After a pleasant little nap, Sans headed off again, though he said he wasn’t going to go as far this time. He said he'd wanted to think, and maybe snatch Frisk away on occasion, which was going to make Frisk’s attempt to stay focused extremely challenging, but they were up for trying.
The night passed, and the next day was a rather strange one.
They’d had dead timelines dozens of times before, and the majority of them were even planned. It wasn’t too uncommon to need multi-day long stretches for political things - nothing government related ever seemed to go quickly.
They practically had a routine. They would cut themself off aggressively from everyone other than Flowey, for starters. With him, prior to their conversation a month ago, they’d tried to keep things straightforward and focused. That conversation the previous month had shifted their relationship into something more real and personal, and so since then, they’d interact more freely.
Still, with everyone else, it was emotional lockdown, unless they had to work together. A simple lie about some sort of secret political issue that they were extremely busy with, and that was all it took. Frisk’s friends weren’t exactly happy about it, but they were understanding. And what was a few days or weeks, really? It was a bigger problem in the six month long reset, but shorter ones, it was no trouble.
For anything involving more than a few days, they just stayed in a hotel, cutting off things with Toriel. Any personal commitments, all put aside. Only Sans understood, and he’d occasionally run interference for them - keeping Toriel off their back, for example.
Simple, straightforward. Lonely, of course. They would try not to think about the others, since missing them too much would hurt. They’d just throw themself into work and if they grew desperate, they could try talking to Flowey or maybe play some random online games with strangers or something, just to keep sane.
That was what they usually would do, and while it wasn’t always easy, it was fine.
This time, though… this time their work was the personal stuff.
How could they avoid thinking about the effects of this dead timeline on Toriel, while they were actively making plans for revealing things to her?
Or Papyrus? They knew that he’d been lonely the previous night, and would be again during this week. Alone, abandoned, with no idea why. Before, he’d have had Sans. But now the only interaction anyone had with Sans was him texting Frisk, showing up to whisk them away, and then disappearing again afterwards. Not that they objected to his company, but it made it impossible to forget that he’d disappeared for everyone else.
Frisk struggled with it all. It was strange, really. Other than random bits of great sex, it was a day where nothing meaningful happened at all. Why was it so emotionally draining?
Still, they got work done, at least. They came up with a plan for Toriel and called Flowey to have him give it a look over. He thought it was risky - they were revealing too much and being too sentimental about it, but he begrudgingly agreed that it should work. He did give some suggestions on how to tweak things, and they took notes. He could be creepy as hell, but he knew his stuff.
The afternoon passed in peace, and they were stolen away again.
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“Sans!” Frisk said happily as they appeared in his Snowdin living room. They looked around. “Not the bedroom?”
He laughed and pulled them down with him to the couch.
“i do like your company for more than just sex,” he said.
They nestled in closer to his side.
“Sure, other things are nice, too, I suppose,” they said, their tone teasing.
“you’re insatiable,” he said with a grin.
“It’s all your fault, making me horribly addicted to cumming on your cock,” they said, grinning back at him. “You feel too good to resist…”
He probably shouldn’t be pleased at the idea of them being as addicted to this as he was. Oh, well. His touch grew more deliberate as he ran his hand down their side.
“i’m beginning to wonder if we’ll be able to have a conversation without taking you first,” he said.
“Mmm, that doesn’t seem like the worst problem to have,” they said and then relaxed against him. “Really, though, this is nice, too.”
“it is,” he said. “i figured it was a good time for the ‘timeline basics’ conversation you said we needed to have.”
“That’s way less sexy,” they said and he laughed. “We mostly covered it yesterday, actually. There's only a few more things.”
“hmm,” he said. “i wonder if i’ll get distracted while you’re talking. at least one of us should stay focused.”
“You’re going to be the death of me,” Frisk said, giggling.
Pleasant memories danced in his mind, intense and compelling.
“y’know, it’s really weird to admit this, but even though it’s only been a couple of days, i really miss that,” he said.
“Killing me, you mean?” Frisk asked.
“yeah,” he said.
He smiled. He’d never told them how it felt to kill them, with all their little tricks. That would hit them hard, wouldn’t it?
