You slowly walked up the creaking stairs. Things were quiet in the house, almost eerily, in fact. The only sounds that were made were from your regular breathing of in and out, and the sound of your footsteps ascending the stairs.

Once at top, you paused, trying to think of what to do. You finally decided to look out the window first, to see the outside. You was wondering how far your friends had already walked away. You didn't see them, which meant they weren't far, since a large tree blocked all seeing paths closest to the window. You then looked the other direction to see your brother heading home. Finally. He was still rather far away, but it had begun to rain outside, and you knew that he would soon be running home.

After a huff, You took one of your backpack slings off your shoulder and headed to your room. The door was already slightly opened. You pushed away the rest of the door and saw someone sitting on the bed.

You suddenly stood still. His back was facing towards you, and his hoodie was pulled up, but you didn't know who it could possibly be. He couldn't be your brother, because you had just saw him out the window. Your parents were at work, so this couldn't be them either. In fact, this figure looked way too small to even be an adult. This person… was rather short. And wearing a poofy blue jacket. You had never seen that jacket around the house before. So this wasn't someone you knew. You tried to silently back away to get ahold of a phone and call the police, but the figure suddenly spoke:

"Hey kiddo, I know you're there." He pulled down his hood and you saw a shiny white surface on the back of his head before he turned around. And you realized he wasn't even a person. He was a… skeleton! And he was giving you the creepiest smile.

You was frozen in shock now. A skeleton… a live skeleton… was sitting on your bed in your room! How had you not even noticed it before?

You wanted to scream so badly. But you felt like you couldn't move.

The figure… skeleton… smiled before saying, "What? Did I rattle your bones?" He gave a small chuckle at his pun.

It was a good pun, you admitted to yourself. But you didn't feel like laughing. You suddenly weren't frozen anymore, and you launched yourself away. You literally flew down the stairs and almost got to the door when the skeleton suddenly just appeared in front of you.

"Hey! Don't you know how to greet a new pal?" He asked, smiling. This was starting to turn out into a horror show. You screamed before running in the opposite direction, hoping to get to the back door. But just like before, he appeared in front of you to block you. You were terrified.

"Go… go away! Leave me alone!" You shouted, turning the other way. But the skeleton grabbed your wrist. You could feel his bony fingers pulling on it tighter. You were scared.

Another scream escaped you and you tried to tug free. But his grip was strong. Soon he had his hand cupped over your mouth to muffle your screaming and somehow trapped you against whatever you were on top of so you couldn't escape.

You continued to struggle and thrash around. The skeleton continued to hold you, but sighed before saying, "Honestly, one would think that you would at least shake a new buddy's hand." After you continued to struggle, he added, "Uh… it might be a good idea to calm down, buddy."

Even against your own protests, your body sort of calmed down itself. You were still scared, and there was a moving and talking skeleton in front of you (not to mention that he wore clothes). But you convinced yourself that you were probably just hallucinating. Or dreaming, or something of that sort. There was nothing to worry about. Probably.

After you calmed down, the skeleton let go of you and you were left panting on the ground. He chuckled before saying, "I bet you're bone tired." You shot him a look that left him chuckling a bit more. You slowly got up and warily faced him.

"I'm going to call the cops." You warned him.

"There's no need to, buddy." The skeleton said.

"You're in my house. You're a stranger."

"I am stranger. I'm a skeleton." You slapped your forehead. With a thoughtful look on his face, he pulled out his hand. "Hey, how about let's start over. I'm Sans."

You eyed his hand doubtfully. You didn't want to shake hands with some random stranger, especially not a skeleton that had just suddenly appeared in your house and had an apparent ability to teleport.

After just staring at his hand for a while, his smile faltered. "What? You not going to shake it? How is that a way to treat someone?"

You shook your head. "You're not even a person." You mumbled. But you slowly took out your hand to his bony one. Upon contact, a whoopee cushion went off. Realizing this, you started to laugh.

"Hehehe… The whoopee cushion in the hand trick. It's always funny." Sans chuckled.

You were still giggling when he said that. "How did you… when did you put that whoopee cushion there?" You hadn't even seen it in his hand!

The skeleton Sans put on a mysterious smile, but didn't answer your question. You finally decided to trust him. At least a little bit. The fact that he was a skeleton still seemed suspicious to you.

"Pull up your shirt." You ordered him. You needed to make sure he wasn't a human dressed up as a skeleton. If he was just tricking you to make you scared, you were sure going to make him pay! But even then, those dark, black sockets sure seemed real enough to you...

He gave you a goofy grin. "Perverted much?"

You were suddenly blushing. "No! I just meant…"

"Nah, I getcha." He pulled up his T-shirt a bit so you could see his rib bones. "Convinced?"

You were surprised and scared, but you shook your head quickly and he let go of the end of his shirt, letting it once again cover his rib bones. Sans stretched before striding over to the nearby couch and collapsing in it. You weren't exactly sure what to do.

Suddenly you heard the front door open. It was your brother! And then you faced Sans and realized how awkward the confrontation would be.

"Quick kid, your name." He said.

"Y/n. But…"

"Don't worry about me. And I'll be back… soon." He winked at you before disappearing right in front of your eyes.

And he had gone just in the nick of time. Your brother popped his head around the corner. "Hey, who were you talking to?"

You faced him and sighed before wiping your forehead. "Nobody."

He looked at you suspiciously before looking around to make sure you weren't lying. "I was sure I heard a person here… are you sure Alaine isn't over?"

"NO…." You groaned. He looked at you skeptically before leaving.

And technically, you weren't lying. There wasn't a person here. It was a skeleton.

A skeleton by the name of Sans.