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“-A deranged monster skeleton is on the loose. Authorities are urging citizens to keep an eye out for a large skeleton with a cracked hole across his head. He was last seen wearing a white shirt and blue shirts with a blue jacket. His weapon of choice is an axe. If seen, do not engage. This monster possesses dangerously powerful magic. If spotted, immediately contact your local authorities-.” 

Your thumb pressed on the off button on the remote while your roommate whined at the sudden blank screen. 

“I was watching that.” Robin whined, hugging the couch pillow closer to her chest. 

“You know those kinds of things give you nightmares.” You pointed out, setting the remote back down on the coffee table in front of the couch. “Plus, it’s your turn to do the dishes tonight.” 

“Can’t you do them, for me?” She begged, her doe brown eyes turning into puppy dog eyes, even sticking her bottom lip out for added effect. You rolled your eyes at the familiar display. She did this every time. 

“I’ve done the dishes the last four times.” You reminded her, crossing your arms over your chest and tapping your foot impatiently. With a long drawn out sigh, Robin dragged herself off the couch, tossing the pillow behind her. It landed on the floor. Another thing you would have to pick up. 

“You’re lucky I like you so much.” Robin sniped out as she passed by you. You just let out a sigh as she drifted past you to the kitchen. You heard the sound of water running and let out another sigh, this one of relief. Your job here was done. Robin was, finally , doing a chore. Fuck, you really needed to move out. 

Looking back at the tv where the news cast was playing, a small tinge of worry flickering in your chest. You let out a chuckle, quickly brushing away those worries. It was unlikely that a deranged killer would come to your town. You were confident you were safe here. 

How very wrong you were. 

*****

A clatter had you bolting up from your bed, a groan already leaving your lips. Rubbing at your eyes, you blinked your blurry vision into submission before looking at the clock beside you. Two seventeen read on the clock, causing a much louder and annoyed groan to leave her lips. Another, louder clatter sounded from Robin’s room. She just couldn’t go one night without bringing someone to her bed. 

Struggling out of your bed, you started slipping on a pair of pants before walking over to the wall that connected both of your rooms and slapping your hand against it several times. 

“Keep it down, would you?” You hollered, right before the room went deathly quiet. That was a first. Usually, Robin and her partner(s) would keep going, not minding that they had an audience. You gave a hum of approval though, pleased she was finally starting to listen to you. Since you were awake anyways, you padded outside your room to the kitchen to grab a drink. Stretching out as you did, you let out a tired groan. 

Hearing footsteps behind you, you ignored Robin in favor of reaching up into the cupboard to grab a glass. 

“Stop bringing people to the apartment if you’re going to be making so much noise.” You said, finally latching onto the glassware. Cup in hand, you walked over to the sink to get some water. An annoyed groan left your lips. “I told you to do the dishes! Not some of them, all of them.” Silence greeted you and when you looked behind you, you saw only darkness. Robin must have gone back to her room. With a sigh, you resolved to do the dishes tomorrow morning. 

After finishing your drink, you walked back to your room. Discarding your pajama pants, you crawled back into bed, under the covers. Completely unaware a singular red eyelight was watching you. 

*****

He crept into the bedroom, axe over his shoulder, already dripping with blood. But it was hungry for more. More blood. More dust. More flesh and skin and pain. Reaching up, Sans gripped his empty socket and tugged as he made his way across the room to his newest victim. A new friend for Papyrus. 

He’ll send you to Papyrus. 

Papyrus would have so many friends when Sans was done. 

That was always his little bro’s wish. Sans wasn’t doing anything bad. He was a good big brother, making Papyrus’ wish come true. 

After Papyrus had died, things got fuzzy for Sans. He was never sure where he was or what he was doing. He just knew he had to give Papyrus more friends. So he wouldn’t get lonely. 

Stopping just beside your bed, Sans watched you sleep, a tinge of amusement in his one working eyelight. It had been hilarious watching you from the kitchen, you were completely unaware he was there. Crouching down, he watched your sleeping face. Your lips twitched up into a smile. Sans blinked, confusion cutting through the bloodlust fog. Smiling at him? Papyrus’ friends don’t smile at him. They scream and cry and beg. 

Sans kept watching you, axe laying forgotten on his shoulder. 

Were you one of Papyrus’ friends? 

But you smiled at Sans. 

“I told you to do the dishes! Not some of them, all of them.”

You had said that to Sans. Sans was lazy when it came to chores. Did he live here? With you and the other one? But there were only two rooms. Ahh, but you had smiled at Sans. 

Were you his girlfriend? 

That made sense. You weren’t one of Papyrus’ friends, you were his girlfriend. That made sense. He had forgotten to do all the dishes, you told him to do the rest of the dishes. Papyrus used to tell Sans to always listen to his datemate whenever he got one. 

Sans got up, moving from your room to the kitchen. He sat down his axe on the table before moving to the sink. 

He finished cleaning the dishes. Like you had asked him to. 

*****

“Come on Robin, we’re going to be late!” You snapped, banging your fist on her door. You were her ride and you were getting very tempted to leave her ass home. At least she had finished those dishes you had asked her to do. But you knew she had gone into your room last night without permission. There was red paint all over your carpet and she was the only artistic person in this household. You had even had to wipe some up from the table. 

“I’m coming in!” You yelled, turning the doorknob, silently praying she and her company weren't naked. Opening the door, the first thing that hit her was the smell, an overwhelming rusty smell. You gagged at the overpowering scent of it. Fumbling for the light, you flicked it on, shuddering as something wet coated your fingers. Gods you hoped that wasn’t any sexual fluids. Bringing your hand up, you looked closely at your fingers. 

“More paint?” You said, confusion coloring your voice before you raised your head to peer inside your roommates room. Red was everywhere, smeared across the walls, staining the carpet, completely coating the bed. Breath suddenly coming out in sharp pants, you stepped inside the room, confused and mildly dazed. That confusion came to a sudden halt as you finally found your roommate. 

She was laid out on the bed, eyelids cut off and mouth gaped open in a terrified scream. Your eyes drifted lower right before you doubled over and threw up, gagging vile onto the carpet below. She was cut into pieces. Head, arms, legs, all chopped off and placed back into order. 

Like an offer. 

You started screaming. 

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“Thank you for your time ma’am. Do you have someplace you could stay for the time being while we investigate the apartment?” You stared at the officer blankly, clinging onto the blanket someone had draped around your shoulders. You stared for several minutes before slowly nodding. 

“Yeah, yeah, my cousin’s place.” Your voice sounded far away as you looked down and just stared at the ground. The officer reached out, grabbing hold of your shoulder and giving a squeeze. 

“We’ll find the sick bastard who did this.” He promised, looking close to tears himself. It was just so grotesque. So horrible. And for a young woman like you to have seen something like that, it just broke the officer’s heart. 

“Yeah.” You said blankly, still staring at the ground. Shock could do funny things to a human. 

“You have my number if you need anything or remember anything important.” The officer said, drifting away from you to go talk to his partner. You lifted your legs up before wrapping your arms around them, mind feeling like static. You blinked back tears, unable to believe it. Robin was dead. 

And that wasn’t even the worst part, Robin being dead was bad enough but the officer had said she had died at around ten last night. But you had heard something early this morning. You had heard footsteps behind you. Someone had been in the apartment long after Robin had died. 

“That must have been the killer, you’re very lucky to be alive right now.” The police officer had said. But you had just shivered at the words. You had almost died. You had talked to a serial killer and hadn’t even noticed. You were completely vulnerable and had almost died. Another shudder ran through you and you gripped the blanket tighter, more tears pricking your eyes. 

You had almost died. 

‘ Why didn’t I die? ’ A small part of your brain wondered and you latched onto that question. 

Why? 

*****

Why why why? Sans watched your car pull into an unfamiliar house, watched as you opened your trunk, watched as you started dragging suitcases to the door, watched as some woman greeted you at the door with a tight long hug. 

Sans watched this all with a buzz of confusion surrounding him. The police had kicked you out of your apartment after finding Papyrus’ newest friend. So Sans assumed you would come stay with him. He had spent all day setting up a room for you. He watched, eyelight flickering between you and the woman. His hand reached up and clung to his dead socket, pulling and cracking. Everything was going fuzzy again. But he didn’t like fuzzy. Fuzzy was filled with dust and blood and screams and manic laughing. 

He preferred looking at you rather than going fuzzy again. 

He’d find Papyrus new friends after he had you settled back at his place. 

So why were you here ? Did you not know where Sans lived? 

Sans let out a soft chuckle. Of course ! Sans was so forgetful. He had forgotten to tell you where he lives. You didn’t know so you didn’t know where to go. You were probably waiting for Sans to come get you. You had even found a new friend for Papyrus. His eyelight locked on the new woman, a smile stretching across his skull as his mind went fuzzy again. 

*****

“Thank you so much for letting me stay here on such late notice.” You said, gratefully handing her one of your heavy suitcases as she reached out a hand to help. Your cousin, Lily, sent you a sad sympathetic smile as she started dragging the suitcase into her apartment. 

“I’d have to be completely heartless not to let you stay at my place after-“ Lily grimaced. “- that happened. Stay as long as you need.” She urged, dragging the suitcase past a nice sized kitchen into a small room filled with boxes. A bed frame sat in the middle of the room and a bare inflatable mattress sat on top of it. 

“Sorry it’s not much.” Lily said, shoving a few boxes aside as she maneuvered the suitcases into the room. Putting the suitcases in the corner, she grabbed a few boxes on her way out. “This room was for storage, I was putting these boxes in the attic for now.” She said over her shoulder, walking out of the room. 

“I’ll help.” You offered, going to pick up a box. Lily was suddenly putting down her own load and rushing back to you. “No no no, please don’t! You sit down and relax, let me take care of all this for you.” At her urging, you slowly put the box down. She gave a relieved smile before going back to move boxes. 

You sat down on the inflatable mattress, feeling awkward as you watched Lily work alone. You supposed you should get used to people treating you like broken glass for the time being. You had gone through something traumatic, but that didn’t mean you liked being tiptoed around. Honestly, the more people tried to make you feel comfortable, the more uncomfortable you became. You just wanted to be treated like normal. 

“All done!” Lily declared, dusting her hands off on her pants. You looked around the, slightly bigger, room. There was a dresser in the corner you hadn’t noticed when you first came in. It must have been partially hidden by boxes. 

“Now, how about I order your favorite?” Lily said, already grabbing out her phone. You just sighed, already knowing you weren’t going to eat. How could you eat when you felt sick to your stomach? Those images of Robin just wouldn’t go away. Her head, the blood everywhere, the smell- you had to shove those thoughts away, clinging to yourself as you doubled over. Lily made a sound of alarm, repocketing her phone as she wrapped her arms around you. 

“Shhh, it’s okay, shh.” Lily said soothingly, patting your back as you hiccuped and sobbed. “I’m here (Y/n,) I’m here.” 

“It’s not okay!” Your voice sounded hysterical as Lily started gently rocking your side to side. “It’s not, it’s really not. Robin’s de-dead. And it was right next to me. And the killer- I talked- I talked to the killer and I didn’t know. I really didn’t know. And it could have been me and I’m so so so scared Lily. I’m so scared.” You sobbed out that last sentence, arms finally coming up to latch onto Lily. Your cousin just kept mumbling soft words of comfort and rocking you gently side to side. 

Your sobs and sniffles eventually died down, until you were relatively calm again. Lily pulled back, looking you over. You ducked your head in embarrassment. 

“I think it’s a little late to call in an order now.” She stated before reaching up and ruffling your hair. “How about some microwaveable pizza instead?” 

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Sans watched and waited, keeping to the trees just across the road from the apartment you were staying at. He waited so patiently. He was a very patient monster. He waited until all the lights were out. And then he waited some more. 

Then he stepped into the void before stepping through into the apartment. His head was already snapped to a closed door, he could smell you in there. He walked over, slowly, being careful not to wake you up. Sans wanted to surprise you by bringing you home while you slept. It would be so cute to see you look confused and then delighted. He placed a hand on the door, knowing you were on the other side. 

And then he took a step back before materializing his axe in his hand. Before he could take you home, Sans needed to send Papyrus a new friend. It was a friend picked out by you, it would be rude not to. So he drifted through the apartment, looking for that other woman. He paused as he passed through the kitchen. That urge to look for food rearing up in him. 

Sans ignored it, drifting from room to room, opening up every door he could find, until finally he came to the woman’s door. Opening it up, he slowly approached the bed. The woman was sleeping peacefully. That was nice. Sans didn’t like it when they were awake. The screaming hurt his head and made his mind even more fuzzy. 

This was better. 

Bringing the axe up over his head, Sans watched the woman with an almost soft expression. 

“say hi to my bro for me.” He whispered, bringing the axe down to chop cleanly through her throat. Her eyes popped open, mouth gaped wide as her body twitched and flailed, flopping like a dying fish on land. Blood gushed from her throat, soaking the bed she had been laying on and spraying the wall behind her. Sans watched this, grin growing. Then he raised his axe up high, after she had finally stopped jerking around, and aimed it at her arm. He brought down, cutting through bone and flesh with a sickening thunk. 

He prepared the other arm and the two legs as well, grin growing with every strike of his axe on flesh. It was a familiar and nostalgic feeling, leaving him longing for the good old days. Him and Paps in a dying world. Ahh, but Sans didn’t have you back then, now did he? Finished with the job, Sans turned and left the room, off to find you now. 

*****

You woke up gasping for air, sucking it in like you had been choking. Your wild eyes flashed around the room, heart pounding in your chest. At the sight of the room you were borrowing from Lily, your heart started calming itself down. Your legs came up and you loosely wrapped your arms around them, letting out a tired sigh. You had been told you would experience nightmares. Thankfully you had an appointment with a therapist this weekend. 

You took in deep breaths, letting it out slowly, letting the nightmares drift from your mind. Reaching under your pillow, you drew out your phone and clicked it on. Two thirty-four. An uneasy ball of nerves settled in your stomach. This scene felt too familiar. You shuddered at the thought before slowly leaving your warm borrowed bed. 

There was no reason to be afraid, you were fine, Lily was fine, everything was fine. Taking several deep breaths, you left the room you were staying in to go find Lily. She would calm your nightmarish fears. As you got close to the room, your nose wrinkled, a somewhat familiar rusty scent coming from the room. You grit your teeth in frustration. You were just imagining that. 

Reaching across, you laid your hand on the doorknob. 

