A/n: I'm back!💕

So yeah, my vacation's over, school just started, and we're back in business, babies! Recently, I was thinking of publishing Please... Heal Her! 3 as an epic debut for mweh, but... I see you guys have not unlock that one yet, so I'll have to store it for now, sorry.

Thinking what I should disclose as a comeback, I was currently stuck in a Riverdale vibe, soo... Sans will be Juggy, our wittle badboy Forsythe, and Frisk would be goodie-goodie Betty. (I ship this two so much, so fight meh!)

And NO! This is not Echotale!!! No way am I writing G in any of my stories (except for Stained Glass). Imma flip outta here, just pleazeeee don't!

Instead, I introduce to you... Underfell.

In my honest opinion, (no offense to Underfell fans!✌) probably the most boring AU to write Frans in... *whispers* ever. Yikes.

I mean, I like Underfell, I tried searching up fanfics about it too, buut... almost all of them (again, no offense to Underfell fans and authors!✌) did not reach my likings; it always involved fricking Chans in them (hey, should I count how many times I'd say no offense in this chapter?! Ok, seriously, NO OFFENSE!), Sans breaks up with Chara because of her death, yadda yadda yadda, Frisk as a second choice blahblahblah... And if not, it always warned me of lemons! And what are lemons? What does that supposed to mean?

I mean, back then, my first guess about lemons are about puns, 'cause whenever I see a lemon book, it always get displayed beside a pun book, so I assume it's a pun chapter?? I don't know, never bothered to check 'cause the warnings they give always creeps me out.

But anyways, hope you know what a lemon is so someone could tell me what it is.

But hey?! We're off topic!

Underfell, you're up! This is a short chapter, that's why it's unlocked. 😊

Underfell

Underfell is an AU, much like Undertale, only altered in a much crueler side of things.

If Underswap switches characters, the personality of each characters in Underfell are changed to the complete negative opposite, however, some aspects may not be altered, for instance, Papyrus may not be as a cinnamon roll like before, but he still stick to making spaghetti, and that Sans may be rude, drinks mustard instead of ketchup and all, but still stood with the puns at hand.

Also, umm... yeah, Riverdale reminded me of Underfell, but the oneshot won't be based there, A LOT, sorry. Instead, the story was inspired from one of my favorite Frans fanfic book; Front Stroke by LolliJade, so if you guyz haven't check that out--CHECK, IT, AWT!!! 'Cause to me, not just Front Stroke, but all of Loli's stories are ah-mazing, and they were one of the many authors who inspired me to write a oneshot book. Thanku, Lolli!💕

Front Stroke, except it's Fell-versh and nega... GO!

⚠Warning: May contain topics of self-uselessness, that I like to call it that way XD. If you are uncomfortable of such a drastic topic, consult a Gaster--I mean, consult a doctor--I MEAN, (What the frick is goin on with meh??) you've been warned! Also, mild language, I mean, it's fricking Underfell of course!

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Cornered once more.

To the hearts of anyone willing to try her situation, let them be filled with regret, guilt... fear, for there wasn't a visibly secured passage to either side of the man who entrapped her. Her expression, however, was not that of what we expected to see.

She wasn't at all bothered. She wasn't daunted, nor was she glad by what was happening.

She seemed to be... unmoved.

Devoided of any known emotions, though this skeleton approached her.

To her, she was in between two fates; either she be helplessly harmed by him, or the still, translucently tranquil seemingly bluish, chlorine-drenched liquid, that flowed in a constant back-and-forth, due to the encased rectangular olympic-sized walls of this enclosure. This was the school's indoor swimming pool.

But as we witness the scene they're in, you could tell, she'd more likely end up in the latter side of things by how she slowly backed away towards the said pool with every skid and step his black, red, and yellow-coloured sneakers would take.

"what's wrong, sweets? afraid?" he smirked, only to receive a cold stare from the girl, which succeeded in pissing him off more, making him flash her a stony grin, the single golden tooth flickering intimidatingly. He wasn't used to this new side of her.

Back then, from the first time he gave her all the torture a bully would think she'd deserve, she'd cower in unspeakable fear, her eyes would shoot open, revealing two golden irises that seemed to lose its color at the sight of him.

Right now, however, it wasn't like that. She was emotionless, though shakened in the inside, she did not show any signs of fright. As if she gave up in playing his little game.

"i see." he growled, taking a step forward, "this is why no one would love ya."

With every word of venom he spat, he'd take a step, she'd step back.

"ya know, why? 'cause ya're pathetic."

Step.

"ya're weak."

Her heels dangerously reaching the edge of the pool, but nothing seemed to scare her.

"and most importantly..." he leaned in to whisper, well, more like yell, hoping it'd blow her eardrums, "ya're human!" And after that, he pushed her, sending her falling, splashing to the cold water below.

And yet, she did not seem to care.

She was still sinking down deeper, never gave any effort to save herself, his words echoing in her blank mind in a dark trance she could not understand. She was lost in her own depth of thoughts.

"ya're pathetic."

"ya're weak."

"human..."

He's right. She's useless. She's all that he expected her to be. What could be the use of even trying to grasp a small glint of light, when she did not deserve to frolic around with the others anyways?

To her, she had no purpose. An excuse of a being. A mistakable existence.

A helpless person of no value, than to be displayed as an ornament of reality itself, that's what she is.

And what more better to dispose such unfitting decor than to drench it with tranquil liquid form of unclear hate?

As she was about to fall adrift, seeing dark and light at the same time, strong arms gripped her tight, its owner effortly swimming up, saving her from an undestined ending. Reaching the surface of the pool, her vision still hazed of faded blurry images, preventing her to realize her savior.

