You kept your coat wrapped tight around you, able to feel the pressure of the envelope with your paycheck against your side. You just had to get home.
It was that happy and anxious time of the month again. You still couldn't figure out why your good-for-nothing boss thought it was a good idea to send his barkeeps home once monthly with all their cash rather than paying them at the end of the week. You always felt like you were going to get mugged.
Still, the weight against you felt good. It meant food, rent for the next month. Working in the speakeasy may be illegal, but you didn't care as long as it paid the bills.
Your guard increased as you approached your part of town. It got rougher down here, since you lived near the edge of the undertown area. No wealthy humans would ever be caught dead in this area, much less living in it.
You, meanwhile, didn't mind your residence was close to the monsters. You tried to stay neutral on the mob wars between the two sides of the city, so it wasn't like you had the irrational hatred of monsters that most humans had. That and you had your special talents to protect you, though you had been careful to keep them hidden for the most part.
As you turned onto your street, you heard a crash. There were some flashes of orange light you could see in the alleyway at the end of the block, as well as a few familiar pops from automatic weapons.
You let out a sigh. Really? There was fighting in the neighborhood again? And at this time of night? Still, you glanced around, with the magic energy vibrating around the place no one would notice if you would… with a flash the envelope was teleported away, safe at home.
Now you could go see what was going on, maybe break it up. Normally it was just stupid kids in this area anyway, and they stopped once they knew there were witnesses.
You ran down the street, making your way to the opening of the alley and glancing in. Surveying, you could see that it was a real mess. Three wannabe human mobsters (you could tell because they weren't wearing anything that would tie them to a particular gang), had cornered a lone skeleton monster (the source of the orange magic).
The skeleton was in a dire situation. Backed into a corner, he was just desperately trying to block the teasing shots the humans were shooting.
"I WAS HERE ON BUISNESS. I WAS JUST TALKING TO THE LEADER OF THIS AREA ABOUT A TRADE AGREEMENT ON MAGIC PRODUCTS," he was trying to reason with them, despite their clear malice.
"Yeah, right. Like any human would be working with monster scum!" one of the assailants fired a few rounds next to the skeleton's head, and his companions laughed.
Ugh. You didn't take sides in the monster-human conflict, but you did take sides against idiotic *ssholes, and these guys definitely fell into that category. How did the idiots think magic-laced liquor got to humans if they didn't trade with monsters?
There was already a monster filling up the alley with magic, you assured yourself, no one would notice if there was a little bit more.
Hiding yourself around the corner, you mentally reached out toward the moronic humans. There they were, your mind found their souls. The one that responded to the skeleton seemed to be the ringleader. You let out a small laugh. Let's see how the others react without their leader.
You lit him up. You knew without watching that his soul became visible, turned a dark blue, and you could hear his confused cry. Reaching a hand out, you jerked it to the left. There was a slam as he hit the side of one of the buildings. Jerk right. Another slam. Then, a gentle thud as you released him on the ground.
"Th- there's another monster hiding somewhere!" one of the others yelled.
"We have to get out of here!" the other agreed.
Within seconds, they were running out of the alleyway, the two supporting their now injured leader. You slunk back into the shadows, them passing you by without even looking in your direction.
You just planned on waiting a bit to make sure they were gone before heading home, but you started to hear a voice getting closer out of the alley. You clung to the wall, hoping that the monster would miss you too. It was much too late to deal with people or monsters.
"SANS!" he called.
"SANS, WHERE ARE YOU? WHY ARE YOU HIDING?"
"THAT WAS CLEARLY YOUR MAGIC. WHY WERE YOU EVEN HERE? I CAN TAKE CARE OF MYSELF," he stopped, "NOT TO SAY I DIDN' T APPRECIATE THE HELP."
He reached the street. "SANS! OH!"
He looked directly at you. So much for getting away without being spotted.
His hands came up to rest on his lapels. "YOU ARE NOT SANS. YOU SHOULD BE MORE CAREFUL WANDERING AT NIGHT, THERE WERE SOME VERY DANGEROUS PEOPLE ABOUT JUST NOW. SPEAKING OF WHICH, HAVE YOU SEEN A SHORT, LAZY MONSTER? IT IS LIKE HE IS PLAYING A GAME."
