Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Chapter Nine

Help From an Old Friend

G woke up the next morning, feeling well rested. He smiled at Melinda, sleeping soundly next to him. He gently brushed some hair away from her face. She didn’t stir. Given their last couple days, that was expected, he figured. He rolled over to cuddle her and wrapped his arms around her. He expected her to at least roll over and face him.

But she didn’t.

Slightly concerned, he gently ran his fingers down her side. He thought if he could at least get a small moan out of her, she would be alright.

Nothing.

Now he was really worried. His eyes glowed, and he checked her HP (health). She was fine. Not a single point gone. He blinked away the glow and shook her gently.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” he said softly. “I was going to head to the mainland today. Wanna come with?”

No reply.

“M-Melinda? What’s wrong? Talk to me! Are you alright?” He started to sound panicked now. Papyrus heard from the living room.

He knocked. “S-Sans?”

G nodded. “Come in, bro.”

Papyrus looked at Melinda, who hadn’t moved at all. “What’s going on?” He looked back at G.

“She…won’t wake up.” G looked at Melinda with sad eyes. “I don’t know what happened. Last night, we were talking, and we fell asleep…and now…” he put his head down as tears came rushing to the corners of his eyes.

Papyrus looked worried too. He got down on the floor in front of the bed, facing Melinda. “She looks fine. Like she’s just asleep.”

“I know,” G said in a shaky voice, his head still down.

“Strange,” Papyrus said. “I’ll go get Dr. Alphys!”

“W-wait, Pap…is that really…necessary?” G asked.

“Well, you want to know what’s wrong, right?” Papyrus stood up.

“Yes.”

“Then it’s ABSOLUTELY necessary!” Papyrus exclaimed and walked out. “I’ll be back soon!” He closed the front door.

G looked at Melinda, his face stained with tear lines. He sighed, stood up and got dressed. He would still go to the mainland. Maybe Melinda just needed to sleep it off? Maybe she was coming down with something? Or just really tired from their encounters. He swore to himself that he would be a bit easier on her.

As soon as he stepped outside, he heard the sounds of hammers and drills. “What the?” He looked around, but couldn’t see anything. He walked out to the beach, and on the closest island to them he saw the Underfell crew building homes. His eyes widened. “Jeez, they are pretty ambitious.” He kicked around some sand with his boot and looked down. He didn’t want to leave until he had heard from Papyrus again, who was still in Alphys and Undyne’s house. He felt like it had been forever, but it has only been around five minutes. Sighing again, he sat down in the hammock and looked up at the clear blue sky. He tried to rethink the last few days. He was Sans, and then G!Sans came. He was injured and on the verge of death. The only way he could survive was if Sans allowed him to “take over”, so Sans agreed. Somehow in the mix of things, he had called Melinda and told her not to come yet, but she did anyway. Then she ended up with Sans magic from many different AU’s, possibly all of them. Their attraction grew stronger, but something else had grown weaker. What was it? The Underfell crew randomly appeared at the island, and Melinda was ready for an encounter, without question, like she had had magic all along. Possession? Or just the true power of the Sanses? What got weaker? He closed his eyes hard and tried to think.

She did. She became weaker. G’s eyes snapped open. Her soul got weaker! It couldn’t hold all of the magic she had taken in. That’s why he had warned her not to come yet. G came in holding all of the magic from all of the Sanses, but when she came in, that magic used her as a vessel. “I don’t even know what type of soul she has,” he thought aloud. He shook his head. It was good Papyrus was asking Alphys for help. She would be able to figure this out. Toriel might be able to help too. She seemed to know about the traits of souls, and she might know Melinda’s. He got up and headed to the Dreemurr’s house. Somewhat intimidated, he knocked on the door. He wasn’t even sure if they knew about his new…appearance. Well, they were about to find out.

Toriel opened the door. “Oh, hello, Sans!” She said with a warm smile.

G was surprised. “You recognize me?”

“Well, no, but Papyrus let everyone know what had happened so we wouldn’t see you as a different person.” Toriel explained.

“Oh, right.” Sans nodded. “Hey, I have a question. You can tell the traits of souls, no?”