Right before someone behind you wrapped their arms around you. You let out a surprised huff of breath, heart hammering in your chest as you felt what felt like a chin rest on the top of your head. This couldn’t be Lily. Whoever this was was much taller than you or Lily, and much bigger. 

“don’t go in there. you’ll start crying again.” An unfamiliar voice said, causing a chill to run down your spine. The voice was deep and rough. And still so unfamiliar. 

“Who-?” You breathed out right as a hand reached over and started turning you to face the newcomer. You looked up into a singular red glowing eye before your eyes widened and your mouth gaped open. You wanted to scream but found you were frozen to the spot like a deer stuck in headlights. 

A skull greeted your eyes, along with it a cracked hole. A white shirt, blue shorts, and a blue jacket. He was just as described on tv. The Butcher. A serial killer. The one the police had suspected killed Robin. And he was standing right in front of you. 

You felt dizzy. 

He wrapped his arms back around you, causing you to finally find your voice as you let out a sound of alarm as he wrapped you into a hug. You shivered at how easily he lifted you off your feet as he squeezed you gently against him. He rubbed his smooth boned cheek against your own, letting out what sounded like a gruntled purr. 

“i missed you sweetheart.” 

*****

You aren’t saying anything, just stiff in Sans’ arms. You were shaking so badly too. Were you cold? Or maybe sick? New environments could be stressful to some people. Which is why it was best if you came to live with him. The police wouldn’t be able to find you where he lived. They couldn’t ask you questions that made you cry and get upset anymore. 

Papyrus and him had made a nice little house in the middle of a forest when they first got to the surface. Well, it was mostly Papyrus. Sans spent most of the time napping or annoying his bro with puns. Sans chuckled at that memory, noticing how you flinched when he did. He crooked his head in confusion. Did you think he was mad at you? 

“it’s okay sweetheart.” Sans said, giving you one last squeeze before setting you down to look you over. You certainly looked scared. Your eyes were wide and you looked about ready to start crying. Had those police officers been mean to you? They had started getting on Sans nerves too. “you okay love, you’re shaking.” Sans mumbled, reaching out a hand to cup your cheek. 

“Where-?” You breathed out, breath coming in pants. “Where’s Li-lily?”

“lily?” Sans tilted his head, confusion flickering in his eyelight before they flashed with recognition. “the woman? paps’ new friend? she’s with paps now. but don’t worry, her head came clean off so it was quick and painless.” 

A strange strangled groan left your lips as your eyelids fluttered shut. Sans barely had time to react before catching your sudden listless body. You hung limp in his arms and his soul fluttered with panic. You hadn’t gone to see Papyrus, had you? He lifted you up, pressing an ‘ear’ to your chest. Sans let out a sigh of relief at the steady, if not somewhat fast, heartbeat thumping from your chest. 

You had just fallen asleep again, probably really tired. 

Sans had wanted to take you home while you were asleep to surprise you. 

Now he could. 

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You woke up slowly, every time you tried to drag yourself to wake up fully, your brain would sort of turtle back into itself, causing you to drift back under. It was like you were scared to wake up. You didn’t want to acknowledge something that was there. You knew there was something waiting for you when you woke up, but you still refused to actually wake up. 

So you drifted between sleep and awake, just enjoying the peace and calm that came with it. That all came to a halt though when your ears finally registered something, a soft sort of growling in your ear. You stiffened up, body slowly waking up as you started becoming more aware of your surroundings. 

Firstly, you noticed something heavy had you pinned to what felt like a bed. You also noticed something laying right next to you, or rather, someone. Peeling open your eyes, you turned your head and immediately bit down on your tongue to keep from screaming. 

It was the serial killer, The Butcher. And at the sight of him, the previous night’s memories came flooding back, making you dizzy as you were bombarded by several emotions. Grief and fear were the two biggest ones. Lily, poor sweet Lily. She had been so kind, offering you a room to stay in. Who knew such an innocent offer would lead to her untimely demise. You choked back a sob, not wanting to wake the sleeping beast. 

Shifting around, you realized the thing keeping you pinned to the bed was The Butcher’s arm. You carefully tried shifting out from underneath it, holding your breath as he made a huff in his sleep. Looking back at his blank sockets, you noticed his face was furrowed as if he were in pain. You looked away, trying once more, more carefully, to shimmy your way out from under his arms. You had gotten to the edge of the bed, his hand just barely draped on you, feet already yearning to touch the ground below. 

When without warning, The Butcher grabbed you, wrapping both arms around you and pressing you close to his chest. You let loose a terrified scream, kicking and struggling against him as he pressed his teeth against the back of your neck in a chaste kiss. 

“shh, sweetheart. it’s just me. it’s okay.” The Butcher mumbled out sleepily, his words doing nothing to calm your frenzied struggle to get out of his hold. Still, his arms were locked around you with an iron grip. No matter how hard you struggled, you couldn’t wiggle your way out of his hold. And he had both of your arms pinned when he wrapped his own around you. You eventually gave up, panting and huffing for breath, acutely aware of the giant skeleton monster behind you. 

You shuddered as you waited for him to commit whatever cruel and painfully plan he had for you. Your head and limbs cut off like some sort of offering. Your blood on display for everyone to see. You couldn’t help the tears rolling down your cheeks in rivets as you imagined all sorts of gruesome acts in store for you. 

As you waited though, you became aware of the noises behind you. A soft inhale and exhale of air. You shifted, noticing that while the arms still caged you in place, they had grown lack. The Butcher had fallen back asleep. This made you relax, but only just a smidge. You were still trapped. You still didn’t know where you were. 

At that thought, your eyes wandered around the room you were in. The walls were painted a dark depressing blue. There was a dresser and what looked like a closet on The Butcher’s side. There was a door on your side. Although any hopes of sneaking away while The Butcher slept were dashed at the sight of the door. It had a great big bolt lock on it. 

With your hopes dashed, you stared at the door as minutes ticked by. 

You waited for The Butcher to wake up and kill you. 

*****

He woke up with a startle, squeezing you tightly to his chest before he was even fully awake. A yelp from you made him loosen his grip immediately, afraid he had hurt you. His eyelight came to life as he watched you struggle in his hold. Aww, were you mad that he had squeezed you? So cute. With a yawn, Sans sat up, dragging you upwards with him. Your hair stuck up, tickling his nose. He huffed in amusement at that, causing you to flinch. 

Sans frowned. You sure were jumpy today. He turned you around to face him, watching you shiver under his gaze. He reached up a hand, gently caressing your cheek. You jumped as his touch, causing his frown to deepen. 

“what’s wrong sweetheart?” Sans asked, concern coloring his voice. You looked up at him fully, expression almost bewildered. 

“You’re- you’re The Butcher.” You whispered, causing an annoyed snort from Sans. That stupid little nickname the police had come up with. How annoying. 

“yeah sweetheart, but you call me sans. silly.” He leaned forward, causing you to freeze up in place. Pressing his teeth against your lips, he ran his tongue over them once before drawing back. You seemed shocked, staring at Sans in disbelief. He snorted again. Was it so weird for a boyfriend to kiss his girlfriend?

“Where am I?” You asked, as soon as you had shaken off that shocked expression of yours. 

“home.” Sans replied simply. You were so silly, did you not recognize Sans’ room. When was the last time you were here? Sans frowned, trying to remember. He quickly gave up, discarding the attempt. 

“Are you-?” You started before swallowing thickly. “Are you going to kill me?” You asked, your whole body trembling along with the question. 

“no, no, no, is that what you’re worried about?” Sans said, crouching over you to cup your adorable little face. “no, i won’t send you to paps. it’s okay, you don’t have to leave me. paps will understand.” He said soothingly. 

“you’re my girlfriend after all.” 

*****

You froze at those words, blinking in surprise and shock as you finally pinpointed the expression on that skeleton’s face. He was gazing at you with complete and utter adoration. Looking at you like you were the most precious jewel in the world. He was deranged and completely delusional. You were absolutely terrified of him and what he could do to you. That’s why, without hesitation, you gazed back up at and gave a weak watery smile. 

“Ye-yeah, I am.” You said, forcing as much cheerfulness in your voice as you could, even as your voice shook with barely restraint fear. If what was keeping you from ending up like Robin or Lily, was this creep believing you were his girlfriend, you’d play along. 

You didn’t want to die. 

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You sat back, looking at the intimidating plate of scrambled eggs with a wary eye. Across from you The Butcher, no Sans , was wolfing down his own plate of eggs. You picked up a fork, wishing it wasn’t shaking along with your hand, before forking up a bit of eggs. You put it in your mouth, chewing mindlessly as you stared at your plate, wanting to avoid eye contact with the merciless killer across from you. 

“does it taste good, sweetheart?” Sans asked, having practically licked his plate clean. 

“Uhh, yeah.” You stammered out, quickly shoveling another mouthful in to prove your point. Your nerves were so shot though you couldn’t even taste the eggs, it was like chewing on rubber for you. “It’s- it’s too much though. I can’t eat all of this.” 

Sans frowned at that comment and your heart shot up into your throat as panic set in. Had you said the wrong thing? He reached across the table and you flinched, ducking your head. But all he did was grab your plate and shove more than half the eggs onto his own plate. You were still stiff as he placed your plate back in front of you. 

“finish it.” He said. A command more than anything. You nodded meekly before picking your fork back up. At least it wasn’t so daunting now that he’d taken half. You dig in again, eyes on the table as you felt the skeleton’s gaze on you. You heard, rather than saw, the skeleton devour the scrambled eggs he had taken from your plate. You heard his chair scrape back before he picked up his plate and headed over to sink. Putting it in the sink, he caught you looking at him and smiled. 

“i’m going to find more friends for paps.” He said, causing a shudder to roll down your spine. That meant he was going to find more people to kill, right? “your turn to do dishes.” He said, patting the counter by the sink. You said nothing, watching him leave with a wary eye. 

After he left, you sat and finished the eggs, heart thumping in your chest as you kept looking towards where The Butcher had left from. Was he gone? Really gone? Grabbing your plate out of habit, you tossed it in the sink before wandering towards where Sans had left from. Down a long hallway, there was a door. Walking up to it, you had little to no hope it would open… and you were right. You rattled the doorknob a few times, before backing away from it, biting your lip thoughtfully. 

You wandered around the house, opening up every door carefully. Behind one door was the messy room you had woken up in. Across from that room was another bedroom. This one was bare. Just a bed, dresser, and closet. You closed the door and kept looking. The next door you opened was to a bathroom. Why a skeleton needed one, you didn’t know. Or care. Instead you wandered off to the next room. You grabbed the doorknob and twisted, only to frown as it stuck in place. You wiggled it again, but it was definitely locked. 

You drifted back to the kitchen, quickly losing hope as you sat back down at the kitchen table with a loud thump. Laying an arm down on the kitchen table, you put your forehead on it before closing your eyes. A tired sigh left your lips and you quickly bit the inside of your cheek to keep that sigh from becoming a sob. You stayed that way for a good twenty minutes before dragging yourself back up to your feet. Your eyes wandered to the sink, a grimace in place. 

You really didn’t want to see what he’d do to you if he got angry. So you went over to the sink and started cleaning the dishes. 

***** 

Sans took out his key, a happy sigh leaving his throat as he started unlocking the door to his and your home. He hoped you weren’t too bored being left alone at home all day. Maybe he should get you a tv. Or some books. Do you like video games? He couldn’t remember. As he went inside, he passed through the kitchen and saw that you had done the dishes for him. That was good. Sans had made a lot of new friends for Papyrus today so he was pretty tired. 

Wandering further into the house, he kept his eyelight out for you, wondering where you could be. Passing by his room, he peeked in to see you weren’t there either. Frowning, he continued across the hallway to your room. He looked in, seeing you were laying on the bed, staring blankly up at the ceiling. 

“knock knock.” Sans said, rapping his knuckles on the door frame. You jolted upwards, wide eyes locking on Sans as you sat up. He laughed at your reaction. You were just so jumpy, it was adorable. 

“you’re supposed to say ‘who’s there?’ sweetheart.” He said, walking into the room. 

You slid off the bed, standing stiff as a board as you watched him approach. Sans stopped a few feet from you before holding out his arms. Your eyes flickered first with confusion before you realized what he was wanting. Inching closer, you kept glancing up at Sans. Your every reaction was just so amusing and cute. Finally, you were standing right in front of him. You hesitantly wrapped your arms around his waist. A sigh left his lips as he proceeded to wrap his own arms around you, squeezing you into a tight hug before lifting you off your feet. 

A squeal left your lips as you kicked out with your legs as he spun you in a circle. Setting you back down, Sans stayed hunched over, still holding onto you tightly before pecking a kiss to the top of your head. As soon as he released you, you zipped across the room to the other side, putting as much distance between you two as possible. Sans frowned at that. 

“what, no kiss for me?” He said, a little off put by your reaction. Shouldn’t a sweet girlfriend give his loving boyfriend a kiss when he gets home from a hard day’s work? You froze at the question, looking Sans up and down. Were you being shy again? You slowly walked back over, watching Sans’ warily. Crouching down, Sans turned his head and tapped a boned finger to his cheek. You immediately relaxed. 

Back in front of him, you leaned forward, about to press your lips to his cheeks. With a mischievous smile, Sans turned around quickly, your lips meeting his teeth instead. You jerked back almost immediately, a blush forming along your cheek. 

“you were being shy.” Sans chuckled, reaching out and pinching one of your reddening cheeks. “did you miss me too, sweetheart?” He asked. 

Some sort of emotion flittered across your face. He tried to put a name to the emotion but every time he tried to grab ahold of it, it slipped away. Soon he forgot what he was even trying to remember. Sans instead waited patiently for your answer. You smiled up at him, looking almost nervous as he waited. 

“Yes, I-I did…. honey?” You phrased it like a question, but Sans was just relieved at your response. Of course you missed him, why had he thought otherwise? 

“hmm,” Reaching over, he ruffled your hair. “let’s talk in the kitchen. i’m starving .” 

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“Did you not eat today?” You asked, anxiously balling up a napkin in your hand as you watched The Butcher devour an ungodly amount of noodles. But, that couldn’t be right. You had seen him eating that huge pile of scrambled eggs this morning. You poked at your own, thankfully much smaller, bowl of garlic noodles, mostly just watching Sans eat like he hadn’t eaten in days. He looked over at you after you had spoken, making you wish you hadn’t asked the question to begin with. 