"No. Haven't seen anyone like that, sorry." You stated shortly.
The look of disappointment on his face almost got to you. "I JUST DON' T UNDERSTAND. THAT BLUE MAGIC RIGHT THEN WAS HIS. I KNOW WHAT HIS MAGIC IS LIKE."
Now that was something that could pique your interest. That wasn't this 'Sans' person's magic, it was yours, but apparently it was close enough for this monster to confuse. That could mean… you had to risk it. You had to know.
"Uh. Do you mean this magic?" with a snap of your fingers a blue glow formed around your hand, and you gently waved it back and forth for the monster to see.
He was flabbergasted, watching the light move. "YOU- BUT SANS! THEN THAT MEANS-" He suddenly pulled himself together, "I AM SORRY. I HAVE NOT INTRODUCED MYSELF. I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS. THAT WAS VERY RUDE OF ME, AND I AM SORRY BUT I AM GOING TO HAVE TO BE RUDE AGAIN. YOU WILL HAVE TO COME WITH ME."
"Are you going to take me to him?" the magic pulsed at your thrill.
"OF COURSE, HUMAN." Papyrus reached down and took your other hand, excitedly pulling you down the street.
Sans. You thought to yourself as the monster led you past the sign that marked the beginning of the undertown and the unknown. You weren't concerned since you could teleport away at any moment you liked, and it was worth the risk.
For this 'Sans'.
-[]-
About halfway there Papyrus had pulled the colored ribbon off his hat and covered your eyes, apologizing for not thinking of it earlier.
"NOW WE CAN AVOID THE WHOLE 'IF I SHOW YOU I'D HAVE TO KILL YOU' NONSENSE. I JUST WON'T SHOW YOU WHERE OUR BASE IS. NYEH HEH HEH." He was very proud of himself.
From that point forward you had no idea where you were going. It felt like Papyrus was leading you all over the place. After awhile you had reached a building of some sort. You had heard a sound of confusion over you from what you would guess was a guard, but then Papyrus' voice, for once quiet and indiscernible, interjected. You quickly heard an 'oh' of understanding, and Papyrus had ushered you inside. As you made your way through the building you ran into that several more times, but you were never stopped for long.
Finally, Papyrus announced that you had arrived. "HERE WE ARE HUMAN. I HAVE BEEN TOLD THAT SANS IS IN A MEETING WITH THE BOSS RIGHT NOW, BUT I DO BELIEVE THIS TAKES PRECIDENCE. HERE WE GO!"
Before you could complain about not wanting to interrupt the meeting or the fact you were still blindfolded, Papyrus had all but tossed you into the room.
The chatter you first heard came to an abrupt stop. You were certain that you were blushing redder than a tomato as you lifted the ribbon up off your eyes.
You blinked repeatedly as you got used to the light again, and the room slowly came into focus. It was a meticulously organized office, with a skeleton monster sitting behind a large desk. He had two cracks running through his skull, and he also looked completely done. In a chair facing the desk was another skeleton. He was shorter and squatter, and he also looked like he had never been more amused in his entire life. What, was this a monster mob made completely of skeletons?
"PAPYRUS, WHY IS THERE A HUMAN IN MY OFFICE?" The monster behind the desk spoke in a language that you couldn't understand. It sounded like an odd spattering of static to you. Still, you could tell from his expression that he was not pleased.
"GIVE ME A CHANGE TO EXPLAIN." Papyrus responded in the same language.
"hey, guys. maybe we should talk in a font they'll understand. we aren't exactly playin' fair now, and i'm sure paps brought 'em here for a good reason." the last skeleton interjected. It sounded like the same language, but not quite. It was quieter. More reserved.
"Very well," the one behind the desk spoke, his voice well-put together when he wasn't speaking whatever the hell that was. "Papyrus, would you care to explain?"
"YES, SIR, MR. GASTER. I WAS OVER IN THE SURFACE HEIGHTS DOING BUISNESS. I WILL GIVE MY REPORT ON THAT LATER BY THE WAY; I DO BELIEVE THAT IT WENT WELL. ON MY WAY BACK THESE HUMANS ATTACKED ME AND I WAS TRYING TO NOT HURT THEM. YOU KNOW HOW THE HUMAN MOBS GET WHEN A MONSTER HURTS A HUMAN, EVEN IN SELF DEFENSE."
