A/n: Now this... This is one of my favorites!

The oneshot was inspired by some movie I recalled watching back when I was still 4(?). I just so happened to remember it now!

I assure you that this would be, as always, a heartfelt story, so be prepared for dem damn feels trip!!

Key Masters:

L05Noah
UnderFrisk00
Saviorbook

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Who am I?

Lost in the need of identity, this little boy asked himself in such a way, one would consider as maturely questionable.

Was I only a person, they say?

A small innocent ivory-coated shell of a being, it seemed to be a tragic misery his life went through.

They ask me, "Are you lost?"

Straying away from his own parents, was enough. Losing them, and your family is far worse.

But losing your own self?

A disastrous nightmare of unbearable desperation.

We couldn't blame him, however. He was just a child, ignorant to whatever dangers might consume him in the outside world, for goodness sake!

But instead, she came, politely asking me with such grace. Such melodiously harmonic music.

"Who are you?"

But as he wandered further through the depths of the awaiting cruel journey this deceivingly violent world gave him, the pure shimmering golden rays of hope touched gently on his beating little white soul, its tender grasp a welcoming warmth.

I-I don't know. I have been here, for who knows how long.

"Mum? Can we keep him? Can we?"

"Sweetie, I'm sorry, but we can't just take home a random stranger in the streets. He's homeless, that's his life."

"But he's just a boy! And he's probably hungry and sad."

"Let's just go, honey."

"But, Mummy--"

"Now."

As she, a blinding silhouette of a seraph pouted in disatistfaction for her mother's decision, she could not do anything but obey, not before whispering sweetly to his nonexistent ear.

"I'll come back for you. I promise to help you." She beamed ever so radiantly, before prancing back to her mother's hand.

I will... wait for you.

And as he did, she did.

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"Eww, something smells." A girl gacked, scrunching, and at the same time, pinching her nose in mocking disgust. The boy did not bother, ignoring them just as he always did. But even so, he couldn't help but waver his deceiving everlasting grin, the words piercing through his already shattered soul of the forgotten.

"Rather than, someone smells!" Another chimed, her gaze eyeing a certain skeleton tactically.

"Who could it be?" The first one once again, exclaimed in a sing-song manner.

"Sans the Smellington!" Both of them cackled deviously. Upon hearing this, the other students in the hallway joined in the laughter, all aiming towards the trembling skeletal monster.

Ever since coming to school here, he'd always get the same feedback, earning such a horrid title, the reputation of being alone. Almost everyone in school knows he was an orphan in the streets. Yet he was thankful the orphanage let him anyways.

At first, the words he receives each and every day stung so much, he'd run back to the orphanage, crying to his pillow in disdain. He even begged for them to take him back to the streets, should've figured they'd say, "Yeah, that's all you're even good at, beggar." So no doubt, the orphanage didn't help much on his case at all to.

Eventually, he got used to all the malice, and hurtful words he kept receiving. He knew he'd gain nothing from stopping them anyway, so tried his best to forget about it, and focus on his studies, knowing that if he did, he could finally break free from these chains that held him down.

Away from the wicked.

Away from them.

Away from everything.

Like how he got away from his... He shrugged that thought off, marching his way towards the classroom. His pinprick spied on a girl seated at the corner, right in front of where his desk should be. He hasn't seen her before in class, so assuming she was new, he sighed, immediately sitting on his chair.

Another one. He thought disheartenedly, as he scooted a little at the back, in order to not disturb her, and most preferably, his peace. Any minute now, she would've complained about a smell or anything, like he expected for the other students to do.

He decided to try and finish reading his trig book, yet at the same time, glancing up to view her features up close.

She was staring out of the open window, the sun's warm rays illuminating the golden out line of her shoulder-length chestnut brown hair that flowed gracefully with gentle reaching grasp of the breezing cold wind. Her fairly pale-toned face was on sideways, holding up a soft and relaxed expression.

But what really caught his attention, was how her honey-glazed golden eyes showcased such radiant glow, resembling the welcoming rise of the peeking sun. Almost as if she was a seraph, that guided him unconsciously on his way. At the sight of it, his cheek bones instantly took on an unfamiliar blue hue, his eyes darting back on the book he kept his focus on.

"What are you reading?" A voice in front of him rang, melodical notes invisibly floating with every tone coming out of her soft pink lips. He can see her up close now, her whole figure facing him, still on her seat though. She stared at him and the book he held curiously. Somehow, her nature of curiosity enlightened him to recall a past fragment of his tainted innocent memories.

