Chapter 6
Sans looked down at the small form shivering in the snow, his smile fading as he put the whoopie cushion away in his sweater pocket. He'd only mean to spook the kid, not send her into a panic attack. Sighing, he sat down in the snow across from her, not even noticing the cold.
"Hey kiddo, I'm sorry about that. Didn't mean to scare you." He scratched the back of his skull, watching the human child shake. So much for being scary monster killers. He doubted this one could hurt a fly. Man, his brother would be so disappointed if he saw this. And probably mad at him. Another sigh escaped him.
"C'mon kid, I might be a bone-afide monster, but I won't hurt you. I'd cross my heart, but that wouldn't really work." Sans shrugs and gives the kid a wink, but there's no reaction. "Tough crowd." He mutters, scooching so he sat beside the human. He couldn't really leave the kid in this state, especially since he had caused it, so he decided to wait. Gently he placed his hand on their back, noticing their flinch, and lightly rubbed circles on their sweater. It had always helped when Papyrus was little and had nightmares when he did this for them, maybe it would help the kid.
It took longer than he thought it would, and the cavern above was beginning to darken when the shaking finally stopped. Sans had almost fallen asleep waiting. "You back in this world? Ready to greet someone new? I'm Sans." He didn't really expect a reaction, but held his hand out to her anyway. He was pleasantly surprised when she slowly looked up at him through her bangs and lashes, and carefully put her small hand out to meet his bony one. The sound of the fart filled the trees, and seemed to last forever. He watched as her eyes lit up in confusion, then amusement, and the corner of her mouth quirked. It wasn't a smile, but it was something.
"Now that we got that chilly introduction out of the way, why don't you stand up. The cold doesn't bother these old bones, but I don't think you're supposed to be blue." Again her mouth twitched, and Sans got an itch in him to make her smile. She seemed so innocent and young, but ancient at the same time. He made to get up, and when he saw her flinch again, did so slowly. Man, she was really scared of monsters. She went to push herself up, and he caught sight of her blue fingers in the snow. Feeling bad all over again, he decided to be a bit impulsive.
"I'm going to pick you up kid. Don't freak out, wouldn't want to drop you." He figured that was enough warning, and gently scooped the child into his arms. She was light, almost alarmingly so, and sat completely rigid. Sans didn't know if it was from the cold or not, but he could have sworn there was a blush on her cheeks.
"I'm taking you to my place to get you warmed up. It's kind of far, but don't worry, I know a short cut."