She felt herself pulled out of the water, her body now on smooth tiled-floors, coughing out water, both in a grateful and disappointed manner.

Once she came to, however, she did not expect to wake up to reality, face to face with her bully, in a much unexpected way.

There he was, in front of her, his phalanges shakily, but tightly gripping either side of her, his ivory skull beholding a shakened grin, and pitch black hollow eye sockets of pained worry. And as soon as his gaze landed on her recently conscious state, she couldn't tell what expression he now held, and to her surprise, pulled her in to a concerned embrace.

Though already drenched from the pool, she could even feel a stream dripping from behind her. Was he crying?

"oh frick, frisk! ya're okay!" He exclaimed in a cracked tone, his body trembling as he wept furiously, "i-i thought i lost ya."

Lose me? What's going on? Does he has bipolar or something?

"i was so scared!" He yelled, pulling away from the hug, "i'm scared. please don't make me worried like that." He whimpered, and seeing him like this, pained her soul, feeling an unfamiliar pang and flutter.

"i-i'm sorry i pushed ya." He shook, "i didn't know what's gotten into me, i'm sorry."

This... this moment.

It reminded her of herself. How she felt so scared. Frightened for her life, for losing such a precious treasure.

Precious treasure.

For the first time, she even considered herself as one. With someone worrying for her, this guy, Sans. It made her feel wanted. Useful. It gave her purpose.

And seeing him, a bully, cry that hard, called out for her to notice that she wasn't the only one. That he felt the same way she described herself. That he considered himself the same way.

Somehow, that very fact eased her heart, and sadly, made her feel selfish.

"i'm sorry i hurt ya. i didn't mean to." He admitted brokenly, "i-i just wanted to turn ya to something brave. i want ya to realize how strong ya can be. ya keep acting so fragile... i hated it! i don't want ya to be weak, frisk. i want ya to be brave, to be determined! because that's what ya're supposed to," not seeming to finish, he halted to stare at her eyes.

This was the first time he saw those orbs glistened in such sweet radiance, a gaze ever so loving and soft. It displayed of pure light, the sun illuminating the the outlines of its golden glow, resembling the sweet syrupy substance of honey. It was such a beautiful sight, that it seemed to showcase a grateful smile, whereas she did, her soft pink lips curving up to a beam, to the point that he couldn't help but be enchanted, and release an unfamiliar red hue on his cheekbones under her intense gaze.

He immediately moved his ruby red pinpricks to a corner in which he couldn't see her, embarassed.

"w-why are ya lookin' at me like that?" He stuttered, suddenly feeling like a dorky nerd for doing so.

She giggled lightly, thinking of how cute he acted, much to the skeleton's confusion. I mean, she almost drown!

"Thank you." Her voice finally came out, which bewildered him greatly at how she broke her silence, producing a sound soft as silk.

"for wha--i mean, no! ya shouldn't thank me!" He sneered, "i hurt ya, i said things at ya, i pushed ya, ya almost died because of me! how could ya even thank a person like me?!"

"It's all fine. I forgive you, I--"

"the frick is wrong with ya?!"

"Nothing's wrong."

"no, ya don't understand! i'm a bad person. ya don't deserve to be harmed by some shitty atch-holed dricked up fricktard like me--"

But before he could finish his rant, he felt two small arms wrapped gently at him, her face against his wet black, white-fluffed outlined jacket. An embrace, it seemed, successfully astonishing him.

"w-what are ya..." he stammered, the red colour returning to its place. Now he's completely embarassed.

"I said 'thank you'. You're welcome." She sighed playfully, trying to be brave like what he wants her to be, just this once, though tried desperately to hide her own red roses that threatened to bloom on her fairly pale soft complexion.

"but, uh--ya said, and i was... thank ya?" He said, confused.

"Yes, thank you. You taught me how to be brave all this time, bonehead. And now I'm teaching you how to show some gratitude." She giggled, which only made him more ashamed, only for him to slyly smirk mischievously at a thought.

"yeah, nice try, sweetheart, but..." he said, looking down at her, "i have another way of showing my undying gratitude."

As she was about to process what he meant by that, he swiftly bonked his own teeth at her, quickly turning away right after.

Looking away, he smiled, "thanks."

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A/n: Weird... I know, I mean (*adding the phrase 'I mean' to my list of flip words) it's Underfell! Of course it's weird for me. 😑

I felt it being a bit too rushed, and disorganized, I know, and I'm sorry! And as you can see, I took a break from writing, gack, ki**, gack, -ing scenes, I would like to also apologize for that. I mean (gah!!), I was never even comfortable writing it, I don't even know why I wrote that!

So anyways, that's Thank You! I named it like that, 'cause I wanted to say... Thank you for 1.2k reads and 118 votes!💕 You guys are extraordinary!💕

Next chapter, you're asking? I'm afraid, it's still waiting for the third Key Master for it, so better find someone willing to give up a key!

You: No special 1k special content?!

Actually, there is, but I'll be waiting for my Minecraft book; 'Pink' to reach 1k too, so I could officially announce, all my stories reached 1k and 100 votes!

Anyways, til' the next chapter, pinksterz!💕

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Description: Please... Heal Her! III

Level 2: Unlocked

Though blessed with fame and fortune, the great Dr. Sans never cared less or more for anyone. But after meeting his very special patient, Frisk, who had only a year to live, will he have time to show how much he cared?

PS: I just realized: Since when did you guyz suddenly read my Author's Notes?? I keep receiving comments regarding whatever I said in the notes, and I was like, why bother?

Then again, the descriptions are at the Author's Notes, and I think you red them because you don't understand the whole point here?

If I receive another comment, replying what I stated here in the notes, then it means, you want to find out something.

XD Ok, what is it?