So This Is Determination {Frisk x Sans}

Fallen Down

Frisk
I had fallen down, off of Mount Ebbott, into a room.
"Howdy! I'm Flowey, the flower."
After listening to this yellow flower talk, I asked.
"Am I dreaming?"
"No. You fell to the underground. Collect these, friendliness pellets." I got a bad feeling about the 'friendliness pellets', so I used my soul and dodged them.
"Hey, you're supposed to hit the bullets-I mean friendliness pellets."
A ball of yellow fire hit the flower.
"What a terrible flower, torturing a poor, innocent, youth. Do not be afraid young one. I am not here to hurt you. My name is Toriel." Said a goat woman.
"O-ok." I stuttered.
Toriel led me through puzzles, and eventually we arrived at her house.
"Here young one, your room is upstairs." She showed me a room. I flopped onto the bed and fell asleep. A nightmare followed.
"Frisk. You now have 2 choices. Genocide or Pacifist."
Pictures flashed before me of both 'runs'.
"Pacifist." I said. I wasn't a killer.
I woke up.
Toriel was still asleep so I stepped downstairs.
"Toriel?" I heard a voice from a door yell.
"Hi. I'm Frisk. Toriel is asleep."
"Oh. You're the human, right?"
"Yeah."
"Do you like jokes?"
"Yeah!" I said, excited.
"Knock knock."
"Who is there?"
"Broken pencil."
"Broken pencil who?"
  "Ah forget it, there is no point."
  I began to laugh.
  "Wow was it really that funny, kid?"
  "Yes!" I managed between laughs.
  "I wish I could meet you...?"
  "Sans, the name's Sans."