MONSTER

*ACT* 1

Two short people are seen stomping up and down the stairs of the skelebros' residence

Frisk: I'm gonna get you sans!!
Sans remains silent as he stealthily avoids frisks grasp with agility

Sans: heh. You're gonna have to be faster than that if you wanna ketch-up with me

He makes a pun as he chugs down another bottle of ketchup

Frisk giggles at sans' terrible humor. The both of them make their way to his room door when sans abruptly dives in front of the confused frisk.

Sans: uh... I guess you caught me, kid.

Frisk: yay! That means you're it now.

Sans: actually...

Sans shakes his now-empty ketchup bottle.

Sans: maybe we could do something else now. Maybe a movie of some video games of something.

Frisk looks slightly disappointed at sans' sudden tiredness, but she cheers up the second she hears the phrase "video games". Frisk takes a short skip up the stairs and signals to sans to stay put while she goes to get her favorite red controller. It belonged to papyrus but he didn't mind lending it to his tiny human friend.

Frisk heads over to papyrus' room, knowing fully well he forgets to lock it. She bends over to look under papyrus' supercar bed.

She spots the controller; it was flashing a red light in response to the console turning on. She grabs it and immediately rushes out the bedroom door and slowly finds herself pausing to stare at sans' bedroom door, she had never really noticed how there was a flame coming from under the door.

Out of nowhere she finds herself touching the door knob and turning it. Sans identifies the familiar creak of his door and his eyes widen in utter terror. He surges with all the speed he could muster to stop frisk but it was far too late.

Frisk: sans....

Sans stands by the door petrified by what he had just accidentally revealed unto frisk

Frisk: what is... all of this?

Frisk had laid her eyes upon a giant corkboard filled with photos of herself with small sticky notes with some lines of text on them, all of them connected by red string and pins. In the center stood a huge portrait of herself with beady red eyes; on top of the portrait, the words "DON'T FORGET" are written, and on the bottom, "Dirty Brother Killer"

Frisk was horrified by what she had seen, by what her most beloved friend saw of her. The dismayed girls fell to her knees and her eyes were red but not watery. It was as if she was scared, sad and confused all at once.

Sans was feeling just as bad, as he had no idea what to tell her.

Frisk: sans... you think I'm still a killer?

Sans wants to yell a panicked NO, but frisk keeps talking.

Frisk: I thought you believed in me. I thought you thought I could change... I thought that you were my friend. But meanwhile... you only ever saw me as a monster.

Sans: ki--.! Frisk! I don't. I swear. This was all from before we became friends, I could never see you as a --!

Frisk: lie to me...

Sans: w-what!?

Sans is confused as he still stands behind her. Frisk's face don to the floor, her bangs flowing in gravity to the ground instead of resting on her forehead.

Frisk: lie to me right now. Tell me you don't see me as a killer

Sans stands there in the light of the hallway while frisk still kneels in the darkness of sans' room, the only form of illumination being the light escaping from the corridor in through the door.

Sans: I could neve--

Frisk rages up from the ground as her face now changes to that of Chara's beastly gaze.

Frisk: LOOK ME IN MY FREAKIN' EYES AND TELL ME YOU DON'T SEE A MONSTER!!

Sans was about to lie reassuringly but his ever-honest eye had already begun glowing blue in defense, it was evident he still feared Frisk.

Sans breathes heavily in bewilderment. It was at that moment he realized he had subconsciously held Frisk back by her sweater with his psychokinesis. He gasps heavily before releasing his grasp on her.

The both of them just stood there as frisk gave sans an empty glare as her bangs covered her face with a heavy shadow...

Frisk: get out...

Sans apologetically turns around and attempts to fulfil frisk's order, when a realization dawns on him.

Sans: um...frisk?

Frisk does not even face him as she asks a loud "what!?"

Sans: t-this is my room

Frisk replies with another aggressive growl as she turns her head to expose her beastly expression again.

Sans just leaves the room in defeat, leaving frisk alone to continue eyeballing the "shrine" sans had made of her at her worst.