Shape of You

by EmeraldHeart510

[Story also posted on Wattpad under same author name.]

Chapter 4

A short breath escaped my lips as my phone had long cut Charlotte off, because the battery had died. I tried to process all the events that took place today, and counted of number of times I had my hopes up to have a better life, but turned out for the worst.

I snapped back into reality, with Sans just staring at me with an emotionless eye. He probably could not comprehend what was flying around in my thoughts, because he could not understand what humans feel. All my thoughts shattered and my heart immediately began to race with anxiety.

I forced myself up with every fiber in my being, no matter how much it hurt. I had to go, I had to do something, but what could I do in this state? I had to do something.

"Where do you think, you're going," Sans said sharply.

"Where do YOU think, I'm going," I unintentionally mocked him, as I limped to the door, but fell on my way there.

"You are in no shape to even be moving."

I refused to listen, even if he was right.

"I need to do something Sans. All my stuff, my belongings, everything...," I said as I heaved myself up off the floor, ignoring the stabbing pain in my stomach.

"If you know what's good for you, I'd advise you to stop, dollface," he said, lighting a cigarette.

But I continued to ignore him, as stubborn as I was. The room was dark and stuffy, but it was easy to pinpoint where the front door was in such a tiny living-room.

I fell once more, and I felt my body smack into the rough carpet beneath me. I couldn't move anymore, even if I tried and wanted to, I had no strength left in me to get back up.

As I lied there on the floor, I felt Sans' eye watch me make a fool of myself. He didn't help me, didn't move an inch from where he was standing. He just freaking stood there watching as if I was a newborn fawn learning how to walk.

It wasn't even a whole day since I heard this guy talk, and I'm starting to regret even meeting him in the first place.

"You gonna listen to me now, or you gonna continue to push yourself?"

My body started to feel light as a feather and I could no longer feel the roughness of the floor I was sprawled out on. I opened my eyes and watched myself literally float back over to the sofa and was forced to lie down.

Sans' eye, was once again, flaming yellow as bright as the sun. There was no anger on his face and no amusement, just a blank face.

"You humans are so annoying with your overemotional bullshit," he spat out, not even regarding me as his equal.

"I need to go, Sans!"

"And what can you do, hmm? What can you do when you get there? You can't even get up by yourself without you falling on the floor like a damn ragdoll."

"But...," I stopped myself from arguing. There was no way I was going to win this kind of argument. As cruel and lethal his words were, he had a point too.

The way he said it, just made it more unbearable to deal with.

"Fine...," I huffed as I closed my eyes once more. My chest hurt, not from the bruised bones I had, but from the despair drowning out the rest of the world.

I wanted to cry, but it would show that I'm weak. I can't cry, no matter how much I wanted to. So, I bit my lip and slowly turned over to attempt to sleep. But I felt something heavy in my chest, like an aggravated burning sensation. I felt like I was feeling someone's emotions other than mine.

That's when I noticed the sound of footsteps walking away from me. I turned my head enough to see Sans opening his bedroom door, over my shoulder.

Something was glowing from him though, and it made my eyes widen.

Through his back, as if I could see right into his chest, was a glowing yellow heart. Surprised as much as am I shocked, I went to open my mouth, but quickly shut it, realized whose emotions I have felt burning in my chest.

These aggravated emotions; they belonged to Sans?

I looked down to my chest, and the appearance of a red heart beamed through my shirt. It started to dim and fade away as soon as Sans closed the door.

What did this all mean?

Somehow, this all made me forget my frustration of my worst day ever. It only made me more curious about the tall skeleton on the other side of the door.

As much of a jerk he was, he did rescue me after all.

Hours into the night passed, and daylight broke through the pitch starry sky, awakening me from a gruesome sleeping position.

My upper-half was hanging off the couch as my left leg was strung over the top of the couch. Not only did it feel painful, but it was extremely uncomfortable.

My stared at the front door and concentrated on moving my arms, but it caused soreness in my chest to arise, and I just went limp and gave up.

