Summery:Can't a temporarily blind, abused, traumatized girl get any rest around here? No? Alrighty then.

Okay so I had this story all ready to go but I forgot? Idk I just didn't upload it, so when I found it I was like whAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME?! Anyways here is my trash enjoy I guess?


You had never felt so warm, it was all around you filling every empty space. You inhaled the scent of something that you had never smelled, but it felt warm everywhere. Your skin felt so warm and felt so healthy but you still could not open your eyes.

But it was so warm and you felt amazing.

You realised you were on a bed of sorts, it felt amazing when you were knocked out and now you didn't even want to move let alone get up. A blanket was snug around your frame tightly, as you took in the scent a wave of nostalgia hit you.

Sans.

It smelled like Sans and although you only worse his jacket it made you so calm, you remembered instantly melting into it as you were carried. Ugh you must have looked like such an idiot, a helpless, deranged idiot who needed help.

"Mmmf," You mumbled stretching up, your bones cracked and popped into place, "Ahh, God that feels fuckin' phenominal." You signed in content, you tried once more to open your eyes but to no avail.

Everything was just too bright and whenever you tried you felt the beginning of a splitting migraine. So you left your eyes alone and just tried to listen to anything that might be of any indication as to where you were.

"you uh up sweetheart?"

"AH FUUCK!"

Sans' sudden voice made you fail your arms and nearly fall off the bed, you guessed anyway since you couldn't see at the moment.

"shit sorry 'bout that, here let me help ya." You tried not to act to shocked, but Sans sounded much farther.

And there was no way he got to your aid that fast.

His hands on your arms were the perfect distraction from your thoughts. They felt so odd compared to his hands, they were worlds apart. You felt so comfortable in his embrace, as he helped you to your feet you couldn't help but want to lean onto him for 'support'.

"here we go, you okay there hun?" He asked, you blushed at how concerned he truly sounded.

"Yeah thanks, it's just a scratch or two, but how are you and Papyrus? It was freezing and you gave me your coat and when I passed out Papyrus said he was really-why are you laughing?" You paused, hearing his belly laugh fill the room.

You wished you could see his face, he must have an amazing laughing face.

"pfft, heh you're a real work of art hun," He placed a hand on your shoulder, you'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't melt a little at his touch, "ya get beaten to death, left in the fucking cold, can't see and your ask if me n' pap are alright?" Sarcasm oozed from each word.

"I just never really saw myself as that important of a person, thank you for everything by the way."

"stop apologizing sweetheart, you don't need to feel bad for wanting to live."

You wondered if you should tell him the truth, probably will make him feel like crap for saving you. "Well I kinda didn't I was why I was almost dead." You murmured under your breath.

"what was that hun, didn't quite catch t-."

"SANS WHY ARE YOU UP AT THIS UNGODLY HOUR? USUAL I WOULD APPLAUD THE FACT THAT YOU ACTUALLY WOKE UP WITHOUT MY AID BUT NOT THIS EARLY!" Papyrus' booming house rang through your ears, you finched and almost fell off the bed again had it not been for Sans' hands.

Who felt a wave of guilt realizing that it must be very early, you had made them wake up early for nothing. Way to fucking go.

"pap frisk's up." Sans sounded very monotone, you guessed he wasn't dropping your conversation anytime soon.

"R-REALLY? OH WELL HOLD ON-," You heard crashing and shuffling, accompanied with a door slamming open, "Frisk, I am sorry if I did not make the best first impression but I hope you are feeling much better than before. Doctor Alphys said that you would feel better in no time, just that you may need to stay with us for a few weeks." A smile spread along your face, accompanied by a spreading warmth along your chest.

"Thank you so much Papyrus, trust me you saving my life is the best first impression I can think of," You hoped that you at least made him smile a little, "I'm sorry for waking you both up, a-are you sure that I can stay? I could walk home with a little help and-."

"Frisk please I rather you not you back to your um," Papyrus was fumbling for the right words. "Gentleman companion, I think you would be much more safer with us I promise." God that cinnamon roll.

He didn't deserve any sort of pain, unlike you.

"Thank you Papyrus, please go back to sleep don't stay awake on my account." Your heard an unattractive snort from beside you.

"nah, pap isn't as good as sleepin' as i am, heck i can even do it with my eyes closed." You heard an exasperated sigh, Papyrus most likely.

"Sans as your brother I beg of you, not in front of our guest please." Papyrus actually begged, you couldn't help but stuffle a giggle.

"come on bro she's gonna be our new roomie we would want her to get tired of me."

"Sans please I do not want to yell."

"ya need some sleeping pills bro?"

"Sans no."

"i mean sure."

"SANS!"

"knock yourself out."

"SANS THE SKELETON IF WE DID NOT HAVE A GUEST YOU WOULD BE SLEEPING IN THE SNOW! NOW GOODNIGHT TO YOU BOTH-err morning I mean." You heard footsteps gradually start to leave.

"Good Morning Papyrus!" You waved, Sans moved your hand in what you assumed was Papyrus' actual direction, "Don't tire yourself out." You held in your fit of giggles as an exasperated sigh came from Papyrus.

"I am going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume that you are just sleepy Frisk, pleasant dreams everyone!" You could hear a muffled yawn and a door opening and closing.

That was when you let your giggles out.

"T-Those were pfft, s-so..ba-bad." You could barely form words, you just kept laughing like a maniac. Which you found ironic since you had always hated puns and crappy jokes.

But you couldn't stop laughing.

"gee careful you don't tire yourself kid." You could practically hear his smile.

"S-Sans!" You raised a hand to cover your mouth but he caught your wrist.

"why do ya do that whenever ya smile or laugh kid," You stiffened, he must have been paying close attention to you, "no need to be hiding yourself frisky." What was with him and the nicknames.

