Jay pulled on Sans's hand gently. He let her pull his hand away from a bottle, but his eyes stayed trained on it. She didn't quite like it when any one drank. Her old mother used to, and if Jay was going to be honest with herself, she didn't like her very much. The woman was quite the... B-word. Always yelling and hitting things. The lady once killed their pet. It was a fat, ginger and white cat. The cat had wonderful blue eyes, like the sky at night, right before it turns black. She smashed it with a bottle.

"Huh, oh right. Sorry kiddo." Sans sighed. He did his best to calm down, breathing deeply and tapping his fingers on the counter. Grillby walked over but didn't do anything. Jay couldn't help but sigh. The fire he was made of gave quite the comforting aura. Grillby turned to Jay, and there was a soft crackle that followed the action. The bar carefully peered to the man of fire.

"He asked if you're okay." Sans translated, laying his head on his arm.

"Cold, but okay." Jay said softly. She gasped when Grillby's hands cupped her face. He held a very blank expression. After Jay was warm enough, he let her go and slipped away, cleaning a glass. "Why did you do that?"

Grillby turned to Jay and actually seemed to be thinking. He set the glass down carefully. The flame dipped into the kitchen and came back with a picture frame. He was standing next to a calming yellow flame person in a charming charcoal dress. Between both of them was a smaller person, a interesting mixture of the woman and Grillby's fiery colors... Which some how happens to be green. The young one was wearing a dress as well, but it was a vibrant red one. Jay was snapped out of her admiration when Grillby pointed to the small person.

"This is my daughter." He said. Jay strained to hear him, but just like his aura and his bar, his voice was comforting. "Her name is Bonny."

"Like a bonfire?" Jay asked.

"... Sure." Grillby murmured.

"She is really pretty. Is that your wife?" Jay pointed to the yellow woman.

"Yes. Her name is Kindle." Grillby pointed to his daughter and then to Jay. "You are like Bonny."

"Really? Is Bonny cool? And smart?" Jay asked excitedly.

"Yes."

"Oh. So she isn't like me then." Jay sighed. Yet she smiled at Grillby, and gave a soft chuckle. "You know, you remind me of those movie grandpa's. The one everyone likes because they care so much."

Grillby's flames turned up a notch and popped a bit. Was that a blush? He shook his head, and petted Jay's hair back. After a moment of lingering, he turned to put the picture frame back. With a laugh, Sans pulled on Jay's hand and the two walked out of the bar.

"He likes you now. Hopefully you will live so you can see him again." Sans said grimly.

"Oh." Jay stammered. He wasn't the happy, smiling skeleton that she liked. He was... Bad. Not bad like a murderer, but bad, like a dying man. Jay gripped his hand tighter. She held a breath of aggravation when he made no response to it.

Sans let out a sigh and watched his house slid into view. He opened the door while they were a few feet away, and once in, shut it manually. Jay didn't have a moment to ask how he opened the door. Sans turned and picked Jay up, only to set her on the couch. After a split second of thought, he yanked her off of it. Her clothes were wet, and she sorta smelled.

"Here, I got an idea." Sans murmured softly. He wobbled as he walked upstairs, but he managed to not fall over. He got to his room and peeled off his jacket. The cloth was moist and could use a wash. He dug through his drawers, pulling out a large, pale grey tee-shirt and a pair of his own underwear. He handed it to Jay and pointed to a door at the end of the stairs. It was more under the stairs actually. Jay waltzed over, overjoyed that she could shower for once.

She opened the door and grimaced. It was cramped and had several water stains. While it was somewhat clean, it was easy to tell it was only like this because it was hardly used. Sort of like old buildings, how they rot because no one lives there anymore.

Be thankful he even has one. Jay scolded herself. He even... Gave you... Undies. He must feel really bad. Once a girl touches your undies you can't have them back. Oh no. I might get cooties. Do it for Frisk and Papyrus. They don't believe in cooties. I hope.

After her shower, she lugged all of her belongings out to the living room and gave her dirty clothes to Sans. He took a swift shower as well, and proceeded to wash the clothes in the bathroom. The only indicator she had that he was done was that he opened the door. Although he didn't come out.

Jay had made sure to poke her head in, but he was just slowly washing the clothes. Sans hardly noticed she was there. Maybe he did. Maybe he was just ignoring her. Any option, either good or bad, would be more than possible in this situation. He really seemed empty and broken.

"Sans, are you ready to go to bed?" Jay asked with a yawn. Sans had been done with the laundry for a while. He was just, looming in the bathroom. After a moment, he shot up. The grin he held was heavily broken and his face was littered in blue again. Jay felt a part of her scream and her arms tingled to hug him. If her arms were glue, she would hug him together again.

"Yeah, I'll get you some stuff to sleep on..." Sans said drowsily. He creeped upstairs and into his room. Jay had followed, nervous he would do what the one child did.

No one knew her real name, they just called her Dust. She was dirty and pale, covered in acne and sort of slimy. It was obvious she didn't love herself or any of the other children. Dust was like Jay. They both didn't sit high on the priority list. Apparently she attempted to do bad things to herself while Jay was gone for the first time. She managed one night. Jay had found her in the back yard, a jump rope at her feet and her face in the small well. Jay remembers screaming and getting in trouble for being up. Jay attempted to tell them. She couldn't sleep that night, and she spent it all hoping they would find Dust outside. But no one saw she was out there until morning. Jay had learned what guilt and regret felt like that night. And She hated every moment of it.

Sans pulled a pillow from the bed, but froze when Jay crawled up and curled into a ball. She was facing the wall and gave a poor excuse of a breath. Sans set the pillow back and slid into bed next to her. He let her curl into his side, and let his arm be used as a pillow.

Sans coughed just a tiny bit at Jay's kindness to him. He had ignored her, and told her she would die. Yet, here she was, sleeping next to him like a child with no problems would. Maybe she didn't understand how it would end. With a moment of silence and Jay's patience, Sans gave in. For once in his life, he properly cried and mourned for Papyrus.

The skeleton kept his eyes trained on the ceiling, holding onto Jay tightly. She had fallen asleep. Jay trusted him to not hurt her.

"I promise you'll make it kiddo. Me and Pap both do." Sans whispered to the non-existent sky.

So, I apologize for such a long gap between these chapters. I not only had a lot to do class wise, and I really didn't like the first six times I wrote this. It was just wrong to me and if felt unnecessarily forced. Anyway, to explain the class issues: My history teacher made us find and learn a dance from the 1920's, do a poster about the 1920's (all at the same time mind you.) and I had a speech/visual aid to make about a kid I didn't know and who wouldn't talk to me, and I had to worry about my geometry grade because I hate homework and don't really do it.

So yeah. Thanks for waiting I suppose. The next one shouldn't be so late, but if it is, something similar more than likely came up. I go to a rich, dumb-ass school, so the instructions are much too thorough and the good looking projects are the only ones that get good grades. I happen to fit under the 'smart and poor' category. Like, they do in fact grade on your art skills. Enough complaining from me then. Thanks!