The other two gave understanding nods.
"SO THESE HORRIBLE HUMANS ATTACKED ME AND…"
Mr. Gaster interrupted. "Oh, so is this one of them? We do normally play on the safe side when it comes to handling humans, but we are in the middle of negotiations. Having a human hostage might not be a bad idea."
"OH, NO, THAT ISN'T THE CASE AT ALL." Papyrus frantically waved his arms.
The smaller skeleton chuckled and grabbed a glass off the desk and took a sip. Looked like whiskey. You felt like you could really use some of that in this situation.
Sighing, Gaster steepled his fingers, "Then please get to the point, Papyrus."
"THIS HUMAN SAVED ME, AND THEY ARE SANS' SOULMATE."
The only clue to Gaster's shock was a slight raising of his skeletal brow.
That only left other person in the room to respond, the one that by process of elimination you were assuming was Sans.
He spat out his drink, coughing and pounding on his chest.
-[]-
"so, uh. how do ya want to do this?"
Sans and you were sitting awkwardly across from each other on the couch in his apartment. After you had stopped the liquor mid-air so it wouldn't splatter across the desk, there was a hush of understanding that came over the room. Mr. Gaster excused Sans, suggesting that you two go up to Sans' room. He would make sure that no one would come up looking for him.
Sans had stood and grabbed your waist. "i'm goin' to guess you're familiar with teleportin'?" he asked nervously. At your nod, you felt the world vanish around you before landing in the living area of his apartment. That left you where you were currently, both of you uncomfortable and accessing the situation.
When you had discovered that you had magic you had read up on monsters. You knew that human soulmates shared traits and sometimes abilities, but you were amazed to learn that monster soulmates could share powers. So you were either a mage, rare nearly to the point of myth in the modern age, or your soulmate was a monster. If it was the former, it meant you didn't have a soulmate. If it was the latter, it meant that you would probably never find your soulmate due to the segregation of the city.
You had been fine with that, but now here you were facing down a small skeleton monster with what seemed like a permanent grin on his face.
"doll? doll?" a skeletal hand waved in front of your face. "are ya okay? ya blanked on me for a minute there."
You smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry. Just- nervous. After all it could be soul-crushing if I'm wrong. Emotionally. Or also physically. I mean, you could just kill me the second I call my soul out." You let out an uneasy laugh.
He tilted his hat back and pulled his cigar out of his mouth, extinguishing it in the ashtray on the side table. "how about this: i'll call out my soul first. i'll let you hold it while you call out yours. i wouldn't be able to hurt ya while ya have it. i only have 1 hp. hell, if ya hold it too hard i'll be dust."
You gasped at the offer. "Why would you do that? After all, I could hurt you. I might just be some crazy human that happens to have similar powers."
He chuckled. "it's weird that you're human, i'm not gonna lie. but, i know how monster soulmates work, and with what pap says he saw and what i saw in the office, we're all but certainly a pair."
Taking a deep breath, you nodded and cupped your hands in front of you.
Understanding, Sans' grin widened, and a glow started in his chest. Within a few seconds he made a forwards movement with one of his hands and an inverted blue heart floated out and away from him. Gently, you reached out, and it settled in a hover in your hands.
Now that you saw it, you knew for certain, and your excitement overwhelmed you. A blue glow exploded from you, and a small blue heart zoomed out of your chest. It floated beside the other; it's color, shape, and size matching perfectly other than the fact that it wasn't upside down.
Sans' gaze became something very tender, and he reached out toward it. Before, you had hesitations, but now you helped fly the small heart into his grasp. You could trust him. You were a match, perfect for each other.
"it's beautiful," he whispered reverently, staring at the glowing heart.
You felt the same way about his, but even during this special moment you felt the need to make a joke. "I don't know what you're going on about. It just looks like yours."
"it's beautiful because it does look like mine, but it doesn't belong to me," his eyes lit up. He had caught your joke, but had decided to answer seriously anyway. "and it's also beautiful because i was real afraid that i would never see one like it."
