You sat on the couch with Frisk as he told you about what happened between his mother and him, the day he ran away two years ago. You started crying and blubbering over him when he got to the part about her trying to bury him alive. How could someone do such a thing to a child!
You didn't mention what had happened to you rather, you skirted around the real event and simply told Frisk that your boyfriend, incidentally his uncle, hurt you and you needed to get out, and that you ended up falling down here as well. You shook your head, a numb feeling in your chest for even thinking about that night again. The pain was still fresh in your mind regardless of being healed physically. Mentally the wounds were still open and bleeding.
"Sans and I came up with a new name so I don't even have to think about that part of my life," you continued, smiling warmly at frisk and patting him on the head. "Amy is a nice name huh?"
"I love it!" Frisk agreed, he was trying to be cheerful but you could still feel the underlying discomfort between the two of you after talking about those people. You held Frisk close again in a long hug, your breath hitched.
"I c –can't believe you're really real." Your voice broke, and you let him go, wiping your eyes.
"Sans and Paps take pretty good care of me," he paused, "the best actually, aside from you. But anything is better than her..."
"I know honey." You agreed.
"FRISK WOULD YOU LIKE TO ASK YOUR FRIEND IF SHE WANTS TO WATCH A METTATON CHRISTMAS MOVIE!" Papyrus yelled from his spot on one of the arm chairs.
"I'd love to watch a Christmas movie Papyrus." You answered, smiling sweetly at him, you'd found out he was actually a huge goofball, just loud, but utterly sweet. You also wondered why they celebrated a human holiday and then shook you head, this was a whole new world to you.
After a four hour special, Sans brought you some blankets and made up the couch for you to sleep. He handed you an oversized fluffy pillow before walking out of the living room, pausing at the doorway to switch off the light.
"SANS!" "Hey uncle Sans?" Frisk and Papyrus sounded from up the stairs at the same time.
"Heh, sounds like it's time for their bedtime story." Sans chuckled to himself before you heard the stairs creaking under his feet as he went up the stairs.
You fell asleep to the sound of Sans calming deep voice telling the two upstairs a story about a sleepy bunny...