“the way it feels to have the full power of your soul, carrying your pleasure into my whole body,” he said and felt them tremble at his words. “and all of it rushing through my dick, enhancing my own orgasm even as i’m flooded with yours…”
Their whimpers were fantastic, even if saying it that way felt a little awkward to him personally.
“Oh my god, Sans, that is so…” Frisk said, gazing up at him with naked hunger.
He loved that look.
“and you got me to agree to keep this timeline for over a week, for flowey’s sake,” he said with a grin.
The look of horrified realization on their face was hilarious.
“Maybe we should just kill Flowey,” Frisk said, squirming against him.
He couldn’t help it and burst out laughing at that.
“somehow i think he’d be pissed at that idea,” Sans said dryly. “i’m guessing you told him that i agreed?”
“That was a terrible mistake,” Frisk whimpered. “I just wanted him to be less afraid that he was going to be sidelined!”
“oh?” Sans asked, stroking along their neck.
“A-ah, Sans, I… it’s hard to focus on this topic when…” they said and he grinned.
“it’s fun to watch you try,” he said. “you talk shop, and we’ll see how long you squirm before i feel like doing something about it.”
“You’re evil,” Frisk groaned. “Pure evil. Did anyone ever tell you that?”
“muhahaha!” he laughed, in a ridiculously overdone villain way.
“I’m doomed,” they said, trying and failing not to giggle at his antics.
Frisk was just so much fun to mess with.
“yep,” he said. “anyway, you were saying about flowey?”
He started tracing patterns on their thigh and they trembled again.
“I have no idea! What was I saying?” they asked.
“he was worried about being sidelined?” he prompted.
“Right,” they said, and shivered as he started to remove their shirt. “Oh my god, Sans. Okay, okay. He’d hoped that if there were lots of people who remembered, you’d take their thoughts and… that feels nice… um, take their opinions into consideration. Dilute the impact of you owning me, and me having the power.”
Their shirt and bra were off and he turned them to face away, pulling them onto his chest as he leaned back. He started lightly playing with their breasts and they moaned. This was definitely the best way to get briefed on things, he’d decided.
“i see,” he said. “but without that, he’s just subject to whatever the hell i want.”
What would be a fun way to mess with them… ah, he had it. He thickened up one hand with his “pseudo-flesh,” making it soft and smooth, which he used to gently caress one breast. The other, he left as bare bone, and roughly clawed at the other breast. They writhed against him, making the cutest noises of confused need, and he chuckled.
“H-he knows I care about him,” they said, gasping. “And that you care about me, so he’s not worried that he’ll be… god… that he’ll be completely disregarded. But nearly so.”
“hmm,” Sans said, pinching their nipples far too gently for their tastes. “what do you want?”
“God, Sans, I want you to take me hard, make me cum, kill me, and do it again,” they said, and he laughed.
“and about flowey?” he prodded and they sighed in an overexaggerated way, making him laugh again.
“Thoughts are hard for some unknown reason,” they said in a biting tone, and he pinched their nipple hard, making them squeak.
“i’m sure you can manage,” he said.
They groaned at that.
“I… would normally try to choose my words carefully, Sans, you’re making this difficult,” they said.
“ah, so you’re saying i should do this any time i want to know what you’re really thinking, without filters,” he said as he undid the button of their jeans.
“You can always ask! This isn’t necessary!” they squeaked.
“but it’s more fun this way,” he said, thoroughly amused. “so, flowey?”
“Oh my god,” they said and he grinned. “Okay! Things are complicated with him, but I care about him a lot, he’s precious to me in ways that are hard to describe. I want him to be happy and to have a good future, and also to become Asriel again, because he’s just this broken echo of a wonderful soul right now. And he can be a manipulative bastard and a complete asshole, but I still think he deserves a happy ending, too.”
His hands had slowed as they spoke.
He’d known that they were connected to Flowey, that it ran deep. He’d commented on it the day they’d first had sex, even. Still, hearing it like this… he was going to have to change his approach to Flowey, for Frisk’s sake. Try to be less hostile.
