You ran a brush through your long black hair and stared at your reflection in the mirror. It had been so long since you dyed your hair, you had almost forgotten it's natural color, but that was okay. You thought you looked better this way. You turned around, using the mirror to check out your new dress. It was lolita-like, mostly black with ruffled white cuffs and a high white collar, the ruffled skirt reaching just above the knee. Your best friend Natasha said it made her think of a pilgrim girl dress, but in a Gothic way, and you both really liked it. Making sure to correct your foundation and checking that your eyeliner was on point, you finished applying your lipstick before grabbing a large black sun hat and heading out to school, coffin bag and parasol in hand. You dressed this way daily, however, today was a...special occasion. Today was the second anniversary of your friends' deaths. Anna, Morgan, Jasper, Brittany, and Dawn. They died in a fire during the annual finals scream fest,where almost every student gathered at a bonfire in the football field a day before finals and screamed bloody murder to ease the stress. Only that year there had been an accident. The fire spread and got the locker room where your friends had been hanging out. Due to an arguement a few days earlier, you had been avoiding them.

You regretted it so much.

Outside, your best friend Natasha Hillins was waiting for you. She was a perky African American girl, who's favorite color was pink. She had only befriended you two years ago, and in fact until your friends deaths she had been a bit of a bully. But seeing you all alone stirred something in Natasha, and well, as someone once told you, anyone could be good if they just tried. You'd been inseparable since. Turns out Natasha had only been a bully because her parents had wanted her to be...snooty. Like any rich kid. But now Natasha was rebelling. "Hey girl~ Anybody tell you you're lookin' fine?" She teased, linking arms with you. You giggled, rolling your eyes. "You ALWAYS say I look fine." "Because you do, duh. You rock the goth look." She smiled more but then gave you a concerned look. "Anywhore, how are you feeling? You holding up okay?" You remained silent for a moment before finally just shrugging. "I dunno. I didn't get any sleep last night. It's a miracle what concealer can hide." "For real." Natasha sighed and hugged you gently, keeping her arm wrapped around your shoulder as you both walked. You smiled and did the same to her. "So, on a brighter note. Got a date for prom yet?" You asked. Natasha rolled her eyes. "Ugh, no. All the guys here are fuckin' lame. Chicks too. I mean, I'm PRETTY SURE I'm bisexual but it's hard to tell when almost every other girl at this school is either only platonic material, or a straight up bitch." You snorted in laughter and she gently jabbed your side. "What about you, huh?" "Nope. I haven't even liked anyone since you-know-who." Natasha nodded, understanding. "Ah yes, the dark lord. Completely understandable...he was a god damn asshole. I mean, I know we shouldn't speak ill of the dead buuuuut...seriously, fuck that guy." This made you laugh again. Thank god for Natasha, and her brother Nathan, you would have gone crazy without them. "Here's another question. Why are we WALKING to school?" Natasha frowned now and you rolled your eyes. "Because Moon Moon was having engine troubles, so I had to take it to get repaired." "God dammit Moon Moon!" She groaned, throwing her hands up in the air. "Yeah, why the heck do you think I named my car MOON MOON."