That was confusing and concerning. Why would he have thought…? It didn't matter. You'd know soon enough.
"Well. Are you ready?" you had butterflies in your stomach again, but not the bad kind this time.
"more than." If it were possible, you were pretty sure his grin got wider.
The two of you brought the hearts up to each other, closing the distance between them slowly… slowly…
You were suddenly hit by a rush of emotion.
-[]-
Soul communication was a weird experience, especially when you did it for the first time. Or, at least, that was what everyone had always told you.
They weren't wrong.
It was like you were traveling at light speed through Sans' mind, everything passing by so fast it was a blur. Yet, you were still completely absorbing everything you saw.
Gaster was his father, Papyrus his brother. Gaster hadn't found his soulmate, instead creating Sans and Papyrus out of his lone soul.
Slum life filled his early days, then there were years of Sans taking care of Papyrus while their father worked until Gaster told Sans that he had started to work for the mob. They needed to fight back, work against the corrupt government system for the better of all monster kind. Of course, it also helped that mob life paid well too.
Years of trading booze, magic, and information. Monster mobs disagreeing on how exactly to handle things, but staying relatively friendly. Human mobs coming into their part of town and being irrationally violent.
There was death. Too much death. Death of friends and death of those murderers by his own hands. He supposed that made him a murderer too. Oh, well. Protect everyone, especially Paps, repeated in his mind over and over.
Concern and over protectiveness when Papyrus found Mettaton. Based off of all the outside clues they were probably soulmates, but could Sans really trust anyone getting that close to his baby bro? And since he and Paps were created from an individual, normally those offspring don't have soulmates. It could be a fluke. But, he couldn't protect his brother from the inevitable. Papyrus and Mettaton made the public announcement soon after. By then Gaster was running the mob, and he gave Mettaton a job as an entertainer at their different establishments to involve him in the business. After all, it had begun to turn into a family business: him, Sans, Papyrus, Papyrus' soulmate.
More time passed and Sans still didn't run into any monster that was the one made for him. Actually, it was random chance that Papyrus had a soulmate. It was much more likely that he didn't have one and the whole thing with Papyrus was just random chance.
Repetition. Same thing. Day in. Day out. Nothing much changed, he just did his job.
And that's when you caught up to the present.
He loved you. He was amazed that you existed and he loved you. You could feel it, so strong, and you were sure that he was feeling the same thing from you. After all, soulmates automatically loved each other. The hard part was just finding them.
-[]-
Your soul rushed back into you and Sans' flew back into him. After too much contact they automatically return to their proper bodies.
You were both gasping for air, laughing and crying.
"Sans!" You finally called out, grabbing him and pulling him into a hug. "I'm sorry! You've gone through so much and it took me so long to find you. You waited so long, I'm sorry!"
He returned the hug, one hand comfortingly rubbing your back. "no. don't apologize. i should be the one apologizing, doll. by the time you were born, i had given up. you were right on the edge of the undercity, if i hadn't stopped lookin' i would've found ya by now, stopped everything that you went through. i'm sorry."
You giggled, wiping away your tears. That was right. You had forgotten. Monsters had longer lifespans than humans. They took longer to mature, but once they reached adulthood they aged about the same.
"I should have known that you were old enough to be my great-grandfather," you whispered teasingly.
He leaned back. "oh? and why is that?"
"You waited so long you're literally nothing but bones."
You both laughed and quickly got to planning. There was so much to do. You had to plan the announcement (that would have to happen sometime in the next week). You had to inform your landlord that you were leaving (Now that you found you soulmate you would have to move into his place. Human landlords didn't allow monster tenants). You had to go get your stuff (not that you had that much to move). Busy. Busy. Busy.
-[]-
Papyrus was in the front row, cheering the loudest as both you and Sans finished making your formal public announcement, completing the ceremony with an exchange of lockets. "NYEH HEH HEH! I AM CERTAIN THAT YOU WILL LIVE HAPPILY BROTHER… AND NEW SIBLING!"
The robot next to him blew a kiss at the two of you, but you knew better than to find that strange. You had met Mettaton before the ceremony, and he had been gushing over your outfit. "Marvelous! Marvelous!" You could almost hear his voice. Actually, you could. He had started to shout the same thing again.
