Things are going to get complicated. Also, get ready for the feels because this chapter is going to be a rollercoaster.
Also, had to up rating for language and traumatic stuff to happen...
Saturday morning was the usual; leg day woes. Once you were done with your workout with Undyne, you showered and ate breakfast with your roomates. Once your feet left the last step and hit the bottom floor Alphys came out of the laundry room holding some of your freshly laundered and neatly folded sweats and a bra on top.
"These were sitting in the dryer."
"Oh, uh thanks. Um, did you put my bra in the dryer?" Both girls knew you always hung your bra to dry to prevent it from ruining.
"U-uh no." She looked to Undyne who shook her head.
"Hey nerd, you know I wouldn't touch your laundry even if you paid me." She smirked at you. Alphys smiled nervously too, but both of their smiles faded when they saw the ghostly complexion that took your face.
"Um, ok, thanks." You grabbed your clothes, and rushed toward your room, stomach in knots. You started to will yourself to remember what happened Thursday. You drank, acted a fool, danced around a flaming trash can… and… something important happened.
Rain. Rain and a comforting familiar voice, missing bra. Did that really happen? There was only two options: A certain skeleton came by to check on you or… The other option chilled you to the bone.
You picked up your phone and hit the call button to Sans contact information. It rang until it went to voicemail. Your heart was throbbing and your throat was tight. You tried to call him again. He picked up this time.
"is everything ok?"
Your voice was steely and low. "Did you come over Thursday?"
"wha…?"
"Don't lie to me Sans. I have to know." Panic sat at the edge of your voice, waiting to cascade over the mental dam that held it at bay.
The silence stretched for what felt like eternity until he finally spoke. "i was worried about ya. with that text, i wasn't sure if you were ok."
"Thank god." You breathed, sagging to your bed, tension rolling off of you. "I mean, it's good to know that you're a creeper who has no qualms about stripping inebriated women, but at least it was you."
You could hear him grunt, "it wasn't like that."
"I'm sure you had a good reason." Your tone was antagonistic.
"you were a mess, kid. do you have any idea how hard it is to bathe a drunk, fully grown woman?" He did not sound thrilled. You could feel his tension through the phone lines.
"I'm sorry…" Your tone softened. "Thank you. Bye." You whispered, and hit the 'End Call' button.
You felt a little easier knowing that even if Sans wasn't around, at least he was around, looking out for you even if you acted like a fool. You exhaled, and you pulled out your favorite book, Gone with the Wind. Escaping reality, and the fact that a skeleton monster had stripped you and bathed you was running through your mind over and over again made you want to plunge into the story Scarlet O'Hara in her quest to thrive in a wartime setting in the deep south helped you to feel better about your situation.
You had probably read this book three times over by now, but each time you found something new, and understood Scarlet's character more. Oddly enough, you kind of identified with her. She was a survivor who wanted to thrive and you could relate to that.
After awhile you heard voices downstairs. Sounded like Papyrus was here. Maybe in a bit you would come down to say hi.
Knock knock.
You stared at your door.
Knock knock.
That wasn't Undyne. She usually knocked once and would burst in. Alphys preferred to text.
"Who's there?" You sounded hesitant.
"Nobel." Your heart started pounding, and you started for the door, your hand resting on the doorknob.
"Nobel who?"
"No bell, that's why I knocked." A slow blush started to creep across your cheeks. You gently opened your door, seeing Sans before you, his gaze adverted and his cheek bones a soft blue. "i uh, i'm sorry i didn't tell you about what happened thursday. i thought you would've freaked out."
You stared at him silently, thousands of questions popping up, but before you could censor them you were already speaking. "I have a stalker. When I wake up showered, and missing important articles of clothing I have to question if I was sexually assaulted; molested, or y'know raped? I think, even without the stalker bit, it's important for anyone to know what happened." Your brows were furrowed and your brain hurt from trying to understand Sans thought process. How could he think that information wasn't pertinent?
He nodded, then looked away. You felt so many emotions, between awkwardness, to annoyance. He was so busy in himself, and you just didn't have the patience for the nonsense. Not like you normally would, maybe a change of subject would help. "By the way, have fun with your date last night?" After you asked you started kicking yourself. Why would you even say that? That was not the change of subject you were looking for.
