice which she never used the entire class time.

"I'm Frisk, in case you don't recognize me." she mumbled the last part a bit sadly.

"Yes, of course I recall you, all the time." he bluntly blurted, "I mean, I see you often in class, you're my classmate after all."

Her eyes widened in shock as I spoke of this, "You can see me?"

"Uh, yeah?" I wasn't sure what she meant by that, her amazed expression only making me more confused. She must've meant I have noticed her despite being constantly ignored by both teachers and classmates. What I didn't know was the fact that, that wasn't the case.

"Oh... That's pretty cool." she murmured quietly.

"I think you seem pretty cool to." I gave her a friendly grin, "I would want to ask you if we could be friends, but I think there's no need."

Frisk suddenly blushed from the roots of her... skin? I kinda found it cute, every small movement she creates are always seen adorable. I guess she was flustered to make new friends.

"Y-yeah." she looked up to smile at me, shyly tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, "I guess we're f-friends now."

It was cheesy, yeah, you could say that, but man, that was the most memorable moment in my life--I was one step closer to my crush, how cool is that?

Every free time, we talk about a lot of things, from 'how was your day's to 'oh you're still bald, that's a relief's, just being with her even if it's only through my digital screen was both a blast, and charming if I do say so myself. Things have been like this for the past several months, and with every moment we talked, she just grew ever so fascinating, she's an endless-page book I so eagerly want to discover.

You could say, at that time, we were ironically inseparable.

Which is why I never expected to regret the moment I laid my gaze on her.

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It was on a day before November.

I was busy writing a letter that afternoon. It was a letter of confession, and yes, you guys can squeal all you want, I figured it's finally time that I tell her my true feelings.

Before I could open up my video calling app, my father suddenly knocked on my door, saying, "Sans, I have a guest that you might be interested to meet."

A guest?, I thought. Who could it be?

Curiosity got the better of me, so I neatly placed the letter under my Trig book before going downstairs to meet our mysterious visitor. When I arrived before them, I was surprised, not because of the fact that I might've known them from else where, but because she looked very familiar. In fact, it's as if she was a carbon copy of Frisk, they look exactly alike!

I kept staring at her curiously as I sat down beside my dad. She seemed taller than my crush, with a more mature aura, and brighter-coloured hair. Her eyes shone a dangerous red despite her kind and warm smile.

"She's Ms. Chara Dreemurr." my dad introduced. Almost instantly, my jaw dropped.

"Dreemurr?? As in, Frisk Dreemurr?" I asked to be sure. She frowned as I mentioned that name, "H-how did you know her?"

I looked at dad, confused. Didn't he make me go downstairs to meet this lady since he thought I'd be interested to meet her? About Frisk, wasn't that the case? The look of the two, however, it says not.

"She's a friend of mine.." I tried not to fluster in front of them, "Is she with you?"

"Why must I bring her?" Chara chuckled, "I only came to visit the current owners of this house."

"That's why I called you, son. The Dreemurrs owned this place before we did." he sighed, folding his arms before leaning back to the couch.

"So she's not with you..." I muttered. What rotten luck.

"Yes, in fact... She can't." she mumbled the last part, but audible enough for us to hear, "She's been gone for the past two years."

"Wait, what do you mean she's gone??"

"I mean," she clarified, "She disappeared. After we moved out, we never got to see her again. We figured she ran off. She hated the idea of moving, and now, none of us knew where she went." she sadly spoke in a broken tone.

I was in utterless shock. How could Frisk leave her family unannounced like that?

Before any of them would decide on asking me about Frisk, I ran to my room, closing the door shut, all the while ignoring my dad's distant calls. I sighed, sitting in front of my computer screen. I decided to talk to her, opening up the video call app.

Almost instantly, her face on screen popped up, an excited grin plastered all over her face. As always, it was way breathtaking to see.

"Hi, Sans!" she greeted me sweetly. I was pretty confident myself I'd win her over too easily, to the fact that I was the only guy she seemed to smile at.

"Heyya, Frisk. How're ya doin?"

"Pretty cramped, but still going." she giggled mindlessly.

Welp, here goes nothing.

I tapped my fingers together as I told her, "Why did you ran away from home?" I frowned.

She was surprised, giving me an astounded look of confusion that wiped out the sunny aura she gives off. "What do you mean?"

"Your sister, Chara, came here to visit us. I came to know you guys own our house before?" I asked. She was in a sketchy mood, gulping in a nervous trance. "I-I don't know that." she murmured, which I found very obvious for a lie.

I nodded my skull a disappointed no, "That's not a good thing, Frisk. Your family is worried about you, you musn't run away from home."

"But it's been a year since I last saw them. I doubt they'd try to find me." she suddenly spoke up, but there was an unusual upbeat tone in her voice that I didn't like.

