(A/N: I don't even remember writing this story, so I'll try to match the vibe with my old writing style. ;p idk. Also using gender-neutral terms for Frisk and Chara because I feel bad for not using They/Them pronouns for Frisk in the past >-< . So in other terms, I now eggnollage frisk as Nonbinary. I'm not an SJW or whatever, I just want to point that out. Sorry if that annoys you.) 

        "You okay kid?" Sans asks, looking down at you, "Y-yeah, just having some bad thoughts recently." You say, looking off into the distance.  Sans frowns. "Like what kind of bad thoughts? You can tell me."  

    You smile lightly up at him, as you nod giving the 'Ok' for him to pick you up. He puts his hand under you, lifting you up to his shoulder. When you get comfortable you lay it on him.

      "My, Sibling...Frisk...They..." You take a breath in, "Supposedly took their lives at Mt.Ebott a few months ago." At the name, Frisk Sans tenses up a bit but relaxes when you keep talking. "My mothers' sibling Chara also committed suicide when they were kids, so when my mom found out where frisk went she..." 

       You start to cry and slightly fall over into the neck of Sanses scarf. "Hey...uh, kid, this might be a bad time to ask...but did you Say 'Chara' ?" Sans looks says, his voice was practically emotionless. You take a deep breath in, "Y-yeah... I did..." You sniffle. 

    "You're lucky I like you,"  Sans mumbles under his breath. But you don't listen, the only thing on your mind is the ringing in your ears after the gun went off. 

 (YeeYeet- CandyCans0) 

A/N 2022: Nvm, I am an sjw now. I'm not sorry for being nonbinary, trans rights motherfucker!!! yehaw.

  also I actually really like this chapter, probs cuz' it's newer or whatever.