“yea sweetheart, had a few sandwiches for lunch. why, you worried about me?” Sans chuckled, a strange bluish blush spreading across his cheekbones. You didn’t reply, instead taking a bite out of your noodles, eyes downcasted on the table. Sans watched you, seeming to take a break from inhaling his food to look at you. You ate, breaking out into a small sweat at his relentless gaze. 

Maybe he was actually thinking about killing you right now. What if he did? There was no way you could fight back, he was huge! And it’s not like you could run, you were trapped here. You hands shook as you went to take another bite of noodles. 

“sweetheart-“ Sans started, making you flinch. You dropped your fork and it clattered across the table towards Sans. You couldn’t stop shaking as the skeleton frowned, first at you and then at the fork. He reached over and picked it up before coming around the table to your side. You gripped the sides of your chair as he crouched down beside you. He laid the fork on the table before staring hard at you with an intense gaze. That one red eyelight locked you in place. 

“are you scared of me, love?” Sans asked, reaching up a hand to cup your cheek. It took everything in you not to flinch at his touch. “you don’t have to be. i would never hurt you. i love you so much sweetheart.” 

He was deranged, absolutely delusional. That’s why you were so scared. Even if he weren’t a serial killer, his utter delusion that you were dating and that he loved you was scary enough. What if he snapped? What if he decided one day he didn’t have a girlfriend. He’d kill you. Your hands reached up, almost against your will, to clasp at your neck. You didn’t want to be chopped up into bits. Sans leaned forward, and this time you did flinch away. 

“I do-don’t want to be friends with Papyrus.” You stammered out. You didn’t know who Papyrus was, but you did know anyone Sans deemed his friend was as good as dead. A flicker of something hateful and angry flashed in Sans’ eyelight. It only lasted a second before his expression relaxed. 

“don’t worry, paps’ll understand if i don’t send you to him. you can still be friends with him, okay. you just won’t see him yet.” Yet? Sans reached out, grabbing ahold of your wrist as he yanked you towards him. You fell into his chest and wrapped you up into a tight hug. “you want to be friends with papyrus too, don’t you?” He cooed, his hold a little too tight for comfort. You grit your teeth before shaking your head no. This seemed to anger him as his hold tightened even further. 

“why- why not?” He breathed, his voice chipped, as if he was holding onto his anger. “everyone wants to be friends with paps. why don’t you?!” He snapped out. You couldn’t breath, you felt dizzy and suffocated. Why was he doing this to you? Why was he so upset? 

“I’m sorry! I-I was scared!” You blurted out, panic blurring your mind. Sans loosened his hold, allowing you to gulp in air. You tried pushing him away, but he held fast, keeping you pressed against him. “I was scared, I’m scared. I don’t want to meet Papyrus. I want to- I want to stay here. With you . Don’t make me meet him, please. Please, I’m sorry.” You blabbered out, your mind whirling. 

“oh sweetheart, do you mean it?” Sans said, his tone breathy as he finally leaned back so he could look you in your eyes. His grin was stretched out across his face, joy sparking in his eyelight. “you want to stay here with me? forever?” He asked. You immediately started nodding your head frantically. This was better. A happy Butcher was better than one that squeezed you to death. 

You stared up at him, shaking. 

*****

Sans looked down at you, a big grin in place. Oh, you poor thing. You had been so scared he was going to leave you behind. That’s why you kept looking at him all frightened like. You thought he was going to abandon you. 

He would never . 

“you must have been so bored here all day without me.” He mumbled out. You seemed to hesitant before nodding cautiously up at him. “i’ll bring you a tv and some books when i go out next time. maybe some video games too. how does that sound?” Sans smiled proudly, liking the idea of getting you gifts. Sans wanted to see your face light up when he gets you all these things. 

“Thank you.” You mumbled out, finally stepping back as Sans let go of his grip. 

“anything for my sweetheart.” Sans cooed, reaching across and pinching your cheek. Your face warmed up, turning a pretty pink. Probably from embarrassment. Gosh, you were so shy. His girlfriend was just the cutest thing ever. 

“you should finish eating.” Sans said, nodding at your half empty plate. You cautiously sat back down in your seat, watching him out of the corner of your eye. Scooting back up to the table, you stared down at your plate of noodles and began eating again. He wondered why you never seemed excited to eat. Eating was a very important thing to Sans. Maybe he should ask for your favorite foods. That way, you’d be more delighted at meal time. Sans wasn’t picky, coming from the underground it was impossible for a monster to be picky, so he’d eat anything you liked. 

Stars, keeping a girlfriend sure was a lot of work. He had to get your presents, and make sure you were well fed, and just keep you happy. Sans was a lazybones, he already knew that. But he was willing to put in a little elbone grease to keep you happy here at his home. 

Your home too! 

Sans wanted you to think of this place as home. He wanted you to feel safe and happy here. He had been so lonely without Papyrus, but now that you were living with him he didn’t feel so miserable every night. He wanted you to feel comfortable here. So you wouldn’t try to leave. Not that you would, of course. You loved him and were so scared of being left by him. Heh, but just in case there was a tiny chance you wanted to leave him, he wanted to make you feel like this was your home. So you wouldn’t leave. Wouldn’t leave him. 

Sans doesn’t know what he’d do if you tried to leave him. 

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Sans had got you that tv and those books he had promised. It was much better than laying in bed and staring at the ceiling, dreadfully waiting for The Butcher to get back. You were reading a book when Sans came back today. The third day you’d been here. Your nose wrinkled and you tried not to scrunch your face up at the, now familiar, rusty scent he brought in the house with him. You shuddered, eyes locked on the book in front of you, trying to ignore the way he immediately started towards you. 

“hey sweetheart, you liking those books i got you?” Sans said, his voice colored with excitement. As if he were happy to see you using his gifts. 

“Yeah.” You mumbled simply, your body stiffening. You sat up from your laid down position on the couch, still keeping your eyes on the book. Sans reeked of blood, a sight you really didn’t want to see. 

“heehee, i knew you would.” Sans chuckled. You could feel his gaze on you as silence thickened in the air. Long seconds passed as neither of you said anything. You flinched a little when Sans started tapping his foot against the hardwood floors.

“b-but, i’m home now.” He said, his voice slightly anxious. You nodded, eyes never leaving the book. You had no idea what you were reading now, only that you’ve read over the same paragraph about three times. Still, you weren’t quite ready to meet Sans’ deranged gaze just yet. “so you can put the book down and greet your boyfriend.” Sans said, his voice edging on both anxious and slightly annoyed. 

“I’m-“ You hesitate. “I’m at a really good part in the book.” You finally say, holding your breath as you hoped that would be enough to get him to leave you alone. It had just the opposite effect as you heard Sans walk over to you. You finally peeked up at him, anxiety flickering in your eyes, just in time to see him snatch the book out of your hands. 

You made some sound of protest, but at the sight of him, you quickly cut yourself off. There were splatters of blood all across clothes and coating his hand. As you watched, he shot you a glare before throwing the book on the ground. You jolted as he raised a hand, an axe forming in his grip. Your heart hammered in your chest, fear painting your face a pale white as the blood drained from it. 

Had he decided you were a lost cause? Was he going to kill you now? You let out a whimper as he swung the axe down, flinching at the force behind it. 

But all he did was cut the book you had been reading in half. You looked at the, now useless, book before swallowing thickly. If you got on his bad side, that would be you. Looking back over at Sans, you couldn’t help but shake at the waves of anger he was throwing off him. It looked like you were already on his bad side. 

“when i’m home, i don’t want you to ignore me.” He hissed out, a clear warning in his voice. A shaking hand reached up to grab at your throat before you hastily nodded your head. You didn’t want your head cut off. 

“I’m sorry.” You whispered out, body trembling as he drew closer. 

“it’s okay.” Sans cooed, his mood suddenly switching from angry to happy in a second. He reached over, ruffling your hair. You stayed perfectly still, not wanting to make him angry again. “i understand. it was just a mistake. let’s just not do it again, okay?” He asked. You again, nodded hastily. 

“good girl.” Sans said, smiling happily. 

*****

You were trying to insist on sleeping in your room again. You were all bundled up against yourself, staring at him with big wide eyes, fiddling with your fingers.

“I can sleep in tha- my room again.” You protested, but Sans just shook his head. You and him were already dating, what did it matter if you both slept in the same bed. You had done it the first night after all. 

“i miss you at night. i like holding you.” Sans said. It was true, he loved holding you. You were just so soft and warm, he couldn’t help but squeeze you. The first night you had slept in his arms, Sans didn’t have a single nightmare. All thanks to you. 

His perfect little girlfriend. 

“I’d- I’d still rather not.” Your replied, voice shaky. Sans couldn’t help but let out an irritated huff. You flinched at that, probably scared he was going to get mad again. He had lost his temper earlier today. But that’s only because you were trying to ignore him. He had spent all day thinking about you, only to come home to find you with a nose in a book. Sans didn’t like to take back presents but if you ignored him like that again he might have to. 

“why not? i don’t snore or anything.” Sans said, his tone holding irritation in it. 

“Humans don’t… really sleep together unless they’ve been together a long time. This is still… new to me. I-I need some time to myself.” You stammered out, tripping over your words as your gaze flickered to the ground. Sans frowned at that. 

“you have all day to yourself.” Sans protested, causing you to stiffen. Suddenly, Sans let out a chuckle before taking a step closer to you. You stiffened as he reached down and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear before tilting your face back up so your gazes could meet. 

“be honest, you’re just just being shy, aren’t you?” Sans asked slyly as an arm went and snaked its way across your back. He squeezed you closer to him before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your cheek. “i won’t try anything, i promise.” He purred in your ear. 

You were shaking again, probably thinking he was going to try something. Stars, you were so innocent it was adorable. Leaning back, he couldn’t help but feel a pinch of pride at seeing the blush spread across your cheeks. If he were a more weak willed monster, he would’ve broken his promise right then and there. But Sans was a monster of his word. He wouldn’t try anything. 

Tonight at least . 

There were plenty of other nights to get himself more familiarized with his girlfriend. But he saw no need to rush it. Lust was something Sans had complete control over. He wanted your and his first time together to be special. But after the first time, all bets were off. He couldn’t wait to have you, as many times as he wanted. 

Sans could just imagine the sounds you’d make. How much you’d be blushing and asking him to stop. How you’d hide your face. He quickly derailed that thinking when he felt his magic trying to materialize his lower regions. How embarrassing. He couldn’t even think about you without getting excited. 

“come on sweetheart, i’m tired and i’m sure you are too.” Sans said, ushering you towards the room. 

“You won’t do anything?” You asked hesitantly, looking up at him. Sans held your gaze, finding it cute when you immediately dropped your gaze to the ground. 

“nothing naughty. i swear.” He said, reaching up a hand to cross over your chest. “cross my soul sweetheart.” You made a face he couldn’t quite identify. But you quickly dropped it before shuffling into the bedroom. Sans stood there frowning for a few minutes, wondering about that expression you had made. You had almost looked hateful displeased. Maybe you really didn’t want to sleep with him. 

No, no, of course not. You were just being a little shy is all. 

Brushing those thoughts away, Sans headed into the bedroom after you. 

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It’s been a week and a half now since you’ve been taken by The Butcher. You had settled into life here with a reluctant and uneasy spirit. With every passing day, you started to get to know more about the one called The Butcher. 

On the, very sparingly, few nights he allowed you to sleep in ‘your’ room, you didn’t get much sleep anyways seeing as he would be making pained noises in his room. You soon realized he was having nightmares. What a mass murderer could possibly have nightmares about, you had no idea. Strangely enough though, he didn’t have them when you slept together. He had told you one night that you kept the nightmares away, then had squeezed you tightly against him before settling down to sleep. 

Another thing you had noticed was how weirdly obedient he was. He’d get you anything you wanted, which you had tested out by hesitantly asking for lobster when he asked your favorite foods. You had tried it one time at a fancy party Robin had got you into. It had tasted heavenly and you’ve been dreaming of it ever since. You also noticed the clothing he had gotten for you were expensive brands. Ones you were reluctant to ask how he got. If he stole them, that’d be a relief. You just hoped no one had to die so you could wear nice jeans. 

He also listened and noted when you didn’t like something. Things like ignoring him, sleeping in another room, and leaving the house were obviously things he couldn’t, wouldn’t, let you have. But so long as he could stay near you and talk to you, he respected your boundaries. He was even okay with not touching you most of the time, except when it came to nighttime. 

All these different things were starting to make you confused. He was a bad monster. He had killed your roommate, cousin, and many other people and monsters. Sans had even lost his temper with you, twice . But when you were playing along to his strange fantasy, he was almost… nice ? It was strange and weird and left you feeling strange and weird yourself. 

Nibbling on your lip, you sat silently on the couch as Sans sat on your side, just staring at you. If anything, he reminded you of a somewhat well trained dog. Always vying for your attention and getting excited every time you gave him a response. But you had to be careful with this dog. He had teeth and claws and a nasty temper. Sans could bite you anytime he wanted to. He was just choosing not to out of some misguided love for you. 

A sigh left your lips, immediately peaking Sans interest. He sat up a little straighter, as if waiting for you to say something. When no response came, a similar sigh left Sans. 

“you feeling okay sweetheart?” Sans asked, scooting a bit closer to you. Your nose wrinkled, imagining you could still smell the dust and blood on him. Although you had asked him to clean up before he came back to the house. You had played it up, saying the smell made you uncomfortable. Which it did . Sans now took showers before he came home. Actually, you think he took showers here before coming in the door. You have heard him in the shower before without having heard the door open. It both confused and frightened you. 

“I’m fine.” You mumbled, glancing back up at the tv screen. A disney movie was playing. Sans kept humming along to the songs, having obviously watched this before. But it was a new one for you. You never had the money to keep up with the newest movies and such. You glanced back over at Sans, to find him smiling and looking back at you. You just sat there and stared, wondering what could possibly be going on inside the head of a deranged serial killer. 

*****

Sans was wondering if you’d let him dress you up in one of those disney dresses. You’d make an absolute beautiful princess. He could get you some makeup to doll yourself up. Maybe even take you out on a date. Someplace nice. Someplace with no little snitches. He could find a place, a nice place. 

“do you want to go on a date sweetheart?” Sans asked, watching your face flicker with shock. You obviously hadn’t been expecting that. 

“A date?” You asked softly, turning away to chew further on your already abused lip. Sans was starting to get a little worried about you. You keep looking at him with a faraway look, seemingly conflicted about something. 

