After talking with the girls a bit more we finally decide to head to bed. Otter sleeps on the couch, Ink sleeps by the chalkboard, and Red and me sleep in our room. We aren't facing each other and we're both as far away from the other as we can be. I don't want to be mad at him. I... I want to apologize, but... Sigh. I guess frisk is right. I'm too damn stubborn sometimes.
I hear muffled sobs from Red.
"Red?" I turn to face his back. He's shakily slightly and sobbing into his pillow. I reach out to touch him.
"Don't." He says slapping away my hand.
I ignore his gesture and wrap my arms around him, holding him close.
"Stop. Go away! I-I HATE 'cha!" I tighten my grip on him. "I... I hate 'cha...." He sobs.
"I love ya too." He turns to face me and wraps his arms around me. "We... We're just frustrated... ya know? This is hard on us all. I... I shouldn't have called your Frisk dumb."
I hear him mumble an apology into my neck as he hides his face from me. I bring him close to me. I here his calming breathing as it lulls me to sleep.
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Kustard
FanfictionWhen Classic is asked who he is by red sans he starts wondering who he is and who he wants to be. Classic Sans and Red Sans are very different and yet so alike. They feel the need to protect each other and be with each other at all times. Perhaps th...
