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                 though  the  child  turns  her  head  to  acknowledge  sans’  presence ,   and  looks  him  in  the  socket  as  he  addresses  her ,   she  barely  seems  to  hear  him.   the  look  on  her  face  is  faraway  and  barely  present.   everybody  else  is  gone…   they  went  on  ahead ,  to  revel  in  their  freedom ,   to  start  their  futures  here.   this  isn’t  their happy  ending  ——   she’s  been  mistaken  all  this  time ,   flurry  realizes.   time  will  march  on  beyond  her  shattering  the  barrier  for  them;   this  is  their  happy  beginning,  on  the  surface.  there  is  not  much  happy  about  this  for  her.

‘  jus’  want  t’  say  goodbye , ’    she’d  excused  herself.   toriel  tried  to  insist  she  accompany  them  but  flurry  shook  her  head  dismissively ,   stubborn  as  ever.   ‘  i’ll…   i’ll  catch  up.   promise.   you  guys  go.  ’

                 that  was  a  long  while  ago  now.   she  didn’t  go  back  underground.   flurry  sat  and  watched  the  golden  sun  sink  further  into  the  treeline ,   admired  the  bright  hues  of  the  sky  stretched  out  above  her ,   sat ,  calm  and  alone.   some  part  of  her  hoped  that  they’d  forgotten  her  entirely ,   that  nobody  would  ever  come  to  fetch  her…   ( ridiculous ,  but  a  kid  can  dream.  )   it’s  only  fitting  that  sans is  the  one  to shatter  any  hope  of  a  peaceful  life  up  here ,  hidden  away  from  obliviously  grateful  monsters  and  her  scary  stepfather  and  the  lonely  apartment  awaiting  her  back  at  the  village.   a  soft  huff  passes  her  lips  and  at  long  last ,   flurry  simply  rolls  her  shoulders  into  a  shrug.  

                                                                   ——   ——   she  can’t  get  into  this  with  him.   she  won’t.

                                                     ‘  …   sure  it  was. ’   no !   not  even  a little  bit !  this  has  been  a  nightmare  near  enough  start  to  finish ,  and  now  she’s  home.   she  didn’t  WANT  to  come  home !   home  is  a  hateful ,   HATEFUL  place.   what  kid  throws  themselves  down  the  mountain  notorious  for  taking  the  lives  of  all  who  climb  it ,   only  to…  only  to…!  

                    (  don’t  be  so  selfish.   you’re  ruining  this  for  them.   for  him.   shut  your  mouth.   )

‘  sorry.   ignore  me…   am  jus’  really  tired.   an’  worryin’  ‘bout  some ,  um.   stuff.   look ,   i’ve   ——   i’ve  done  my  bit.   hurray  fo’  flurry !   only  took  her  a  hundrah  resets…   …   so  aren’t  you  happy  now ?   like ,   shouldn’  y’  be  wit’  the  others ?   y’r  friends ?   go  t’  th’  village.   y’  don’t  have  t’  keep  checkin’  in  on  me  -—–   jeez.   ’  

                 what  is  he ,  her  dad ?  flurry  sniffs  contemptuously  and  averts  her  gaze ,   drops  the  pained  false  smile  meant  to  assure  him.   she’s  just  hoping  her  attempt  at  a  rude  dismissal  will  compel  the  skeleton  to  push  off  again  and  leave  her  to  moping.

               sans has seen it before.  a part of him he is unashamed to hide,  knows he will see it again  (  it’s just how he is,  he can’t help but expect the worst,  hope for the best     only he’s all out of hope,  and they both know it  ).  so when the barrier shatters and he can breathe,  he watches the sun,  stands with his family and friends,  and thinks of flurry,  instead.

          he can hardly be bothered to follow the rest of them down the mountain side,  and when he hears the child he’s come to know so well,  painfully well,  stay behind,  well.  he does what any good comedian does.  sans plays along.  follows them down the slope to the world below,  and then disappears into the chaos.

                                                                            and finds himself there.  listening to her prattle.

                               aren’t you happy now?           they are both far too old,  far too tired,  far too far from naive to pretend they don’t both know the answer.  so sans sits,  instead.  taking seat besides flurry,  finding his legs dangling over the sheer edge,  slippers dangerously close to being lost forever.  he doesn’t mind.  (  okay,  he does.  but he’ll get them back,  one way or another.  )

                        “ * i know i don’t have to. ”     strangely enough,  past the knife threats and nightmares,  through the jokes and promises,  he wants to.  but they have long since become something more than that same song and dance,  haven’t they?