Wait. 

There was no way, right? 

You weren’t thinking of breaking up with him. Right?! Sans started sweating at that sudden thought, his mind racing as he looked through your previous behavior. You have been distant with him since moving in. You kept wanting to sleep in another room. Hell, you didn’t even like Sans touching you nowadays. 

Oh stars, why hadn’t Sans realized this sooner. You were trying to break up with him! No, no! He couldn’t allow that. He’d- he’d beg you to stay. Get you anything you wanted. Keep you happy and healthy and by his side. 

Lock you up in his room and never let you leave.

“Where would we go?” You asked, derailing Sans’ thoughts. He looked you over anxiously, soul stuttering in his chest. Were you going to break up with at the date? No, Sans would simply not allow it. He’d make this date so amazing, you’d be forced to change your mind. 

“someplace nice sweetheart.” Sans said with a smile, sliding his hand across the couch and resting it on top of yours. You grinned weakly before slipping your hand out from under his and placing it on your lap. “Sounds good.” You mumbled. Sans felt cold and empty, desperate even. Why had he been so blind? You were trying to leave him all along? He had to convince you otherwise and fast. 

Sans wasn’t confident in knowing how he’d react to something like that. If you tried breaking up with him, he would simply just not let you leave and try to earn your favor again. If you left him though. Sans would- He would- will he didn’t know what he’d do. And that was making him nervous about taking you outside the house. It’s not like he could always know where you are. Not without a soulbond at least. And he didn’t want to risk it, not yet at least. He was still giving you time to get used to him. Sans was being considerate. And you were thinking of breaking up with him. 

“you like seafood?” Sans asked, scooting even closer. He couldn’t help but notice the way you leaned away from him. It made his stomach turn. “you really liked that lobster i cooked up for you. i could take you out for sushi.” You just nodded, eyes not even looking at him. He felt his chest go tight and reached out again to put his hand on top of yours. Again , you tried to slip out of his grasp. But this time he squeezed your hand, keeping it right in place. 

“it’ll be a good date sweetheart.” Sans said, still squeezing your hand. Your face flickered with discomfort before he loosened his grip. This time, you didn’t try to move your hand. Sans grinned, please at that. He just needed to apply a little pressure was all. Then you’d stay in place. Here. With him. 

Forever 

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You couldn’t seem to get comfortable in your seat. You kept shifting around nervously, glancing off at every corner of the dimly lit and dark colored restaurant. Every time someone would pass you, a waiter or another customer, you would just stare at them. Should you yell for help..? Try and get someone’s attention? You felt the safest way to go about this was to wait until you could talk to someone privately. Because there was a certain grinning Butcher sitting just across from you, watching your every move. 

“does it look nice?” Sans asked suddenly, you looked back over at him, breaking your eye contact with a nervous looking waiter who kept glancing at Sans. Did he recognize Sans from tv? “it’s pretty expensive here.” Sans commented. 

“Uhm yeah, it looks great.” You say, looking down at the table cloth before grasping it with one hand to examine it closer. You didn’t know if the material was expensive or not, you just wanted an excuse to not look at Sans. Surely he wouldn’t cause a scene over that in a crowded restaurant. You fretted over that idea while you still kept your eyes downcast. 

“heh, got something on your mind sweetheart?” Sans asked, his voice surprisingly tense. You glanced up to see him watching you, a nervous glint in his sockets. You lifted your head further up to meet his gaze more firmly. 

“Just wondering if the food is good.” You said softly, hand still clutching the tablecloth. Sans had ordered for both of you before you had arrived. He had wanted there to be little to no wait time. Was he maybe anxious about you being out of the house for so long? He certainly looked nervous. 

“it’ll be great.” Sans reassured you, sending you a bright smile. You sent back a weak one of your own. Out of the corner of your eyes, you spotted a waitress making her way to the bathroom. You fidgeted in the spot before clearing your throat. 

“I-I have to use the restroom.” You spoke hesitantly, almost unsure as Sans looked at you. When he gave no response, you stood slowly, still watching him. He didn’t seem too concerned or annoyed by your statement so you quickly made your way over to the woman’s bathroom, heart pounding in your chest. Bursting through, you immediately found the woman fixing her makeup by the sink. 

“Excuse me.” You said, hand held out towards her as you walked towards her. Your shoulders were lax and tears were pushing at the corner of your eyes as relief swarmed you. It was almost over. This nightmare would finally end. “I really need your help.” 

The lady, a middle aged woman with brunette hair and light blue eyes looked over at you from the corner of her eyes before looking back at the mirror as she continued to apply eyeshadow. You took another step closer to her, feeling more anxious the longer you stayed in here. What if Sans came looking for you. “Please help me, I’ve been kidnapped. This- this guy is crazy. He thinks I’m his girlfriend and he took me here-“ A deep heavy sigh from the woman cut off your rambling as she shut her makeup set with a loud snap. She then turned to meet your gaze head on. Her expression looked almost annoyed. 

“Hon, really, I’m telling you this because I value my head attached to my neck, don’t be trying this shit with anyone else. No one here’s gonna help you.” Pocketing the makeup set, she walked over to you with an unpleasant smile on her face. “Your boyfriend, and trust me hon you should really appreciate the fact he’s considering you as that, isn’t someone anyone here wants to mess with.” 

You blinked, completely shocked as the woman bypassed you and was out the door before you could even react. Your only hope for escaping was completely flushed down the drain as the door shut behind her. You spent another few minutes in the restroom, trying to collect yourself, before heading back out to face Sans. 

*****

You poked at your food, seemingly uninterested in eating. Your eyes did wander around from time to time, looking at the people that passed you, but you mostly seemed dejected. Sans was getting worried. He had finished his food almost as soon as it had been set down, but you just kept poking halfheartedly at your own. 

“you okay sweetheart?” Sans asked anxiously. “the food’s good, right?” Did you not like it? Was that why you looked so down? Had Sans got your hopes up for this place? Had you been expecting something fancier? Sans was anxiously shifting in his chair while watching you eat, his thoughts nearly driving him insane. Why had he thought this place was a good idea? You clearly deserved so much better. Sans would do better next time. Just so long as you didn’t try to leave him. 

“It’s fine, I’m just not hungry.” You mumbled out, taking another small bite. You chewed, eyes downcast so you wouldn’t meet Sans’ gaze. 

“do you want to go home?” He offered, his voice filled with concern. Maybe you were getting sick. Sick of him

“No, no! I’m fine.” You said, going stiff as a board at Sans suggestion. Sans frown deepened at that. You shifted your gaze away from him, taking another small bite from your food. 

Sans spent a few more minutes in utter silence, just watching you. He grew more and more antsy the longer you poked quietly at your food. A waiter passed by, a brunette with blue eyes. You glanced up, your face immediately souring at the sight of the woman, before glancing down. Sans looked between the two of you, concerned confusion in his gaze. 

“Will that be for you dearies today?” The woman asked, her voice pleasant as she beamed at the two of you. 

“a to go box.” Sans said roughly. His mood a little off put that this date hadn’t been as magical as he had planned. But on the bright side, there was always next time. The waitress smiled brightly before heading off to grab the box, meanwhile, your face twisted into an even more sour expression. 

“We’re leaving?” You asked, your voice coming out anxious. 

“yea, you can stick your food in the fridge for later.” Sans suggested helpfully. He really didn’t like to see food go to waste. If it wasn’t to your taste, Sans was perfectly fine eating it. 

“I-“ You hesitate, eyes flickering up somewhere before back down at the table. You seemed to shake a little as you carefully stood up. “I have to use the bathroom again.” Your voice quivered, much to Sans' confusion. He just simply nodded, watching your dart off to the bathroom. 

He sat and waited for you to get back, accepting the box from the waitress as she came back. She looked at the empty seat you had been in with a question in her eyes. 

“bathroom.” Sans said simply, dumping your plate into the box. He missed the flicker of fear that flashed through the waitress’s eyes as she excused herself and headed off to the bathroom. Ha, ladies and their rush to get the bathroom. 

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Hearing a knock on your stall door, you jolted. Squeezing your legs, you shook as you looked at the door silently praying whoever it was would go away. Another knock came, louder and more insistent. 

“Come out! I know you’re in there!” Came the waitress’ voice, her tone loud and anxious. 

“Just leave me alone.” You begged. “I-I’m not leaving, I swear. I just want a moment to fucking breath.” Silence greeted you and you waited several tense seconds before burying your face back in your knees. 

“My name’s Mary, what’s your name?” The waitress said, her voice surprisingly soft. You let the air thicken with silence before you found yourself answering. 

“(Y/n.)” Your voice cracked a little. It hasn't even been two weeks but you’ve just realized how desperate you were to talk to someone, relatively, safe. Anyone but The Butcher. 

“Look (Y/n,) I’m sorry I snapped at you earlier. You being here makes me anxious. If you somehow escape, that skeleton out there will do awful things to everyone in here.” Mary said, her voice surprisingly calm. “I got two kids, I can’t die yet. You understand?” 

“I don’t want to go back there.” Your voice cracked. “I’m so scared. I don’t want to die either.” 

“You won’t darling, you won’t.” Mary said soothingly. “He’s crazy about you.” 

“He’s crazy in general!” You blurted out, to which Mary let out a huff of laughter. 

“Look dearie, how about I give you my number. You can ask him if you can call me, he’ll let you. You won’t feel so scared if you have someone normal to talk to. Now come on out.” 

“You’re not normal either.” You said, but found yourself standing and unlocking the door. You opened it to find the older lady looking back at you. Seeing your red splotchy face, she tsked. 

“Oh stars, how are we going to explain this?” Her light blue eyes looked you over carefully before smiling. “Don’t worry dearie, I’ll handle this.” 

*****

Sans was anxiously tapping his fingers on the table. The smell of food, which usually left him salivating, was starting to annoy him. Where are you? Why were you taking so long? Were you okay? His eyelight scanned the people around him getting more and more frustrated as seconds ticked by. Reaching up, he anxiously tugged at his empty eye socket. His mind was going fuzzy. Everything seemed to fade away except for the sound of blood rushing in the veins of every human around him. There were so many. Surely Paps would be pleased if he had all these friends. He heard a sharp crack and felt dust trickling down onto the table. He snatched his hand away from his eye socket realizing he had caused a small crack from his eye socket to his cheek bone. 

Where was (Y/n?) Where was his girlfriend? 

His eyelight caught movement coming towards him and he immediately turned to look to see the waitress ushering you over to him. He stood up eagerly, taking a step towards you when he froze, noticing your face for the first time. Your cheeks were red, and so were your eyes. You had obviously been crying. Sans saw red. 

Moving towards both of you, your face dropped at seeing the expression on your face but he wasn’t looking at you. Reaching you, he grabbed the waitress’ arm and squeezed. Feeling the crack of her bone breaking, he almost felt darkly amused when she didn’t even scream, instead just grimacing. 

“ what did you do ?” He hissed out. She had done something to you and made you cry . Sans was going to make this bitch beg , and cry, and bleed . 

“Sa-Sans.” You voice came hesitantly as you touched his arm. He whipped his head around and locked his gaze on you. You flinched, but continued looking him in his socket. “She wa-was helping me.” You said, your voice coming out almost sternly. 

“then why were you crying?” He snapped out, squeezing the woman’s broken arm. This time she let out a sharp hiss. 

“Your girlfriend was so overwhelmed by your thoughtful gesture she broke down in tears. I was comforting her.” The woman said, her voice strained. 

Sans immediately let go on the woman’s arm, turned around and grabbed ahold of your shoulders. His face twisted into a giant smile. “really?! you liked it?!” He asked, glee heavy in his voice. Sans had barely even noticed how quiet and empty the restaurant had become, too distracted by your beautiful face. A smile tugged at your lips, shy as it was, while you nodded along to his words. 

“I was s-so impressed.” You reassured him, putting one of your hands on top of his, he didn’t even notice how badly your hand was shaking. 

“oh (y/n!)” He cooed, wrapping you up in a hug. Sans wanted some privacy so he could kiss you, he didn’t want you getting embarrassed or anything, so he immediately teleported the both of you home. Stepping through the void, he carried you through the darkness until you both arrived home. Drawing back, he was ready to give you a peck when you suddenly doubled over, spewing vile on the living room floor as well as on Sans’ pants that he picked special for this date. 

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Leaning heavily against the toilet, your head hanging above the open seat, you waited for the dizziness to stop. Sans stood in the doorway, anxiously twisting his fingers together. 

“i’m so sorry sweetheart, i forgot humans get sick in shortcuts.” 

“What was that?” You groaned, a wave of dizziness causing you to dry heave into the toilet. You squeezed your eyes shut tight, begging silently for the dizziness to go away. 

“ha, i uh sorta cut through the fabric of time and drag myself from one point to another.” Sans said, kneeling down beside you and patting your back. 

Another groan left your lips, this time having nothing to do with the nausea and dizziness. He could cut through time and teleport. A shiver rolled down your spine. That sounded utterly terrifying. But now you knew how he seemed to be able to get into locked houses. Or how he appeared in the shower without coming through the door. 

“Please don’t do that again.” You whispered, avoiding his gaze. 

“i’m sorry sweetheart, i was just so excited! you really liked the date?” He asked, glee clear in his tone. You simply nodded, trying not to flinch as he leaned down and peeked a chaste kiss on the top of your head. 

“Why did you hurt Mary?” You asked suddenly, lifting your head slightly to look up at Sans. He blinked slowly before frowning. 

“i thought she had hurt you.” He replied simply. You shifted uncomfortably on the floor. 

“Do you care about me?” You asked, keeping your eyes locked on Sans’ face. He smiled wide, his eyelight softening. 

“of course i do, i love you!” 

You winced, turning your head away at his confession. His hand on your back suddenly froze. His breathing came out loud and heavy. 

“you love me too, yea?” He asked, his fingers clutching at the back of your shirt. You’ve never had to lie about affection for someone, so you kept your face turned away and nodded. 

“Yea,” You mumbled. “I do.” 

Suddenly you felt Sans fingers on your chin as he gently, but firmly, turned your head until you were facing him. You nervously looked up at his face, his smile seemed slightly strained. 

“say it, tell me you love me.” He demanded, a second ticked by as the air grew still with silence and it seemed like that was a second too long. Sans grip on your chin tightened almost painfully so as he towered over you. “say it, say it, say it .” His voice grew increasingly demanding as his face darkened and his smile dropped. 

