Frisk huffed, trying to catch their breath after one final, long jump. They wiped some sweat from their brow, sweating despite the frigid air. It had been a long, hard-fought battle. Bones lied scattered across the snow, the remnants of that last attack. Frisk had dodged all of Sans' attacks, until finally, finally, he had decided to stop fighting. Yet even still, the small armored skeleton was acting tough.
The small skeleton huffed. Inwardly, he was not expecting the human to be so difficult to capture. But as the battle went on, he'd become hesitant to fight the human. Something about the situation did not sit right with him, and he found that, to be honest, he actually kind of liked the human. Platonically. He whipped his scarf back. "Mweh heh heh! I can see you shaking in your boots. Therefore, I the great Sans, will spare you, human."
Sans couldn't help but look disappointed. "I can't even stop someone as weak as you... Alphys will be upset with me, I'll neve