Confessions
A soft sight roused you from your sleep. Arms tightened around you, pulling you close to the owner of them.
“You awake?” you mumbled, picking up one of the skeleton’s hands. A sleepy hum was your answer, his hand twitched in your grasp. You inspected each bone closely, marvelling at how they fit together with just magic. At some point, you roles reversed and it was Sans who was observing your hand.
“Sorry…” you whispered, partially hoping for him to not hear.
“‘bout what?” Shoot, he heard.
“About leaving for so long,” Sans stopped poking at the skin on your hands. He sucked in a breath slowly before replying.
“i get that you’re apologizin’, but i’m just not ready to forgive ya yet.”
“...I understand,” you said, pushing yourself away from his embrace. Sitting up, you noticed that you were in your bed. No longer outside under the stars.
You fell silent again, playing with the fabric of your dress while thinking of something to say.
“I never planned on living so far away from my family. I never planned to move here,” you finally started after a while. Sans sat up as well, shooting you a curious glance, urging you to continue.
“It just... happened,” you tried to find the right words, “Just… One day I felt the need to escape, you know? I lived in that same stupid town my whole life. I felt, trapped.”
“i was trapped under a mountain for most of my life, “he laughed bitterly.
“O-oh, right,” you winced. Of course Sans knew what you felt. Except, he had a more valid reason to feel the way he had. You were just a human with lots of freedom, but too young to get to do what you wanted to for a while.
“B-but, um…” you stammered, “I...I Left with no warning. Not a single good bye. I ran away with nothing but the clothes on my back, and I-I ended up here.”
“My life wasn’t bad at home per se,” you sighed, “I was just… scared.”
“I had everything I needed, a home, a family, money for necessities, friends, sort of. I had no reason to leave.”
“but you did anyways,” Sans commented.
“I did. Because I was scared. I was scared of people, scared of living by myself, scared of dealing with all the things I was terrified of,” you bit your lip, holding your arms tightly around you, “With the stupid twisted mind I have, I deduced that this, running away, was the best choice for me.”
“But I keep fucking it up!” you growled, digging your nails into your skin.
“My family had no way to contact me, I was all alone and broke, I was practically half dead by the time my friend, Blake, met me.”
“I-I never contact my family during the time I was here, only few months ago was when I talked to them again for the first time.”
“My dad even died when I was gone for fucks sake!” tears were building up in your eyes, “I never had the best relationship with him, but he’s my dad, you know?” They spilled over your cheeks, even though you tried your best to stop them. Throughout the two months you spent away, you shoved the rotting thought of your father no longer being alive to the innermost corner of your mind. It finally resurfaced when you brought this all up.
“I-I still loved him. A-and I-I never g-got to say it enough. I n-never got to say goodbye,” you sobbed.
Sans didn’t say anything, instead he replied by pulling you to his rib cage. He hummed lightly, brushing a hand through your hair as you cried your heart out.
Once you had calmed down to just a few hiccups and sniffles, you pulled away from him. He gazed down at you, wiping away a stray tear with his thumb.
“Thank you, I’m alright now,” you sighed, taking in a shuddery breath, “Sorry, I just… I needed to get that off my chest.”
You were pulled into another hug, Sans holding you tightly, “well i’m fine with you on my chest.”
You snorted, taken aback by the statement, “That sounded, really bad,” you slapped him lightly on his sternum.
“yeah, it sorta did,” he chuckled sheepishly, a blue hue flowering on his cheekbones.
“Bad replies aside,” you said, pink cheeks matching Sans’, “why don't we go out to eat for breakfast?”
“breakfast sounds good.”
“Great,” you slid off your bed, stretching and wiping away the rest of the tears, “Now, get out while I dress,” you demanded, pushing him off your bed and out your room. Quickly tossing a new outfit together, you ran outside just a few minutes later.
Sans was lounging on your couch, his feet resting on the coffee table. Somehow, he also managed to get a change of clothes. He was wearing a pair of simple black sweatpants, a cream turtleneck and changed his usual fluffy pink slippers to blue sneakers. He still had the familiar cerulean hoodie draped over his shoulders. If you asked how he was able to change so quickly you knew he would just chalk it all up to magic. So you took the shortcut and didn’t bother asking.
“ready?” He hummed, glancing at you with half-lidded eye sockets.
“Yep, let’s get going!”