"Hey (Y/n)!" Your boss tossed you a pair of keys. "Close up when you're done, will ya?" You saluted him in response. You were cleaning up the ice cream shop you worked at called Sweet and Sparkled, earning its name for the flavorless edible glitter that was added to every icecream. You had been working there for a good year. You ran away from home. Your mother had died, leaving you with your father, who was an abusive alcoholic. He would blame all his problems on you. It was even worse when he was drunk. One day he was passed out on the couch and you took your chance. You grabbed your things- a few clothes, some food, and the little amount of gambling money your father had- and left. You planned to go to the city on the other side of Mt. Ebott. You're plan was a success. However, you don't remember any of it. You remember leaving the border of your hometown, and then you were suddenly entering the city limits with less stuff than you had started with. Everything in between was a lost memory. But you were okay with that. If you couldn't remember, it shouldn't be important.
You had just put your apron up when you heard meowing from outside. Your number one customer came to say hello. You opened the door to the back of the shop- and dead end alley- and saw a small calico cat. You had decided to name him Kit, seeing as he was a kitten when you first met him.
"Hey, Kit," You gave him a warm smile. "Let me get you some water." You went inside and grabbed a bowl, filling it up with cold water, and made your way back outside. Kit was gone. He's never left before. Someone was here. Before you could go back inside, someone grabbed you by your hair. You yelped in surprise.
"Well well well, what do we have here?"
"A new toy?"
"A girl as pretty as you should know not to be out all alone."
You kicked the guy that was holding you in the crotch and stepped back, observing your attackers. The one on the left had no hair, a white tank top, and ripped jeans. The one on the right had dark skin, black greasy hair, a blue t-shirt, and some grey baggy pants. The one in the middle, you assumed the one in charge, had blood red hair up in a fauxhawk, a black jacket, and dark blue jeans. They were taller than you and likely much stronger. You tried to run inside, but Fauxhawk grabbed your hair again.
"Bitch," He held you close, his face close to yours. His breath reeked of cigarettes. "You're gonna pay for that. You two. Keep look out. Let me have some fun with her first." The one on the left closed the door and stood in front of it. That escape plan was out. The one on the right walked to the front of the alley. Running wasn't an option either. You had to fight. You struggled, but the man's grip was too tight.
"Help!" You screamed. "Somebody help! Please! Some- mff!" Fauxhawk covered your mouth and smirked.
"Now where's the fun in that?" Tears formed in your eyes as he began to snake his hand up your dress. You struggled harder, but to no avail. His hand was on your stomach when the guy in the front of the alley yelped. Something had latched onto his face. Faux pulled his hand back. "The hell?" You looked closely at the figure on the man's face. It was Kit! You gasped as Kit was through roughly to the ground and didn't get up. The man looked at something coming up the sidewalk.
"Back off, freak," He warned someone. "You got no business bein' he-" He was cut off as an invisible force threw him against the wall. A figure came around the corner.
"Let her go," His voice was deep and menacing, but it brought joy to you. You struggled even more, earning a punch in the gut. You coughed as the air was sucked out of you. You were thrown roughly to the ground backward. You looked up as the figure took a step toward you. You recognised that blue jacket. It was Sans. He was one of your regulars at the shop. He started coming about a week or so after the monsters were released from the Underground. He'd come everyday you were on shift. It was kind of weird and he never talked to you, but you enjoyed his company.
Faux stood in front of you. "You wann'er? Come get'er."
A blue smoke was coming from under Sans' hood. As the fighting commenced, you scooted to the back of the alley, shutting your eyes. You hated fighting. It reminded you too much of your father. Suddenly, all the noises stopped. You opened your eyes slowly. Faux what still between you and Sans, but he was breathing heavily. Sans raised his hand and a large skull-like weapon appeared in front of him. The sight of it filled you with dread, and the sudden realization of the situation sent shivers down your spine.
He was going to kill this guy.
Your kindness got the best of you. You took three steps forward, planning to push the man out of the way. But as the mouth of the skull opened, Fauxhawk leaped out of the way. A large blast of light hit you instead, sending you flying against the brick wall behind you, leaving a slight indent of your body in the stone. You knew the beam could've gone on for longer, but it stopped just as quickly as it had started. You felt a searing pain scorch your whole body. You stayed standing for a moment before falling forward. Before you could hit the ground, however, something caught you. You were turned onto your back and you saw Sans. He pulled back his hood, but your vision was blurred. You couldn't make out his face. He cradled your head.
"No no no no no no. Shit. (Y/n), can you hear me?" His voice was full of worry. A cold bony hand was placed on your cheek. You couldn't keep your eyes open any longer. You let your eyelids slide shut and welcomed the darkness with open arms, ignoring the sound of your name being called in the distance.
You awoke with a splitting headache. You placed your hand on your forehead, realizing you had a bandage wrapped around it. You sat up, blinking as part of a blanket fell off your chest and onto your lap. You looked around. You were in a bed in an unfamiliar room. You glanced to the side and saw a skeleton sleeping in a chair next to the bed, snoring lightly. It was Sans.
