A/n: The title is quite dumb, but for clarifications, it talks about Frisk as a wallflower. What? You don't know what a wallflower means? A wallflower is what we all know by the term 'Introvert' which meant; because of shyness and unpopularity, he/she sits out of any public gathering or anything about socializing at all.

The following oneshot is actually inspired based on real-life experiences. Which meant, this really happened to me!!! So if you have any questions if that part really did happened, feel free to ask! (This chapter is actually the most embarrassing day for me, hehe.)

This'll be short, sorry, but I hope you enjoy!

This is my second compensation oneshot.

On to the oneshot, pinksterz!💕

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Frisk struggled to keep a cardboard box, a tote bag, a backpack, and a suitcase from falling over her arms. Juggling to keep the said items in balance, she continued walking down the busy corridors of their school.

All around her, people were also balancing stuff on them, but unlike her, they have company beside them, helping as they can. She sighed. It's not like anyone's gonna help her at anything anyways. It's not their fault, actually. It was her decision to remain out of existence.

She was a wallflower.

She didn't mind people considering her as forgotten, but she couldn't help but wish she wasn't alone. And them asking if she was new to their school (Though she went there since kindergarten) really got to her nerves at times. She was way too good at keeping a low profile.

She glanced at some girls passing by, all dressed up in their chosen career's costume. Today is Career Day, and everyone is tasked to wear their costumes and prepare to show them off elaborately at the catwalk of their Career Fashion Show.

If she could, she would sit this one out like she always did, but she has had enough of being unknown. So decided a little change, by participating as a sales lady. She doesn't know why she picked that outfit, but it's all she's got anyways.

Though she decided on this to be presented to the world, or the school at least, there's still this side of her where she wanted to back out and just be the same she was. It was fine, but she didn't want to die alone! But other than that, she had this stupid reason.

Sans. That skeleton she had a crush on ever since freshman year. But of course, she doubts he even knows who she is.

She heard he'll be taking part of the said Fashion Show as a singing sensation. Sansation. She giggled mindlessly at the pun she made. Sans would've loved that, knowing he had this adorable punny nature she liked about him. Others don't, but there's more stuff to like about the skeleton than just being punny and carefree.

And there's even more admirers who couldn't wait to get their hands on the skeleton in subject.

He was one of the most popular boys in school, yet he didn't like the attention. Just like Frisk, he wants nothing more but to be alone with the silence.

Him joining the program was really a wonder. For all she knew, he's that type of guy who doesn't care much about any social activities, so why now? This made her so curious, she even took part of it just to know.

Someone even suggested she'd sing for intermission, much to her surprise since nobody really seemed to know she could. Maybe it was just some classmate of hers who wanted to make fun of her, but today, she'd prove them wrong. To be honest, she really had this knack when it comes to singing, so to her, it would all be easy-peasy... if her stage fright doesn't attack of course.

Then again, the teacher thought it was a good idea, and so, added my performance to the list of programs.

Curiosity killed the cat. Just purrfect.

She headed to the staircase with difficulty due to the things she carried, in order to go down to the ladies' restroom to change into her sales lady outfit, but as soon as her right foot reached for the second step down, her ankle twisted, making her slip and slide all the way down to halfway of the damned staircase (I hate staircases ever since. They're always up to something. XD).

She didn't move an inch from her position, nor did she bother the things she carried roll down to make a mess, as people come up or down just stared at her with weird looks, not bothering to help her out in anyway. She sat still, eyes widened in shock, her expression bewildered, trying to figure what was happening. She wanted to cry, but she didn't. She was in a daze.

Deep in thought, she wondered; was the thing she was doing even worth it? Was everything even worth trying for even when it was impossible with her 'low-profile' state?

A few minutes has passed, and still no one to save her from her misery. That was, until someone handed her the stuff she dropped as she fell. Her golden gaze slightly glanced up, just enough for her to see the bony hands that gripped tightly around her things.

"Ya okay? Need any help, kid?" his smooth deep voice came out familiarly to the girl.

Yes, I so badly do! Were the words she begged to say, but couldn't. Thanks to her 'shy' nature, she couldn't bring herself to say it. So instead, did not reply.

She stood up, immediately grabbed her things from him, and dashed downstairs, zooming straight to the ladies' restroom.

She didn't care if she hurt his feelings, if anyone would ever. She was just glad she was out of the way in peace, continuing to dress up as soon as she arrived.

Little did she know, he was definitely a bit hurt by her reaction, gazing at her in an astounded way.

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She stood there in line, along with the other students behind the purple curtain that separated the back stage from the catwalk.

She was nervous, as for this was her first time doing such a risk.

She was wearing a white buttoned-up long-sleeved blouse, and a black pencil skirt. An orange bandana was tied up around her collar, with an identification card hung around her neck. The thing she was also bothered about, was the pair of black high heels she wore for the first time in her life.

She looked around, her honey-glazed golden eyes spotting a certain skeleton, who wore his musician getup; his usual white tee underneath a black leather jacket, a pair of black skinny jeans, and a pair of black combat boots. Even with simple outfit, he still looked dashingly irresistable, suiting him well.

"Here, we have Frisk Mercy in her sales lady getup." The MC announced, calling her attention at the catwalk. It was her turn. This is it.

She took a deep breath, before confidently strutting forward, much to the audience awe of admiration at the girl.

Everything seemed fine, the people finding her as someone they'd probably knew. She could feel her reputation rising up with every stride she takes, and her pretty smile shining brightly with more assurance to herself.

For the first time, she felt happy.

She was filled with pride.

She was filled with Determination.

After several poses, she stopped at the center for introduction, grabbing the mic dramatically to add a much dramatic flair. She beamed, holding it out, remembering the lines she memorized for her role of being a sales lady.