“I love you.” You voice shook as you spoke, eyes pricked with tears as he grew more and more intimidating. His demeanor immediately changed when you spoke. His face softened and his smile returned as his grip on your chin loosened. He leaned down and you knew immediately what he wanted. You didn’t fight it, instead closing your eyes and holding perfectly still as he kissed you. 

Leaning back, Sans ruffled your hair before standing up. He wandered towards the door before looking back at you smiling wide. 

“why don’t you take a shower and i’ll get the bed ready.” Sans said before shutting the door. You immediately sagged against the toilet as the air turned calm around you. Your head was spinning, and not just from Sans’ shortcut. 

Sans seemed completely enamored with you, to the point of obsession. He usually did whatever you wanted and didn’t demand much in return. It terrified you how obsessed he was and you were waiting for him to flip and murder you. 

You needed to test this, see how much he was willing to give you. What he would do for you. How he would react to certain demands. You didn’t want to poke the bear, but you were tired of waiting around. 

You had to test his twisted love for you. 

*****

Sans had his arms wrapped around you, you were shivering, probably from the shower you just took. Burying his nose into your head, he inhaled. You smelt like strawberries. Pretty and sweet. You started shifting and Sans immediately tightened his hold on you, panic overtaking him. 

Were you trying to leave him?!

“Ca-can I turn over?” You asked, your voice shy and hesitant. Sans relaxed his hold on you, pleasantly surprised and mildly amused as you turned over to face him. You looked almost nervous. You were so shy, it was adorable. Reaching out a hand, he cupped your cheek staring at you with adoration. 

“Uh Sans…” You started. He just hummed, waiting for you to talk. His soul was fluttering in his chest. It usually took so much effort for Sans to get you to have a conversation with him. You were just so shy. But here you were starting one with him. In bed too. It felt so intimate. “Could I ask you a favor?” You started, your voice hesitant and unsure. 

“anything for you sweetheart.” He said softly. 

“Can we go out on another date, and uh, could I pick the date?” You mumbled, eyes flickering down and up again as you fiddled with your fingers. Sans frowned, an anxious feeling rising up inside him. He didn’t like you leaving the house. Not that it mattered of course, you were his girlfriend. You loved him! Even if you left you would always come back. 

He couldn’t let you leave. You’d run

“i don’t know…” Sans said, his voice unsure. He watched your expression drop and he felt kinda guilty about it. 

“You’re always doing nice things for me. I want to plan something nice for you too. We lo-love each other after all.” You said, eyes widening as you looked up at Sans. “We’re in a relationship. I don’t feel comfortable if I can’t do nice things for you. I want it to be an equal relationship.” You urged. All Sans had focused on was the fact you loved each other. He squeezed you close to him, a soft purr coming from his throat as he nuzzled the top of your head. 

“of course sweetheart, anything for you.” 

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“can’t i stay here while you two talk?” Sans asked, pacing the living room floor. He seemed on edge, which in turn was making you on edge. It was a miracle to have gotten him to let you talk to Mary, an even bigger one to have let her come over. You wondered if you were pushing it by asking to speak to her alone. 

“I want to plan something nice for you and I want it to be a surprise. I just need Mary’s suggestion and help with things.” You said, lying through your teeth. When you had first called Mary, you had timidly brought up the idea of her coming to you so that you could speak privately. She had laughed and hung up on you. That hurt, but you honestly didn’t expect better asking someone to come to a known serial killer’s house. You had called her back, practically begging her. She had wanted money, you had no money, Sans had money. You promised you would work something out. 

“i could go in another room.” Sans pointed out, turning towards you. He widened his eye sockets in what you could only guess was his attempt at looking innocent. “i won’t listen in.” 

“You promise?” You asked nervously. You weren’t actually planning a date. Well, you would just keep up your side of the story. But you were hoping to ask for Mary’s advice and help on how to deal with this situation. So far, Mary was the only card you had in your hand. Sans went silent, his eyelight flickering away. His unwillingness to reassure you spoke volumes. So he was planning on eavesdropping. That worries you. You don’t know if that means he was just so excited about the date or if he didn’t trust you. You needed him to trust you. That way he wouldn’t expect it when you finally escaped. 

“fine! i’ll leave!” Sans said, throwing his hands up in there, but then he grin slyly at you. “for three kisses.” Your stomach dropped. You hated these demands. You kept wondering when they’d increase. You watched as Sans walked over, trying to hold back the grimace on your face. He leaned down, still looking intimidating even as he came down to your height. You shifted uncomfortably on the couch. He was the only one who's initiated this kind of thing before. It felt strange just doing as he said. 

It felt like giving in.

Still, you needed to play the part of his loving girlfriend, just enough to pacify him. Just until you could leave this place. After you leave here, you swear you’ll never take for granted a normal roommate again. So you leaned in quickly, pressing a kiss against his teeth before leaning back. He grinned. 

“one.” He mumbled smugly. You fought the urge to roll your eyes before leaning in and pressing another quick peek against his sharp teeth. “two.” You grit your teeth in annoyance but leaned forward to kiss him once more. His hand snaked behind your head, locking you in place as he deepened the kiss. His tongue poked out, brushing against your lips as if begging for entrance. You firmly and tightly kept your teeth closed as you sat stiff as a board as he continued to kiss you. “three.” He whispered against your lips before leaning away from you. When he finally moved back you had to physically restrain yourself from lifting up your hands and wiping your mouth. Instead you forced a smile, which you were sure came out more as a grimace. 

“i love you.” Sans said. 

“I love you too.” The words tasted like acid on your tongue. And then without another word, Sans disappeared before your eyes. You blinked, shellshocked. You thought him teleporting would look different. But instead he was there one second and gone the next. He appeared not even moments later, a hand grasping Mary’s arm. Her light skin was a shade paler and you didn’t envy her as she slumped to the floor after Sans let go of her. To her credit, she didn’t get sick. After Sans vanished again, you finally noticed her arm in the cast. You grimaced, feeling immense guilt for that. 

“That’s gonna cost you extra dearie.” Mary groaned. You just let out a breathy laugh. 

*****

Sans paced around the forest grounds, looking at the house in the distance. Sure he felt excited about his surprise date, but he couldn’t help but feel anxious for some reason. 

You were up to something 

He shouldn’t feel nervous! You loved him! You had told him so. Sans had felt so warm and giddy inside when you had told him. It had made him so happy. His mind was so preoccupied with you, that he hadn’t even had time to find Paps some new friends.

He didn’t like their screams or the way they looked at him when he killed them. It made his head hurt

Everything was going great! You both loved each other. Maybe he should bring up the idea of a soul bond with you. 

You wouldn’t be able to run after that 

He could even get you a ring and get married. You’d look so pretty in a wedding dress. Glancing back at the house, Sans found himself pacing a giant circle around it. He didn’t want to be too far away from you. Just in case something bad happened. Maybe he should just eavesdrop a little, he didn’t like surprises too much. Just to make sure he wouldn’t react badly to your thoughtful date idea. He would hate for that to happen. You’d get so upset seeing him upset. He knew you wouldn’t be in his room. 

You hated being around him 

Sans was sure he left the door closed too. He’d just pop in really quickly. With that thought in mind, he stepped forward, his foot landing on solid wooden floors. He was quiet, not even breathing. The room felt dead without you in it. Then he heard your voice. Your pretty soft voice. 

“You don’t have to help me, just give me some ideas.” You pleaded as Sans crept silently to the door. He pressed the side of his head against the door so he could better and grin. Relief flooded him. You were obviously planning the date. 

“Giving you ideas would be helping you.” Mary shot back, which confused Sans. Wasn’t that lady here to help you? What good was she if she wasn’t going to do anything for you. 

“Mary please! Just a number to someone who will help. I can’t stand it here! I feel suffocated!” You pleaded. Sans soul stuttered in his chest. What did you mean you felt suffocated? His anxiety returned and deepened. 

You were trying to leave. He wouldn’t let you

“You got a nice thing going here dearie. Rich boyfriend-“ 

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You snapped, sending daggers straight through Sans soul. He couldn’t stand to listen to another word, he took a shortcut back out into the woods, his one working eye socket welling up with tears. You were planning on leaving him? You were unhappy? But Sans was doing so much to make you happy. A giggle made it’s way past his throat as he buried his face in his hands. This wasn’t fair. 

He lost Papyrus, he wouldn’t lose you 

A laugh echoed through the woods and it took Sans a moment to realize it was him laughing. His shoulders shook, his whole body was shaking. 

He needed to come up with a plan . 

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“So there's a place called Grillby’s, he’ll love it there. He’s friends with the owner-“ 

“Sans has friends?” Cutting off Mary, your voice came out utterly shocked. You hadn’t even meant it as a jab at him. You were genuinely floored at the idea of someone being friends with him. 

“Yeah, they go way back. They survived in the Underground together.” Mary said, lounging across the couch like she owned the place. 

“How do you know so much about him?” You asked, your voice a tad bit suspicious. 

“Dearie, I know a lot of people.” She laughed. “I make it my job to know about the people I interact with. It keeps me safe and it keeps my pockets full.” You pressed your lips together. It was too much to ask her to help you out of the goodness of her heart, but still it rubbed you the wrong way. 

“Anyways,” Mary continued, waving her hand around in the air. “If there’s anyone who wants Sans put away for its Grillby.” You blinked at her words, confused. 

“I thought you just said they were friends?” You said. 

“They are, but believe it or not Sans wasn’t always this crazy. I mean every monster has a screw loose, but I hear The Butcher was halfway normal.” Mary said, sitting up straighter. She glanced towards the door, her voice lowering as if what she was saying was a secret. 

“What happened to him?” You whispered. 

“His brother died. Don’t know how, but he did. I met him once. Looked scary as fuck but was honestly a sweet guy. Poor thing.” Mary looked down at her watch before tsking. “Look, that’s all I can offer you. I’m not looking to die anytime soon. Get me my money and don’t ever contact me again.”

You nodded along to her words, just a bit grateful that she had given you this much. Still, the way she talked rubbed you the wrong way. You weren’t going out of your way to put her in harm's way. You were just trying to get yourself out of it. Plus, this was going to be mutually beneficial for both of you. 

“Sans should be back soon, so just sit tight-“ Mary’s words cut off abruptly, causing you to look up at where she had been. You stood up slowly, looking around as she was nowhere to be seen. Your pulse jumped as Sans appeared in front of you and you jolted back. He smiled down at you but it looked strange. Strained. 

“hey sweetheart. have a good talk?” Sans cooed reaching over and cupping your cheek. Your eyes flickered around you before you licked your lips nervously. 

“Where did Mary go?” You asked, trying to keep your tone steady. Sans frowned for a split second before grinning even wider. 

“i took her home babe. i figured you guys were done talking.” His hand trailed lower before wrapping lightly around throat. You swallowed thickly, feeling like something was off. “you’re done talking aren’t you?” Sans asked, his voice low. 

*****

His fingers were curled around your neck and he could feel your pulse racing underneath your skin. You were so scared. It was practically radiating off of you. You poor thing. How could Sans not see it before? He didn’t know why you were so scared of him. 

You didn’t want to die.

But he needed to make sure you felt safe around him. You were keeping secrets. But Sans would take care of it all. He’d forgive you for wanting to leave him. He’d figure something out. 

“Yeah, we’re done.” You said, keeping eye contact with him even as your voice shook. Sans squeezed your throat, just slightly, before releasing it. 

“what did you decide on?” Where were you planning on leaving him? 

“I heard you might like to go to Grillby’s.” You said, still looking him in his eyelight. This time Sans’ smile came more easily. It was almost gentle. 

“yea, that guy and i go way back. been meaning to introduce you two.” Sans said, turning around as he scratched at his skull. Why hasn’t he introduced you two? Grillby would be thrilled to meet you. Wait a minute. 

“how long have we been dating?” Sans asked, turning his head to look at you. He expected you to get mad, it was on him for forgetting after all. But you froze like a deer stuck in headlights, eyes going wide. 

That’s because you weren’t dating him. He took you.

Turning around fully, Sans’ grin started to slip away. When did you meet? How did you meet? Reaching up, Sans grabbed a hold of the side of the hole and started tugging on it anxiously, trying his best to remember. 

“d-did you ever meet paps? he’s a cool dude. he would’ve loved you.” Sans eyelight flickered around the room before settling on you. You had taken several steps back, your expression cautious. 

He’s scaring you

“you remember paps don’t ya? you remember my brother?” Of course you did. You two were probably best friends. Paps had the effect on people. But you couldn’t be best friends with him now. Paps would understand. 

He can’t kill you. He needs you 

Seeing you standing so far away, Sans took a step towards you just as you took another step back. 

“Yeah, I remember him. He was really nice.” You said, your gaze still locked on Sans. Like a cornered animal. 

“do you miss him?” Sans asked, feeling oddly shaky at the question. You suddenly rushed forward, wrapping your arms around Sans in a hug. 

“No, I have you.” 

Sans wrapped his arms around you, feeling your body tremble against his boned hand as a slight smile curled up against his skull. You might feel suffocated by him, but at least you didn’t want to see Paps again. He tightened his hold on you, resting his face on the top of your head. He kissed your head before nuzzling into your hair. 

At least Sans could still scare you with the threat of death.

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“Has Mary called today?” You asked, looking up from your seat on the couch as Sans walked into the room. Your nose wrinkled and you quickly looked down, away from Sans, at the smell of dust and copper wafting off of him. Lifting up your legs, you wrapped your arms around them as a shudder ran through you. 

You thought he was done killing. 

But lately he kept coming back smelling like that. No amount of showers could completely wash the smell off seeing as he went out every day. 

“you cold sweetheart?” Sans said, picking up a blanket from the back of the couch and rushing over to your side. He draped the blanket around your shoulders before sitting next to you and putting an arm around you. The smell intensified, causing you to shudder even more. 

He didn’t answer your question about Mary. Sans had started ignoring every question about Mary after the day you had last seen her, about a week ago. Sometimes he would just stare at you blankly for several seconds before changing the subject. You were worried she was dead. That Sans had killed her. The guilt of that thought kept you awake at night. 

“when are you wanting to meet grillby? i’m sure you two would get along well. he’s a lot more talkative than he was in the underground. ha, all he used to do down there was scream and scream.” Sans let out a huff of laughter, staring across the room as if lost in through. “paps and i used to scrounge up any little extra magic we could get just to give to grillby.” He mumbled, before squeezing you tightly against him. 

