Unusual People -Complete-

Author note:

I will be posting a chapter every POV, it isn't completely spell-checked yet so sorry about my embarrassing typos .-.

Also, I'm English and extremely stubborn, so that kinda shows in my writing. (Like how I'll always put Mum instead of Mom and maths instead of math... sorry if I triggered anyone.)

Sans POV

I walk down the road. It's so late and bound to be dangerous. I should just teleport, but I need to check to see if Grillby has set an opening time for his new bar. I'm proud that he finally set up here on the surface, hell- I'm even proud that he still remembers my tab and e-mails me about it every weekend. I suppose I'm in a sentimental mood. The feeling soon leaves me as a group of teens cross the road in front of me. A couple of the racist jerks give me narrow glances and that's all I'd think of them, except they have blood on their fists. Something shiny catches the moonlight and I spot a knife in the firm grasp of one of them. I'd expect nothing better from humans, they never seem to forget the fact that us monsters are different to them. They pass me by and I glare at the ground. They're probably up to no good. Wait, really Sans? I meant, they're definitely up to no good. No one walks around in the middle of the night with a bloody knife and good intentions. My thoughts are justified when I hear a faint whispering.

"It's ok, I'll be ok."

I peek around the corner and my eye sockets go black as I watch a human girl with a bleeding chest lying on the side of the road talk to a little girl with blonde pigtails.

"Run all the way home and don't come back, ok?"

The little girl nods. Her eyes are puffy, but her expression calm.

"Show your Mother that cut on your hand ok? Tell her that you tripped over, don't mention me." The bleeding girl smiles and squeezes her hand. "You're so brave."

The pigtailed girl beams and runs off. When she's out of sight, the older girl grimaces.

"Damnit..." she whispers.

She leans back and shuts her eyes. Those boys, they stabbed her. I step out beside her without lifting up my eyes and pick her up in my arms. I wouldn't help a human, but this human... she seems different. The way she talked to that little child... I don't quite understand myself. Her grey hoodie is untouched, but a rip through the black shirt underneath reveals the stab wound location. Her jeans, skin, everything is covered in blood. She doesn't open her eyes. I teleport with great exhaustion to the nearest hospital. The room goes silent.

Beep. Beep. Beep. She sleeps in the hospital bed while I sit in a chair beside it. I could have easily gone home, but here I am, a mere -won't be home, i'll explain in the morning- left for Papyrus and a stabbed girl's hair in my palms. I didn't even realise I was stroking it. Snap out of it Sans. All humans are dangerous, remember?

.Beep. She quivers.

Beepbeepbeepbeepbeep.

I pull my hands away as she gasps and jolts upright.

BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP.

I try my best to calm her down.

"Hey, hey," I lower her back down. "Go back to sleep."

"Who-" she starts to mumble.

"Don't worry."

"No," she lowers her eyebrows. "Who are you?"

"I," I stare at the hospital floor. "I, uh, took you here."

"You lifted me off the road?"

I nod. She looks down at the bandages wrapped around her chest and the room turns deafeningly silent.

"Now," I lower my questionably existing eyebrows and speak calmly to her. "I want you to tell me exactly what happened."

She frowns. I can tell that she's not gonna give in that easily.

"Now," I glare.

She sighs and her arms twitch, longing to be folded but pinned back by the hospital equipment.

"The boys were hurting that girl, so I came in between them," she says bluntly.

"What part of 'exactly' didn't you get?"

"What did you want me to say?"

"Start from the beginning," I inquire.

"Why?" She glares stubbornly.

"Don't make me regret saving you."

"Is that a threat?" The edges of her mouth creep upwards.

I smile and wait. She gives in.

"I was walking around at night-"

"Midnight?" I ask.

"Do you want to here the story or not?"

I keep reluctantly silent.

"I saw those racist pricks surrounding that little girl, must've ran out of her house or something, they cut her hand. I ran in between and threatened them, they said they'd seen me around before at night. Called it their territory, the idiots. They said I was-" she pauses. "They stabbed me, then they left. I told the girl to leave. The last thing I remember is being lifted off of the ground."

I grimace.

"You, uh, you sound so casual."

"It's not that unusual," she shrugs.

"You-"

A liquid comes through one of the tubes and she curses under her breath.

"What's your name?" She asks quickly.

"Sans," I grin. "Sans the skeleton."

She nods. Her eyes widen and flicker up at me as the liquid almost reaches her veins.

"You're not gonna- don't-" she sighs. "Please don't go."

"I'm not going anywhere," I half smile.

She falls asleep before I can catch her name. Funny, I never thought I'd be comparing her to Cinderella. I try not to think of how comfortable I'd be if I were warm in my bed. My phone buzzes.

FishFace: HEY PUNK! PAPS TOLD ME THAT YOU'RE NOT HOME!

FishFace: I SWEAR IF YOU'RE WORRYING HIM FOR NOTHING I'LL FIND YOU AND KICK YOUR BONY ASTERISK!

PunMaster: whydya put asterisk?

FishFace: CUZ THE AUTHOR IS A PURE SNOWFLAKE!

PunMaster: you better repair that fourth wall.

FishFace: NGAAAAAAH

PunMaster: im alright, did i rattle your bones?

FishFace: YOU'D BETTER BE

FishFace: DON'T THINK THAT WAS FUNNY EITHER.

I slip my phone back into my pocket. It's gonna be a long night.