The guests quickly broke up, the after party starting.
"let me help you with that, darlin'," you felt a tug at your sleeve. Sans was gesturing between his locket (already on) and yours (in your hand).
Bending down, you passed your necklace to Sans so he could hook it around your neck. You started to stand back up, but instead he took advantage of your current height, pulling you down and into a kiss. You could hear some monsters with less manners whistling in the background.
After a minute he released you, with a stupid content look on his face. "Haveta let you breathe. Since I don't have lungs n' all, makes it real hard not to just kiss ya forever."
Blushing, your hand raised up to feel the new weight resting on your chest. The little lockets were normally identical, showing that you were confident in your soul and had found your soulmate. Yours and Sans' were a special case, made so that you could have an inverted heart locket like his soul and he a regular one like your soul.
"Well you aren't avoiding the issue by stopping, because you still take my breath away." You pressed another gentle kiss to his teeth before standing straight again.
"doll!" he whined soft enough for only you to hear, complaining because you face was now out of his kissing range.
"We have to go handle guests," you offered a hand to him.
He rolled his eyes and begrudgingly took your hand, "you're right. prepare to be bored out of your mind."
He was right. As per tradition you had to be introduced to everyone that his family invited. Technically, he was supposed to meet everyone your family invited too, but you didn't have anyone, so this was just going to be a lot of new people for you.
You put on the friendliest smile you could muster (and being a barkeep, that was quite the smile) and you and Sans stepped into the fray.
-[]-
Life was good. Gaster had gotten you a position at one of the monster speakeasies he owned close to Surface Heights, Grillby's, and Sans had been moved to position of permanent guard of the place so he didn't have to be too far from you.
Every night was a fun time, you and the 'owner', Grillby, handling the customers while Sans sat and watched everyone coming in and out. Though, he did have to admit, he spent a good portion of the nights watching you too.
Sans took up a residency at the bar. That stool? His stool. That end of the table? His end of the table. That barkeep? His barkeep.
It took awhile for some of them to get used to a human being there, but for the regulars all it took was an explanation from Sans for them to accept your right to be there. From that point forward they just had to put up with your unabashed flirting.
Of course, you occasionally ran into the cold-hearted bigot that yelled about how it was wrong that you and Sans were soulmates, that you both were lying and getting some strange perverted pleasure out of it. That always made you laugh. What they hell did these people think that you and Sans did other than kiss and soul-communicate, two innocent and purely romantic things? He is literally a skeleton? Being the boss' boy, Sans was allowed to throw anyone like that out, so you didn't have to deal with them that often.
-[]-
You and Sans were laughing at a joke when he suddenly froze.
"Sans?" you questioned, terrified something was wrong. His eyes had gone empty, black and pupiless.
"grillbz, hit the button."
Grillby moved and hit something under his side of the bar. In a flash, a fake wall popped up behind you, covering the booze. Sans turned and raised his hand, blue magic suddenly taking all the alcoholic beverages from anyone in the speakeasy and teleporting them somewhere.
His pupils returned and grabbed you, suddenly teleporting you into the middle of the dance floor. "how about we charleston, darling?"
Now you got what was going on. Taking his lead, you just started to dance when the door swung open. Everyone on the dance floor stopped immediately. Filling the door was Asgore, vice-mayor of the whole city and legal leader of the undertown. He stepped into the room with purpose, Grillby stepping out from behind the counter to meet him halfway.
"…what can I do… for you… today… sir," Grillby barely crackled with nerves.
"I was in the area and I decided to check on a rumor I had heard about this place."
You could feel your hair start to stand on end. If he caught onto the illegal alcohol there was nothing you all could do. If Asgore was hurt in one of Gaster's bars, it could start an all-out war amongst different monster gangs, depending on what their opinion of him was. There was differing information as to who he was on the take for, or if he was corrupt at all. Either way, he wasn't on your guys' side.
Asgore glanced around the room, looking at everyone, until he stopped on you. His eyes trailed down to find your hand in Sans', caught mid-dance step. He stepped toward you, his long strides quickly closing the distance. "So," he spoke half to himself and half to you, "there is a human here, with a mob monster."
"ya haven't got any proof on me yet, asgore," Sans growled, clutching your hand tighter.