Toriel nodded. “I think so. I haven’t utilized that power in a while, but I’m sure I could try.” She looked at G’s worried face and asked, “why?”

“Melinda…she’s not responding, and I don’t know why, but I have a theory. I just need to see if you can figure out her trait for me.” G spoke quickly.

“Ah, alright, well, let’s go see!” Toriel agreed.

They walked to the house and saw Papyrus and Alphys were already there. Alphys was standing next to Melinda, talking quietly to Papyrus.

“What’s going on?” G demanded. Then his tone changed. “I’m sorry. I’m just…scared.”

Alphys had a nervous smile. “I understand, G. I’m not sure right now what the problem is, but I am going to run some tests.” She turned to Toriel. “Hello, your majesty.”

“Oh! No, no, no need for formalities, Doctor Alphys,” Toriel laughed a little. “We are all friends and neighbors here. And right now, we all have a common goal; to see what’s going on here.”

Alphys nodded and stood aside as Toriel knelt down in front of Melinda. With a wave of her hand, everyone in the room saw a small green streak of what looked to be smoke flowing through her fingers. She smiled a little. “I should have known,” she said.

“What?” G asked.

“The soul of Kindness. Of course! She is so incredibly kind, so it makes sense that she would have this trait.” Toriel beamed at Melinda. “Sadly, I do not know what is wrong with her.”

G nodded solemnly, “I know. That’s why Alphys is here. I just wanted to see what type of soul she had. Thank you so much for your help.”

Toriel hugged G. “Good luck.”

“Thanks,” G sighed as Toriel left the house.

“Why did you want to know the type of soul she had, Sans?” Alphys asked.

G looked at her. He said calmly, “Please, call me G. And, I have a theory. She now has magic. A lot of magic. She got some of the magic from me when I came in and took over Sans. I made a phone call to warn her not to come yet, but that probably just made her want to come back sooner. It was stupid on my part. But alas, here we are. I think during the transition, I knew the magic would take a little longer to move over, and may try to inhabit another body if it found one. Papyrus and Mettaton, even being in the house, were far enough away where it wouldn’t have gotten them, but Melinda came right into this room while I was still going between Sans and G, and she got some of the magic.”

Papyrus’ eyes were a combination of shocked and confused. Alphys looked at him. Then back at G. “I understand. But, Sans –“

“It’s G,” G retorted.

“Ehh…G, then, we don’t have a working lab yet that can help extract this magic from her. And, I’m not sure if I can do it alone.” Alphys clasped her hands together nervously.

“Then build one, and you won’t be alone. I will help you.” G was cold now, not like Sans at all. “I will get you anything you need to get it done.” He looked down at Melinda. “I think for now, we should give her an IV and keep monitoring her. She’s clearly comatose.”

“Brother?” Papyrus asked. G looked at him without a word. “Uhm, are you – wha – erm…what about you?”

“What about me?” G asked.

“You aren’t, yourself. Do you need anything? Or want anything?” Papyrus was clearly worried.

G looked away. “The only thing I need and want right now is for her to be alright,” he said. He walked out of the room. He snapped his fingers and ended up on the mainland. He was shocked for a moment. ‘I didn’t know I could still do that,’ he thought.

He worked his way through the mass amounts of people, in search of one thing. Cigarettes. G had been smoking them in his time in his AU, but when he came here, he hadn’t needed one, until now. He bought a pack at a nearby store and stood outside, smoking one.

“Ah, so you’re here too?” He heard. He looked over. It was Fell Frisk.

“Yeah,” G grumbled. “It’s the only place I could think to be right now.”

Frisk looked down. “Same here. All the guys are just working on our houses, and they won’t let me help. So I’m just wandering around, shopping for baby clothes.”

G choked on smoke. “BABY CLOTHES?” He asked, eyes wide.

Frisk laughed. “Yeah! Sans and I are having a baby! You didn’t know?”

“No one knows,” G said, still coughing out more smoke.

“Sorry about that,” Frisk pointed. “But you know, you shouldn’t be doing that anyway. Your time as a monster may have made you think it’s alright, but for a human, smoking is pretty bad.”

G glared at her. “I don’t care right now.”

