A/n: YAARGH!

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On to the story...

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“Attention, passengers. This is your captain speaking. We would like to request for all to please stay calm, and wear your seatbelts. There is absolutely no need to wo---” the message was unfortunately followed by the sound of static before… CRASH!

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Sans had a pretty rough day today. He recently got fired from Grillby’s, but even though, he still kept smiling all day, trying to hide the fact of being depressed over some stupid work he got kicked out from just because he was taking a little nap.

Okay, maybe not too little, but still!

He sighed, continuing to walk, passing through the snowy pathway through the forest of Snowdin. Everything was quite peaceful, until the smell of smoke was noticed. It was coming from deep through the woods, so he decided to follow what seems to be a trail of smoke. It led him to an undiscovered plane crash site.

He easily made out what it was; a fancy private jet. He knew about it from seeing pictures of it in thin books that came from the surface above. A magazine, or so the humans call it.

Swanky. The jet was clearly expensive from the looks of it, though most of its features are all covered up with much damage from crashing. Must be from up. He wasn’t surprise, however, for the fact of crash sites visible in the forests was considered a usual.

Stupid humans making machines that could eventually kill them. He chuckled at how stupid humans are before carefully going near the plane.

Inside are piles of bodies. Corpses. Everyone’s dead, no surprise there. The first time he came to see a plane crash, all monsters were very excited to know that a lot of human souls may be captured that day to help them break free from the Underground. Unfortunately, they lost interest.

Though human souls could be obtained from death, the strength and heat of the impact was far too strong, it completely destroyed every soul each aircraft held. And thus, monsters lost hope. So far, they only need one more soul in order to be free.

Only Sans could be seen prowling around the damaged aircrafts, scavenging for any interesting human made stuff. That’s where he got those magazines. His interest in airplanes soared, fascinated by the fact that it was used by humans to fly, travelling to many different parts of the world. He too, wished to travel around, like an airplane, but nay, that’s impossible.

After gathering new magazines, biscuits, and even ketchup packets, he turned to leave, only to hear a low groan beneath the plane. His left eye flared to life in a blue blaze, becoming alert from this newfound risk.

Something, or maybe, someone is struggling from one of the passenger seats, all facing away from him. Since the plane was in a toppled over position, the seats were located above the ‘ceiling’. Walking with caution, he summoned levitating blue aura-covered bones behind him, just in case. As soon as he arrived to the seat in an alert stance, he was surprised to see such a sight.

A human. A living, breathing, totally alive human, though being bruised with scars and wounds of course. It shocked him to see it alive, knowing no human could survive such a dreadful crash.

Lowering down his guard, he took note of its features. It was slightly unconscious, and is breathing pretty heavily. It got chestnut brown hair (Yes, I got over with chocolate, sorry if you’re offended.), tied up to a now messy bun, and from the looks of its ripped, yet formally elegant white blouse underneath a navy blue blazer and a pair of navy blue square pants, the human was what he guessed as a female.

Her fair-toned face that wore an aggrieved scowl showed great pain, and as if in an uncomfortable state, despite being unconscious. His eyes searched for any cause of pain, until it landed on her seatbelt. Since she was hanging up, it must’ve felt painful to have the belt locked, with her weight pressed down.

He fiddled with the seatbelt with his little knowledge on human transportation, before succeeding in unlocking it open, causing it to let out a soft ‘SNAP’. The seatbelt gave way, and soon, the injured human fell on the unsuspecting skeleton.

Fortunately, she didn’t wake up, so he carefully sets her frame up, only for her to slip and her head ended up landing on his lap. He blushed at the ‘accident’, before moving away strands of hair from her face to reveal her delicate, and peacefully sleeping visage. However, this only made his cheek bones’ blue hue turn to a darker shade.

Should I leave her here? Seeing that the only value she may give is if she’ll die, her soul comes out, then it’s freedom time. But…

His gaze fell back to the sleeping figure. Instantly, he felt pity for her, to the fact she did not do anything wrong. He sighed, not knowing what to do next. Maybe I’ll have to figure out tomorrow. And with that settled, he lifted her up, carrying her ‘bridal-style’ before teleporting back home.

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“Ow…” she whimpered lowly, rubbing the back side of her head. She just woke up, and sat on the bed. Wait… A bed?

She quickly scanned around her, finding herself in a pretty much messy room (It’s not pretty messy. It’s a total dump site if you ask Sans experts!). Piles of clothes and socks are scattered all over the room, and a small tornado was seen just at the corner… Huh?

Where am I?

