Prologue:
Sans jolted awake, 'heart' going at a million miles an hour. He was momentarily confused about what had woken up, then he felt the knife pressed against his cervical vertebrae.
"Go to slee-" Instinct kicked in, and Sans flung his left arms forward, throwing the stranger to the edge of the room.
"Ow, fuck!" The stranger cried as he hit the wall. Sans could tell that his voice was male, though there was something… off about his voice.
Sans didn't have time to question this however as the stranger ran at him again, a knife outstretched. Sans glared at him and sent a few bones his way, left eye lit up a brilliant cyan.
Wait, what am I doing? Sans wondered as the human dodged his attacks and came at him with the knife again. I can just pin him to the wall, it's not like I'm fighting Chara!
Newfound determination brimming in his eye sockets, Sans pinned the stranger against the wall again, keeping him there.
"Lemme go, lemme go!" The stranger demanded, squirming around. Sans glared at him.
"Yeah, in a minute," he muttered. "I've some questions for you." The stranger scowled- or at least Sans thought he did. He kept his hood up, so it was hard to see his expression.
Now that his attention was on said hood, however, Sans felt bile rise up the back of his non-existent throat when he realized the strangers pristine white hoodie was doused in a suspiciously dark red liquid.
"Holy shit- is that blood?" Sans asked, feeling sick to his stomach. The stranger looked down at himself as if checking.
"Uh, yeah, I think so," he said with a sinister tone. "Unless those 42 people I just put it sleep had ketchup under their clothes." Sans started shaking.
"42 people?" He shrieked, glad that Toriel and Frisk both slept like the dead, and that Papyrus was away at Undyne's for late night cooking lessons. "Christ almighty, dafuq is wrong with you, kid?" The stranger chuckled.
"Lots of things," he said, then frowned. "How'd you do the 'throwing me across the room thing?'" Sans knit his eyebrows, surprised at the sudden subject change.
"Whaddya mean?" He asked. The stranger snorted.
"You stupid?" He asked. "How in the flyin' fuck didja manage to throw me 'cross the room without touchin' me?" Sans rolled his eyes lights- damn this kid was stupid.
"Magic," he said. The kid snorted again.
"Heh, very funny," he said. Sans glared at him.
"I'm tellin' the truth, kid," he said. "I'm a magical fucking skeleton." The kid laughed quietly.
"You sound like my friend," he said quietly. "He once said something along the same lines- wait, a skeleton?" Sans rolled his eyes, and decided to turn on the lights so he could get a good look at the stranger.
"Yeah, a skeleton," he said as the room was bathed in light, proving him sight. The stranger hissed, ducking his head.
"Gah! Turn the lights off!" He wailed. Sans rolled his eyes.
"Sorry buddy, I like to be able to see what I'm doing." he said. The stranger scowled.
"Yeah, so do I," he muttered, then looked up at Sans a bit, still not revealing his face. "Holy shit, you are a skeleton!" He hesitated. "Are- are you a Noodle?" Sans blinked.
"Dafuq is a Noodle?" He asked. The stranger sighed.
"I guess not then," he muttered. "Shame. I guess I gotta kill you now." The stranger went to stand up, only to find that he couldn't. "Wait, what the fuck?" Sans rolled his eyes.
"Your pinned to the wall, kid," he said. "I've got your SOUL." the stranger laughed.
"Holy shit, that's a good one," he gasped. "Me, with a SOUL. Ha!" Sans sighed. He was getting real tired of this kids bullshit, real fast.
"Yes, a SOUL," he said, putting said SOUL in the kids line of vision. He frowned at how cracked and bloody it was. "Everyone has one, and this is yours." The stranger stared at his SOUL for a moment, before putting in his sophisticated two cents.
"I think it looks like Hoodie's lasagna." He said bluntly. Sans blinked. Who dafuq was Hoodie?
"Ok, gonna ignore that," he muttered, reaching a hand out towards the strangers hood. He shuffled away slightly.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he warned. Sans snorted.
"What, worried I'll faint from sheer ugliness?" He jabbed. The stranger visibly ticked at the insult.
"No," he whispered. "I'm beautiful." Sans rolled his eyes, pulling off the strangers hood.
"Whatever you say- JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" Sans stumbled away from the hum- no, that thing was not human.
Charcoal black hair. A ring of black around each eye. And far worst of all, a cut in Cheshire smile.
A monster.
