It was happening again. Sans scowled at the human, gritting his teeth and clenching his fist. The child merely grinned at him and started to walk closer. Sans quickly wiped the sweat off of his forehead and regained his composure. He wouldn't give this kid the satisfaction of seeing him at his weakest moment. That would only encourage them.
The child smirked at him.
"Well, are you going to fight me or not?"
Sans glared at the smug child. This kid clearly felt absolutely no remorse for their actions. All they felt was a lust for blood. Sans' blood, to be specific. Sans wanted more than anything to smack that shit-eating grin off of the brat's face, but he remained still. He wasn't going to lose his cool. Not now, and especially not in front of them. He forced a grin on his face.
"You're really eager to fight me, aren't you, kiddo?
The fallen child smiled wider, and gripped their knife tighter. Sans sighed.
"Well, we might as well get started, yeah?"
The kid nodded. Sans sighed once more and cracked his knuckles. He began to prepare his gaster-blasters. Before he could even make the first move, he felt a sharp object slash against his torso. Trembling slightly, he looked down only to find that the kid had slashed him. Dark blood was starting to pool out, and his breaths were getting shaky. The child giggled and walked away, leaving Sans to die. Sans started to feel light-headed, and everything suddenly went black.
Sans shot up, sweating profusely. He was panting heavily, and his fists were closed tightly. He sighed and rubbed his temples. He had only been dreaming. Sans had been having these reoccurring nightmares for about a month now, and they were the same every time. In every dream, he would attempt to stop Frisk from killing anyone else, and every time he would fail. Sans noticed that his face felt wet. He lifted a hand to feel his face and was surprised to realize that he had been crying. The dream had been scary, sure, but had it really scared him enough to cry? He could feel more tears pouring out of his eye sockets. Sans sobbed heavily into his blanket, his breathing shaky. Suddenly, the door in his room opened. There stood Frisk, their face plastered with worry. Sans quickly tried to cover up any evidence that he had been crying, and then proceeded to smile at Frisk.
"Hey kiddo, it's way past your bedtime. What're you doing in here?"
Frisk frowned. They quickly signaled to Sans, 'You know why I'm here. I heard you crying.'
Sans sighed and patted the bed, signaling Frisk to come over. Frisk climbed onto the bed and looked up at Sans. Sans smiled at the kid and ruffled their hair.
"Sorry if I woke you up, kiddo. Uncle Sans just had a really bad dream."
Frisk looked at him with curiosity. They signaled, 'What kind of dream?'
Sans shivered slightly. He wasn't really sure if he should tell this kid that the nightmare was about them. Sighing, he brought Frisk closer to him in a tight embrace.
"Nothing you need to worry about, okay kid? I just had a dream where there was a bad guy chasing me, that's all."
Frisk pulled away and signaled, 'Don't worry, Sans! I'll protect you from those bad guys chasing you, I promise!'
Frisk then grinned up at Sans and gave him a thumbs up. Sans smiled warmly and leaned over to hug Frisk. Frisk hugged back and snuggled with Sans. Eventually they fell asleep. Sans smiled at the sleeping child and picked them up. He walked down the hall, carrying Frisk to their bedroom. He laid Frisk down onto their bed and tucked the blankets around them. He began to walk away. Before he closed the door, however, he whispered one final thing to them.
"Thank you, Frisk."