As if Sans had the perfect timing, he walked through the front door with his jacket on and a cigarette hanging from his mouth. He had a plastic bag in his hand; looked like he went to the store.

As soon as his eyes met mine, he just stared at me. His cigarette fell from his mouth and his lips drew back into a struggling smirk. His quick breathing was muffled and laughter just buffeted into the silence of the room; the silence I was beginning to enjoy.

This asshole was laughing at me.

"Instead of laughing, I could use some help with that trippy yellow magic of yours," I retorted.

"Nahh, too much work."

"Wisecrack..."

"Thanks, I get that a lot," he said sarcastically.

"I can see why...," I murmur under my breath.

Taking off his jacket, he slung it over one of the dining room chairs. I just continued to look at his back thinking about what I saw last night. The yellow heart wasn't there anymore and the glowing in my chest has disappeared as well.

It was weird sensation to have.

It wasn't weird to witness, because I've seen a lot of monsters use magic, but it was the first time I've ever witnessed something like that.

I wanted to ask Sans what it was; but, do I really need to? He seems like a guy who doesn't like senseless or annoying questions.

As if to purposely break me out of my daze, Sans throws a bottle of medicine at me. "What was that for?!" I yelled at him, as I struggled to pick up the bottle and lift myself up at the same time.

"Instead of staring at me, why don't you take pain medicine," he replied, handing me a glass of water.

I look at the bottle again, and it read "Aleve" on it. At least a guy like him knew the right kind of pain medicine to buy for inflammation.

"Um... thanks," I said and opened the bottled, and downed one pill with water.

"Don't mention it."

For a jerk, he was at least sort of considerate. I still had the feeling in the atmosphere that he didn't like me very much; that he probably just felt obligated to help me.

Subconsciously, I was staring at him again, thinking and wondering about this monster. Out of all living things in the world to save my butt twice, it was a monster... well a skeleton.

I saw him every day at work, never heard him speak once until now. I barely know the guy, but Sans didn't feel any less normal to be around. He seemed rough around the edges, probably has a bad attitude, and he also seemed anti-social; like he probably has a small group of friends, but that's it.

So out of everyone, why does he choose to save a stranger... a human, like me?

What's his motive?

Why me?

Breaking my daze again, Sans was staring back at me, as if he was trying to get me to notice that he was mocking me.

"You know staring at people is rude, doll face?"

I shook my head and stuck my tongue out at him, like a little child would. Then he just chuckled in amusement to my childish manner.

I looked away for a moment as he sat down to read a newspaper. Curiosity was eating away at me, so I built up some guts to speak.

"Why did you save me?"

I heard him rustle through his newspaper, and set it down on the table to give me an answer.

"Straight to the point, I see," he said, not answering my question.

"I see you every day, Sans. You're in the same spot every time I went in to work. I served you the same cup of coffee every time. Yet you never spoke. Why, all this time, you've never spoken a word to me, have you decided to save my life twice today? What made you do that?"

Sans stayed silent. I anticipated for him to answer, but the seconds felt like years going by.

"Can you please answer, Sans?"

"Sweetheart, I'll be honest here," he said as he got up from his chair.

"I don't like you. You irritate me just like any damn human would. It just irritated me to see a low-life human picking on someone innocent."

The words tugged at me, even though I kind of figured he would say something like that.

"Why did you save me in the alley? Was that just a mere coincidence," I asked sheepishly.

"Yep, just happened to walk by," Sans answered quickly.

"And why are you letting me stay here at your place?"

"Did you really just ask that? You're practically homeless right now anyway, and Grillby would've bitched me out for leaving you for dead on the street."

"Oh," was all that escaped from my lips. I didn't have much of a reaction to something I saw coming.

"Are you done asking these damn questions? They're pissing me off."

I slowly nodded, as I understood how harsh he was with his version of the truth.

This was just as much as I expected from him. I had hoped Sans would've answered differently. But I had wondered why I wanted to hear what I wanted to hear, rather than something I already saw coming. Something just tells me that he's not so roughly jagged as he makes himself ought to be.