"Who are you?"

"I was, uh, studying." He murmured, his cheeks blue in embarassment. He hope she'd not see it, and just go away. She did, however, notice the change of colour, but does not question him about it, deciding it would be best to ignore such a small thing. Instead, she scooted closer, much to the skeleton's surprise.

"What are you studying?" She asked once more, this time in a worried tone, "Are we suppose to take a test for Trigometry or something?"

"No." He sighed, with her breathing out an exhale of relief.

"Then why are you--"

"'Cause I want to? Is that bad?" His words coming out rather harshly. Gosh, can't this girl leave me alone already? He thought, clearly growing tired and annoyed at the disruption of his supposed tranquility, "Now would you mind?" He spat coldly.

"Mind? Mind what?" She asked, confused.

"Mind going back to your seat?"

"My seat? But this is my seat, or is it not?" Her words coming out like test papers, printing out in a fast pace, as she placed her hand under her chin in deep thought, her eyes shimmering with wonderment.

Exactly how many questions is this gal gonna fill him in?!

"You know what? Just forget it." He grumbled, finally giving up by gazing back at the pages, slumping as he did so.

"Oh, I'm sorry." She muttered lowly, catching him off guard. Oh great, now he made her feel bad.

"Look, it ain't your fa--"

This time, it was her turn to cut in, "Yes it is. I'm annoying, aren't I? People get that all the time, though they won't show it, I could easily read right through them. I wonder why though?" She couldn't help but let another question slip out.

'Cause yer pretty? He gasped in his thoughts, his cheek bones back in a cyan hue. How could you've just thought of that?!

"Why's your skull blue?" She, sigh, again asked, but this time, managing to only heighten up his flushed ivory visage to a much darker shade.

"I, uh, I..." but before he could finish mustering up a reasonable excuse for an answer, three oh so familiar boys to him, approached the two.

One of them started to speak up, "Well, well, well... if it isn't Beggar Smellington. Nice to see you around as always," he paused, his red ruby orbs glancing at the confused brunette beside him in awe, "And I see you have a pretty lady by your side this time. Too bad, it'll be all over as soon as she smells your stink, smiley trashbag."

"How could you say that?!" For once, her question came up as defense, her honey-glazed golden eyes flashing in a glint of wrathed anger.

"'Think you're new here, doll. But this piece of shit, does smell like shit." He grinned evilly, spitting on Sans' already worn-out shoes (For the first time, have I ever felt pity for this skeleton :'().

"Is he now?" She hissed, forcefully grabbing the skeleton's arm, causing him to stand up. Before he could process whatever happens next, the girl leaned in, sniffing the crook of his neck, her breaths touching it softly, sending shivers down his spine, and making him blush at the close proximity once more.

She straightened herself up, as if determining whether what they said was true or not.

"He actually smells nice." She announced, glaring icily at the supposed bullies, her stare affecting them in a paralyzed way.

I-I, smelled nice? He thought bashfully, sending him to a trance of fifty shades of blue. His gaze returned to Frisk, his crystal white irises glinting of hope, gratefulness, and admirability. It seems she isn't done with their argument yet.

"So don't you dare lay a finger on him, or even say something that awful without knowing it at first! Get lost!" She yelled, which they obeyed much obliged. She turned to look back at the now dazed Sans, her enraged features softening in worry.

"Are you alright?" She asked, her voice enlaced with nothing but concern and honey. Her gaze fell on his wet shoes, making her frown in disappoval.

"Those guys..." she tsked, "They should pay for what they've done," she paused, examining her words before continuing, "but they do need to learn." She sighed, grabbing a sheet of tissue from her purple bag, kneeling in front of him right after.

This alarmed the skeleton, "N-no! I'll do it." He frowned, not wanting her to do so much for him, while he did nothing in return for her other than yelling at her. Besides, this was getting too embarassing for him, and he didn't know if he could have the guts to hide his blue face anymore. If he has one that is.

"No, I insist." She muttered sweetly with a cheerful grin, wiping his shoes dry, before standing up, "There. Good as... new?" She said, recalling his old shoes.

"Thanks, but you really shouldn't have." He nervously laughed, rubbing the back of his neck, then extended his hand out for her to shake, "The name's Sans. Sans the Skeleton."

"I'm Frisk!" She happily introduced, vigorously accepting the handshake, only to let out an uncontrollable giggle as soon as she listened to an uncouth sound of farting slipping out of their hands upon contact.