Asgore ignored Sans, still focused on you. "Are you here against your will?"
Well that was offending. Without taking your necklace off, you grabbed it and tried your best to shove it in his face. "I'm here with Sans. He is my soulmate. Stop pestering us."
His eyes widened at the locket, "I apologize. I had to make certain." His naturally commanding voice dropped so that only you and Sans could hear (you assumed that this was some sort of magic and not just luck). "I would be careful. People aren't happy with you two. There just might be an attempt to harm you."
Sans released your hand, opting to instead grab your waist and pull you closer to him, "is that some sort of threat?"
Frustrated, Asgore shook his head, "No. I am here as a favor to Toriel."
Both you and Sans relaxed, now understanding. Toriel was well known for a few things: kindness towards everyone as a sympathizer for the monster cause, great pies, gathering information, and having pure burning hatred toward her soulmate. She separated from him after he got reelected, furious that he was still taking part in the corrupt political system that got their children killed. Word had reached you that she was happy that you, a monster-human couple, were living so happily. She hoped that you might become a symbol for a hopeful peace between the two sides of the city.
Asgore left awkwardly, departing without saying much else.
Sans held you tighter, and you wrapped an arm around his shoulders.
This had the potential to be very, very bad.
-[]-
You both had been so careful for months, MONTHS, and it still didn't matter.
Helpless, you sat beside Sans' hospital bed.
You were crying again. What was this, the third time this week? It didn't matter. This idiot. You were going to kill him when he woke up.
If he woke up. With that, another bout of tears sprang up.
It was a miracle that he wasn't dust. At least he was alive. You should be thankful. The doctors and nurses words bounced around in your head.
He would've been fine. You both saw the assailants, you both could have teleported away separately, but no, this idiot had to jump in front of you. This idiot had to grab your hand as the bullet hit him, teleporting you both away.
If he had teleported away any later the bullet would have completely cracked his skull, he'd be dead. Instead, all it did was break one tooth. There was a gap in his smile now where that stupid tooth used to be. It was so stupid. Why was that enough to hurt him? Why was he still smiling, even in this comatose state? Why did he get himself hurt? Why? Why? Why?
Sobbing, you moved and sat next to him on the bed. You had been warned that trying to soul communicate might be harmful to you, but by this point, you couldn't give a single damn. It had been a year. It was last year today that this blockhead pulled his stupid stunt.
You pulled your soul out of your chest, letting it hover above him. You sat there, completely vulnerable, for fifteen minutes.
It was looking like time to give up, close up shop, come visit him again tomorrow, when a faint glow started in his chest. His soul didn't appear, but yours bobbed cheerfully in recognition of his glow. Within a moment, he opened his eyes.
"doll?" his voice sounded scratchy, rusty from lack of use.
"oh my gods," you threw your arms around him, and you felt him weakly place one on your back.
"i'm okay," he tried to assure you.
"You're okay?!" you exploded, pulling away from him, "You're okay?! You have been in a coma for a year. Let's make a few things clear. One, you are definitely not okay. Two, if you ever take a bullet for my useless *ss again I am going to shoot you."
You tried to convince yourself that you were still angry at him, but instead you leaned down and kissed him, the missing tooth an odd and unwelcome reminder of his stupidity. But you were still so happy. Thank goodness. Thank goodness.
He was going to be okay.
You both were going to be okay.
And for years, everything was as normal as life could be for a mobster and his partner.
-[]-
You gracefully fell out of bed, stumbled like a ballerina down the hall, and managed to make it to the toilet to puke like a champ.
What the heck had you come down with? Your chest felt so heavy. It was tight and hard to breathe.
After managing to relieve yourself of all of last night's dinner, you stood up straight and stared in the mirror. Dark bags under your eyes, appealing traces of now drying vomit around your mouth. You were looking awful. And why was your chest to tight?
You took a deep breath. Then another. Then another. You realized after a second that you weren't having problems breathing at all. The feeling was coming from your heart or your soul… your soul!
Terrified that something might be wrong, you summoned it, the small blue heart becoming visible. You examined the side of it facing you, not seeing anything. What could be wrong?
Your pulse stopped as you caught sight of something on the other side of it in the mirror.
