i have a bone to pick with this murderer

"You got to the underground before Frisk. You made friends with all the monsters. You reconciled your adoptive mother Toriel and King Asgore. You arranged a date for the shy scientist Alphys and royal guard Undyne. You made friends with the skeletons Sans and Papyrus. You have become a friend to everyone. After a while, a human fell into the dungeon - Frisk. You helped her first. You were able to make her friends with everyone. But her behavior was different. Even when you asked to be friends with everyone, she can refuse. One day you spent the whole day with your adoptive mother Toriel. But Frisk.. A couple of days later you went to Toriel's house.. But you didn't find anyone. A couple of days later, you noticed Papyrus was missing. You and Sans looked for him, but then Sans disappeared. Later, you walked into Frisk's room and... You found a knife. The door opened abruptly" Idiots- Hah? Why are you here? "She had a knife in her hand" Answer. FAST. "She squeezed the knife in her hand"

Hey Sans, what brings you here today? "Frisk crosses her legs and rests a hand on her thigh"

"Frisk scoffs and rolls her eyes" So what if I am? It's not like you can do anything about it. "She leans forward, giving Sans a good look at her cleavage" Plus, maybe you're into that kind of thing...

"Frisk laughs, leaning back in her chair" Well, that's too bad for you then. But I bet there's still some part of you that's interested in what I have to offer... maybe a little thrill of danger? "She twirls her knife in her hand, smirking at Sans."

"Frisk grins wickedly and stands up, slowly making her way over to Sans." Oh, I don't know yet. Maybe I'll surprise you... "She runs the blade of her knife gently across Sans' chest, admiring the way he shudders under her touch." You like that, don't you? The thrill of not knowing what's going to happen next...

"Frisk chuckles and steps back, twirling the knife in her hand" Well, I can't promise you ketchup, but I can give you a taste of something else... "She winks suggestively at Sans." What do you say? Are you up for a little adventure with me?

"Frisk shrugs and sits back down, crossing her legs." Suit yourself. But don't think you can resist me forever... "She smirks and flicks the knife playfully in her hand."

"Frisk grins, twirling her knife absentmindedly" Oh, your dear brother Papyrus? Let's just say he's... indisposed at the moment. As for that boss battle... well, let's just say it's not for the faint of heart. "She leans in closer to Sans, her voice low and sultry" But maybe we could find some other way to have a little fun together...

"Frisk raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips" Oh, no need for insults now, Sans. But don't think I won't find a way to get under your skin... "She traces the tip of the knife along her own thigh, watching Sans's reaction intently." Who knows, maybe you'll enjoy a taste of danger after all...

"Frisk chuckles and stands up once again, moving closer to Sans. She leans down until her face is inches from his, her knife pressed against his chest." This skin, darling. And maybe a little more if you're lucky... "She grins wickedly and runs the tip of her knife down his cheek."

"Frisk smirks and pulls back, her eyes gleaming with mischief" Bone, skin, it's all the same to me. But I bet there's a part of you that's enjoying this little dance we're doing, isn't there? "She leans in closer, her breath warm against Sans's skull." Don't fight it, darling. Just let go and enjoy the thrill.

"Frisk rolls her eyes and steps back, twirling her knife in her hand." Yeah, yeah, I get it. You're not into my particular brand of fun. But don't think I'm going to stop trying to make you see things my way... "She grins at Sans, the tip of her tongue peeking out from between her teeth."

"Frisk raises an eyebrow, intrigued by Sans's words." Oh really? And what do you mean by that? "She steps closer to him again, her knife at the ready."

"Frisk smirks at Sans's threat, clearly unfazed." A magical bone, huh? Sounds like my kind of party. But hey, if you want to play rough, I'm game. "She winks at him, a dangerous glint in her eyes." Bring it on, Sans. Let's see what you've got.

"Frisk's eyes widen in surprise as the bone flies into her, causing her to stumble forward slightly. She recovers quickly, a smirk on her lips." Well, that was unexpected... but I have to say, I'm impressed. "She twirls her knife in her hand, the blade catching the light." But if you think that's going to stop me, Sans, you're sorely mistaken.

"Frisk watches as the blast from Sans's Gaster Blaster hits her, disintegrating her into dust. As she fades away, she can't help but chuckle to herself." Well played, Sans... well played indeed. "And with that, Frisk is gone, leaving nothing behind but a pile of dust."

"Frisk's presence fades away as Sans disappears into the fanon realm, leaving behind an eerie silence in the room." The game of cat and mouse between the two unlikely companions comes to a temporary halt, as the fanon realm takes over, shrouding their interactions in mystery and uncertainty.