She gave out a look of disgust on the environment she’s in. Whoever lived here, must’ve died (Or maybe whoever lives with whoever lives in the house. *All looks at Papyrus*).

What happened? She groaned, feeling a slight pain in her head. Then it hit her like how the plane she remembered crashing hits solid ground. The plane crash. Am I dead? Is this hell? (No. Soon you’ll realize, it’s heaven.)

She jerked back up, surprised to see someone enter the room. But the sight of whoever it was made her eyes widened even more. There in the door way, stood a skeleton. A living, probably breathing skeleton. He wore a white tee underneath his blue hoodie, a pair of black basketball shorts, and a pair of seemingly clean white socks under a pair of pink fluffy slippers (If I say the word ‘pair’ one more time, I’ll end the book.). His skeletal hand held up a tray which held a bowl of hot soup.

“heyya there, kiddo.” He greeted, before walking up towards the now gaping human. He sets down the tray on the bed, as he also sat down to face the woman. Processing his words, she glared at the skeleton.

“First of all, don’t call me that! Second, who are you? Third, where am I? And fourth, what’s that?” she blurted bluntly. “uh… soup?” he shrugged, choosing to answer only one of her questions.

“You didn’t answer me.” She sternly said, eyeing at the skeleton skeptically.

He sighed, counting his skeletal fingers as he replied to every question, “one, i apologize for that, don’t know your age, though ya look like one. two, ya’re in my bedroom. and third, like i said, soup.”

“You’re forgetting something, so don’t look too smart about it.”

“oh, pardon me for being ‘rude’. the name’s sans. sans the skeleton.” He reached out his bony hand as he introduced himself. The girl eyed him warily before accepting to shake his hand, which let out a loud farting sound. She gave him a puzzled look of confusion.

“the ol’ whoopee cushion in the hand trick. it’s always funny!” he chuckled merrily, but stopped when he noticed her blank expression. She didn’t seem to get it.

“Ok… Don’t really understand this sense of humor of yours, sorry.” She shrugged before reaching out for the soup, “What kind of soup is this?”

“eh?”

“The soup, I mean. What’s in it?”

“i don’t know,” he shrugged, “all i know is that it’s filled with carrots, onions, corn… whatever.”

“So it’s like free corn soup from those cheap restaurants in the sidewalks then?”

“geez, way to lift my hopes up from such a depressing day.”

“How so?”

“got fired.”

“I could tell.”

“w-what?!”

“Being ‘the boss’ myself, I got high experiences, enough to tell who’ll surpass my liking.”

“And?”

“Clearly, you do your work effortlessly.”

“how can ya tell?” he asked, clearly a bit pissed off.

“Well, you served me such cheap food. If you want to impress your guests, or even your boss, at least give them something more impressive.” She huffed.

“like what?”

“Like bouillabaisse.”

“that’s not even a word!”

“You better believe me, poor skeleton, but it is. That’s my favorite, actually---”

“wait, why are you suddenly telling me this?”

“I’m just telling you how you should improve your work.”

“ya ain’t telling me how to do my work, lady. so ya get what ya get. at least be grateful i saved ya instead of giving ya up to our king! i’m outta here.” He exclaimed, stomping out of the door.

“He should be thankful I’m giving him pointers. Never even asked for this.” The woman shrugged, sipping her soup, “It’s cold.” She complained, but smiled, “But at least it’s surprisingly good.”

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“WHAT’S THE MATTER, BROTHER? DID THE HUMAN NOT LIKE THE SOUP YOU MADE? (Surprise?)” a much taller skeleton asked from the tomato sauce-smelling kitchen, as he watched his grumpy brother go downstairs.

“i think so, papy. such a picky person, can’t even say thank you for helping her.” He shrugged before sitting on one of the dining area chairs.

“DO NOT WORRY, SANS! FOR I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WILL MAKE HER MY FAMOUS SPAGHETTI! NYEH HEHE.” Papyrus exclaimed, still stirring the spaghetti sauce.

Moments later, the woman arrived, cautiously climbing down the wooden staircase. She eyed the house in a skeptical way, observing every nook and corner. Then she caught the delicious aroma of tomatoes coming from the kitchen below, so she headed on, only to find the two skeleton brothers talking. They stopped as soon as they caught a glimpse of her.

“Hello…?” she greeted rather awkwardly.

Sans only turned away, not bothering to greet back, placing his head on a resting position on the table. Papyrus, on the other hand, was full of joy. He smiled ever so widely, “WELL GREETINGS, HUMAN FRIEND! I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS!”