As you two continued down the street, only about a block away from the school, you noticed two guys walking on the opposite side of the street, clearly brothers. One wore a white T-shirt with long black sleeves, showing of his stomach, along with blue jean shorts, white high socks red sneakers, and finishing it off with a red scarf. He was actually pretty attractive, but it was the other who caught your attention. He was short, only reaching his brothers hips, which meant he would only reach your chest. He wore a zipped blue hoodie and black sweatpants with pink high top sneakers. Both had blond hair, but the taller brother had brown eyes while the shorter had blue. There was something eerily familiar about them. "Wowie brother!" You heard the taller one say. "Do I feel great! Let's step quick! I want to get our first day of school started ASAP!" "You got it bro." The smaller one replied with a sort of Bronx accent. So you were right, they were brothers. "(Y/N)? Hey!" Natasha shook you gently and her shouting caught the smaller ones attention. He glanced at you with those piercing blue eyes. You quickly looked away. "Sorry.." "Guuuurl, you eyeing the new guys?" She wiggled her brows at you and you flushed, shoving her arm gently. "Whatever! Let's just get to school." Natasha snickered and laughed as you grabbed her arm, dragging her away so you could get away from those boys. Sure, they were cute, ESPECIALLY the short one, but something about them gave you bad vibes. ESPECIALLY the short one. You reached Addison high in about ten minutes and walked onto campus, ignoring the stares you got. They weren't staring at you for you clothes, these were normal for you. No, they stared out of pity. Even the freshmen knew about the accident. "Let's get to our lockers. This pack is killing my arm. Damn this math text book." You nodded and followed Natasha into the hallway where all the lockers were. Weirdly, you found your locker being blocked by Hazel Strip, a gorgeous red headed girl who had...an unfortunate habit of making poor company choices. "Hey...hey (Y/N)." She greeted you a little awkwardly, adjusting her blue turtle neck. "I just wanted to see how you were doing.." "I'm..okay, thanks Hazel." You gave her a smile, and Hazel seemed to relax. "I'm glad. I know it's none of my business, and you probably don't want people bugging you about it all day. But..I'm sorry. For your loss." She wrung out her hands. "...I know you probably don't think much of me, because I hang out with Tammy, and she's always treated you and your friends awful, but I wanted to tell you..I admire you. How strong you are, I mean. Even after what happened, you never snapped at us or stopped being...I guess I wouldn't say happy, but...you know?" You understood. You never allowed your emotions to drag you down. No matter how hard things got, how awful the situation, you always tried to hold fast to your PATIENCE and stay positive. You had let your emotions get the best of you before. It made you hurt people. Never again. "Yeah..thank you Hazel. And, while I don't exactly approve of your friendship with Tammy, it's okay. You're really sweet, and you don't treat us like she does. I appreciate your kindness." Heh, KINDNESS. That was probably her SOUL trait too. Hazel opened her mouth to speak but only gasped as you were suddenly pushed out of the way by the queen of mean herself. Tammy Jefferson. "Oh my god, Hazel, you will NOT believe what I just saw. Some FREAK new kid was talking to a wall, can you believe it?!" You prepared to hit the ground, only to be caught by a set of strong arms inches before impact. You glanced up to see the short brother. He looked down at you and winked. "Well, I'm flattered. I've never had anyone FALL for me before."

Oh no. Was that a pun?

You felt your face heat up.

He was perfect.

"I am so sorry." You pulled yourself of him, but the blond merely shrugged. "Fergetaboutit. I know it wasn't YOUR fault." As he spoke, he shot Tammy a nasty look, which was also eerie as that lazy smile stayed on his face. This guy...he was cute and made puns, and that was setting off alarm bells in your head. *You feel your sins crawling on your back* "Uh..I didn't catch your name." You said, trying to keep the panic out of your voice. "I didn't throw it." He gave another wink and you felt your face heat up. You had to remind yourself not to let him get to you. "The name's Sans. You?" FuuuuuuUUCK. You stared at him through your circular sunglasses, eyes wide. This was bad. So, so bad. "You in there? Knock know?" Sans raised a brow. Even Natasha had frozen in place for a moment. She knew. You had told her everything. "Ugh, (Y/N) (L/N), you are so lame you freeze up even when a guy is hitting on you?" Tammy scowled. Now it was Sans who tensed, staring up at you. You shared this awkward staring contest before flinching when Sans slowly pulled one of his hands from his pockets. You prepared for the worst, but he merely held it out to you. "(Y/N) (L/N)? Why didn't you tell me it was you?" His eyes were closed for a moment, but he opened one to look up at you. His right eye. "D o n ' l?" You stared at him in horror and yelped as Natasha grabbed you by the back of your dress and dragged you away. You hurried off with her, but glanced back to see Sans still staring with that expression, and you could have sworn his eye was glowing.

"I thought you said he was, ya know, a skeleton!"
"Well last time I saw him he WAS!"

And here it is ladies and gents, I finally decided to do a SansxReader!