He jumped a little, giving you a peculiar look. "it wasn't, uh, like that." He scratched the back of his head. "you ran out before I could say anything."
You could feel your cheeks begin to get warm. "There's nothing to say. I don't even know why I said anything now." You shrugged, shifting on your feet, wishing the floor would swallow you up. "I don't want to know what, or who, you do in your private time. I mean, we're both adults." You started to close the door when his hand stopped you.
"i wasn't happy that you went out with paps."
"I know," You looked down at your feet, noticing how much you really liked the color you picked out for your pedicure. Focus! "With me having a unknown stalker, it was irresponsible to get Paps involved. I didn't think about that until after the fact, and sorrys won't fix that." Tears pricked your eyes, but you blinked them back.
Sans shook his head. "i was jealous" he said softly. "but-"
"Hey punk!" Undyne came up the stairs. "Package!" She threw a brown parcel toward you. You fumbled it, and with a flush, picked it off the ground examining it. Sans stood still, face blue, but expression a little curious.
You started to open it when a little black jewelry box fell into your hand, and a note on the floor. You opened the little box and your face paled. You scrambled for the note, eyes pouring over it.
Undyne took the small black velvet box from you, "woah, that's a big diamond."
"My Goddess,
I hope you enjoy this token I have retrieved for you. I see you have not heeded my warning, so I will take matters upon my own hands, and will deliver you from these demons.
Then I can give you the life you deserve and love you the way you intended. I can show you a love deeper then what your husband could give you, because I can truly admire how amazing and beautiful you are, and I will be honored and blessed to make you mine.
~Your savior in waiting"
You dropped the note like it burned your fingers, your breath hitching, and tears flooding your vision. You stumbled back, your cool hands resting on your face.
"He's jerking with me." You gasped. "He's using the words my husband used to say to me." You pointed a finger at the box on the floor. "Those are mine. Those are the rings my husband gave me!" Your voice was an octave higher, and you were shaking, and bumped the dresser behind you.
"He's in my head, he's fucking with me." Your breath was quickening, and onslaught of a panic attack started.
Sans was already holding your forearms. You looked at him eyes blurry with tears. "i'm here."
"No you're not." You shook your head. "You can't be here for my worst moments, ignoring me the rest of the time." You jerked your arms out of his grasp, and hugged yourself walking out of the room. "I can't, I just can't."
Undyne stared after you, then turned to Sans. "What the hell, man? You're seriously doing that to her?" Sans looked up at her, his grin faltered. He shook his head and started to walk past her when she grabbed his shoulder. "What the hell?"
"it's complicated." He growled and teleported away.
You had left a voicemail with the detective on your case. There wasn't much he could do, you figured. Mail was a pretty obscure way to send things if a person wanted it to be. It had been a few days since that incident and you were met with no new information. Your detective apologized about the situation and offered patrols to come around your neighborhood.
Undyne and Alphys definitely had your back. And your front. And well, pretty much anything else you needed them to have. You were hardly alone. Alphys was with you when you went to work, and when you left. Undyne was with you when you worked out, and between them you never had a moment to yourself. It had been over a week and a half of their constant vigilance, and as thankful as you were, you needed some time to actually feel.
They thought admitting to the stress, that venting about your aguish was harmful, but you were about to explode from keeping your negative emotions bottled up.
You hadn't seen Sans since the day your stalker sent you the letter with your wedding rings. You tried to not think about it because it hurt. Even if you couldn't date him, you would've loved to at least be his friend, but he didn't want any part of your life, and by extension, your visits with Papyrus were much more sparse.
It upset you, but he made his choice, and you respected that.
So, you decided it was time for a break, a night to let loose so you found yourself at a bar counter after work. You had to be sly to sneak around Alphys since she would've been ready to intercept you, and bring you home. You had already ignored several of her and Undyne's calls, shooting them a quick text, that you would be fine, but you needed a moment of fresh air… And strong alcohol. The last bit was a mental note.
A tall fire elemental served you. He was in barkeep clothes that was rolled up above his forearms. You handed over your keys, and told him that you needed to forget everything today.
"I do not think that is wise." His deep voice cackled.
