You're sitting in a swing looking up at the stars. They'd always fascinated you, shining brightly thousands of light years away, but still strong enough to reach your sad eyes. You lifted a hand up to the sky in a ridiculous effort to catch one twinkling light between your fingers.
"You're looking a tad bonely there, all by yourself." A deep voice snaps you out of your foolish thoughts and you look in the direction it had come from.
Next to the swing set stands what looks like a skeleton with a big grin plastered on his face, making you realise he had just made a skeleton pun. A blue jacket with a fur lined hood and black shorts adorn his short stature. You notice he's wearing pink slippers and raise an inquisitive eyebrow but decide not to ask. He sits down on the swing next to you and extends his right hand.
"Name's Sans. Sans the skeleton." After a moment's consideration you take his hand in yours. A loud fart sounds and your eyes widen, your cheeks blushing brightly. "The old whoopee cushion in the hand trick, never gets old." He laughs looking at you with the white pinpricks that you assume are his pupils in the pitch black pits that are his eye sockets. A small smile tugs at the corners of your mouth, and you chuckle lightly. Something you haven't done in a very long time.
"Can't remember the last time I laughed…" You say quietly looking down at your hands.
"Guess I'll have to try harder next time then." His eyes never leave you. "So, what's a pretty lady like you doing by yourself in a children's park at 3 a.m. at night?"
You look at Sans and flash him a sad smile. "I could ask you the same thing. Although I guess it would be weird to call you a pretty lady…" He laughs at that and you feel somewhat proud of yourself.
"I have trouble sleeping lately." Sans says.
"Why's that?" You feel you might be intruding but curiosity gets the best of you.
"Afraid I'll wake up somewhere else." With this he finally looks away from you.
"Huh… That's funny… Me too." You look back at the night sky.
"Isn't it kind of dangerous for you to be here on your own so late?" Genuine concern seeps through his words and you can't help but wonder why a stranger, a monster no less, would care about a lonely human they'd just met a few minutes ago.
"I can take care of myself." You say, not wanting to let too much out.
"What's your name?"
"I don't like it very much." Your voice is nothing but a whisper.
"Why not? It can't be that terrible." He reasons looking up as well.
"It's not, but I don't like the person who gave it to me." You feel your hands closing into fists on your lap and anger course through your veins. Taking a deep breath to calm yourself you look back at Sans. "I guess you can call me Star if you want."
"Star… it suits you." You lean your head to the side, curious as to why he would think so. Sensing the question in your mind he answers it. "Your soul is very bright." He offers as an explanation.
Instinctively your hand goes to your chest where you feel your heart beating steadily. "You can see my soul?"
"Kind of hard to miss." For some reason that makes you flush red.
"I… I should go… home…" You stutter slightly getting up from the swing and turning to leave. Before you're out of the park though, you decide to turn back and see Sans staring at you intently. "I hope I see you again…" You're unsure why you said it but you felt like you should.
"Me too." His grin grows just little enough for you to notice and it seems to reach his eyes, something you realise hadn't happened before and you feel yourself smiling once again.
In the space of 10 minutes this monster had made you feel happier than you had ever felt in your entire life, especially in the past few weeks. But as you walk away from the park you feel the darkness inside you tugging at your heart strings once again, in a much too familiar way. At the first alley you come across you turn into it and walk slowly to the far end, resting your back against the wall. You pull the hood from the jacket you're wearing over your eyes and slide yourself down into a sitting position, hugging your legs against your chest and resting your forehead on your knees. Tears start flowing and you sob softly through the night…
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