"Good day to you, ma'am and sir! I am Frisk Mercy, your sales lady at your service. Do you need any help? I could give you some tips. With all the knick and knacks, you could find in this store..." she paused, realizing the scene she was in. Her stupid modesty kicked in, which made her words into a stutter. As she was doing so, she gazed at the people around her, who from the start admired her, but now replaced with judging whispers. Her glance landed on a certain skeleton, who was smiling at her all the time at the beginning, his expression changed to that of concern.

Her mind went blank.

She was in a daze once more.

She's going through mental block.

The stage fright now piercing through her.

After stammering out her lines in great speed, she forced out a shaky smile, strutting hurriedly backstage. She ran towards the corner, tears threatening to fall down her fairly pale cheeks. She cried out of embarrassment. Through her sobs, she did not notice the skeleton standing in front of her as a blockage, but to what?

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From backstage, his worried gaze followed the human girl, who ran, crying in a corner.

He hated to see her in that state, so filled with concern and pity, he walked up to her, halting to a stop just a foot in front of her. He didn't bother alerting her, towering over her, serving as to block her from anyone's view. He didn't want people stare at her with judging eyes, so he just stood there like if it was normal, when he was actually hiding the girl.

To be honest, Sans actually had feelings for the girl since he first sets his eyes on her. Whenever she was around, he gets this tingling feeling tugging in his soul that he could not seem to control.

Seeing her as an introvert, he didn't try to talk to her, or gave any signs, not wanting to disturb her silent privacy or make her feel uncomfortable. However, he does sneak out a stare at her during classes. She was seated at the back by the window, which was perfect since not only could she trail her mind off out the window, but for the sun's rays to compliment her glistening honey-glazed golden irises, and her shoulder-length chestnut brown locks.

Her looks was not the only thing that caught his interest, no. He likes the way she was very graceful, her adorable modest nature, her kindheartedness, the list would go on and on, it wouldn't stop. With every glance he places on her, he knew she was different from the other wallflowers. She was the cherry on the top. The one who is above.

The rose of the walls.

Noticing his turn coming up, he was hesitant to leave the girl at first, but shrugged, promising to come back as soon as he's finished.

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Even at the corner, the presence she felt in front of her seemed to walk away. The name of her crush coming up from the list jolted her to look at the catwalk, to see him strutting confidently, his everlasting smile enchanting every single person, including her. Everyone was in awe of him, and his expression seemed satisfied at their reaction, as he introduced his career role proudly.

After strutting backstage with the biggest smile he could muster, he went back to greet with his friends, giving them a high-five and brofists here and there. She sighed.

How she wished to be as confident as him.

Her intermission came up oh so suddenly, it gave chills down her spine. Wiping off her tears, she decided this to be her second chance. A chance to redeem herself from embarrassment.

Mustering up a smile, she walked towards the front stage, the mc handing her the mic once more. By this point, everyone knows her to be the girl who stuttered her words, but this time, she was determined to erase those thoughts from their heads through singing.

She doesn't know, but she feels very calm when it comes to singing, so started to play a melody, her soothing gentle voice echoing around the room. Everyone was mesmerized by her voice, and she was glad to notice that. Confidence once again, seeped through her.

"When the sharpest words wanna cut me down,
I'm gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out,
I am brave, I am bruised, I am who I meant to be,
This is me.

Look out 'cause here I come,
And I'm marching on to the beat I drum,
I'm not scared to be seen, I make no apologies,
This is me."

The audience seemed to be in awe once more, enjoying themselves as they swayed their arms up to the music. Everything came out smoothly, she could even feel Sans smiling at her in pure amazement.

That was, until... (I hate this part so badly!)

"And I know that I deserve your love,
There's nothing I'm not wo-thy o-f!"

The damned high note. When it comes to high notes, she was a real maestro, her family could see that, she was known for that. It takes practice and a bit of luck to pull that off. But luck doesn't seem to be at her side this day, judging by the recent incidents, and so, her voice went off silent on the high noted parts, air escaping to gasp into her lungs.

The following high notes went off like that, with her losing of breath. The judging whispers strikes again, and as soon as she finished, she ran back to the same corner she hid in, and continued to tremble, tearing away.

A shadow towered over her, and this time, she could see who was hiding her all this time.

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The Career Fashion Show went on, the audience practically loving every performance. One of the perks of being a wallflower, was that you'll be easily forgotten, and that really did happen to her. She was nothing but a glance-on fragment in their memories.

Sans was basically the star of the program, earning awes and cheers from the audience, especially after his singing intermission, they were loving every single performance he pulled off.

"Frisk!" her teacher called out, snapping her back to reality, her head whipped to look at her classmates, all arranged in specific positions for the picture-taking of the whole class, "Come join us."

Of course, like she always did, she nodded no, "I don't want to." She quietly said, especially when she had humiliated herself enough.

The teacher kept urging her to join them, but she refused, causing for her them to give up pushing her. They all turned towards Sans, whose back turned against the brunette, a foot away from her.

"Sans, let's take a picture! Join us." They all cried.

He chuckled, nodding his skull no.

"I don't want to either." He paused, muttering something under his breath, that only Frisk could hear quite clearly, making her smile and fluster at the same time.

"Not if she won't come."

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A/n: Ahhh!!! This is embawassing!? (>\\\<) Anyways, please don't judge meh! I'm such a crybaby, but then, I hope ya all enjoyed.

Ain't my life like a Wattpad story, am I right?

Edited: I dedicate this oneshot to my best friends, alexxxxxx17 and Nervy225, for being there to comfort me at such a difficult time.

Remember this, alex? Nervy? You know, the Fashion Show? Where I completely humiliated myself beyond repair?

Thank you for being there for me, guyz.💕 You're the best!