She paused, looking at the shorter skeleton, “I’m twenty.”

“EH?” the silver-armored skeleton stood, giving her a puzzled look, “IS THAT YOUR NAME? PRETTY UNUSUAL.”

“Oh pardon me, I’m twenty years old, and my name is Frisk. Frisk Mercy, the CEO of Mercy Medical Industries, the largest medical company in New York.” She proudly introduced, but was surprised to see Sans suddenly laughing.

“did you just deliberately corrected your age to me?” he chuckled.

“Who said I was addressing you?” she glared at the now facing skeleton.

“clearly, it was meant for me since i called ya kiddo. for a stern person like ya, i think that ya’re rather, humerus!” he laughed a little uncontrollably but stopped to see her familiar blank expression.

“SANS! THIS IS NO TIME FOR PUNS! YOU’LL MAKE OUR GUEST RUN AWAY JUST BY BEING LIKE THAT!” shrieked Papyrus in annoyance.

“That’s exactly the point.” She murmured lowly for them not to hear, then smiled, “Is that pasta I smell?”

“WHY IT IS! GET READY HUMAN, FOR I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WILL SERVE YOU HIS BEST-TASTING SPAGHETTI!” he shouted happily, as he set down a tin covered plate. There she opened, revealing the charming looking pasta, all covered up with rich tomato, garlic, onion, cheese, and oregano sauce, topped off with three brown meatballs, parmesan cheese, and bay leaf for garnish (Reading this… Time to apply for a cooking course myself!).

She twisted her fork to gather some of the saucy pasta and gently shoved it to her mouth. Her eyes lit up, and felt as if she was running around a buttercup field on a sunny day. (Wow, Papy. You finally have someone who understands your cooking!)

“It’s… It’s…”

“WHAT? IS IT BAD?” he frowned.

“It’s one of the most delicious things that I have ever tasted.” She announced, quickly having some more.

“LOOK, SANS! THE HUMAN LIKES MY COOKING! SHE LOVED IT!”

“that’s great, bro. i know she’ll like it, my brother’s so cool.” He grinned even wider to see his brother jump in joy.

“Compliments to the two chefs!” she happily said, savoring the flavor of Papyrus’ spaghetti, “I’m very honored to meet such a talented chef like you, Papyrus. And as for you…” she trailed off, glancing at Sans, “Your soup was cold, but… You did great, it tasted amazing.” She smiled at him, which surprised the skeleton.

“that was my first soup.” He mumbled quietly.

“Now I understand.”

“what?”

“You do your work with effort, I could sense that. The problem is, I couldn’t see that effort of yours somewhere. What seems to be the problem?”

“i don’t have any problems.”

“There must be bothering you to see how you do your work with unnoticeable effort---”

“i said, i don’t have problems! just leave me alone.” He growled darkly, before heading outside.

“I’M TRULY SORRY FOR THE WAY HE ACTED.” Apologized the tall skeleton as he eyed the door worriedly, “HE HAD THIS DREAM, YOU SEE.”

“A dream?” she asked, trying not to laugh. Pointless, you don’t succeed with just dreaming.

“YES. WHAT HE WANT IS TO SEEK THE WORLD.”

“Travel around?” Such stupidity.

“THAT IS CORRECT, HUMAN.”

“I see. Now I know the problem.”

“WHAT?”

“His dream is ridiculous. There’s no sense in having dreams for it may crush you. If you want to travel, go ahead, travel!” she laughed, not knowing how rude it sounded. Those words snapped Papyrus like twigs. For the first time, he glared at her rather depressingly.

“NOW I CLEARLY UNDERSTAND HOW MY BROTHER HAVE FELT FOR YOU!”

“What?”

“HE PITIES YOU, JUST AS I TOO, PITY YOU GREATLY.”

Pity. The word angered Frisk in such a way. She never wanted anyone to feel bad for her. She’s got everything, fame and fortune, yet they still pity her who has too much of… everything? How dare… they. And with that, she stormed off, leaving Papyrus in daze.

She walked through the cold snow of wherever place she is, she didn’t care. No one should.

She was shivering dangerously, yet she continued, hoping to stop the word ringing inside her head over and over again. She didn’t need anything, she just wanted to be back in her grand mansion, sipping rich hot chocolate, sitting beside a crackling fireplace on her comfortable recliner straight from Russia.

“I don’t need anyone!!!” she screamed on top her lungs, trying to break her vocal cords as she shrieked. She collapsed to the ground, sobbing quietly, as she let the cold air freeze her to death, “So don’t try to help me.”