You carefully pulled the blanket fully off you and stepped off the bed. Pain shot through your body, but you ignored it. You wanted to figure out where you were. You tip-toed toward the door and opened it, wincing as it creaked open. You glanced back at the skeleton. When you were sure he was still asleep, you began walking again. You stepped into a kitchen. You looked out a window and saw it was still dark outside. You looked at one of the counters and your mouth watered as you realized there were some cookies sitting in a container with a lid on it. You quietly rushed over to it, opened it, and grabbed one of the baked delights. You opened your mouth and brought it up to your face before stopping. You slowly closed your mouth and placed the cookie back in the container with a sigh. You couldn't steal. It wasn't right, no matter how hungry you were. You placed the lid back on and walked out of the kitchen and into a living room. It had a T.V., a couch, and a coffee table. You sat on the empty couch, listening to the ticking of a clock on the wall
Tik
Tok
Tik
Tok
Your mind went back to when you were younger and your mother sang a song to you. She always went with the pace of the clock. It was slow but you liked it. You smile as you softly whispered the lyrics.
Tik tok goes the clock
In the room
Tik tok goes the clock
The night will be over soon
Tik tok goes the clock
There's no need to be scared
Cause when
Tik tok goes the clock
Think of the time we've shared.
Then it repeats itself. You started humming the melody, bringing a few tears to your eyes as you thought of how much you missed your mother.
"Sup, kid," You jumped as you heard the voice of the monster. You whipped your head around and saw the skeleton with a lazy grin on his face. His grin was suddenly replaced with concern. "Hey, are you crying?"
You sniffed and quickly wiped your tears away. "No, I'm fine."
Sans hesitated for a moment before smiling and walking over to you. "Good. Cause' if you were, I'd have to call a wahhmbulance." You stared at nothing as you slowly processed the pun he had made. You laughed a lot more than you should have as he sat down. "Sheesh, it wasn't that funny."
You wiped tears of joy from your eyes and calmed down. "Sorry," You said, still chuckling a bit. "It's just been a long time since I've heard a bad pun."
The skeleton seemed happy to hear this. "Well I've got a bunch more where that came from. But I gotta warn ya: my puns aren't just bad-" He grabbed a pen and a notepad off of the coffee table in front of him. He jotted something down on the paper and tore the paper off. He held the slip in front of you which read 'my puns'. He then tore it in half. "They're tearable."
You set off on another laughing fit. After calming down again, you let out a long breath. A sudden thought occurred to you. "Kit! Is he okay?"
"Oh, the cat? Yeah, he's fine. I'll take you to him in the morning."
You nodded slowly. "Okay..."
"Hey, I got a question for you. Why?"
You suddenly felt uneasy. "Why what?"
"You were gonna protect that guy from a few days ago. He was going to-"
"Wait, what?" You tilted your head. "Days? How long have I been out?"
Sans thought for a second. "About two, but that's not the point. That guy was going to hurt you, probably worse, and you still wanted to help him. Why?"
You blushed, thinking of how you've been in this strangers house for the past two days. You decided to dwell on the thought later and answer his question. "You would've killed him with your skull-blaster-thingy."
Sans shrugged and sat back in the seat. "You never know. That blast could have given him flowers or something."
You frowned at his sarcasm. "I know a death machine when I see one. You were going to kill him. I couldn't just stand by and do nothing." Sans mumbled something you couldn't understand. Something about being determined.
"What?"
Sans gave you a smile. "Nothing. Wait here a sec." He stood up and walked to the kitchen. He came back with the tub of cookies. He handed it to you and sat down again. "Here."
You looked down at them, your mouth watering again. You shook your head. "Sans, I can't." You hand them back to him, but he pushes them back to you.
"Don't worry about it. A friend of mine made them for you."
You open the lid and take in the sweet smell of the cookies. "Okay, but only if you share them with me." You placed the container between you two.
Sans chuckled. "And if I say no?"
"Then I guess that's just the way the cookie crumbles." You both laugh at your terrible pun and grab a cookie. You take a small bite before devouring the whole thing. It's been so long since you had ever had something so amazing and fresh. You noticed Sans staring at you. You blush. "Sorry, I just haven't eaten in awhile," You explain, grabbing another.
"It's fine," Sans gives you a small nod before eating his cookie as well. You look at him in confusion.
"How... how do skeletons eat?" You tilted your head.
He chuckled and you could tell he's been asked this before. He opened his mouth and stuck out a cyan blue tongue. He closed his mouth and smirked. "Magic."
You felt your face heat up. You try to shake off the feeling and keep eating your cookie. You and Sans kept telling a few puns back and forth. Sans had brought you a glass of milk and that's when you started getting sleepy. Sans was in the middle of a story when you fell asleep.
(Sans' POV)
"And then I said-" I stopped as I felt something on my shoulder. I look over and see (Y/n) fast asleep, her head resting on my shoulder. I smile and run my hand through her (h/l) (h/c) hair with a smile. "You had fallen down all those times," I murmured. "But then you didn't and Frisk showed up alone instead." I frowned. "Where did you go? How did you end up here? Why did you leave?" I sighed and grabbed a blanket, pulling it over her.
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Why did you leave me?