On the Run
You only had your phone and keys on you. Everything else was left behind. You sighed as you sunk into the seat you were in. A cafe owner was nice enough to let you rest even though you didn’t have any money to buy anything. You thanked them graciously with what little breath you had left. You ran as fast and far as you could, and you honestly hoped Sans didn’t follow you.
Shuddering at the thought, you took big gulps of the water the owner had also given you. You looked at your phone reluctantly, seeing what you expected. Messages. All from Sans.
Sans
*_____
*_____?
* what happened
* why did you run like that? is something wrong
* youre not being funny
* you know you could talk to me
*_____
*please answer me
You felt a pang in your chest as you read the messages. He was worried. Just like last time. Groaning quietly, you checked your battery life. 68%. That’s how long you had left until you would leave entirely. You contemplated calling him at some point before your phone died forever, but pushed past the thought. It would just make it harder to leave.
Where would you go? Far away, that’s the best answer. Finishing the water, you left the cafe, on the search for a ride. A ride anywhere. Anywhere but here.
An hour passed after you left the cafe. Your mind was clouded with uncovered memories you wanted to forget. Of the last time you left like this. The only other time. You wished it would have stayed as the only one. You wondered if it was on such an impulse like this time. You wondered how long it took to get here. You wondered what it will be like this time.
Blake found you dehydrated, starving and exhausted when you first met. You walked more than you hitchhiked. With no money, you barely managed to survive.
Your phone had more messages when you checked. Sans wasn’t the only one. Calls were mixed in too. You almost regretted giving your number out.
Sans
*where are you
*im worried
*_____ answer me please
*ive told everyone
*please come back
*were looking for you
*_____
Ouch. The core of your heart hurt with every message. You did your best to numb yourself and look at the rest of the messages.
Toriel
*_____, Sans is very worried. Please talk to us, dear. We can help you
*Frisk is just as worried too.
You felt sick to your stomach, there wasn’t even that much in there anyways. Just water and a little bit of pasta. Still things you can throw up.
Undyne
*Hey punk!
*Where do you think youre going?!
*This isnt cool of you!
Alphys
*I know you're scared I get that
*but please come back
Papyrus
*HUMAN WHY DID YOU LEAVE?
*WE ARE ALL SO WORRIED ABOUT YOU
*ESPECIALLY SANS
*YOU ARE HURTING US
You forced yourself out of your phone. You can't care, if you do you'll come back. You can't come back. You shoved your phone in your pocket and walked.
Sans was getting increasingly worried after every hour. You left him standing in confusion, running as fast as you could. By the time he had recovered from the shock of the moment he lost you.
He typed out a few messages while he paced. Why did you leave like that? You were perfectly fine last night and this morning, what happened? His messages got more worried as he waited with no reply.
Not being able to wait anymore, he called everyone else and told them you had run off. As he racked his brain for possibilities, the only place he knew you went to was your home. A quick shortcut there obviously showed you didn't end up there. He was lost, he knew nothing. But he wouldn't give up.
The sun was long below the horizon, and he was still searching for you. It was late, Papyrus was the only one still searching with him. Sans was getting tired, he was about to give up reluctantly for the night, except he felt something. A pull, of some sort. He decided it would be the best choice to follow the pull, if it may lead to you.
Your phone was long dead by now. The moon could be seen high in the sky. It hurt to look at, the concrete ground at your feet hurt much less. Ironic.
You weren't surprised to find yourself having spent the whole day walking. You've done it before, you just usually came back by the end of the day.
It was cold, the wind bit into your clothes. Your sweater was too light to defend yourself. Your scarf provided the most protection, covering your mouth and nose to keep your face somewhat warm. Your barren legs canceled out the heat from the scarf though. It was freezing out, and so were you.
The street was quiet. It's what was expected at this hour. Fatigue was creeping up in your steps. As you crossed the street, you noticed a flicker from behind. It was similar to the movement you noticed earlier this morning.
When you turned to see if it was a figment of your imagination again, you saw Sans in place of the figure. He looked confused and terrified, like he wasn't expecting to be there. You two locked eyes.
“_____!” taking a step toward you.
Normally, you would back away, but you were stuck in place. Everything was falling to pieces. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. You were supposed to run away, never look back. Never see the friends you made here again. Start over anew again.
Sans ruined your plan. He was going to take you back. You couldn't run away.
The relieved look on his face melted into concern and fear when you remained silent.
Another step toward you, “everyone's worried yknow. c’mon, let's get you home,” he held a hand out to you.
Still paralyzed, you went over your two options. You could take his hand, and go back. Pretend today never happened, be as fine as you could be. Or you could snap out of it, tell him to leave you alone and never come back. You weren't able to pick either.
Sans eyes went wide, his already outstretched arm reached out as he ran towards you.
You saw a blaring white to your right, a bright blue followed soon after.
And finally, black.