“makes sense,” he said, resuming his efforts at removing their pants. “alright, what’s the rest of it? the timeline basics stuff?”
“I can’t guarantee I’m going to remember everything,” they squeaked as their underwear was pulled off.
“that’s fine,” he said. “we can always do this again. so?”
“You and me and Flowey are - eep! - we’re it for the loopers,” they said, breathing heavily as his hands roamed. “S-so, um, we should be respectful of each other and stuff. A lot’s on me because I control the power, but um, things like informing everyone when we need to do loops a-and stuff.”
“you haven’t always done that for flowey, though,” Sans said, his hand wandering further down. “he was pretty pissed about that a few months ago.”
“T-this has b-been a work in pr- god, Sans - progress,” they managed as he toyed with their clit.
They seemed to be having a great deal of trouble concentrating. Man, this was fun. He could do this to them all day… other than the issue of mounting temptations.
“I admit I haven’t, um, paid as much attention to him with the saves thing as he would like,” they managed. “B-but with the way things have changed, um.”
He moved away from their clit and started brushing his fingers up and down their whole body - all that he could reach, from their head to their knees.
“you think we should be more mindful of him,” Sans said.
“Y-yeah,” they said. “Before, um, before you didn’t really get how annoying some things could be, but now you will, so maybe it’ll be easier to think about that sort of thing.”
“annoying?” he asked.
“Like if I saved while you were in the middle of a conversation,” they said.
“huh,” he said. “yeah, that would be annoying.”
“So we’re kind of a trio, the three of us,” they said, then let out a breathy moan as he rubbed soothingly at their shoulders. “I wasn’t expecting… that feels nice…”
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“doesn’t have to be just sexual pleasure,” he said with a chuckle. “go on.”
“He wants a meeting, all three of us,” they said, their words flowing more easily now that he was rubbing their shoulders instead of their clit. “Clear the air, sort of thing.”
“what would we need to talk about?” Sans grumbled, halfway between resigned and frustrated. “mostly we’d just want to not be in each other’s way, i figure.”
“I don’t know for sure,” they said, then moaned more sensually as he returned to playing with their breasts. “But we are all bound together, the three of us. We probably should be on speaking terms, and Flowey doesn’t want to be alone with you.”
That was a treat to hear.
“scared of being killed still, after all this time?” Sans asked with a chuckle.
He reached down and spread their legs, letting his fingers roam around their exposed pussy.
“U-u-uh, no, I d-don’t think so,” they gasped. “I don’t know for sure, I just have g-guesses… god, Sans…”
“and what are your guesses?” he prodded.
“I’m the one w-with power,” they said, squirming as he brought them closer to the edge. He’d have to be careful. “He’s interested in m-me, not you. For l-lots of reasons. Mmm… But he has no hold on you at all, and he hates feeling powerless.”
“gotcha,” he said. “he wants all three of us together because you care about him, and i care about you, so that he can use that to manipulate me.”
“I t-think there’s more to it than that, but I can’t think,” they said.
Regardless of what varied motivations Flowey might have, Sans really did not want to deal with that crap. On multiple levels and for multiple reasons.
“well, i’m not interested in meeting up,” he grumbled, hugging them tight for a moment. “but i can see why it’s probably necessary. i don’t intend to let him control me, through you or otherwise.”
“No, but we should try to be fair,” they said.
“i guess, if we’re stuck together, we’ll have to be,” he grumbled. “was that all?”
They pressed into him and he began to touch them again.
“Um, almost, and I think that means you agree? Do you know when you want to meet?” they asked.
“sometime before you reset, i guess,” he said. “and not right away. i really don’t feel like it.”
“A-anything else you maybe do feel like?” they asked hopefully and he chuckled.
“possibly,” he said, grinning. “so that’s all, then?”
They groaned.
“I don’t know anything,” they said, their tone overdramatic.
“so that means i should try to make you more desperate,” he said, playfully solemn. “and only reward you when you’ve succeeded and you’re sure you’ve told me everything.”
His hand returned to their clit and his tongue darted down to their nipples. They moaned.
“God, Sans…” they said.