"I'm sure they're just as concerned, enough to search back to this house you called once as your home." I sighed.

She was smiling at me now. Was it something I said?

"I once liked some boy from our class very much." she suspiciously admitted, completely going off-topic. It scared me to the point that it's almost I could hear her. I know, I already told you guys, I'd hear at the back of my head, but this time, it's different, I was so sure. Her voice, I swear, I could hear it somewhere echoing in my back, it gave the room a drop of temperature in shivering ambience.

I always have the lights in my room turned off, and it didn't help at all.

Having no possible choice at the moment, I listened as she continued, a bit too sugar sweet as she talked, "This boy... I confessed to him before we were about to move out, and guess what he did?" she chimed in crazy anger, making me extremely uncomfortable, "He just laughed at me! All this time we hung out, and he rejected me, simple as that... I never left home, Sans."

"A-and what was that supposed to mean?"

She grinned, "The room you're in was my old room. You'll see a trap door thingy in the ceiling that leads to my attic compartment."

I searched around the room, trying to find what she meant. Boy, how I regretted to listen and obey her for this.

I found the metal hanger of the door, hanging in the ceiling. I began to reach and grab it, looking at Frisk on-screen, "This?"

"Yes, that. Open it, and you'll see what I mean."

Clueless and curious, I pulled down the handle, leaving the door wide open. Almost instantly, tons and tons of really heavy bundled weight suddenly fell on top of me, knocking me down to the floor. As I came to, I was left with a mysterious huge bundle on my legs. I groaned, mindlessly uncovering the top part.

At first, I couldn't quite make it out, all I see were tiny wriggling microscopic pasta sticking out of... S-sticking out of-

As soon as I could see a blank eye hole with bulged retina squeezed out of it, and the noticeable rotten smell, I quickly pushed the mound away from me as I slid back, screaming an earraping shriek at such a horrific sight.

Th-there before me, was Frisk, that I could make out clearly, or whatever's left of her. I was in a panic, screaming multiple times, I don't care, I'm seeing a maggot-infested corpse of a person I thought I knew so well, I even liked her.

"I didn't leave," she continued, much to my newfound dread, for I didn't want to listen any further, "in fact, I stayed up there since the moment my family gave up on finding me, and moving some place else, abandoning me. I was left to loathe and do nothing but stare at my laptop screen, replaying the same depressing scene in my mind over and over again.

I never moved, didn't bother to eat, drink, or sleep. I died alone, unknown, ashamed, and dejected, I thought I didn't stood a chance to live up for something anyway..." her voice trailed of to a stream of melancholy.

I was about to relax in sympathy, but tensed back once her head shot up to face me with twinkling eyes, "Until you came."

... I did not like the sound of that at all.

"Sans..." before she could say, probably a possible confession, I sprinted towards the door, as fast as I can. I heard the door knob clicked, and I knew I was locked inside, alone with whom he considered a total stranger. I would've wanted this. I would've wanted to hear the girl of my dreams finally confesses she likes me back, but I couldn't... I won't accept anything from a 'talking corpse'.

For a second, I wanted to regret thinking that way, but no--her head, literally from the carcass she left cracked as it twisted its neck to face him, with hollow eyes of gloom and brown mush. She was smiling ever so widely from ear to ear, ectoplasm could be seen dripping from her lips. It was at this point, I had forgotten who she was. I was disgusted to know that I met her.

"You should let me finish my story, Sans. Now how will this end, what's it gonna be, Sansy...?" she giggled in an echo, it sent a wave of nauseous chills down my back, knowing the same familiar voice once spoken to me from right behind.

She, the manged body, bolted towards me in lightning speed, crawling in a crippled and sinister way, and all I could do was back away. The moment her face was only inches away from me, I quickly held my scream of surprise.

"I read your letter, Sans. It made me so happy." her cold breath caressed against my ivory features, it smelled of rotten meat and eggs, I tried not to cry either at the stench, or my well-being under her grasp.

"You like me, bestie, don't you?"

I didn't try to deny, and most definitely, didn't want to find out if I do so. I just nodded with doubted vigor, accepting this cruel twist of fate. I knew I'd be in this room, forever bonded between thin ropes of death and life.

After all, I did wish we'd be more than friends, didn't I?

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A/n: There, that's Don't You.

I know, it ain't much of a scare (I suck at writing on a phone-I want my computer back), but at least, it's an update. :D On October. :D I hope you, pinksterz💕, enjoyed this naturally disorganized shot, and I'll see you in the next chapter, I guess.😁

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Description: Love Is Perfect

Level 3: Locked (4/5)

Frisk is a perfectionist office worker, who writes up a bucket list to describe her 'perfect' ideal guy. She chose Asriel, a doctor, but soon falls for an annoying yet cheerful substitute barista, Sans.

You think it's good enough plot? I wanna hear that sweet key song~