Okay no I'm sorry I'm going to be gone for another few days. Sorry guys. After I posted ch 8 at 3am my uncle passed away around 4am so I'll be gone a few days I'm sorry for like ditching? I guess I will be back please enjoy ch 8 and ch 9. Thank you sorry!
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So that comfortable feeling you felt when you talked to Sans? Completely awkward now. So awkward that when you felt him connecting and talking to you, all you could do is stay silent and try to will the feeling away. You could feel his sadness ebb into your soul every time and it made you feel guilty.
You just wanted some thinking time for yourself but you were too ashamed to admit it too him. He was a monster? He shouldn't exsist? Or maybe that's just how you were raised to believe and feel. You feel more like an anime protaganist rather than a Disney princess right now. This was just all kinds of fucked up right now. Sighing and rubbing your face you rolled over. You couldn't even find the strength to leave bed.
Being connected to a monster by your soul REALLY did help explain why dating never worked out in the past. How many days have you been ignoring Sans? Four? It feels like forever since the last time you talked happily with him. You just wanted to understand your feelings better.
These were your own feelings right?
Or were they just your soul's needs?
What even was the point? According to Sans the two of you were soul mates so the emotions were not even your own by choice? You weren't sure. That's just how you thought of the situation. You would have rathered liked Sans for being himself, but then the fact he was a monster got in the way of your thoughts.
How would it even work out? He was sealed under a fucking mountain! You'd never see him and that wasn't very fair for you. Being connected to someone but not able to actually be WITH them? Okay yea your being a little dramatic. When ever you slept, you drempt of him. His voice. His shadow. That's all you knew about him.
The more nights that passed, the more- Intimate- the dreams got and you had to conclude that it was your soul that was tormenting you.
This was bullshit. You were a damsel in distress right now and your so called knight couldn't even assist you.
Okay, no your imagination is running wild again. Rolling out of bed, you slunked around in your room grabbing necessities to bathe. Mmm a bubble bath sounds amazing. Locking the door, you started your water and filled up the tub with some Dr. Teals soothe and relax. Ah the hell with it, you decided to pamper yourself and tied your hair up into a bun on the top of your head and clipped all the stragler hairs out of your face and pinned your bangs back.
Your stripped out of your clothes, smeared a facial cleanser on your face and sunk into those wonderful menthalatim bubbles. You felt so relaxed. and you took a deep breath. You did miss Sans. Maybe you had enough time to yourself.
"Sans..? I- I'm sorry for ignoring you."
*(R/N). are you okay? your not mad at me? i'm sorry for never telling you i-
"Shh. no its fine I just needed time to myself it was just a.. I guess just overwhelming." You felt a separate warmth flood into yourself as you connected and felt him relax, yup the bubble bath was a great idea.
*i was just afraid of how you would react..
"Can you just be honest with me for a moment? My thoughts and needs are my own right?" anxiety crawled against your stomach, you were nervous.
*yes, of course!
There was a chuckle halfway into that statement and you sighed.
*the link between us wouldn't have gotten stronger if you didn't want it too, you do have control on it. the only thing your soul is doing is trying to pull you to me by establishing the way we can communicate. you yourself strengthened your side with your own emotions. not mine, not your souls.
You sighed. That was a huge weight off your shoulders and you sunk a little deeper into the water and hummed. So your own emotions for Sans were your own.
*i'm just happy that your talking to me again.
Oh you knew he was, you could feel his relief. "Hey Sans?"
*yea?
"Since we're soul mates.. Would you ever tell me what kind of monster you are?" There was a pause and he let out a slow breath.
*i really don't want to tell you...
"Are you worried I'd be scared of you?" He was silent and you didn't push it, you wanted answers but you were gunna easy him into it and not rush him. Your sure he knew you weren't gunna let the subject drop. Behind your lids a scene popped up, you saw his room and it looked like he was sitting on his bed, your vision moved down to his large hands and you watched as his flexed his fingers and clenched them again. You only watched silently as he went through contemplating on his next move.
