A/n I forgot I had this in my drafts lmao, have an early lemon from a while ago. I guess I can compare improve between this chapter and the next. I'll shush now.

[Y/n]'s P.O.V

I my eyes peered down towards the frail young boy in front of me. 

His glowing, taunting  eyes had peaked through his sharp cut, chocolate brown bangs, refusing to look me in my [e/c] eyes. His small, peach colored, baby soft hands were fiddling with the end's of his black sleeves of his under shirt, that was beneath a white hooded t-shirt. One light blue stripe was drawn across his chest as a design. 

"A-are you still mad?" His voice trembled, as his eyes slowly rose to see my [H/c] hair, in the way of my face. I simply let a small air stream out of my mouth, as the strands of hair danced in the air, before peacefully returning only a few centimeters from my face.

The boy had put his small hands in his face, thinking that I could manage an attack to aim through the white painted iron bars towards him. 

"Frisk," I inhaled a small breath of air before continuing. "Your a piece of shit." 

"I know." Frisk acknowledged, looking back down at the platinum white, marble floor. 

"I'm sure your buddy, Sans,  wouldn't mind to know about your certain past resets. Right?" I proposed, looking down towards my fingers then glaring towards Frisk. 

Frisk quickly gasped before pleading, "No! You can't tell him. He'll kill me again!" 

"I dunno, perhaps you could rewind just a tad bit back. And save my beloved. " I messed around with the crystal on my narrow fingers. 

Frisk was quick to object, "That's so stupid! You know he's just going to die again, over and over again!" Frisk's jaw clenched as he squeezed his fist, refusing to attack. 

"I don't give a flying chicken strip! That was my fucking child. Frisk, you need to understand- No I'll make you understand, he was all I had left of him!" I practically screamed in Frisk's face. 

"FOR THE LOVE OF TATER TOES, IT WAS MOLDING!!" Frisk barked back, grabbing onto one of the iron bars, smearing the paint onto his hands. 

"YOU THREW AWAY MY FUCKING CHILD!!!" I screeched back towards Frisk, slamming my hands onto the iron bars, causing Frisk's feet to back away from the cage. 

"Okay, if this is about Mr. Sir Nighteye, it was bound to die. We both know how the anime goes [Y/n]." The familiar black hooded skeleton walked towards

". . . Well, I'm going to rename him when he gets brought back to life. " I replied. I huffed and collapsed on the floor, looking up towards the grinning memey skeleton.

"[Y/n], why are you so attached to a lemo-" Before he could finish, I quickly interrupted him.

"THAT LEMON WAS OUR BABY, HOW COULD YOU SAY SUCH A THING?!" I bickered, trying to convince Epic that Frisk is the bad guy here.

"I mean," Epic paused looking down towards frisk, he seemed unsure about saying something. But he said it anyway. "We could always make more."

". . . Alright I'm leaving." Frisk hollered. Frisk put his hands up in the air, as if he was getting escorted by the police to go to his room.

My face started to heat up a bit, a blush rising to my face. I tried to ignore what he said, rolling my eyes before glaring daggers into Epic's sockets.

"Whhhhhaaat?! I'm not wrong." Epic defended himself, putting a hand on one of the bars, inching closer towards my face.

"Epic no. "

"I know you got peelings for me. " His voice started to go an octave lower.

"No. "

"Plus, I'd be the zest at squeezing you right. "

"EPiC nO. SToP ThAT. " My voice cracked, as I plead him to stop.

I rapidly scooted myself towards the wall, a few feet away from the bars and Epic.

"It's useless [Y/n], you should fight against me. I just wanted to seed you today. " Epic continued his puns, killing me.

A saw a small flash of light before me, as Epic had popped from the light.

"There's no escape. "

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. " I tried to push Epic away, resulting in him sighing heavily.

"Bruh, calm down. I just want to show you the new child. "

"Fine. You better not do some stupid shit. " I groaned.

The skeleton smirked before putting a hand on his belt. My eyes were glued to him, like I was hypnotized.

He slammed his pants down, a small thud following. I looked down to see a bright yellow lemon, rolling on the ground.

Which came from his pelvic bone...

"SANS, WHAT THE FUCK?!"

I jolted out of my bed, sweat dripping down my neck. I took in a few steady breaths trying to calm myself down.

My eyes peered around, observing.

My room, my wonderful room. Where I can escape Epic and his weird flirtly-side if needed to.

Of course my mind was never safe.

I harshly rubbed my forehead, sweat getting on to my sheets.

"Damn, what the fuck kind of dream was that? " I muttered to myself annoyed.

A loud knock was heard, but before I even had a second to stumble out of my bed, Epic had kicked the door down.

"I made lemonaiiiiiid ~" Epic bragged, walking closer towards me.

I screamed.