Hello!
I haven't written since 2012, so please forgive me.
I've had a little idea in the back of my mind for a while.

There's a fine line between love and hate but how fine is it exactly?
Can it be broken easily, or will something have to crack along with it?
That something may be the very thing holding you all together.

Eventual Sans/Reader. There will be skeletonfuckary eventually.

You ran to hide behind a thick trunk and looked over your shoulder for the monster that was chasing you. You couldn't see it but you knew it was there. Something that big didn't just vanish into nothingness.

Far off you heard a faint scream - no - it wasn't quite a scream, that was too human. This was more primal, guttural. Monstrous. How fitting, you think as you sprint further up the large mountain in escape hiding behind trees and diving into bushes. You knew this creature wasn't actually a monster. You tried to keep your thoughts from calling it as such. He, in the end, was just a man, a human. Larger than you, yes. Stronger too. But he was just a human man. You shouldn't let him inspire that - unnatural - fear in you. The scream was just that - a scream, perfectly human, you remind yourself. Yet, you were unable to shake the chills that continuously ran through you.

Something was pulling you towards the top, for some reason you just knew you'd be safe if you reached the top. He wouldn't - couldn't - follow you up this far. He was older while you were still just a child, wise beyond your years. Your clothes were torn and shredded as you escaped from the branches and bushes. Your sleeve was ripped at the shoulder's seam when you bounced off a rather rough tree trunk. It saged and was caught over and over, further exposing your arm to the elements. You didn't notice your slowly disintegrating clothing, nor did you notice the sticks and leaves running through your hair. Just as you didn't notice the shallow cuts across your face, hands and now exposed arm.

You were almost to the top of the supposedly haunted mountain. You knew of the disappearances, six in total. They were all children though and not used to surviving on their own. Their supposed deaths weren't exactly a surprise. You heard that the youngest, a small girl, was only 7. You were a child, sure but unlike them you'd been surviving on your own for much longer than a few days. The elements wouldn't best you. This monst - man- and your own pounding thoughts were the only things working against you.

As you hear heavy breathing you jump into a large bramble bush on the ledge lower than your own, expecting it to hurt but at least it'll keep you safe. That's not what happened. You jumped into a large cave in, your stomach bottoming out immediately. You had enough time to look into the blackness and shout a small scream before the wind was knocked out of you as you hit the floor and everything went black.

You wake up in pain, but not as much pain as you had expected. It was indeed a long fall but something spongy partially broke your fall. You were staring up at the hole you fell through but you could see nothing but brightly colored spots and blackness. The wind had been knocked out of you and you felt bruised. You let your head fall back to the golden mattress and fell unconscious once more.

You gasp awake in immense pain though your head is clearer now. Looking up again you only see the darkness minus the spots. That must of been from your injuries. You didn't know how long you were out for either time. You felt cold but when your body shivered you gasped. Pain shot through you like a white hot flame. Something was wrong with your leg, not the lower part, but your femur. You'd broken the hardest bone in your body. You must have fallen foot first. Walking was impossible. You tried not to panic.

You didn't want to end up like the six children before you. had they fallen down this hole too? Or was it the elements like you thought earlier? You knew what you had to do. Brace it. When you looked around for something - anything to tie it together with, you could find nothing, The floor - for that's what it was, not the ground- was bare except the bed of flowers you had landed in. And they were useless.

Suddenly, as if sensing your thoughts, one of the flowers started to move. It was lower than the others and struggled to pop it's bloom out from the mess of its companions. "Howdy!" It said when it was finally free. "I'm Flowey. Flowey the flower. I see you're in a bit of a pickle, huh?" It's voice was excessively cheerful. A false cheer that you immediately distrusted.

You nodded at the strange talking plant, not wanting it to know your suspicions. You didn't rationalize it to yourself, you knew you bumped your head when you landed. Even if you didn't remember. "...'S broke", was all you could manage to gasp at the being. You could to afford to tell it so, it was painfully obvious. The skin around the break, closer to your hip than your knee, was already turning a nasty blackish purple color. Your flesh dipped sickeningly as your leg wasn't being supported properly.

"Awe, that's too bad. I'll tell ya what! How about I help, yeah?" The flower nodded at you, being face level as you still hadn't tried to sit up. You were afraid your head would start spinning. "You're in the Underground! You seemed to have taken a nasty fall. Here in the underground we heal each other with something called 'friendliness pellets'. Here!" He summoned something above your head. They were sunflower seed shaped and were glowing faintly gold with the flower's meager magic. There were about seven of the things floating in a semicircle above your chest. "Just reach out and grab one! It'll heal you. I promise."

Flowey, in his excitement let a cruel smirk escape his careful composure. You noticed instantly and shook your head, trying to roll out of the way of the incoming bullets. Flowey had seen your distrust and sent them straight at your heart. You curled up and raised your battered arm to protect your head - but there was no need. You heard Flowey utter a child - like shout as a ball of fire burned through his stalk and sent him tumbling into the darkness.

"Oh child.." you heard a new, much softer voice say. "What have you done to yourself?" Uncurling, you dared to look up. And up. And up. The new creature was impossibly tall. She towered over you and made you shake, which in turn caused you to whimper as your leg was jostled more. Instantly the goat-being's featured crumpled. She didn't like to see anyone in pain, much less a helpless child. "Shh, shh. It's okay child. I'm not here to heart you. Just relax and let me take care of your leg. Fearing more 'friendliness pellets' you started to crawl away with your three good limbs, the fourth dragging behind you painfully.

Toriel bent down and laid a large furred paw on your shoulder, stopping your movements. As you tensed, her heart broke for you a little more. "Don't fret, sweet one. I'm not like that vile flower." She practically spit the word, causing you to look up at her in surprise. She smiled down at you softly, her hands glowing a gentle purple. "I can't heal you fully here, but I can take the pain away and set it on the mend. Alright, child?" She waited for you to nod your consent before she held her hands near your leg, closed her eyes, and concentrated on her magic.

Your sigh of relief was explosive in the quiet air, the only other sound was the thrumming of the goat's magic as she slowly knit your bone back together and took away your pain, even from the scratches. You hadn't been this pain free in longer than you could remember.

Standing up once more, Toriel looked at you worriedly but didn't say a word. You knew what she was concerned about. Or you thought you knew. How deep could she see with her magic? You didn't want to mention anything she didn't already know about, so you kept quiet. "Child, will you allow me to carry you to my home? Your leg is set, but it won't support your weight." Again you nodded and reached up towards the supposedly friendly creature, allowing her to slip one arm behind your shoulders before pausing and thinking about how to lift you up without putting unneeded pressure on your partially healed leg.

"Child, I can't pick you up the way I usually would. Would you allow me to give you a back ride?" Toriel still was making every movement around you deliberately and slowly, worried about frightening - and hurting - you once more.

"M-mhm. Thank you.." Your voice was soft and easy now that you weren't fighting to stay conscious through the pain. Toriel gently helped you into a sitting position before crouching down in front of you. You wrapped your arms loosely around her neck and hiked your uninjured leg around her hip. She slid her hand under your knee, holding you in place. Your other leg dangled down, still feet from the floor. She carefully made her way into the darkness, her night vision much better than yours. Every step was soft and didn't jostle you at all.

"It's not far, child, just hold on. Please let me know if I hurt you at all." You, having rested your head against her tunic, nodded silently. Talking had never been your favorite thing and now you were left exhausted as the adrenaline drained from your body. You, lulled by her gentle swaying, and trusting in her grip on you, fell asleep against the monster's back. Not knowing it was possibly the safest place in the whole of Underground.