He grabbed the fingers of his gloves on one hand and pulled them off to reveal... Bone? A skeletal hand? He took the glove off the other hand and it was the same.
*i know you needed to know but please don't be scared of me.
Sans had apparently gotten himself a mirror since the last time you talked to him and he slowly held it up in sight.
Oh.
Oh.
He was literally a skeleton. All those skeleton puns made sense now, and you felt a shiver run up your spine. His face looked like a nervous wreck, sweat beaded on the side of his skull, how does that even work? His mouth was shaped into a grin and he had canines that look WAY mire intimidating than a lions. Well you're pretty sure Sans is much more dangerous than a lion so it made sense. His grin was also strained. His eyes? Or should you say sockets? Yea, his sockets were deep dark pits with little white lights. Well, actually that's pretty damn cute and you blushed. A thousand nick names were already popping up and yea, your pretty sure you weren't going to have a problem with him being a monster anymore cause now you couldn't stop the rapid being of your heart and the goose bumps raising all over your body.
"So like. Are you all bone?" You raised a brow, knowing he couldn't see and his pin pricks shrunk a little and darted to the left and back.
*i uhm.. I don't know. i don't know if i can show you everything.
A blush grew on his face, but it was blue? Oh my god. Could he even act scary? His fluffy blue jacket didn't help his act at all, it made him look innocent and puffy with all the faux fur surrounding his neck line. Spine? Eh what ever, you were never good at anatomy.
*i am all skeleton though! just -
"How do you even fill out your clothes if your all skeleton?" You assumed your emotions were more under control than his at the moment cause this was actually quite the show for you. And you were enjoying it WAY too much at the moment. Sans clears his non existant throat.
*i. a hem. i use my magic.
You smirked when you remembered a previous conversation. "Oh~ So thats why you 'gotta throw your self a bone' sometimes?"
Oh my god, his face just exploded blue and the lights in his sockets completely disappeared. So his blush was blue huh? "I'm assuming, not having a bone to throw in the first place, you don't often get blue balls hmm?"
The mirror slipped from his grasp as it cracked on the floor and you laughed. Hard. Your terrible. Your a terrible person, but this really helped.
You drained the tub and washed your face off and dried up. You didn't turn the venilation fan on this time so the mirror was all nice and foggy and had no worries of Sans getting a peek of anything. You let Sans calm down on his own as you got dressed and combed your hair. Basically thats all you needed to do. Just talk it all out with him. You felt lighter. Less stressed. And you were positive it was the same for Sans.
*i'm assuming you aren't scared or disgusted?
He sounded so embaressed. How cute. "I'm just happy that you finally told me. That's all." Now that you felt better, cleaning sounded like a good idea.
"So how does a skeleton even digest food?" Grabbing a broom and dust pan you went to work with sweeping. Aah, four days of doing nothing and simply sweeping already made you feel better.
*monster food is kind of different. it's made from compacted magic so it acts as a solid, my magic simply absorbs it's properties.
"Oh, so you can't eat regular human food?"
*i can if I make a stomach for it.
Oh wow. Weird.
Done sweeping you picked up all the stray dirty rags all over the house and grabbed your own laundry to start a load. While yours was washing you went to the guest room and picked up your moms clothes to have enough for another load to do towels. She had been staying int he guest room, she was still in her weird funk but wouldn't talkit out with either you or your dad.
Walking out of the room you noticed a piece of something sticking out from under the dresser by the door and knelt to get it. Oh! This was the folded paper you snatched from under her pillow before you tripped and knocked into the dresser.
Unfolding it you were surprised.
It was birth certificate.
Someone elses.
It was a newly issued one as well.
Looking at the name. Oh shit.
Dropping all the clothes on the floor you remembered how you found that DHS letter ontop the grandfather clock and snatched it down. Ripping it open and reading the contents you froze.
Your parents had adopted.
They adopted a child when you moved out.
Their child disappeared.
Their child was Frisk.