“if you don’t finish telling me everything before i decide i’ve had enough, maybe i’ll just take your mouth and make sure you don’t cum from it. order you not to cum, even. leave you whimpering and wanting,” he said.
“No, no, you wouldn’t!” they said, jerking against him.
“yeah, i’ve definitely never enjoyed the thought of you writhing in need, unable to do anything about it,” he said, a cruel laugh in his voice.
They whimpered at that. He shifted the way they lay against him so they could feel his erection against their ass.
“but there’s a way out for you,” he murmured into their ear. “and not much time.”
“Okay, okay, I can do this,” they said, and he started laughing as he toyed with their nipples again. “Oh my god. Okay. I can’t remember! God! No, wait, Sans, I remember a thing.”
“a thing?” he asked, amused.
“The timeline rules I told you about,” they said. “You remember them?”
“yep,” he said. “pretty straightforward.”
“We made them before,” they said. “They might need revising, and also, you should agree to them on your own, and not just because a previous version of you agreed to them.”
“you’re doing a really good job at this,” Sans said. “maybe it was too easy.”
He pulled down his shorts and pushed them onto the couch, onto their hands and knees. They moaned as he slowly slid into them from behind.
“God, Sans! That… that feels…” they gasped.
“don’t cum until i say you can,” he said and they whimpered again. “now, where were we?”
An inarticulate noise of exasperation, frustration, lust, and pleasure escaped them, and Sans just laughed.
“not sure you’ve told me everything,” he said. “are you going to cum today, frisk?”
“Please…” they whimpered.
“that won’t work this time,” he said with another laugh. “the idea of you writhing, aching, wishing for me while you just claw at yourself uselessly… it’s hot.”
They whimpered again as he thrust a little faster.
“so are you going to cum on my dick, or am i going to enjoy the thought of your suffering for the rest of the day?” he asked.
“I want to cum,” they said. “I can’t think… Sans, I can’t, I can’t…”
“i’m going to love taking your mouth later, seeing that look on your face,” he said with a dark grin. “you’re enjoying the thought, too. i can feel your pussy clenching on me. getting pretty close, frisk. not a lot of time.”
He felt the shift in their soul and laughed again at the feel of it. They had given themself over to their determination. If he could see their face, he’d be seeing the immortal horror and not the Frisk he adored. This was so much fun.
“The meeting with Flowey,” they said, gasping and focused. “Clarifying that you know the rules, and that you should commit to them yourself, instead of just agreeing with a past self. Establishing the timeline relationship as a trio, and the need to treat Flowey as a part of all this in fair ways. That was all, I really think that was all.”
“you’re saying you already told me everything?” he asked. “what might happen to you if it turns out you forgot something?”
“I’m sure I’d have given more details,” they gasped. “But those were the main points. Please, Sans, please let me cum…”
“seems a shame to let you ‘get off’ that easy,” he said with a chuckle, having to slow down a little to keep things under control.
“I remembered, I did it, please, please, please…” they moaned and he had to slow down even more.
God, he loved it when they begged.
“you’re lucky you feel so good,” he said with a groan. “i want to cum like this, and i want you to cum with me. it’s a shame to lose out on that fantasy, though.”
“I… I don’t want you to lose out, but… I…”
“i know just what to do,” he said with a laugh, shifting his angle on their pussy to drive them a little harder. “i’ll just swing by later and torment you then. let you go to bed desperate, aching for my next visit.”
“Sans… I…” they whimpered.
“say it,” he said. “say you want to suffer for me, and then you will have permission to cum.”
They cried out in twisted pleasure.
“I… want to… I want to suffer for you,” they gasped.
“good,” he said and cut loose, pounding into them hard.
He strained to hold back just long enough for them to clench around his dick, and he burst within them. They screamed out his name and he groaned as their orgasm ripped through him. He sagged against their back and panted as he soaked in the waves of pleasure.
“that was good,” he said after his mind started working again. “you did an impressive job, frisk. good thing you like to suffer, else i’d be a little disappointed in losing out on that fun little idea.”
“God, Sans,” they said.
“you looking forward to it?” he asked.
“Y-yes,” they admitted.