“Alright, what’s wrong? I know that face from my Sans.” Frisk gestured toward a nearby bench.

G looked down at his cigarette, which was almost gone. He tossed it and sat down, Frisk sitting next to him. “It’s Melinda.”

Frisk looked puzzled. “Did she break up with you?”

“No!” G snarled. “Sorry…no, she didn’t. She’s…sick…and won’t wake up.”

“Ah,” Frisk nodded. “Why haven’t you asked Gaster for help?”

G looked at her. “Number one, I am Gaster, or at least, partly, and number two, the actual Gaster that’s around here, I haven’t found him yet.”

Frisk laughed a little. “G, he’s right here, in this apartment building in front of us!” She pointed to a top floor window. “He’s been there for about a month now.”

G looked up to where Frisk was pointing. “D-does he…know?”

“He knows more than any of us did.” Frisk shrugged. “But, you of all people should know how good he is at reading people and situations. Just like how you and Melinda both knew I wasn’t a threat when my husband and his brother were.” She stopped. “And…about that….Sans is better than he used to be. He acts tough still, but he’s actually really nice. If he was like that all the time, I wouldn’t have married him!” She laughed a little, prompting a smile from G.

“Well, Fell Pap did say Sans was too soft.” He said.

Frisk laughed again. “He really is though!”

“Heh,” G looked up at the building again.

“Don’t,” Frisk warned. “That’s a good way to get yourself knocked out.” She smiled.

“Huh? How did you…”

“How did I know you were thinking about teleporting up there? Because I can read you, just like my Sans.” Frisk continued smiling.

“Wow. Heh, that’s pretty impressive. Alright, I suppose I’ll take the elevator up.” G started to stand up.

Frisk also stood up. “Don’t bother. He will be down here in a few moments anyway.”

“Huh?” G looked at Frisk.

“He always comes out at the same time. And that’s about 2-3 minutes from now.” Frisk explained. She started to walk away. “Good luck! And remember, you have neighbors now, if you ever want to chat.”

“Thanks,” G waved. “You should get into the psychic business or somethin’.”

Frisk laughed and walked away.

G sat back down and lit another cigarette. He checked his watch. Time was passing so slowly now, and he felt a bit of nervousness. ‘Heh, I’m nervous to meet myself,’ he thought, ‘how ironic.’

Right on time, Gaster stepped out of the building. G stood up, and as soon as he did, Gaster faced him. They both looked shocked. Neither of them could say anything. They just stood there, silent and staring for a few moments.

Finally, Gaster spoke up. “You made it here too, Sans.”

G looked down. “Yeah, I did, but then, well, G, the version of you and I fused together, needed a host. So here I am.” He looked back up. “I’m glad you’re here, though.”

Gaster smiled. “Well I am glad too. I was told by the people from the Underfell Universe that everyone so far has been found and are living on a cluster of islands near here. Would there be room for one more?”

G could have jumped for joy. “Of course! I actually uhh…need your help.”

“Help? With what?” Gaster asked.

“Let me show you,” G put his hand on Gaster’s shoulder and snapped his fingers. They were back on the island. G immediately started to head to the house, while Gaster followed.

Once in the house, G led Gaster to the room where Melinda was laying. She was on her back now, hooked up to monitors and an IV drip thanks to Alphys. G smiled a little. Regardless of how cold he was to her, she still helped out.

Gaster looked down. “A kindness soul.”

G’s eyes went wide. “You know that just by looking at her?”

Gaster smiled. “Sans, do you not remember a thing?”

G’s eyes narrowed. “Actually, no, I don’t. Such a funny thing to ask.”

Gaster nodded. “Ah, right. Memory loss due to the transition.” He looked back at Melinda. “Who is this, anyway?”

G looked at her as well. “My girlfriend. She owns these islands. Her name is Melinda. And yes, she is a kindness soul.”

Gaster leaned down and touched her forehead. “No fever, but she is a very powerful kindness soul. I’ve never seen one like it.”

“She has the magic of many Sanses from various alternate universes,” G sighed.

“Oh? And how did she get that?” Gaster didn’t look up from his patient.

