"I'm Scared"
You did your best to ignore the Halloween night incident. At work, it was easy. It diverged your attention, though your coworkers pressed for why you were gone for a week. They cared, at least. You were glad you could tell half-truths pretty well.
Once you got off though, you were alone with your thoughts. Every person could harm you. Anyone could corner you. You couldn't even defend yourself.
You found yourself in front of the skeleton brother’s house.
“AH! HUMAN! HOW HAVE YOU BEEN?” Papyrus asked when he opened the door from your knocking.
“We haven't spoken in like, three days,” you giggled in reply, “but, I am doing good. How about you?”
“I AM GOOD AS WELL! I HAVE MAKE SOME SPAGHETTI EARLIER THAT I WOULD LOVE FOR YOU TO TRY, WOULD YOU LIKE SOME?”
“Of course! By the way, is Sans home?”
“HE SHOULD BE, HE MUST BE IN HAS ROOM. WOULD YOU LIKE ID I WHERE TO GO GET HIM FOR YOU?”
“Yes please,” you smiled from the pasta he had already given you. It was getting easier to like it, maybe because you always forgot to eat.
“heard ya wanted me?”
Looking up, you saw Sans leaning against the door frame, watching you with a sleepy gaze. You nodded and stood up, falling into a hug with him. He was startled for a second, before wrapping his arms around you.
“I'm scared.”
“i know.”
You balled your fists in his coat, tensing up at the thought of that night happening again.
“i’ll always be there for you.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“i have my ways,” he gave you a wink. In reality, he wasn't too sure. The only way he was able to save you in moments like those were because of that tug he felt. He didn't even know why he felt the tug, or if he would every time. Even then, the first time he felt it, he was the one who caused you to get hurt. If he didn't show up, you wouldn't have stopped in the middle of the street like that.
“wanna go grab a bite?”
“I literally just finished eating.”
“and?”
“Your brother gives big servings.”
“fine,” he pouted, nuzzling the top of your head.
“Why don’t we go see the stars tonight? We haven’t in awhile.”
“alright, it’s a deal then,” you could hear the smile in his voice. He gave you one final squeeze, pulling himself away.
“UM, AM I INTERRUPTING SOMETHING?” the loud skeleton called from behind Sans. You shook your head. The intimate moment was over.
“I have to get going though, sort of came here right after work. Thanks for the food!” you smiled sheepishly, about to head towards the door, when a bony hand found its way to yours.
“lemme take you home.”
Normally, you would reject his offer, it was nice to have alone time. But your irrational fears told you otherwise. Instead, you smiled and left the brother’s home with him.
“Sorry,” was the first thing said after a long silence. Your free hand was tapping out an invisible tune to distract you.
“why?”
You shrug, “It’s a habit to apologize for everything,” you let out a fake laugh, clearly hiding other things you wanted to say.
“Say, do you have any ideas to prevent, that from happening again?”
“i did say i’d be there for you.”
“Sans.”
“alright, alright,” he chuckled, sweat beading up on his skull, “y’know. don’t go out at night alone, stay away from secluded areas. y’sure you need advice like this?”
“Sans, I need to be able to protect myself. I can’t just wait and expect people to help me,” your grip on his hand tensed.
“i ain't the one to help you with that. i’m pretty much just skin n bones, no muscle.”
“You’re just bones,” you shook with laughter.
“Undyne may be able to help ya, why not ask her?”
“True, let me text her real quick,” you pulled out your phone and sent a quick message asking for training.
She responded rather quickly, and excitedly. There weren't any questions, but you knew she would ask when you would actually meet with her.
After, you and Sans split ways, even though he was iffy about leaving you alone. You managed to convince him somehow.
“ready?” Sans asked you nonchalantly, as you rushed to smooth out your sweater.
“Y-yeah,” you smiled, slipping your hand inside his.
He squeezed your hand in response, and the two of you began your silent walk to the clearing. It was getting colder everyday, you knew you wouldn’t be able to do this soon. When it would start to snow, you knew it would be impossible.
It was nice to lie down next to him, his hoodie fit you, despite being several sizes way too big. Sans himself radiated heat somehow, it was pleasant being around him.
The stars overhead never got boring to you. Still, you didn't know any of them. You noted to read about more of them sooner or later.
“I realized…” you mumbled, closing your eyes, “I know little about you.”
“it goes the other way too.”
“How about this? I share one thing about myself, and you share one thing on yourself. Deal?”
“sure.”
“Okay, I’m going to get deep, so get ready,” you sighed, sitting up. Sans’ pupils flicked over to you, waiting for what you were going to say.
“I-I, I ran away like that one day before. I won't go into that much detail, it's long. I, I just felt overwhelmed where I was. I grabbed my wallet and left, without a single word. I j-just kept going forward, until I got here. M-my friend, Blake. They, um, they took me in, I was in really bad shape,” you took a shuddery breath. Bad memories were getting surfaced, you wanted to stop talking, but you wouldn't.
“Wh-when I ran away. It was really an impulse. I l-left them all be-behind,” you bit your finger, trying to distract the emotional pain with physical pain.
Sans said nothing, he had sat up to hug you now. He knew it was probably hard for you to talk about. It seemed like everything was hard to take about for you.
“Frisk was quite the fellow back when we were trapped in the underground,” he murmured in your ear, while rubbing your back.
“they flirted with probably every monster in the underground on their way to the barrier. even me,” he chuckled, “hope ya don't get jealous.”
“well, when the kid was gettin’ close to the end, i took ‘em out on a little date. nothin’ special. jus’ told them i was proud.”
He stayed silent for a while after that. You leaned into his touch.
“‘m proud of you too.”
You perked up and turned to face him. His eyes were filled with love for you, at least that's what you hoped you saw. He wiped away some of the tears forming at the corner of your eyes.
“Th-thanks.”
He leaned down to press his teeth to your cheek, “no prob, babe.”
When you realized that was his form of a kiss, your face burned to a deep pink.
“c’mon, it’s getting late. let’s get back.”
You couldn’t sleep that night. There was no reason, just a bad night to sleep. You flicked on the lamp in your room, sifting through all your sketchbooks, trying to find the one you needed.
There it is! you smiled as you pulled out a relatively new one. It was a deep blue, and had a, poppy texture for the better word. A piece of white tape was placed as a bookmarker. You flipped open to the newest page as you rested back on your bed. Who knows how long you had spent filling up the page, but when you did finish, you felt refreshed and tired. After, you easily slipped into sleep.