"What happened to you?" Sans asked, scrambling backwards. The stranger chuckled.
"One really, really, really bad day," he said, squirming around, and, to Sans' horror, standing up.
"Right," he said, swinging his knife. "Now, I normally don't do this, mostly because my victims know who I am, but you don't seem to." Sans shook his head, and the stranger chuckled.
"Ok then," he said. "Hello, my name is Jeff and I'm gonna be the one to kill you." Sans cocked an eyebrow.
"I'm Sans. Sans the skeleton. And," he pointed outside. "I'm pretty sure I can hear some sirens." Jeff's eyes widened, if at all possible.
"Shit!" He cussed, making a break for the window. Sans narrowed his eyes.
"Oh no you don't!" He cried, slamming Jeff to the ground. The teenager looked up at him with a panicked stare.
"No, seriously, you don't understand!" He said frantically. "Those aren't cops!" Sans shrugged.
"So?" He asked, sending another pulse of magic when he felt Jeff struggling.
"Their from a secret agency who specialize in things paranormal!**" Jeff growled, thrashing around. "Several others and I were caught by them once, and we barely escaped with our lives!" Sans shrugged, giving the killer a cold glare.
"Not my problem." He said cooly. Jeff glared at him.
"The last time we were there, one of our friends was shot!" He screamed. Sans shrugged, pinning Jeff's arms to the ground with two bones.
"I don't care," he said, watching as the panic built up in the killers unblinking eyes.
"They gave a proxy a panic attack!"
"Whatever."
"They tried to kill our doctor because he wouldn't go out with one of their agents!"
"To bad." Jeff sighed in frustration, banging his head against the floor, forcefully and repeatedly
"Look, if you let me go, I'll leave you alone! Promise!" he pleaded, panic flashing in his unblinking eyes. Sans hesitated, and Jeff latched onto that hesitation.
"If the others find out it was you who got me in trouble, they'll come for you," he warned. "I don't know who'd get here first, but it'll be a gruesome death, even for a skeleton."
"BEN could drive you insane." Sans glared at him, tightening his hold on his SOUL further.
"It'll take a lot more then another psycho kid to snap me."
"EJ could take your kidneys. LJ could rip your guts out." Sans gestured to his empty ribcage.
"Does it look like either of those threats could apply to me?" he asked flatly. Jeff grinned evilly.
"No, but I'm pretty sure it could apply to the kid and goat woman."
Sans hesitated- his family was his fatal flaw. Threaten them, and Sans will do whatever you want.
But he was dealing with a killer here! He couldn't just let him go, hundreds of people could be killed!
But so could Frisk and Toriel… and from the sounds of it, they'd have a worse time than the people Jeff would kill...
That did it- his family's well being meant more than anything in the world to him. If something happened to them…
Sans would never forgive himself.
"Get outta here kid," Sans said, releasing Jeff. The killer leaped up, smiling insanely.
"Thanks!" He said, darting forward and slashing Sans across the chest, then ran off. Sans' eyes widened and he collapsed, blood soaking the white T-shirt he was wearing.
"Well- shit," he spoke aloud to the empty room.
"Guess that's what I get for trusting a psycho killer." Sans' grin fell a little.
"Hey Tori? D'you think you could help me with something?" he asked a little louder, black spots starting to invade his vision.
"My condition isn't that STABle."
BAM! Talk about a start to a story, eh?
Ok, few things to go over:
I have no idea where this story is going
While I may or may not have shipped soriel in the past, *shudders *I do not anymore, so Sans and Toriel are just friends
That facility Jeff mentioned is actually a reference to one of my other fics, one I'm writing on paper, the old fashioned way. You needn't worry about that however, if I make any more references, I'll either incorporate an explanation in the chapter, or explain it in my author's note
The chances of me actually bothering to type and post said story are slim and next to nothing, so don't ask
Also, I've created a Creepypasta OC (I hate calling them that though, if it's a horror story on the internet, technically speaking it's a creepypasta, but whatever,) and I wanted to know if you guys would like it if I included her. I'd really appreciate it, of course, but I want you guys to enjoy this story as much as I like writing it, so if you guys say no OC's, then we'll have no OC's. I'll put the link to said OC down below:
art/Creepypasta-Origin-Voiceless-Max-652882915
Oh, I almost forgot: What creepypastas do you guys wanna see? Leave a request down in the reviews if you like.
Au revoir, little biscuits!