“i don’t miss those days. i didn’t have you back then…. r-right?” Sans stammered at the question, his boney face contouring in confusion as he turned to look at you. You immediately reaching out a hand and putting it on top of his. 

“Yeah, you’re right. We met on the surface.” You said quickly, your pulse jumping up a notch as Sans just sat there staring at you. His eyelight seemed to dim for a bit as he frowned, making him look ominous, before he brightened and a large smile stretched out across his face. 

“sorry i’m such a forgetful bonehead.” Sans laughed out before leaning forward. You held still, holding your breath as he pressed his teeth against your lips. His tongue poked out, pressing against your lips which you kept firmly closed. He stayed there for a second longer, gently nudging his tongue against your lips as if begging for entrance before he leaned back with a sigh. You turned your head away, resisting the urge to wipe at your lips. 

“are you mad at me sweetheart?” Sans asked, his voice edged with concern, the arm wrapped around you tightened and you flinched as you felt his claw like fingers dig into your shoulder. 

“I’m not mad Sans.” You said, turning to face him with a hesitant smile on your face. “I want to meet Grillby soon. I want to get along with your friends. Maybe we could go to see him in the next few days?” You quickly changed the subject, resisting the urge to squirm under Sans’ intense gaze. He watched you for a few tense seconds before a slow lazy smile spread across his face. 

“i’ll talk to him today to see what works best.” Sans said as he stood up. He grabbed out his phone and started walking towards his room. 

“Sans.” You said, your arms tightening their hold around your legs. You waiting until Sans had turned to face you before you looked him straight in his eyelight. 

“What did you do with Mary?” Your voice was soft and low as you asked the question. Sans crocked his head to the side, confusion overtaking his features for a few seconds before a slow, chilling, cold smile spread across his face. 

“i’m gonna go call grillby now.” He said, slight dark amusement in his tone that left your breathless and frozen to the spot until he turned and left the room. When he did you curled into yourself and started quietly crying into your knees. 

*****

“we’ll get to see grillby tomorrow.” Sans mumbled, brushing the tips of his fingers against the skin on your arm. You shivered, which made Sans smirk. 

You were scared. You weren’t enjoying it. You were scared.

He pressed himself closer to you, not noticing how you stiffened as he did. Sans pressed a kiss against the back of your head before nuzzling his cheek into your hair. 

“can’t sleep sweetheart?” He purred, his hand snaking out to grab hold of your stomach so he could press you even further into him. 

“Please no. No-not now Sans.” You stammered out, probably nervous. 

Scared. You were always so scared.

“i’ll be gentle.” Sans mumbled as he pressed kisses against your neck. He grinded his hips against your rear, the magic coming readily as he felt the cushioning. Soon he felt himself excited and ready to be in you once and for all. Feeling him against you, you started flailing, pushing against him. 

“St-stop! I said stop!” Your voice came panicked and high-pitched. Surprised, Sans let go as you scrambled to put some distance between you and him. He watched as you practically fell off the bed trying to get away from him. Sans sat up as you stood, before half turning to face him. You looked so nervous. 

“I’m going to go sleep in the other room.” You mumbled, voice half shaking as you walked towards the open bedroom door. Panic seized up inside Sans as he watched you walking away from him. 

He couldn’t let you leave. 

The door slammed shut before your fingers could even brush the doorknob. You jolted back before looking back at Sans, eyes wide. Sans had his hand held out towards the door, the palm glowing blue. His eyelight kept flickering between you and the door as a nervous smile twitched across his skull. 

“come back to bed sweetheart. i promise not to do anything else.” tonight Sans said, using his other hand to wave you towards him. You stayed firmly where you were. Sans let out a nervous soft laugh. 

“you don’t trust me sweetheart?” Sans said nervously as he got off the bed. You had pressed your back against the door, your hand desperately wiggling the now locked doorknob. That made him sad. That you don’t trust him. He didn’t want you to think he would hurt you. 

You’re trying to leave him. It’s too late to leave a good impression. He had to lock you up so you would never leave him.

Sans walked towards you, hands out and up, a slight hesitant smile on his skull. 

“i just got a little excited is all. i wouldn’t hurt you sweetheart. i love you.” He said, his tone hushed. You stopped pressing your body against the door, instead taking a step towards him. Sans relaxing, releasing tension he hadn’t noticed was there. He took the last few steps towards you, wrapping you up in a tight hug. Sans ignored the fact you were shaking. He just held on to you tightly, breathing in your scent. It calmed everything down. 

“i’m sorry sweetheart. i didn’t mean to scare you.” He mumbled into your hair. He felt your arms wrap around him and Sans let out a sigh. 

“i love you.” Sans mumbled against the top of your head. 

“I love you too.” You said, your voice shaky and watery. 

Liar

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When you first saw Grillby you were horrified. He looked terrifying. A creature made out of red flames. When he reached out a hand, you instinctively took a step back. At which Sans chuckled at. 

“don’t worry sweetheart. his flames won’t hurt you.” Sans said, wrapping an arm around you as you walked closer to the bar which Grillby stood behind. He still had his hand out, looking at you expectedly. You first glanced up at Sans before reaching out your own hand. You flinched as his hand engulfed yours, closing your eyes as you expected to feel your skin burn. Instead his hand was warm, but not so warm it actually hurt. You opened your eyes to find Grillby watching you, you couldn’t see his eyes behind his glasses but you could feel his gaze on you. 

“Please…. sit.” Grillby said, gesturing towards the bar stools. You sat down and Sans sat down beside you. The skeleton monster looked calm and relaxed as he shook Grillby’s hand. 

“nice to see you again grill. it’s been a while. not sure why we stopped talking.” Sans said as Grillby quietly sat a glass of some liquid that glowed green in front of Sans. Sans immediately brought it up to his teeth and downed it. “sure did miss your drinks.” 

“Yes Sans….. why did we stop…. Talking?” Grillby said, looking at you instead of Sans. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat before Grillby came to stand in front of you. He sat down a drink, it was glittery and glowing purple. “I’m sure you’ll…… enjoy this one.” 

You glanced over at Sans to see him watching you. He was frowning slightly. 

“i’m not so sure grill. it’s a monster drink after all.” Sans mumbled, he reached over to take your drink but Grillby held up a hand. “It’s okay….. I made it light.” Grillby assured Sans. You grabbed hold of the drink, staring down at it for a second before taking a sip. Surely a sip wouldn’t do much. The taste exploded on your tongue and you let out a gasp. It tasted like cotton candy, but the most delicious cotton candy you have ever tasted. Sans let loose a chuckle as you immediately took another sip. 

“slow down sweetheart. i know it’s good but you have to pace yourself. grill, get her a water.” Sans said as he removed the glass from your hand and sat it back down. You grit your teeth together to keep from glaring at him for treating you like a child. Grillby sat down another glass in front of you, a slight smile on his face. You took a drink, eyes widening as the taste of caramel slid down your throat. This wasn’t water. You looked at Grillby, wondering what he was doing. You needed to talk to him alone. Mary said he would help you. You sat the glass down, looking at both drinks, before glancing back up at Grillby, but he had already moved back over to stand in front of Sans. 

“So…. how did you two…. Meet?” Grillby asked, you again felt his eyes on you but you immediately dropped your gaze as you felt Sans turn to look at you as well. You started sweating. You thought Grillby was going to help you. 

“uh, yeah.. it’s… huh. forgive me sweetheart but how did we meet again?” Sans asked. You glanced up to look at him only for the world to swirl around you. A wave of dizziness hit you and you grabbed onto the bar table to steady yourself. 

“W-we meet at the store. Did you forget?” You mumbled out, hearing your words slur together as everything started to spin. 

“are you okay?” Sans asked reaching over to grab your glass of ‘water.’ He held it out to you. “here, drink some more water.” Sans said, pushing the glass into your hands. Your heart was thumping in your chest as you watched Grillby. He was smiling again. 

“Yes… drink. It will make you feel…. better.” Both Grillby and Sans were watching you. Your hands shook as you took another drink, the sweet caramel taste sliding over your tongue as you swallowed. You could have sworn you heard Grillby let out a chuckle. 

*****

“i didn’t know she was such a lightweight.” Sans said, cradling you as you slept in his arms. You had passed out rather quickly, after only a few sips of the drink Grillby had made you. Thankfully Sans had made you drink the whole glass of water, so you shouldn’t feel so awful tomorrow morning. 

“i’m gonna bring her home real quick. i’ll be right back.” Sans said, glancing up at Grillby, who was quietly washing a cup. The flame monster gave a slight nod of his head to indicate he had heard Sans. 

Sans teleported home, hoping you wouldn’t wake up and be sick from the sudden change in scenery. But you were completely passed out. Sans let out a chuckle as he laid you down. He covered you up and pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead. He had been really looking forward to you getting to know Grillby. He was Sans’ best friend after all. Why haven’t you two met? For the life of him, Sans couldn’t remember why he stopped talking to Grillby. They hadn’t had a falling out. Maybe Sans could ask him. He stepped through time and space and landed back in the bar. Sans glanced around, usually there would be monster crawling all over the place, but it was oddly quiet. 

“They left…. they’re scared of you Sans.” Grillby said, as he ran a wet cloth against the bar table. Sans let out a nervous huff of air as he shifted from foot to foot. 

“scared? why would they be scared of me? i’m harmless.” Sans said, taking a seat back in his usual spot. 

“You’ve killed…. a lot of monsters.” Grillby said, pausing to look at you. 

“that was before! in the underground!” Sans argued. 

“A week ago… you killed…. Jerry.” Sans stood up, slamming his hands on the counter. 

“that’s different.” He growled. “those are friends for paps.” Sans hissed out, feeling his head ache. 

I know what you’re doing Grillby. I hope it works.

“What about….the girl?” Grillby asked, a sharp tone in his voice. 

“what about her?” Sans snapped out. 

“What’s her… name?” Grillby asked, to which Sans went quiet at. He reached up, grabbing at the hole in his head. It aches. 

“he-her name? i-i forgot.” Sans mumbled. 

You never asked her name.

“You met at the store right? What happened? Where was your first date? When did you ask her to be your girlfriend? Tell me Sans….. What do you know about her?” Grillby asked, his voice urging Sans to remember. 

“she had a roommate.” Sans said quietly, sitting down slowly. It hurts. His head hurts. It aches. He needed you. He couldn’t lose you. 

Remember, remember, remember. I’ll keep you. I’ll keep you safe. Stop this.

“What… happened?” Grillby asked, he reached out his hand and laid it on Sans shoulder. Sans felt everything go blank, just for a second, before he grabbed hold of his skull and let out a low groan. 

“i took her. she isn’t mine.” Sans hissed out, his claws digging into his skull. He looked up at Grillby, who was smiling sadly back at him. 

“What… now? Will you…. Kill her?” Grillby asked. Sans waved his hand through the air, using his magic to grab a bottle that Grillby kept on the high shelf. He uncorked and immediately took a swing of it. His mind was racing. There was a part of him, a small part, that wanted to sink back into that delusion. But he could think clearly now. He knew. Sans knew you hated him and were scared of him. You would take any chance to leave him. 

“no.” Sans growled out. “i’ll just make her mine.” 

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Your head was throbbing when you woke up. Stumbling out of bed, you carefully made your way over to the kitchen. Making yourself a glass of water, you downed it immediately before setting the glass down and holding your head between two hands. 

Sans hadn’t been clinging to you when you woke up so that meant he wasn’t here. Making your way over to the living room, you collapsed onto the couch with a groan. Everything was spinning and your head was pounding. You drifted off back to sleep. 

You had no idea how long you were sleeping for before you heard Sans stumble in through the door. You jolted up when he slammed the door behind him. Poking your head out from the back of the couch you saw Sans watching you with a large bared teeth smile. You immediately felt uneasy. 

“Sans, where have-“ You began, starting to stand but Sans cut you off. 

“you’re a pretty good liar, sweetheart.” Sans huffed out, his tone thick with dark amusement. You were stood to your feet and started walking backwards, away from Sans. There was something strange about his expression. He was looking at you. Really looking. 

“What do you mean?” You asked, watching as Sans approached you. He staggered like his balance was off and you wondered if he had been drinking this whole time. You kept walking back until you’re back hit a wall, and as if sensing you were cornered, Sans pounced at you. Your instincts told you to run, so that’s what you tried to do. But before you could blink, Sans had you by the neck and was pinning you to the wall. Your hands instinctively went up to the arm that was holding your throat but Sans didn’t put any pressure on his grip, just held you there. 

“you’re not mine.” Sans whispered, tilting his head as he eyed you. You were shaking all over and tears were pricking at the corners of your eyes. You willed them away. “you’re not my girlfriend, you don’t love me.” 

Your breath started coming fast as your hands squeezed tightly around Sans’ wrist. You felt shaky and dizzy all at once. 

“Are you going to kill me?” The question was hard to ask, but you had to know. Sans hand let go of your throat and both hands drifted down to your arms, grabbing your tightly as he laid his forehead down on your shoulder. You felt engulfed by him, completely surrounded by him. 

“no.” He mumbled. 

“What do you want from me?” You asked. 

“i don’t know.” Again, he mumbled, his arms wrapping around you. A shudder ran through you. He could crush you to death right here and now, if he wanted to. “i just want you. alive. i’ll be good to you. just tell me what you want and i’ll make it happen.” 

“I want to leave.” You regretted your words as soon as Sans tensed, holding you tightly against him. His breathing came fast and ragged. 

“anything but that.” He whispered. It took several seconds for your heart to stop racing so fast. You took a deep breath and let it out shaky and slowly. 

“I want to sleep in a different room.” You said, waiting tensely for Sans to react, but he just nodded against your shoulder. 

“I want you to stop touching me.” You continued, but stopped when Sans reached up and brushed a hand against your cheek. 

“i can’t do that.” He chuckled. You moved your face away from his touch and he just wrapped his arm back around you. 

“I want you to stop kissing.” If he wouldn’t stop touching you, you at least hoped he would stop that. Sans chuckled again. 

“okay, i’ll stop.” He said, amusement clear in his tone. The ‘for now’ was silent but obvious in his tone. “i’ll be good to you. so just stay here. forever.” 

It’s not like you had a choice. 

*****

It had been two days. And although he could hold you like he was now, sitting on the couch with you in his lap and his arms around you, you were still tense and very scared. That’s okay. Sans could deal with your fears. You’d come around. Maybe not to love, but to tolerance. You’d learn to tolerate Sans, and then you two would stay together. Forever. He’d take care of you, give you a good life. To make up for taking you. 