You screamed, and Sans was by your side in less than a second. "what's wrong, what's happened? are ya sick? do i need to get ya anywhere, get ya anythin'?" He was immediately examining you, questions running before slowly dying off, leaving one, "why's your soul out, doll?"
Kneeling to be beside him, you floated your soul down to his eye level. "Look," you whispered, spinning it round so he could see it. Embedded in your soul, just visible on the surface, was a nearly microscopic inverted white heart.
He stared, hands coming up and gently taking your soul, pulling it closer to him still. It took a awhile for him to get words out. "i-is that…"
"Yep." You smiled.
"so that means…"
"Yep." You kissed his cheek.
The disbelief was understandable, and to be completely honest, on both ends. Clearly, you and Sans weren't able to have children the human way, but apparently the monster way, a child formed out of love, compassion, and magic, was very possible.
He sat on the ground, still staring at the white speck, and you joined him.
"i'm goin' to be a father."
-[]-
You couldn't believe this was the last time that you were going to leave the mob headquarters as you stared at the exit doors, waiting for Sans.
Okay, so probably not the last time. You might end up visiting Papyrus and Gaster here from time to time. But it was the last time that you and Sans were going to be leaving as members.
Your hand drifted up to your chest, able to feel the warmth from your soul. Just another month. One more month and you'd have your darling little one. It was too dangerous for Sans and you to be involved in the mob work with them coming so soon.
Sans had more than enough to retire from his life of crime. You two were even thinking of trying to get out of the city, maybe get out to the country. Make a better life for them growing up than the two of you could have ever hoped for.
Sans had announced his plan to leave when you had found out you were going to have a kid, and this was the last day. He was just finalizing a few things with Gaster and then you both would be on your way out.
After what felt like forever, you heard his familiar footsteps coming down the hall. His arm wrapped around you as he came up to your side. "ya ready to go?"
You nodded, and the two of you made your way out the door.
Their forces were on you before you knew what hit you.
All you did know what that there was a lot of rapid movement, bullets flying, and you couldn't teleport anywhere which meant that there was at least one monster helping whoever was attacking you.
You could hear the angry crowd's hateful cries. There were humans and monsters, but they were all agreeing on one thing.
"Freakish skeleton lover!"
"Monsters don't mix with humans!"
"That child you're carrying will be a mutant disaster!"
On and on as part of the crowd suddenly rushed you.
Sans pushed you to the side, taking the brunt of the brute force, but they still swarmed around him. It was a real shock when the knife slipped under your ribs. It had all happened too fast. There was nothing you could do.
"S-Sans-" you coughed, blood rising in your throat.
With a cry, sharpened blue bones shot up from the ground, impaling anyone that was close. The crowd dispersed quickly after that.
You collapsed, Sans catching you before you hit the ground. "no no no, doll. you're gonna be okay."
You coughed again, finding it difficult to talk.
Sans was whispering every swear he knew as he examined your wound, before gasping in remembrance. With a sharp tug, he pulled your soul out of your chest.
Your glow was fading, but the small while soul next to yours was fading even faster.
"sh*t no, no, no," he pulled his own soul out, holding it next to yours, trying desperately to do something, anything. An energy transfer, or move the kid to him, something, he didn't know.
It didn't work. You saw the glow stop right before your eyes, cracks forming in the small heart before it fell to dust.
A sob wracked you as your vision went black.
"doll. doll!" Sans shook you, "stay with me! you're too injured to teleport! paps is on his way down. he has healing magic, remember? doll?"
You weren't responding. Did you pass out? That had to be it, right?
But Sans knew that it was worse as his worst nightmare came to life right in front of him. A small crack at the bottom of your floating soul appeared, then spread suddenly. With a crack, it shattered.
You…
You were gone.
And Sans held you, angry tears streaming down his face. He had been getting out. You had been getting out. You were leaving this violent life, together, and those idiots had taken it all from him.
"i-it's okay, doll," he gently laid your body on the ground, "i'll see ya again. we belong together. i know i'll see ya again. those idiots had their laugh. this isn't forever, i know that. but for now…"
He stood, starting to march down the street, following the frenzied path of the attackers that escaped, his left eye bursting into blue flame. "i'm goin' to kill them all."