“what a treat you are,” he said, settling back onto the couch and pulling them to his chest again.
They laughed, an odd sound of joy, relief, and amused exasperation.
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Beyond intense and thoroughly enjoyable distractions, the day wasn’t particularly eventful, until Toriel came home. Oh, they stressed a bit over the guilt of abandoning Papyrus, as well as forcing Toriel to face her end in this timeline, that sort of thing. Still, they’d gained some practice at strategically not thinking of problems since they’d gained their power.
When Toriel got home, she was clearly a bit stressed, but they still had a lovely conversation. She hadn’t had as much time as Frisk to work on plans, so mostly Toriel put forth her ideas and gave feedback on Frisk’s plan. She was fine, too, with letting the timeline extend as Flowey requested, as well as with Frisk pulling back from her in this timeline, so that the relationship memories wouldn’t be quite so uneven.
Everything seemed fine until she made a simple, completely reasonable request.
“I was hoping to speak with Sans before you reload,” Toriel said. “Now that he can remember the resets, especially - I feel he should be a part of this. My friendship with him matters, as well.”
“Uhhhhh,” Frisk said, dragging out the sound as their brain stuttered. “I, um, will totally ask him, but I think he probably won’t want to? He’s, um, kinda having trouble with everything.”
“In what way?” Toriel asked.
“Er, so, I’m going to struggle with answering this, because Sans did ask me not to talk about his issues, his personal struggles, his past, stuff like that,” Frisk said, and Toriel nodded. “But, um, basically, being in on the loops feels a lot different from being outside of the loops. And he’d already kind of struggled with figuring out moral rules when it comes to timeline stuff, but now that he’s in on it, he’s finding… difficulties.”
Toriel looked thoughtful.
“Can you think of an example that you could share?” Toriel asked.
“Sure,” Frisk said. “Let’s take Papyrus. This whole time, we’ve had rules of not having personal interactions with people in dead timelines, so things aren’t unbalanced between us. Like, chatting with you, but erasing that means the relationship changed for me but not for you, and that kind of screws things up.”
Toriel nodded.
“It’s hard to do that, though, and now Sans is seeing why,” Frisk said. “Like with Papyrus - saying ‘don’t interact so the relationship is true to the true timeline’ sounds great, but it also means that, in this timeline, Papyrus is being abandoned by both me and Sans, and has no idea why.”
Toriel frowned sharply at that.
“I see,” she said. “That is a concern. If he knew about the timeline power, he would be more understanding, of course. Though I also see why you would be worried about his ability to keep secrets, and from an international politics perspective, this is an extremely dangerous secret.”
“You know what they say,” Frisk said dryly. “Two can keep a secret if one of them is dead. We’re already pushing this secret hard - it’s risky telling you, but at least I have faith in your ability to keep it secret.”
Toriel nodded and tapped at her knee, her gaze distant.
“I suspect I understand the problem,” she said after a moment. “It is about balancing the value of things, such as relationships and emotions, in the true timeline, compared to in these timelines that you will be ending.”
“Basically, I think,” Frisk said. “Like, to use an exaggerated example, if I could get a major benefit for the version of you in the true timeline by hurting or killing this you, would that be morally acceptable, kind of thing. What is morally acceptable, with people in dead timelines. It’s a hard question to answer.”
“It is,” Toriel agreed, looking thoughtful. “So he would hesitate to speak with me because he would not wish to harm this version of me. He would also be concerned about such a discussion making for an imbalance in our friendship.”
“Yes, but also, he doesn’t want to be hurt himself,” Frisk said. “He cares about you a lot and you could rip his heart out pretty badly. I couldn’t tell you that in the real timeline, but for now, I figure it’s okay, since you probably knew that already.”
Toriel nodded, emotions flickering in her deep brown eyes.
“He told you this?” she asked softly.
“Not exactly,” Frisk said. “But, um, when it comes to Sans, I pay attention. He, uh, he can be kind of cold sometimes? People getting hurt, being upset, as long as it’s not his responsibility, he tends to take a hard line with it. Like, you know, the timeline rule stuff I’d mentioned. But with you, the fact that he was on board with dedicating an entire timeline loop just to the goal of making you not be hurt, even though he was really against that sort of thing… you matter a lot to him.”