“what’s your name? i never asked you that.” He reached up a hand, brushing his fingers through your hair. Sans watched as you suppressed a shudder. He dropped his hand and instead wrapped it around your midsection again. 

“It’s (Y/n.)” You replied, fiddling with your fingers. You didn’t like him touching you, you had said as much when you wanted him to stop doing it. But Sans couldn’t. You were so soft. So warm. It made the constant ache in his chest feel better. It made the nightmares stop. Now that you were sleeping in a different room, the nightmares were back. But that’s okay. He’d convince you. Sans had plenty of time. 

“that’s a pretty name.” Sans mumbled, squeezing you against him. You tensed again before slowly relaxing. You were starting to relax around him, maybe you were just tired of constantly being on edge. 

“do you have family, anyone you want to see?” Sans asked. He’d find a way for you to meet with them. If that’s what you wanted. He realized his mistake once you tensed up again. 

“No. It was just my cousin.” You spoke, your voice laced with that same fear and hate Sans was starting to get used to. The cousin he had killed. His hold on you relaxed some. You didn’t move. Maybe you knew Sans wouldn’t have let you. He wanted to apologize, but knew it wouldn’t mean anything to you. You hated him. You were scared of him. But he would wait. You’d come to tolerate him. Sans just had to be patient. 

And if that didn’t work, there were other ways. Sans wasn’t above blackmailing you. Into threatening you into doing what he wanted. Human instinct was amazing. They’d do a lot not to experience pain or discomfort. That’s where humans and monsters weren’t so different. But Sans didn’t want to do that just yet. He wanted to try and be patient. To try to get you to tolerate him. 

“What did you do to Mary?” You asked suddenly. It caught Sans off guard and he was silent for several seconds. His hold on you tightened once more. Sans knew you weren’t going to like what he said. He didn’t want you to try and leave his embrace. 

“i killed her.” Sans mumbled, looking down at you as a shudder ran through you. He felt a prick in his soul as he saw tears prick at your eyes. He squeezed you gently. 

“i’m not gonna kill again. unless you leave me. then i’ll kill someone and make you watch.” It wasn’t a threat, it was a warning. You were shaking now and Sans realized it was too much. He opened up his arms and you immediately scrambled away. Fear was wafting off you like a cloud as you bolted out of the living room, down the hall, and into the room across was San.’ The door slammed shut. He sat and stared after you. You would come around. You would tolerate him. Sans would be patient. 

If that didn’t work. 

There were other methods. 

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Sitting across from Sans at the table you poked a fork at the huge pile of spaghetti in front of you. Just like all the food Sans made for you, the amount was daunting. He usually ate whatever you couldn’t finish. One thing that hadn’t changed about Sans was his appetite. He ate and ate and ate some more. It was almost a relief to find one similarly between him now and the Sans you were used to. The two were like completely different monsters. 

“The pasta is good.” You mumbled, almost to yourself. It was good. Sans was, surprisingly, a good cook. 

“yea, you would’ve hated paps’ spaghetti.” Sans chuckled, a note of weariness and sadness in his tone. You froze, the forkful of spaghetti halfway towards your mouth. Usually, you tried to avoid the topic of ‘Paps’ because Sans only talked about him in the context of finding more friends for him. This Sans, however, was done with killing, or so he had said. Your eyes flicker up towards Sans, only to find him looking down at his empty plate. You lowered your fork as you watched him more closely. 

“What was he like?” The question was just a whisper but Sans raised his head up immediately to look at you. You found yourself holding his gaze, only slightly terrified. You were more scared of the fact that you seemed to be getting used to Sans. At least this Sans was halfway sane. You could actually talk to him. Sans looked you over for a few seconds before his teeth lifted up into a slight smile. 

“he was the coolest guy around.” Sans started, his voice edged with nostalgia. “not a lot of people saw it, but paps was the coolest. even after everything, after starving and going crazy paps still had this… this sort of light around him. like he was just- just better at dealing with everything.” Sans let out a halfhearted chuckle, his eyelight seeming far away in that moment, as if he was reminiscing about better times. You watched him, feeling a prick of pity at his expression. “he was kind to everyone. even the humans we ended up killing. he… he didn’t want it to be painful. i…. i was angry a lot back then. i wanted to hurt them. make them suffer. paps convinced me to just kill them and make it painless.” Sans had started gripping the side of the table, his claws digging into the wood. You felt a shudder roll through you as he talked about killing. Even back then Sans was a murderer. Although you didn’t think there was a monster alive who hadn’t killed a human before. 

“How did he- how did he die?” You spoke softly, your question hesitant as you kept a careful eye of Sans’ expression. His fingers curled against the table as he tensed up. You held your breath as you watched Sans struggle to compose himself. He took a deep breath before letting it out slowly. Slowly, he seemed to relax. 

“a human did a drive by. some racist prick.” Sans mumbled. “paps had been doing so good too. he was going to therapy, he was slowly starting to stop hoarding food. hell, he was halfway there to convincing me to go to therapy.” Sans looked up, locking gazes with you. “i killed him slowly. it took him two months to die. by the time he did, he was begging for mercy. begging me to kill him.” 

You didn’t realize you were shaking until you had wrapped your arms around yourself and felt your skin trembling. But you kept your gaze on Sans as he watched you, waiting for you to react. 

“What are you wanting from me Sans? Why are you keeping me here?” You had wanted your voice to come across as strong and assertive, but really you just sounded so tired. Sans looked at you for a long time, seeming to study your face as he did. 

“i just want you here. to stay with me. to not leave. i-i don’t know what i want. sometimes i just want to touch you, and feel you. but i know you’re scared of me (y/n.) and you being scared of me makes me feel terrible. but i’d rather you look at me like i’m the most frightening thing on earth than never look at me at all. i think, in a twisted way, i really do love you.” Sans said, his intense gaze on you holding you in place. You swallowed thickly before finally breaking eye contact. You hurriedly glanced down at your half eaten spaghetti. 

“We could do this differently.” You said quietly, your heart starting to pound in your chest. You squeezed yourself tightly, trying to keep calm and trying to keep the desperation out of your voice. You licked your lips before glancing up at Sans for a split second and then back down at your plate. “Yo-you could let me go. An-and we could still meet. I won’t te-tell anyone. I promise! And I’ll stay where you could come visit me anytime.” You stuttered through the first half, feeling the tension in the air as you mention leaving before rushing through the second half. Sans fingers clenched against the table, you flinched when you heard the wood breaking. He was that strong? 

“i can’t risk it.” Sans croaked out, his tone hushed. “i need you. you’re keeping me from killing a lot of people. a lot of humans and monsters. do you want them to die?” Sans voice grew harsher as he talked. You quickly shook your head. 

“Sans, you don’t have to kill anyone.” You said, your voice rushed. “We can stay like this. Just- please… don’t kill anyone.” Sans grip on the table immediately relaxed and the tension in the air disappeared. 

“i won’t.” Sans promised. “just so long as you never try to leave me. i can give you a lot (y/n.) i have plenty of gold. you humans put a lot of value on gold.” Sans let out a slight huff of amusement. “i can be really good to you.” Sans said, finally releasing his hold on the table. You let out a shuddering breath. “just don’t ever try to leave.” 

*****

Sans opened the door slowly. He could hear your slow, steady breathing even with the door closed, but he made sure not to wake you as he stepped inside the room. Your  room. He stepped closer to your bed as you slept peacefully, unaware he was there. He liked watching you sleep. You were so relax. Unguarded. You didn’t have waves of fear wafting off of you. He tilted his head as he reached towards your face, brushing a hand gently against your cheek. You didn’t stir. You were getting more relaxed around Sans. It was good that he had come back to himself. You preferred him this way. 

“just tell me what you want, sweetheart. i’ll make it happen.” Sans whispered as he crouched down beside your bed. He brushed a strand of hair away from your cheek and leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on it. You didn’t move. You didn’t know he was there. You had no self preservation. It made Sans glad. But also worried. You needed him. To keep you safe. 

“there’s a lot of bad people out there sweetheart.” Sans mumbled, rubbing his thumb bone against your cheek. For a second he thought you leaned in against his touch, that made his soul pump happily against his chest. He was getting somewhere. He was making progress. “i won’t let anything happen to you.” He’ll keep you happy here. He’ll keep you fed. You’ll come to tolerate Sans. Sans would be pleased if you just le t him i n. He was being so patient with you. But Sans knew. He wasn’t acting like a fool anymore. Sans knew. Sooner or later, he was going to crack. And you wouldn’t like that. So he needed you to come to tolerate him. Just enough. Just enough so he wouldn’t break. He could pretend. Pretend to be okay. Pretend to be sane. 

Suddenly your eyes flashed open and you were staring at him. The familiar fear wafted through the air and Sans breathed it in. It meant you were alive. You were here with him. He could tolerate your fear. Only if you tolerated him. 

“sweetheart-” Sans started but you immediately cut him off. 

“What are you doing Sans?” You whispered, your eyes still locked on him. Sans realized his thumb was still on your cheek and he rubbed it against your skin thoughtfully. You were so damned soft. 

“i can’t sleep. not without you.” Sans admitted, still rubbing his thumb across your cheek. He could seen you tense for several seconds before relaxing. You sat up, moving away from Sans’ touch. 

“I don’t want to sleep with you.” You said the words firmly, and Sans struggled to keep the annoyance out of his tone as he talked. 

“i know sweetheart-” He started. 

“Stop- stop calling me that. You called me that when you didn’t know. When you thought I was yours.” Sans felt a sting in his chest as you threw his words back in his face. You weren’t his. He knew that now. But that wouldn’t stop him from trying to make you his. You belonged to him. And he would try everything to make sure you knew that. 

“just sleep with me.” Sans said, hearing the desperation in his own voice. “you don’t have to touch me and i won’t touch you. just sleep in the same bed as me, or even just the same room as me. i can’t sleep. you’re the only thing that makes the nightmares go away.” Sans had reached over, grabbing your hand. Holding onto it like it was a lifeline. He needed you. Needed you so badly. And you didn’t even know how much power you held over him. You were staring at him. He could still feel that fear wafting off him. But you scooted over, yanking your hand out of his grip before turning over onto your side. There was enough room for Sans to climb into bed with you now. 

“Do whatever you want.” Your voice sounded tired and weary. Sans knew you didn’t want it, knew you were just playing along, but he still climbed into bed alongside you, wrapping his arms around you and holding onto you like you were a lifeline. Sans buried his nose into the back of your head and breathed in your scent. He shook, and started wondering. 

Was he really that different from when he was delusional. From when he though you were his girlfriend. Had he really changed? Sans still through he could have you. Could make you his. Maybe he had never changed. Maybe he was still delusional. But there was one thing for certain that Sans knew. 

You would never escape him. 

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You were starting to get comfortable. And that scared you. You had slept soundly while Sans had clung to you. You were getting more and more worried the longer you stayed trapped. You weren’t stupid, you knew all about Stockholm syndrome. Watching Sans move around the house, you chewed anxiously on your nails. With time passing you had to keep reminding yourself to stay alert. Sans was very dangerous. You kept reminding yourself that.  

“do you need anything while i’m out?” Sans asked. You barely even jumped when you realized he had teleported behind you. You expected it but still shivered when you felt his boned hand brush against your cheek. You held your breath before letting it out slowly. Maybe this wasn’t so bad. Maybe you were overreacting. Sans had held you here for… months? You were losing track of time. But he had kept you for long and still has never hurt you. Dragging your legs up to your chest, you wrapped your arms around them before resting your chin on your knees. 

“Can we eat lobster again?” You mumbled out, your cheeks burning with embarrassment as Sans let out a soft chuckle. 

“yea sweet- yea we can.” Sans said, hesitating as he stumbled over his words. You tried not to feel that prickle of gratitude that he was trying. 

‘You’re acting as delusional as him! This isn’t safe. You aren’t safe here!’ Your mind screamed at you, but it was softer than it usually was. Sans hand drifted up from your cheek to your head before he ruffled your hair. You swung up a hand to swat at his hand, although you numbly noticed that there was no bite to it. It felt almost playful. Another shudder ran through you and you felt Sans staring at you. 

“i’ll be back soon.” Sans, reaching over and squeezing your shoulder. You turned around to watch him walk to the door, he unlocked and opened it before turning to catch your eye. You hated being left here alone for hours on end. You were starting to miss him when he left. 

“Hurry back.” You mumbled before you could stop yourself. You heard the door click back shut and looked up to see Sans watching you with a perplexed look on his face. 

“do you mean it? or are you pretending again?” He asked, walking back towards you. You looked away but his hand grabbed your chin and gently guided your face back towards him. You could feel your cheeks blazing with embarrassment. 

“I hate being here alone.” You muttered truthfully. Sans dropped his hand and soon had a huge grin across his skull. His hand came up to cover it. 

“sorry, i’ll-i’ll try not to leave you alone for long.” His glee at your omission was apparent. 

“don’t worry, i’ll be back in a flash.” He said, winking before disappearing from sight. You blinked, the sight of him teleporting still leaving you feeling shocked. With a wary sigh, you leaned forward to grab one of your half finished books off the coffee table. You flipped to the bookmarked page before trying to focus on the words written across the page. For the life of you, you couldn’t seem to focus on the storyline, and it was a really good storyline. Shifting into a more comfortable position you tried again, but something kept tickling at the back of your mind. 

Suddenly you sat up, a gasp leaving your mouth as you slammed the book shut. You stumbled up, dropping the book to the floor in your rush as you hurried to the door. You stood in front of it for a good ten seconds, heart pounding in your chest before you reached for the doorknob. Your whole hand was shaking as you wrapped your fingers around the knob and turned. Then you pushed forward and the door opened with a familiar creak. 

He had forgotten to lock the door again. 

*****

As a known criminal, Sans couldn’t just go shopping around. So he usually hired someone to do the shopping for him. And after hearing you admit to not wanting to be alone, he was more inclined than ever to get back home soon. But while he waited for his shopper to get done, he figured he should visit Grillby. 

“hey grill.” Sans was all grins as he came into the bar, he saw Grillby’s usual stoic face twitch up into a slight smile. 

“So I take it….. It’s going….. well?” Grillby asked as Sans took his usual seat. Sans chuckled, waving away his usual drink. 

