Honestly, a lot of writers mess up by making Sans too overtly sentimental. He's a dude who expresses care through bad jokes and subtly steering you away from danger, not through heart-to-hearts. The dialogue improves when you remember he’s perpetually tired, mentally juggling timelines. His words should sometimes feel like he’s talking to you from three conversations ahead. For Frisk, giving them a voice is tricky but crucial—make it quiet, determined, and a little weary from carrying the weight of the timeline. Their dialogue should often be reactions to Sans, pushing against his deflections gently but persistently. The magic happens in that push-and-pull, not in them both just stating their feelings.
I see a lot of focus on getting the puns right, which is fine, but the emotional core gets lost. What worked for me was treating their dialogues like a series of layered games. Sans is always testing, probing without seeming to. A line like 'you look like you’ve seen a ghost. too on the nose? heh.' isn't just a pun; it's a check-in on Frisk's mental state, wrapped in a joke. Frisk's responses, even if simple, need to show they understand the game. Maybe they play along, or maybe they bluntly state 'I'm tired of jokes, Sans,' which forces him out of his comfort zone. That shift in power dynamic—where the often-silent child calls out the ancient, knowledgeable skeleton—creates incredible tension. It also helps to vary the pacing; let some scenes be rapid-fire pun battles, others just two people sitting in silence, communicating through shared memories of resets only they know.
Reading through dozens of Sans and Frisk fics made me notice the ones that really nail dialogue treat their established dynamic as a foundation, not a cage. Sans isn't just 'lazy skeleton with puns' here; his humor often serves as deflection, a way to keep Frisk or the reader at arm's length while he calculates. Good writers let that guard slip at key moments, maybe a pun falling flat or a sudden, weary silence that says more than a monologue. Frisk, often a silent protagonist, gets voice through implication—how Sans interprets their few words, the weight of their choices reflected in his responses. It’s less about writing witty banter and more about writing around the spaces between words, where the history of resets and Genocide runs hangs thick in the air.
The best trick I’ve stolen is to write a scene straight through Sans’s perspective first, dialogue only, then rewrite it from Frisk’s imagined internal monologue. It exposes where the subtext isn’t lining up, where Sans might be misreading a gesture, and that tension is pure gold for this ship. Don’t be afraid to let conversations go awkward or trail off; their relationship, especially post-pacifist, is built on a mountain of unsaid things. A simple 'heh.' after a loaded question can devastate more effectively than three paragraphs of angst.
Focus on subtext. Sans talks around things. Frisk often doesn't talk much at all. The dialogue shines in what's left unsaid, in the pauses between the puns. Read it aloud; if it sounds like two people explaining their relationship to the reader, scrap it. It should sound like two survivors circling a shared trauma, sometimes with humor, sometimes with a heavy quiet.
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"Sadly, I don't seem to know what 'stop' means. You made the idea of being someone's boyfriend sound so great now I don't think I wanna stop."
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That, he wasn't sure he could do that. Not even when he realized Adrian was his enemy's son. He needed Adrian, either to break him or to make him.
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According to the rules of his world, he wasn't allowed to develop romantic feelings for anyone in the story. However, the moment he saw me, he fell in love. And every time his heart stirred for me, he suffered pain so intense it felt as if his soul were being torn apart. He endured it ninety-nine times.
Then, one day, I was kidnapped by a rival mafia family and taken to South Merica, where I suffered brutal torture. Yet somehow, I managed to escape and hide in a basement.
As I listened to my enemies raging outside and searching for me, I quickly used the secret method Lucien had taught me to contact the world beyond this one. The connection worked, and through it, I overheard a conversation between Lucien and one of his friends from the other world.
“Lucien, I thought Olivia was the person you loved most! How could you arrange for your enemies to kidnap her?”
Lucien's voice was calm and detached. “I didn't have a choice. If I hadn't done it, then Emily Carter would've suffered in this storyline instead. She’s only a supporting character. She would’ve died.
“But Olivia is the protagonist. The storyline will protect her. Once this story’s mission is completed, I'll finally be able to stay in this world forever. And when that happens, I'll make it up to Olivia."
Tears streamed down my face. My heart felt as if it had been ripped apart, leaving behind nothing but pain and despair.
So, when my enemies finally smashed open the basement door, I didn't struggle or run.
Love is something to never be ashamed of, it's okay to fall in love even if that person is someone of the same sex.
That's the way I feel towards the person who showed me how to love.
I love him, I want him and I want to hold him but the problem is... His married.
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The more Adrian pushes him away, the more determined Lucas becomes to uncover every secret hidden behind those emotionless gray eyes.
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The way those stories frame their connection always circles back to that impossible choice Sans faces. He's a being who understands the fundamental rules of his reality, who's seen every timeline, and he's jaded to the point of apathy. Then this kid, Frisk, shows up and defies every prediction. They choose mercy, they choose to befriend rather than fight.
A lot of fics I've read get stuck on the puns and the goofy skeleton trope, but the deeper ones dig into the horror of Sans's knowledge. His friendship isn't born from simple liking; it's a desperate, weary grasp at a shred of meaning he thought was lost. He's not just being a cool bro; he's clinging to this anomaly that proved him wrong about the world's nature. The stories that nail it show Frisk quietly carrying the weight of that—knowing their friendship is a lifeline for someone who gave up hoping for one.
You see it in the quiet moments those writers create: Sans staring at a snowball fight with an expression Frisk can't quite read, or a throwaway line about timelines that hangs in the air long after the joke ends.
Alright, diving into Sans and Frisk for the first time can feel intimidating because there's so much established lore, but honestly, that's the fun part. You don't need to replicate the game's exact vibe right away.
For a beginner, I'd say scrap the idea of a grand, multi-chapter epic. Start with a oneshot that zeroes in on a single, quiet moment the game never showed. Maybe Frisk finally asks Sans why he never sleeps, or Sans catches them trying to make spaghetti in the Ruins. The dialogue is where these two shine—Sans's laid-back puns masking something heavier, Frisk's silent-but-expressive communication. Don't worry about nailing the 'voice' perfectly on draft one; you'll find it as you write.
Most important thing? Decide your take on Frisk. Are they a curious kid, a weary time-traveler, or something else? That choice shapes every interaction. Post it somewhere low-pressure, like a dedicated Tumblr sideblog, and see what folks think. The Undertale fandom's pretty welcoming to new writers.