She nodded again.
“Very well, then,” she said. “Please let him know this. Tell him that I wish to speak to him and that whatever pain comes of it for me, I fully accept. That it is my hope for this conversation to not hurt him. That the purpose of it is not for the sake of this timeline’s version of me, but for the true timeline’s Toriel, and for his relationship with her.”
“He’s going to feel trapped, like he has no choice but to go along with that,” Frisk warned.
“I am aware,” Toriel said with a small smile.
“He might be a little mad at you,” they said. “He might be harsh. He can be that way, at times.”
“Good,” she said. “I would prefer to speak to him without his pretenses, even if it is all to be undone.”
Frisk exhaled heavily.
“Should I be there for that?” they asked.
Toriel looked thoughtful.
“For what I wish to say, I have no objection,” Toriel said. “But I suspect that Sans will prefer you to not be there. With his habit of hiding things, I would expect that he would struggle with choosing his words, with you there to remember them.”
“This is going to suck for him, isn’t it?” Frisk asked dryly.
“I do not intend for that,” Toriel said and looked down.
“Bet it’s going to anyway,” Frisk said with a sigh. “Really, any conversation in a dead timeline, with someone I care about, sucks. But that aside. With another week and a bit before we reload, do you think you’d rather have this conversation sooner or later?”
“Sooner, I should think,” Toriel said. “It would give him time to consider matters before you reload. I expect it would also be simpler, as we intend to avoid interactions once all is said and done.”
“Makes sense,” Frisk said. “Alright, so I think that means we’re settled, you and me? I’ll pass along your message to Sans, but barring any plan changes from that, we’re good?”
Toriel’s smile looked more strained.
“I suppose so,” she said. “Perhaps…”
“Yeah?” Frisk asked.
“I am being silly,” Toriel said with a little laugh.
“No, seriously, tell me,” Frisk said. “You matter to me, mum.”
“I know,” Toriel said, her smile warm. “It is heartening to know how much effort you are putting in for my sake. I love you, too, my child.”
Frisk grinned at that, though the smile was a bit pained. A sweet moment of connection and affirmation between them… that would be lost.
“I was thinking of what I ought to do with my time, until then,” Toriel said. “I thought, perhaps, I might try out a number of new things that might turn out poorly, and give you a list of the ones that I enjoyed the most?”
Frisk laughed at that, a surge of joy that made them tear up.
“God yes,” they said, still laughing as they wiped at their eyes. “Absolutely, mum, no question, I’ve got you covered. You have fun. And no worries about finances - another bonus of all this is I don’t have to hide how rich I’ve gotten from abusing my power.”
“That does explain a few things,” Toriel said, smiling. “Very well, I shall be unreasonably frivolous for the next while.”
Frisk laughed again and they said their farewells.
Sans was, as predicted, quite grumpy about Toriel’s request, and, also as predicted, felt like he had to agree. They passed on the warning they gave Toriel, and her response, so he could at least know he wasn’t expected to put up his usual front if he didn’t want to.
He agreed to speak to her the next day, and otherwise resumed his activities. As far as Frisk could tell, all he was doing with his time was randomly screwing around for fun, randomly screwing Frisk for fun, thinking, getting frustrated, and amusing himself to avoid thinking.
Since Frisk’s main task was done, they settled into their usual dead timeline role. While they still felt guilty for abandoning Papyrus, they mostly managed to not think about him and focused on other things. They worked with their staff to learn and memorize details that they could exploit for the benefit of monsterkind - the political landscape had changed, so what they’d learned in their prior extended reset didn’t entirely apply anymore. Study and mental exercise games were mostly all they did, beyond serving as Sans’ sex toy to use and discard throughout the day.
That would never get old.
When it finally came time for Sans’ meeting with Toriel, Frisk left the house. The lab they used with Alphys seemed like it would be the best spot to be certain to be away from everyone. They hoped it would go well. Sans was more shaken by all this than they’d hoped.
But well… Toriel was kind of magic. Maybe it would be good.