“yea, it’s going pretty good. i’ll stick with water thanks.” He didn’t want you see him inebriated again. That hadn’t been a good experience for either of them. Thinking about you, Sans flipped open his phone and texted his shopper to hurry up. His foot tapped against the floor as a rush of anxiety over took him. He didn’t like leaving his sweetheart alone for too long. 

Sans stayed and chatted with Grillby for a good hour, catching up on all he missed since he became a known criminal. Grillby insisted Sans take home a bottle of his favorite drink. Sans had tried to refuse but Grillby was relentless in his insistence. Maybe he could get you to try some, he wanted to see you drunk.  Picking up the groceries from his shopper, Sans then teleported home with everything he needed. His eyelights immediately flashed towards the couch where he had last left you, but the couch was empty. He started putting away groceries, sticking the bottle in the fridge, Sans began rustling around the different bags hoping the noise would bring you out of your room. When you didn’t come out, Sans figured you were taking a nap. It wasn’t uncommon after speed reading a whole book for you to take a nap to rest your mind. 

Setting out the lobster, Sans grabbed a large pot to boil it before preparing everything. He had also picked up some sushi since you seemed to like seafood. Once everything was cooking, Sans stepped away for a moment to go check on you. Knocking softly on your door as a warning, he opened it slowly. 

“(y/n?)” Opening the door fully, he looked around and didn’t see you. He turned towards his room, a little confused but also slightly hopeful. Maybe you had missed him so much you had taken a nap in his bed. He quietly teleported to his room in hopes to catch you in the act. He looked around, his grin slowly fading. 

“(y/n!)” He hollered, suddenly panicked. He teleported to Pap’s old room, testing the doorknob but it was still firmly locked. He still knocked on it. 

“you in there (y/n?)” Sans voice came out shaky. There was no reply. Taking a shaky breath in, Sans teleported inside, hoping to see you in there. You weren’t supposed to be in here, but Sans would let it slide. He’d be patient. He looked around wildly. The room was still as organized as Sans had left it before he had locked up this place. The only difference was the think layer of dust that seemed to cover everything. There was no you in sight. Only bittersweet memories. Teleporting out, back into the living room, Sans marched over to the door, dread growing in his soul as he gripped the doorknob and turned. The door easily opened. 

Sans eyelights went out. 

This was how you wanted to play? 

Sans would play. 

But you wouldn’t like it. 

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The door swung open easily and you stepped out onto the porch. The wind hit you and the smell of fresh air almost made tears come to your eyes. It’s been months since you’ve been outside. You whipped your head around, half-expecting Sans to behind you, a terrifying grin on his face. But there was no one there. You did didn’t think, you just acted. You bolted, bare feet slapping against first the wood on the porch and then the grass underfoot. Your head whipped around, looking left and then right, looking for a path to follow. A road. Something. 

But all you could see was a small clearing around the house and then trees and bushes. You picked a direction at random and started running again, your heart was pounding in your chest. You could do this. You could finally escape. You just needed to find a stream and follow it…. downhill? You couldn’t really remember but you were sure it was downhill. If you did you’d find civilization. You’d find a police station. You’d go somewhere far away and hide. Sans would never find you again. You ignored that faint feeling of sorrow at the thought of never seeing Sans again and focused on the fear pulsing through you. 

‘Don’t get caught! Don’t get caught!’ Your mind screamed at you over and over. Every time you stumbled, or a rock dug particularly hard into your bare feet, you let that mantra flow through you. You couldn’t go back now. What if Sans was already home? What if he had already seen you were gone. He’d be furious. 

‘Maybe he’ll be kind if you come back on your own.’ A tiny part of your mind whispered to you but you quickly shook it off, pausing as you looked up and down the creek you had found. Crouching down, you put a hand in the water, feeling the way it flowed and set off towards downhill. Looking behind you, you chewed on the bottom of your lip before climbing into the creek. All monsters who were alive today were hunters, almost like wild animals. You knew you were leaving a trail, even if you couldn’t see it, your best bet was to travel by creek. You flinched at the cold water but started walking. Your progress would be slower, but hopefully this would throw off Sans if he came looking for you.

You walked for what felt like hours, your eyes constantly flickering around you, on high alert. From the moment you stepped out of that doorway, adrenaline has been rushing through you keeping you alert and aware. The sun was starting to go down and the creek was getting deeper the longer you followed it. Soon you’d have to start swimming. You climbed back out, soaked to the bone, and kept following the creek. You jolted at every small sound and noise that you heard, expecting the worst. Your muscles relaxed some as everything went quiet, giving you a moment of peace. That’s when you should have really been worried. 

“sweetheart?” You heard Sans voice call out you and you immediately ducked down behind a tree, heart pounding in your chest. You kept perfectly still, even going so far as to hold your breath. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears and were so scared that Sans could hear it too. 

“sweetheart i’m not mad.” Sans cooed softly, you could hear his footsteps getting closer. “but you have to understand what you did was wrong. i don’t want to, but i have to make sure you understand sweetheart.” 

Sans voice sounded eerily calm, causing a ripple of uneasy fear to crawl down your spine. You stood up straight, your legs shaking, as you considered running. It would be useless, considering Sans could teleport. But maybe in the dark you could slip away. 

“if you come out now, i’ll make it easy on you. just come to me and it won’t be so bad.” You hesitated, your heart pounding. It might be better to go to Sans. You were caught, you had little hope of escaping. He said he’d go easy on you. You shifted until you could peek around the tree, to where you could hear Sans voice from. 

A loud thunk sounded above you, causing you to flinch back. Looking up, you saw Sans axe just meer inches from where your head had been. You didn’t think, you turned around and ran. Your heart pounding with the knowledge that Sans was trying to kill you. 

***** 

Sans had almost been amused following your trail. At first it had been kind of fun, amusing even. It had brought back nostalgic memories from way back then. Hunting with Paps by his side. But this time he wasn’t hunting to kill. No, he could never kill you. He just wanted to scare you a little. Teach you a lesson about running off into the woods. You probably didn’t know that this forest went on for miles in either direction. Sans should have told you. Maybe you wouldn’t have done this if you knew. 

Yet here you both were. Grabbing the handle of his axe with both hands, Sans forcefully yanked it out of the tree. He kept his eyelight trained on you, watching as you darted away, stumbling over a loose root in your hurry to leave him. Sans closed his eye sockets, breathing in deeply before exhaling slowly. Patience. He still needed to be patient with you. 

He followed at a safe distance, watching as you kept darting glances back at him. His grin grew wider each time your frightened gaze caught his. In that moment, it felt like predator and prey. But soon Sans became bored with the chase, and watching you stumble, fall, and scrape against trees made him worried. He didn’t want you to get hurt out here. One moment while you had fallen once again, Sans teleported behind you. Crouching down and grabbing your ankle before you could get yourself standing once more. You screamed, kicking at Sans with your other leg. Sans dragged you closer to him as you flailed, trying to escape from him. Sans flipped you over as he climbed on top you, trapping you with his body. You were sobbing now, punching at his chest, wiggling trying to get free. 

Getting annoyed with the theatrics, Sans raised his axe up and struck into the ground a foot from your head. You froze, falling silent as you trembled underneath Sans. He smiled softly, brushing a hand against your cheek. Your skin seemed to jump against his touch, and you exhaled a shaky breath. 

“sweetheart, i’m not mad.” Sans lied. Oh he was furious, but really he only had himself to blame. “it’s my fault for not locking the door back up.” You were looking up at him with wide frightened eyes as Sans crouched over you. Sans leaned down, gently pressing his teeth against your soft lips. Your lips quivered slightly but you didn’t move. It made Sans want to go further but he moved back, sitting up until he was half off of you. Patience. He had to be patient. Soon. Very soon. He watched as you stayed laying down, watchful eyes on Sans. You looked so frightened. 

“sweetheart, this wasn’t enough. you still have to learn your lesson.” Sans warned as he stood, helping you up as he did. You shuddered against his touch but didn’t try to pull away. Your gaze kept flickering from Sans’ gaze to ground before you licked your lips nervously. 

“What- what are you going to do to me?” You asked, your voice small. Gripping your hands, Sans gave it a small squeeze. 

“not a thing sweetheart, i would never hurt you.” 

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When Sans had offered to carry you, you didn’t fight it, instead wrapping your arms around his neck as he carried you. You shivered, half from the chilliness, half from fear. You didn’t know what he was going to do. He said he wasn’t going to hurt you, and try as you might, you believed him. Burying your head in his shoulder as he teleported you back to your entrapment, you let loose a shudder as dizziness passed through you in waves. A groan left your lips and Sans turned his head and to give you a soft peck on the cheek. You hated how comforting that felt. Lifting up your head, you saw Sans watching you. 

“I’m sorry.” You whispered out, another shudder running through you as he smiled sadly. 

“i know sweetheart, but you still have to learn.” He said as he began walking. He walked past the living room and kitchen and entered his room. Your arms tightened around him as he started towards the bed. You started shaking. Sans gently sat you down on the bed and you let go of him, scooting back to the headboard and wrapping your arms tightly around your legs, pulling them close to your chest. 

“don’t get off the bed sweetheart. i’ll be right back.” Sans disappeared without another word and you waited with baited breath for him to return. You didn’t even entertain the idea of leaving the bed. You already knew he was going to do something to ‘teach you a lesson’ but you had no idea what it was. It was the uncertainty that scared you so much. 

‘He said he wouldn’t hurt me, he said he wouldn’t hurt me.’ The thought ran through your head like a mantra. The sad part was it comforted you some. You actually believed what he said. Burying your face in your knees, you wait, shivering from fear and your wet clothes. 

“Where the hell am I?” A man’s terrified voice suddenly rang through the air, causing you to jolt out of your thoughts and lift your head up. Sans was back, holding a man by his arm. 

“Let go of me!” The man snapped as he jerked himself out of Sans’ hold. He was young, mid twenties maybe, with a well groomed brown mustache and beard. His hair was brown too and short. He was heavyset and was tall, but even he looked small compared to Sans. 

“Sans-“ You started, your voice uncertain. 

“You-you’re that bucher monster!” The stranger suddenly gasped out, taking a step back away from Sans. Sans just grabbed the man and forced him down onto his knees at the foot of the bed. 

“tell me your name.” Sans said as the man screamed profanities at him. His screaming cut short as Sans materialized his axe out of mid air, grabbing it and pressing it close to the man’s throat. 

“Sans!” You yelled, jolting forward. But you froze when Sans gripped the man’s hair, pulling his head back to bare his throat even more clearly. You had a clear view as Sans dragged the axe across his throat, the man let out a soft groan as the axe cut a soft trail across his throat, causing blood to blossom up. 

“scoot back sweetheart.” Sans said, his voice dangerously low. You numbly listen, pressing your back back up against the headrest, shaking arms wrapping back up against your trembling legs. 

“stay still, or it’s going to be a lot worse for this man. now, tell her your name.” Sans demanded, yanking the man’s hair once more. The stranger hissed out in pain. 

“Ga-Gary, Gary Hart. Fuck, please don’t- please don’t fucking kill me.” The man, Gary, started begging, tears welling up in his eyes. “Please man, I-I’m gonna be a dad soon. My girlfriend’s pregnant. Please, oh god, please don’t do this!” You were shaking all over. 

“Sans, please don’t-“ You started, your voice shaking as tears welled up in your eyes. You still didn’t dare move from your spot. 

“shut up.” Sans hissed out, glaring daggers at you. “it’s your fault for what’s about to happen. i warned you. now,” Sans moved the axe away from the man’s throat, gesturing towards the bed. “put your hand on the bed.” 

The man obeyed, his hands shaking as he laid it on the bed. Sans looked up, locking eyes with you as you held your breath. You slowly shook your head, begging with your eyes for him not to do it. 

“hold still sweetheart, if you move it’s gonna be a lot worse for gary here.” Sans raised his axe up high and swung it down in a moment that seemed to last forever. It took you a moment to numbly notice that the man was screamed, he had his arm clutched to his chest, blood soaking his shirt as he howled his pain to the world. His hand laid limply on the bed, soaked in its own blood. You were gripping the comforter of the bed, swaying gently side to side as everything started getting blurry. You suddenly felt Sans hands cupping your face and you gazed up at him with unfocused eyes. 

“don’t pass out sweetheart, or we’ll have to do this all over again.” He mumbled softly, pressing his forehead against yours. You closed your eyes shut tightly, a shudder running through your body as you willed yourself to stay conscious. You opened your eyes when you felt Sans move away from you. The man, Gary, was still sobbing but had attempted to crawl away, even as he was bleeding out. Sans tsked, walking over and grabbing the man by the back of his shirt. He, not so gently, threw him down at the edge of bed, keeping one foot on his back to keep him from moving away. 

“beg her for MERCY.” Sans said, raising his axe up high. The man, Gary, looked up, staring you right in the eyes with green eyes pleading for help. 

“Please don’t do this to me.” Gary choked out, his voice sounding weak. The axe came down, cleanly chopping Gary’s head off. Blood splattered across the bed, you numbly felt the wet warmth spray across your face and then everything went…. fuzzy. 

It was like you were watching yourself from outside your body. You were crying, tears streaming down your face, but you didn’t move, didn’t make a sound. Sans walked over to you and you didn’t react. He said something to you but you couldn’t understand what he was saying. You watched as Sans guided you off the bed, his gentle voice leading you outside the bedroom. You felt yourself step over the body of Gary, not daring to look down. Sans lead you to the bathroom, and you stood, numbly watching as Sans began fiddling with the shower head. Soon he had a shower running. Sans walked over to you and you didn’t react as he leaned down and kissed you, you tasted blood in your mouth but everything felt so far away. You watched with cloudy eyes as Sans left the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. 

*****

Sans nudged the body, looking over his room before letting loose a sigh. What a mess. Picking up the body, Sans teleported outside before dumping it on the ground. The anger whirling around inside him had calmed somewhat. But he was still pissed. He could still feel that shock of fear coursing through him. The idea of losing you had nearly been too much. Teleporting back, Sans grabbed the head and hand, looking at the ruined bedsheets and carpet. He’d have to replace them.

That’s okay, a small smirk spread across his face. He’d just sleep in your room. Seeing how desperate you were to leave him, Sans realized he should stop playing by your tune. He’d make sure you were happy, just as soon as he made sure you stayed put. 

Stopping outside the bathroom, Sans listened to the shower running. His hand reached for the doorknob, his grin growing. He wasn’t done either. You still had to learn. He was done being patient. 

Turning the doorknob, Sans opened the bathroom door and stepped inside.