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Revoked
What are you doing?
Maybe...maybe things will be different this time.
Why are you doing this?
"That you, Pap?"
Sans looked up from the couch when he heard the door creak open, and squinted slightly when he saw the shadow. That wasn't Papyrus, he'd have been in the door and proclaiming his presence loudly.
"Nope," came the feminine voice.
"Kid?" He sat up on his elbows, and went silent when he saw Frisk walking in.
She'd changed in the last five years. He could still remember; she looked the same from twelve to seventeen, only with height differences. Now, though...
"You look like you're doing pretty good."
"I had some vacation time," she said, smiling down at him. "And I thought I'd help Papyrus keep you out of trouble."
"You've been spending too much time with Toriel, kid," he said as Frisk sat down next to him. "You don't need to mother me, you know."
"Wouldn't Dreem-ur of it."
"Heh...good one, kid."
He rubbed his neckbone briefly before glancing over at her. Again and again, he thought, Doesn't matter when or where, she always shows up.
"So how long are you going to be here? I know you aren't that excited about Papyrus' cooking."
"Oh...he's gotten better," Frisk said, "And just until you recover enough that he stops calling and asking me to come watch you."
"It was just a broken bone or two."
"Or two? That semi nearly took your leg off and into the next county. When are you going to learn to not drive that moped of yours on the highway?"
"How'd you know it was that, huh? And besides..it's healed up. I guess you and Pap don't find this very humer-ous though."
"Stop it, Sans. How is it you can keep getting hurt like this? We're all worried about you...or at least your driving skills, anyway."
"I drive just fine."
"Your last five accidents disagree with you."
"Pap should know taking the key isn't going to do any good."
"Which is why he hid the whole thing. If you need to go anywhere, I will be driving you."
"Oh, yes, because a girl driving a skeleton around won't raise any eyebrows."
"I think all the police around here know you by now. Now, before you--"
"What makes you say that?"
"Sans, this is not the time."
"Do-nut you think I'm--"
"Stop." Frisk crossed her arms and shook her head. "Look...it's either me, or Undyne. Do you really want Undyne to drive you around?"
"Bone-ly if you want me to come home in pieces."
"No. We don't want that. Papyrus would have our heads if anything happened to you."
"I think you're going to find it's hard to--"
"Don't."
"--stay aHEAD of me."
She couldn't help but laugh. "No, seriously. Undyne's been busy lately anyway, and I've had a lot of time off to work with. If you make me interrupt her schedule, she's going to make you miserably happy."
"Kid, do you know what I--" He paused briefly, and looked as her face went momentarily blank, before coming gradually back into the smile it was previously wearing. "You know what, fine. You want to sit around and watch me sit around, be my guest."
"So that's a no to you needing to go anywhere, then."
"Yes."
"So yes, no?"
"Yes, no."
"Which is it?"
"Yes."
"Yes, yes, or yes, no."
"Yes, as in no."
Frisk shook her head and shuffled through her purse. "I swear, you get more outrageous with these puns every time I meet you...I feel sorry for Papyrus, he must be bone-tired of them by--"
Sans couldn't help himself; he burst out laughing. The exasperated look Frisk was giving him just made it worse, and it was several minutes before he could bring himself out of the fit of uncontrollable chortling. "You know, you should do that more often, kid."
"I'll have plenty of time to, I guess." She shook her head and headed into the kitchen. "Are you hungry?"
The shelves had a surprisingly diverse selection of boxed food, but she wasn't particularly feeling like boiling or mixing anything. The freezer...ah, yes. Microwave burritos. An addition of Sans', she could only guess. She was pulling the box out when suddenly, she cringed and dropped the whole thing, scattering its plastic-wrapped inhabitants all over the floor. Shakily, she started picking them all back up.
Not right now.
"You okay in there?"
"I'm fine. You had the box sitting open."
"Bit red-eyed there, kid. Don't tell me you're out there working hard all day just to make me look bad?"
"Lots to do," she replied, rubbing her eyes, "Like watching over certain skeletons who never met a no-passing lane they didn't like. I'll probably have a nap later."
"You're staying here? Did Papyrus...?"
"He wouldn't hear of me staying anywhere else."
Of course he wouldn't, Sans thought. "Well, mi casa es su casa, then."
"I didn't know you spoke Spanish."
"Easy to pick up here and there."
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
"Undyne," they both said at once.
"I'll go get it before she busts it down," Frisk said quickly.