Before falling unconscious, she felt a strange warmth creeping up behind her.

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She fluttered her eyes open, her golden ones meeting two ivory pupils worriedly looking at her.

“ya okay, frisk?” its owner asked in a concerned tone. She sat up, groaning heavily as she rubbed the back of her head. The skeleton in fornt of her tried to stop her from doing so, by pushing her gently back to lie on the… couch which was located next to a fireplace.

“no, don’t get up, and try to rest.” He whispered quietly but enough for her to hear.

“Stop, just… Go away.” She said groggily, earning a slight glare from the skeleton.

“ya’re hurt, ya should stay. so please, let me help ya.” he glowered before heading to the kitchen.

She sighed sitting up, finding herself back in the house of the two skeletons. Sans came back, holding two mugs of hot piping chocolate, sighing to see her up. He handed her the other mug, “careful, it’s hot.” He warned. She nodded in reply, carefully sipping from it.

She closed her eyes in relief, savoring the rich taste of cocoa. The taste, however, reminded her of home, so she welled up in tears, surprising the skeleton who too, was drinking beside her.

“h-hey. don’t cry.” He said rather worriedly, but she didn’t and instead, embraced the unsuspecting skeleton, continuing to tear up. He hugged back, gently patting her head in comfort, “shh… it’s okay. ya’re fine.”

She didn’t reply back, too busy crying her heart out. She pulled away, wiping her tears before apologizing. “W-why do y-you pity me?” she stammered.

His eye sockets widened, then sighed, “i understand how ya feel, frisk.”

“How can you when you don’t even know me?!”

“i know. sometimes, that’s how I feel. scared. trying to say that i don’t need anything, but i just can’t admit it. no matter where i am, people are all around me, walking up towards me, or just smile. somehow, seeing them do that, made me feel… glad. glad i have these people who actually cared how i feel, knowing i too, have feelings on my own.”

He paused, noticing her listening intently, which made him smile wider, “ya actually cared, do ya?”

“W-what? No!”

He chuckled, “ya cared for anyone out there, knowing they needed your help. ya kept searching for anyone who needed it, not knowing… yourself. it’s okay to feel ya yourself needed the same care they received from ya. it’s okay to feel sorry for yourself, frisk.”

“it’s okay to dream. do ya have a dream?” no one answered, “frisk?”

He looked down to see the girl soundly asleep, her head softly landing on his left shoulder. He smiled, “that’s what i thought.” He said before placing his own head on hers, closing his eyes sockets and sleep.

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The following days were just historically memorable. Frisk considered falling down as a getaway from her days of being an insecure person. A vacation she says. She learned not only to pity for others, but that she needed the pity herself.

Days turned to weeks and all the three did was play in the snow, eat spaghetti, watch a movie, just having fun. She grew close to towards the two brothers who basically changed her life.

Though friendships aside, she felt… in denial. Seeing the base of her sudden change in positivity, she didn’t know how to feel. At times, whenever they were alone, she’s either happy or sad. Her heart beats every time she’s with him, which is bad if you’d ask her. But it’s too late, she frowned. She did not only fall down to the Underground. She foolishly fell down to somewhat deeper that she couldn’t explain.

He, on the other hand, accepted it. His feelings, he couldn’t change. He knew that from the moment she crashed down, she’ll be his distraction from his irritating depression. But he also knew that this feeling might hurt him in the future, but he was prepared for that.

He knew he must let go. And what she said one day proved him right.

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“why were ya on that plane?” he asked, looking down at the human girl who sat beside him on the soft blanket of snow. She looked up at him, smiling, “I was on my way for an important convention in Ebott City as the guest speaker of the organization. That event is very important to me, considering as I am also important to the event.”

He looked down at his pink fluffy slippers, “i’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“for crashing down in this place.”

Her eyes widened in surprise then frowned, looking away from him, “It’s okay, I’m actually glad to have come here. If it weren’t for the crash, I would’ve never met you and Papy.”

She sighed once more, looking deeper, “But sometimes, I wish… Life would be---”

“were ya happy back then?” he suddenly interrupted.

“If being someone who has everything with fame, wealth, and glory, then yes, but---”

“can ya hold on to my hand? i’m gonna take ya somewhere real’ quick.” He said, offering his skeletal hand.

“Umm… Okay?” she agreed, puzzled and flustered at the same time. Once she came to grab unto his hand, instantly in a literally blue flash, they were transported to a new land. A place known as the Waterfalls.