"Umm, ah well it's just that you know how some people don't like something about themselves?" You felt yourself flush, you could feel his eye burn holes on your skin.

"what's there to hate 'bout you?" He spoke in such a calm and genuine voice, you wondered if he was always so smooth.

Wait, did he just compliment you and may or may not really mean it?

You covered your face in an attempt to hide your probably red and flushed face from view. "Stop with the jokes Sans, I'm being serious here."

Silence filled the room, you figured he must be feeling sorry for joking around with you.

"wasn't joking with ya, not that heartless doll."

What?

"What?" Ah, so we're going with the dumb schoolgirl method?

Very smart choice.

"i mean no offense sweetheart, but i'm sure your eyes were working fine before. So i'm just wonderin' why you would want to cover any part of your body-." A yawn interrupted Sans' rant, you faintly remembered it being 3 in the fucking morning.

"Crap sorry Sans, I forgot it was early. Let's try to get some sleep, sorry." Your tried to find your way back to the bed, you must have looked like such an idiot. " here let me help ya." His hands help guide you to the bed.

You felt so helpless and weak, but so good in hie hold.

"Sans I um can do it by myself, y-you don't have to help-." You felt the covers being pulled over you, your tried your hardest not to melt in them.

"she says as i continue to pull the covers over her." You snorted, and tried to swing your arm at him, " g'night hun." You waited for the bed to shift but it stayed the same.

"Sans?"

"yeah, what's up frisky?" He sounded like he was on the floor.

"Aren't you going to get in bed?" You thought it was only appropriate, it was his bed after all. It seemed unfair that he let a stranger have it all to themselves. "I don't take that much room." You offered.

"uhh, w-well uh who knew you could be s-so forward frisky?" Was he stuttering? " i mean the chair ain't so bad ya know, i'm good."

You moved so that you hoped would be more than enough room for him, you patted the space next to you as an offering. "I'll live trust me, I'm used to sharing a bed. Nothing new." It was true.

He had forced you so many times to share a bed, that's what people who are in love do he used to always tell you. You wanted to tell him that it didn't make sense since you hated him and wanted nothing but to leave him. You always just swallowed your pride and humanity and let his huge bulk crush your small and broken one.

"if you say so sweetheart." You felt the bed shift and you faced Sans so that your smile would reach him.

Your foot accidentally bumped into his leg, your body froze up as a chill went up your spine.

No fucking way.

"S-Sans?" Your voice quivered, there was no fucking way.

"y-yeah, what's up sweetheart?" Of course he was stuttering why wouldn't he be?

He's cold as the dead! You couldn't believe you believed him when he said he wasn't cold at all. Idiot, who wouldn't be cold in the middle a fucking blizzard?

"You're freezing, why didn't you tell me?" You heard a sigh of relief, "Here let me try to warm you." You inched your body closer to his, hoping you were warm enough. You felt around and tried to place your palms on his face.

"f-frisk wha-."

"Sans I'm not trying to be a flirt here, I'm serious you're fucking freezing, I'm surprised you're not dead." You commented honestly, you placed your hands on his cheeks and instantly felt them begin to warm up.

You hummed in response and just let your hands stay there for a while, you could feel yourself lulling to sleep. After a few minutes you could feel Sans relax against your gentle hold, and it may have just been the fact that you had 4 hours of sleep all together the entire week but you swore you could feel arms wrap around your small frame. Once again thanks to the lack of sleep you found yourself nuzzling into Sans, your hands falling limp at your sides.

You knew that it may be odd that you were already in bed with a stranger, nuzzling into each other for warmth but somehow it didn't feel wrong at all. You were already so used to being in a bed with someone every night that you found it odd that Sans didn't climb into bed with you. But then again you were never given the option whether you wanted to sleep in the same bed as someone else were you? You were always forced to share everything with him, to say things that you never wanted to tell him, to do things that only people in love would do.

You were never given the option to say no, and it kind of felt like you were doing that to Sans.

"S-sans?" You mumbled, you found it hard to speak thanks to your sore throat.

"mmm?" You were going to take that as a 'yes'

"I..I'm sorry if I may have come off as too direct," You rubbed your arms embarrassed by your actions, "I know it isn't an excuse but it's just that..I'm not really used to not going to bed without someone, and I guess I'm kinda forcing you to do that? I'm so sorry, I know how that feels so I hope y-."

"god what did that creep do to you frisk?" Sans' voice went all too sinister for your liking, he seemed to hold you tighter and press you further into his chest.

You stayed silent for who knows how long, you just couldn't think of a way to sum up everything he had put you through in one measly sentence.

"Can..we talk about this later Sans? I don't think it'll put you in the best of moods." You offered, you heard Sans sigh and loosen his iron grip around your body. "yeah, sorry 'bout that hun i got a little carried away there." Sans apologized as he adjusted the covers around you two.

You found yourself finally drift off to sleep, with Sans holding onto you as if you would slip out of his hold at any given moment. The wind was howling outside and banging on the window to be let in, but in your small little blanket fort the two of you didn't seem to care in the slightest. It was almost too perfect to be real, a deep part of you refused to believe that this was all real and that you would wake up at any moment.

Better make the most of it while you can right?

"M' so..s-sorry Sans." You uttered those final words as you felt yourself going limp, but you were able to hear a few final words before plunging into sleeps arms.

"..don't...anything...sorry."

You couldn't bring yourself to care what Sans meant, as you finally let yourself rest a stupid smile still on your face.

It was almost too perfect.


Do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do *trying to hum a song through words* I have like no idea what else to say guys. I am literaly the most bland person every, imagine a brain muffin, now give the muffin singlasses. Dats me (yes SINglasses)

Thank you and Goodight