You gave him a wry smile. "Please Grillby, my life is a wreck. I've fallen for a monster who couldn't reciprocate even if he did feel the same, so he has been jerking me around, and I'm being stalked. Said stalker is trying to mind-fuck me with my dead husband, and he destroyed my apartment. My friends are so amazing that they won't let me vent my frustrations. Can't I just get crap-faced drunk… just this once, and have no one stop me?"
He looked at you for a long moment before letting out a sizzling sigh. He held out his hand. You slapped him a high five and he gave you a quizzical look.
"Your phone, please?" His deep soothing crackle surprised you. You willingly obliged. "I'll call one of your contacts to pick you up later."
"Oh, okay… Thank you Grillby." You felt a wave of relief. Finally you had someone who wasn't trying to baby you. Drinking wasn't the best way to handle this, but it was the way you felt like coping right now.
You stood on the stage, your stomach a pit of fire, and your world a hazy mess, a mic in your hand. Much to your drunken joy, tonight was karaoke night. You were singing or more accurately slurring to Living on a Prayer by Journey, the cheering of the local crowd encouraging you to continue. Grillby had cut you off a while back, but the patrons, amused by your angry ranting, happy singing, and terrible jokes kept slipping you drinks.
When Grillby caught on, he wasted no time coming on to stage and ushering you off
"'m not done yet Grillbz. Encore, encoure, encorp… Did anyone ever tell you, you're hot?" You snorted and giggled at your pun. "Like, dude, you light up my world." Your hands were rubbing his chest, it was only a matter of time before you made a grab at his ass.
"I think it is time for you to go home." Grillby's voice crackled. Your giggly demeanor instantly vanished and he helped you onto a stool.
"I dun have a home. 's been destroyed… like mah life!"
"I have called one of your friends." He placed a glass of milk in front of you.
"Oh, ok." You looked at the cup in-between your hands. You put your head on the counter, the cool surface soothing your flushed face.
"grillbz…" You knew that voice. It made your heart flutter and your stomach drop. "you let her get drunk?"
"She had a convincing reason."
You cracked your eyes open and sat up unsteadily, clenching the glass. "Wrong friend!" You put your head back on the counter and began to cry.
"wha… c'mon, let's get you home."
"Nooooooooo…" You clutched at his clothes. "I don't want to gooo there. Undyne is going to be soooo maaaaad."
He began to usher you out of the bar. "Please, please, Sansy. Anywhere else." He shook his head and sighed. "Please?" You pushed yourself into him. "Take me anywhere else." Your face was close to his. He stopped walking to hold you steady, eyes searching you, his grin un-amused.
"you're drunk."
"I know," You rolled your eyes as if what he said was the most obvious thing in the world, he helped you into your car. "Thas kinda the point." He shook his head, and closed the door walking to his side. He climbed in and buckled himself in. You watched him, your hands gripping the armrests.
"let's take you home." He said again for emphasis.
"Let's have sex." Your eyes didn't leave his face. His head whipped toward you, his eyelights small and bright. "Do me, right now, or in a hotel. No strings attached."
"i'm not having sex with you while you're like this."
Your lip trembled, and you glared at him, "Then I'll find someone who wants to." You started to fumble with the door.
His hand shot out, phalanges holding your wrist tightly. " ' t."
You looked at him, anger bubbling underneath the surface, and arousal fogging your brain. "I want you so freaking bad… I keep telling myself no, and I finally have the courage to jus say it, and I'm cockblocked." You leaned closer to him, biting your lip. "Please Sans. Please don't turn me away. I can promise you in the morning I wouldn't regret it, and you could keep ignoring me, like you already do."
His grip on your wrist stayed firm, his face bright blue and his jaw set. "you don't get it."
You sighed, your chest heaving. "No, I don't! You'll screw any bimbo on the street, but me. Am I not pretty enough for you? I'll be a slut if that is what it takes."
He pulled you toward him, his other hand cupping your face, voice deep and husky. "i want you so bad, i only think of you. the only way i can stop myself is by staying away because if i take you for my self-" His blush deepened. Your hand started to travel, rubbing his ribcage, your gaze smokey. He let out a guttural growl, and pushed you back, buckling you in, pulling the straps tight. "let's get you home."