“The transfer of power between Classic Sans and I.” G looked down.

“Hmm. Interesting.” Gaster seemed almost smug about it.

G got defensive. “Hey! No experimenting on her! We are going to help her, alright?”

Gaster stepped away and looked at G. “Sans. You know I will not harm her. I, too, want to help her. However, we need to see what went wrong with the transfer of power in order to solve the issue she is facing right now. Please do not allow your emotions to get in the way of our treatment.”

G sighed. “So I should sit this one out?”

Gaster nodded. “I think it would be best, unless you have a breakthrough that could help us.” He looked out the window. “Now, is there a place we can transport her, or will she remain here until we have one?”

“She is to remain here until a lab is built.” G said.

“Ah, alright. He continued looking around, but didn’t ask what he wanted to.

“I know what you are thinking.” G followed his gaze out the window. “You want to know where you will be staying. For now, I say here. We will need you close in case of an emergency.”

Gaster smiled. “You are good at reading people. Very nice.”

“Not as good as Fell Frisk,” G mumbled.

“Well, night will be approaching soon, Sans,” Gaster said. “I must return to the mainland for the night to get my things, but I will return soon.”

“Alright, thanks D- err…Gaster.” G said with a smile.

Gaster tilted his head and laughed. “You think because I am part of you, that you mustn’t call me ‘Dad’?”

G laughed nervously. “Yeah, something like that.”

“You may, Sans. You are still Sans to me.” Gaster put his hand on G’s shoulder. “Emotions mustn’t cloud your judgment.”

“Right,” G sighed. “Emotions.”

Gaster left, and G sat on the bed next to Melinda. He swept some hair away from her face. “Emotions,” he said. He sighed. He started thinking about Fell Frisk and Sans. Married and expecting a baby. “Heh…wonder if he was ever told not to show emotions.” He smiled a little. “You know, you’re someone I could see myself marrying. Actually, you’re the only one I could see myself getting married to. You’re the only one I want to get married to. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You are perfect, in every form.” His eyes filled with tears. “And I’m so sorry this had to happen to you.” He leaned in and kissed her forehead like he had the night before, a couple tears falling onto her face. He saw them. “Oh…s-sorry.” He choked out as more tears fell. He wiped the tears off of her face. “Please come back to me. I don’t tell you enough how much I love you. I know I should. But I don’t want to just tell you. I want to show you. I want to show you how much you mean to me, how much my life has changed because of you.” More tears fell. “I want to show you how much I don’t miss my old life. I’m glad that this is my life now. I’m glad that you are my life now. So please, come back.”

There was a knock on the door. “Sans?” G heard.

“Yeah?” G replied, wiping his eyes and trying to get his voice back.

“Are you alright?” Papyrus asked through the door.

“Y-yeah, bro. I’ll be right out.” G said. He looked at Melinda, then the monitor. He sighed again and kissed her cheek. “Sleep well, my love.” He stood up, walked out, and shut the door like she was just sleeping. He couldn’t accept the reality. He didn’t want to.

“Brother, your face is all red!” Papyrus exclaimed.

G sniffed a little. “Y-yeah…it’s nothing.”

“You’ve been crying!”

“I’m fine. This…it’s just taking an emotional toll on me, y’know?” G looked at the floor. “I’m uh, I’m gonna step outside for a few.” He started to head for the door.

“I’ll come with you,” Papyrus said.

“Uh, alright.” G wanted to be alone, but he understood why Papyrus wanted to be with him. Everyone on the island knew that G was still shocked by everything.

They stepped out, and G lit a cigarette.

“Since when do you smoke?” Papyrus asked.

“Since I became G,” G smiled a little.

“Sans must be screaming right now,” Papyrus laughed.

“Nah, he understands.” G looked up at the sky. The stars were out, and everything was beautiful. “Heh…I could sleep out here,” he smiled.

“Don’t you want to be in the bed with Melinda?” Papyrus asked.

“Yeah, I want to, but I’m not sure if I can be.” G replied. “I mean, she’s hooked up to machines and the works. I could move wrong or somethin’ and mess somethin’ up.”