"Seriously? A whoopee cushion?" She laughed.

"What can I say? It's the best fart of our introduction after all." He winked, sending her to a laughing fit.

"Oh my gosh, Sans! That's horrible!" She cried, wiping off a tear that trickled down her cheek.

"I gas so to." He smirked, causing for the both of them to chuckle. Afterwards, the skeleton gave Frisk an apologetic look.

"About earlier, I'm sorry I yelled at ya. I wasn't really used to much, um, attention or anythin'."

"It's fine. I should be the one apologizing for being too nosy." She smiled shyly, looking down at her own shoe-covered feet.

"Nah. Since ya just practically saved my life there, 'guess I could say, it's okay to ask... just not too much." He smiled at her reassuringly.

She bit her lip hard, seeming to try and stop another question from coming out, before giving up to defeat, blurting, "Do you like ketchup?"

"Eh, yes?" He chuckled in retort, "How did ya know?"

"I smelled it all over you. I like ketchup to, but why do others say you stink?" She frowned sympathetically, "Ketchup doesn't stink."

"Yeah, it doesn't."

"Then why would they?" She bit her lip once more, punishing herself for asking yet another question. He quickly took note of that, waving his hands, "It's cool to ask. I'm an orphan."

"But he's just a boy! And he's probably hungry and sad."

"Oh, you don't need to continue if that's too much to ask." She told him in an understanding way, but he knew he'd have to release all this burden somehow. And if anyone's trustworthy enough to keep it, it would be Frisk; his one and only friend.

He smiled, gazing at his newfound friend.

"I wasn't only an orphan." He continued, much to the brunette's dismay, "In fact, I was also a beggar before I came to the orphanage. I wringled around the streets, but it's still nice of the orphanage to pick me up and whisk me away." He shrugged sarcastically, grimacing at how he regretted believing that the said place was a better place for him.

"Oh. I'm sorry you'd have to go through all that." She sighed, patting his back in comfort.

"I'll come back for you. I promise to help you."

"It's not that of a big deal at all. It was all my stupid choice, of being too..." he stopped mid-sentence, his eyes focused back on Frisk, who awaited for him to continue whatever he held back.

"What? You were being too?"

"Too... curious." He gasped, looking down on his smooth ivory phalanges. Now he feels bad. Why hasn't he seen it before?

He yelled at her, unknowing that he himself was in the same situation as hers. Though he knew she had parents, unlike him, she was only trying to be nice, and friendly. Just like...

No way. He thought out of disbelief, bolting his skull back to observe her once more, his stare adding more thirst to her pushing more unpredictable questions. He knew that look before.

He knew this appearance.

He knew this aura.

He knew this personality.

He knew this feeling...

He knew her.

Tears of unexplainable joy streamed fast-flowing down his smooth visage of ivory, remembering the same eyes that saved him of surrender, the eyes that glimmered to spell out 'hope' into his lost existence, the eyes that shimmered golden to ensure the sanity of his well-being.

Without second thought, he swiftly pulled her to an incoming embrace, displaying an affectionate reunion. This obviously astonished her, sending a wave of roses to bloom uncontrollably on her complexion. Before she could ask of his behavior, he beat her into it by saying;

"I've been waiting for you."

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A/n: Cliffhanger!😏 So everyone, this isn't really THAT heartfelt YET, since this is only the beginning, nothing biggie, just showing how Frisk and Sans met in the first place. Just like the P...HH! series, this'll have a part two, where I think I'd get to the conflict, I don't know.

To tell you all the truth, Frisk wasn't supposed to be SUPER NOSY, like Pandora, but I didn't have anything else to say, so I thought, maybe a little twist may help?

I mean, just look at this oneshot! It lacked creativity and is once again, disorganized. I'm mad at what's keeping me from writing properly. Yet, now I know the cause of this.

I think it's because I was waay too pooped out from writing the previous oneshot; P...HH!3 yipes. I just--it's the longest chapter of Why Not?! Of course I'd get tired, and drained out of creativity and depth juice, considering I put my heart to finish it.

Anyways, enough with the drama! Everyone's always sad, and it's time to spice things up a bit... or not *insert my infamously screeching evil laugh*

I want you to say Why Not? and...

Pinksterz💕... Choose. Your. Chapter!

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Strayed away from his family in a young age, the skeleton struggled to survive in finding his home, and his identity... with the help of a young human girl.

Hmm... Wonder what's the next chapter? The next oneshot will be determined once you pick and say...