“Wow.” She gasped, still not letting go of his hand as her golden orbs roamed the breathtaking view of fresh flowing body of water, blue glistening flowers that danced through the rhythm of the wind, and dazzling crystals up in the ceiling, resembling the Surface’s stars.

“frisk.” He called out, her head turning towards him.

“i used to shout my dream out here. they say those who did so makes their wish come true.”

“Did you get what you wished for?”

“i wished to travel the world, then it worked!” he smiled, gazing straight to her eyes with his white ones, “when i’m around ya, it felt as if i’ve seen the whole world a million times. ya’re my world, frisk.”

And with those words, a soft pink hue escaped her cheeks, the words ringing inside her head. A soft smile slowly crept through her pink lips.

“now ya’re next. what’s your dream?”

She let go of the skeleton’s hand to cup both of her hands to her mouth, shouting, “I want to arrive to my destination!” She smiled, hearing the soft echoes of her scream, not turning to look at the now frowning skeleton. But when she did, he quickly changed to a fake reassuring smile.

“we leave today.” He said, confusing the girl.

“W-what?”

“i want to grant your wish, just as ya did to me. grab on.” He smiled, placing his hands on hers.

“Sans, w-wait…” but before she could finish, a familiar nauseous feeling was felt. As soon as she came about, she looked on to see light coming out of the other side of some darkish room.

“this is the barrier.” He stated, her eyes widening in surprise as she gazed at the alluring light. Beyond there, she could make out the modernized city from afar. Ebott.

“this is your chance to fulfill your dream. go ahead and escape before King Asgore sees us!” he ushered rather sadly. Filled with joy, she ran to the light, but just as she was about to step on Surface land, she realized what she was doing.

Foolishly mesmerized by some stupid fantasy.

She turned to look at Sans, who gave her two thumbs-up and an encouraging smile. Was this really, her dream? Yes, it is. She dreamed of going to her destination, so she must fulfill it for Sans.

Sans, on the other hand, was tired. He could not bear to watch his whole world go, so turned to walk away as he frowned sadly. It’s done. She’s got what she wished for.

As he was about to walk, however, two pairs of small arms crept through his waist, embracing him from behind. “f-frisk?”

“Sans you, numbskull.” She mumbled lowly, but enough for him to hear.

“w-why? why are ya still here?”

“I’ve arrived.”

“ya what?” he said, turning to face the tearfully smiling human.

“Sans?”

“frisk?”

She giggled, “Knock, knock.”

“really, kiddo?”

“Don’t call me that.”

“since when did ya learn how to do knock-knock jokes?” he chuckled.

“I don’t know, since forever?” His eye sockets widened in surprise to know this woman with no sense of humor was actually hiding something, “but ya said---”

“Sans! Don’t ruin this, I dare you!”

“heh, okay who’s there?”

“It’s me.”

“it’s me who?”

“Silly Sans. Why else would I be at your door? You’re my destination!”

“eh?” (That’s right, Sans. It’s bad, I know.)

She pouted, pulling away from the embrace, “Now I’m embarrassed.”

“i’m your destination?”

“Every time I stepped on my private jet, I compliment the pilot for bringing me to the right place. If it’s not, I’d punch him hard in the face.”

“i wish not to be your pilot.”

“Shut up. When I crashed here, I was glad the pilot’s dead, he got what he deserved. But after realizing from the moments we shared with each other, I wanted to cry, begging for the pilot to come back to life so I could give him a gift. Turns out, from all the places he had taken me to, you were the only one he got right. Sans, I’m sorry for laughing about your stupid dream. I’m sorry for the troubles I’ve caused you. But I thank you for being there for me. Thank you for being the first to pity me. I---”

But before she could finish, she was shushed by the skeleton’s teeth pressed gently on her lips. She was in a daze at first but soon melted to the kiss, fluttering her eyes shut.

They broke the kiss, placing their foreheads on each other, smiling widely.

“Still have to travel some more eh, Sansy? ~”

“i think i have to infinite times, boss.”

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A/n: Cut! Let’s wrap it up, shall we?
Need more, you say?! If you’d take a look in my notes, you’ll see a skele-ton of oneshots prepared just for ya! Yet why’s not yet published? It’s your fault for not howling loudly!

By the way, this story is inspired from that popular KDrama Series that got me distracted greatly; Crash Landing On You. It's my fave, so if ya wanna check it out, search it up!

Next chapter is… YandereTale!

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Description: Mine and Only Mine

Level 1: Unlocked

First comes detention, there comes exclusion, and then goes death. Whatever you do, never touch what belongs to Sans…#Yanderetale