Papyrus thought a moment. “Well, given what happened, Alphys and Undyne told Mettaton and me that we could stay with them for now, to give you and Melinda space. That could work out well if you need another room to sleep in.”

“Thanks bro, but I don’t wanna kick you out.” G kept looking up at the sky.

“You wouldn’t be! We are leaving by our own choice!” Papyrus smiled. “And I will do it with a smile on my face, for you, brother.”

G looked down at Papyrus. “Heh, thanks, bro. You can stay here tonight. I think I might be able to move the futon into the room so I can sleep there.”

Papyrus shook his head. “But I heard we had a new visitor, and he was going to be staying on the futon. You don’t want to have to move it twice!”

G sighed. “You’re right. But I want to be close to her.”

“Well, the futon is close to the room. You could go to the mainland tomorrow and get a small bed for that room. You could stay on the futon tonight.” Papyrus proclaimed proudly.

“Wow, you really thought this all out, huh?” G laughed a little. He puffed on his cigarette.

“Of course! I knew you would have her on your mind, not where you were going to be sleeping, so I wanted to be prepared. Papyrus is ALWAYS ready!” Papyrus smiled.

G hugged him unexpectedly, tears starting to fall again. “T-thank you, Papyrus.”

Papyrus also started to cry. “You’re welcome, Sans. We are all in this t-together.”

They let go of each other and went back inside. G laid down on the futon, and Papyrus went to his room.

G had just started to drift off when he heard Melinda’s voice. “Sans? G? Can you hear me?” There was a pause. “G? Are you there?”

G sat up straight. “Huh?” He got up and ran to the room. Melinda was still lying there, the same as before, still not awake. G cursed and laid down again. “My mind is playing tricks on me again.” He closed his eyes and finally fell asleep.

But again, that voice. It was in his dream. “G! Please! Answer me!”

“Melinda?” G called out in his dream.

Melinda came to him. Her eyes were grass green now, not the hazel color they used to be. They were the color of the kindness soul. “G! You made it. I’m so happy to see you!” She hugged him.

He hugged her back, but was confused. “Is this a dream?” He asked.

“Yes and no. It’s the only way I can communicate with you right now.” Melinda smiled up at him. “I can hear people talking in the room with me, but I can’t respond. This is the way I can respond to you, through telepathic messages in your dreams.”

G gasped a little. “So you know what’s going on.”

Melinda nodded. “Yes, I do. And I don’t know how long it will last. I don’t know how long it will take them to solve the problem. I may be asleep for a long time.”

G looked down. “I know.”

“No, no, G, look at me, or I may lose you.” Melinda touched his face. “Besides, I love looking into your beautiful golden eyes.”

G laughed. “Speaking of eyes, yours look different.”

“The color of kindness. Green. You like them?” Melinda smiled.

“Any color would look great on you.” G smiled back.

“Oh, you!” Melinda giggled and pulled her toward him. She whispered in his ear, “I heard what you said, about wanting to marry me.”

G started to sweat. “Y-you di-did?”

“Oh, what’s wrong? Cat’s got your tongue?” Melinda laughed. “I told you, I can hear everything that’s going on in the room, I just can’t respond. So yes, I heard it. And it was beautiful. And when the time comes, I would be honored to be the one to marry you.”

G blushed yellow a little and smiled. “Heh…good. Because I can’t imagine myself with anyone else.”

Melinda nodded. “Me either.” She kissed him gently. “Now, sleep. When I am more in tune with what’s going on, you will get another message from me. Be ready.”

G went wide eyed. “No! Don’t leave. Please.”

Melinda shook her head. “It takes a lot of energy to do this. Energy that Alphys and Gaster would argue I shouldn’t use. I just wanted to tell you that I can hear you. If you ever need anything answered, just ask, and I will visit you in your dreams. I will also alert you if something is going wrong, so you don’t have to sleep lightly and listen. Don’t worry, I will help you take care of me.” She pulled him closer again. “And thank you, for doing that, taking care of me. Just one of the many reasons I love you so much.”

G felt tears stream down his face. “I love you too.”

Melinda wiped them away. “Aww, Sansy, don’t cry, or I will too.” She kissed him again, and when the kiss was broken, she was gone.