You fumbled with your buckle, trying to get free, but quickly became frustrated, and gave up, watching him quietly, confused, and hurt. Would it be so bad if Sans allowed himself this one guilty pleasure? You observed his tense features, your heart throbbing with excitement and pain.
When you woke up, you made a mad dash for the bathroom, your adventure at Grillby's rearing its ugly head. Undyne came in, and sat behind you, rubbing your back and holding your hair back. Once the worst of it was over, you laid your head against the cool porcelain, wondering what happened to you.
Alphys came in shortly after, holding a vile color concoction. "I-it's a monster r-r-remedy. It s-should help with y-y-your hang o-over." She offered it, and you gladly took it. It tasted like lemons and grease. It took everything in you to down the contents, your throat and stomach tingling from the magic.
Your headache lifted, only a fraction of it left. It would be more an annoyance than a hindrance today.
"I don't deserve you." You whispered, tears streaming down your face. Both girls shared a glance before shaking their heads and hugging you.
"We deserve each other." Undyne smirked.
"A-agreed."
You dragged your sorry butt to work, and powered through the day. As the day went on, your mind kept teasing you about your encounter with Sans last night. You couldn't help but cringe, remembering what you had said. You told him you would be a slut if that would get him to screw you.
Shame colored your face, and you pulled out your phone. It was time to face music, figuratively speaking.
You had made up your mind, and decided it was time to finally cut off contact with Sans. You started to type out your message when a knock on your cubical brought you back to real time. Kyle peaked his head into your small cubical.
"Hey, I had been wondering, how you've been doing?"
You shrugged, "Eh, stuffs been happening. What's up?"
He looked away for a second before looking back, his cheeks tinted pink. "I was wondering if I could take you out to dinner Saturday, uh I mean tomorrow night, and maybe karaoke?"
You gave him an interested look. You could tell he liked you awhile back, but he was finally making a move. Sans briefly popped into your head, which you shoved to the side immediately. He had his chance, and you weren't going to wait forever while he slept with all the girls of Ebbot City.
"That sounds great."
He smiled wide.
Alright, this was a good sign, you were starting to move on. You finished your text and sent it.
Me 4:15 pm
So… last night… happened. I wanted to apologize for my actions. I also have a request, it would meet a lot to me if we could meet up and talk about something things. If not then I would have to do it through text.
Sans the Skeleton 4:39 pm
*ok. tonight is good for me
At this point you realized how toxic your relationship was. He would create a dependency but then disappear, and that was wrecking your emotions. You were probably messing him up bad too. It would be better if you both mutually cut off contact.
He helped you to grasp that; you could feel deeply for someone like how you did for your late husband. Would it be easy to move on? No, but you could take it one step at a time.
He also brought light to how dating a monster would not be wise. Monsters had rituals and customs that humans did not, it was better you stuck to your kind, and they stick to theirs. It still made you wonder how you could become so attracted to a monster, and a skeleton at that. Maybe you had a kink you never knew about.
You finished up your workday, a little later than normal, and since Alphys did have an important event to attend, she was already gone. You were okay with that and assured her several times over that you were fine, and it was fine, and all good. You signed off your computer, and made your way through the building. It was kind of creepy, like a post-apocalyptic setting. Okay, no more zombie movies for you.
Your car sat by itself in the empty parking lot. You felt a little on edge, but chalked it up to the fact that you usually left with people around, and you were all by yourself. As you were unlocking your car your phone started to ring. You pulled out your phone, and answered it. "Hello?"
You heard a sharp intake of breath. "You are so beautiful." Your heart stilled, and your hands started shaking so bad that you fumbled your keys, and they hit the pavement. "Yes, the way you look over your shoulder, the fear in your eyes. I've come to save you." You scrambled for your keys, and grabbed them. You started yanking on your door when a voice cut through the silence and your heart stilled.
"It's not very nice to hang up without saying goodbye… my Goddess." You heard a breathy male voice. You froze, as you felt cool metal against the nape of your neck. "Please unlock the car, and then climb into the passenger seat from the drivers side."
Shout outs!
Giggle813: Yeah, Sans is a complicated little jerk, but that why we all like him, amirite?
McKinnonisbae: yep, still updating :)
cassianasinwindell: dude, he totally friendzoned her. poor reader-chan.
Stay tuned, post next chapter sometime tomorrow ;)
