You weren't okay, and Sans knew it.

Ever since what happened the other day, you slowly began to detach yourself from the world. Sans could feel you slipping away, turning in to a shell of a person right before his eyes. You'd stopped coming out for anything except for water and to go to the bathroom. Sans wasn't even sure the last time you'd ate.

Every night, right after he was sure you'd fallen asleep, he'd come in to check on you. To make sure you were still alive, and not hurting yourself anymore. Then he'd sit there, on the edge of your bed and tell you stories about his old life. Things he'd never told anyone before. One night, you'd woken up right as he began to talk, and pretended to be asleep so he'd continue.

"back a long long long time ago, when papyrus and i were still very young... we went through the same thing kid. there's so much you aren't telling us, isn't there? i know, and i'm sure that pap has figured out that you were abused. look at you... you frail scared little angel. angels were never meant to be hurt like this kiddo. you know... i know a lot about hurt angels."

He took a deep breath and continued. "i never was much of an angel myself. didn't take nothin from nobody... heh. well, i did eventually, but only for a very pure little angel."

"kiddo, there's a reason i'm as fucked up as i am. heh, look at me. just a pile of bones. worthless and good for nothing. just an experiment. but pap... even though he was an experiment, he has a purpose. he makes people smile and laugh, he has a talent for cooking, and a charm that no one can resist. i'm just his older brother, baggage that sometimes takes a bullet for him when it's not sleeping or being a lazy good for nothing." You felt one of Sans' tears fall on to your blanket. When it made contact, a small blue glow of light lit the area around temporarily.

"the horrible things they did kiddo... we went without food, without sleep, and sometimes without clothes for days on end. we were forced to eat out of dog bowls. we didn't know any better... we thought everyone lived like that. but i fought back. i tried to be strong, but when they couldn't get me to do something... they did it to my brother instead."

"i'll never forget the electric chair kiddo. i was struggling against those fuckin scientists. i jus' wanted to sleep... but then they took pap. my brother, the only angel i knew..."

"and they made me watch." He paused to wipe away some tears.

"oh kiddo, it was horrific. his expression... it was betrayal and pain. they'd only gotten a minute through before i started begging and pleading for them to let me go on. i couldn't see my brother get hurt anymore... it was, to say the least, scarring. they gladly took him off and brought him back to the cell. and i took his place. the pain was unbearable kid... almost skull shattering, and they kept cranking it up. higher and higher and higher. but i didn't cry. i thought to myself "i deserve this. i deserve all of this pain. this is what my brother had to go through." He paused again.

"a few years later, i was being carted through the labs, when the left me somewhere to go get some clipboard or something. there was a hypodermic needle with some deadly toxic shit in it. it would kill any monster, and was used as a threat against us. they left so many lying around, they wouldn't be surprised if one was gone. those things went faster than free samples the way the scientists used 'em."

"anyways, i grabbed it and brought it back to the cell, under the rags they called clothing. i was planning to do it at night. i only needed a small dosage to die. i figured i'd leave some for pap... just in case. it was after hours, and i was sure he was asleep. i was about to plunge it straight in to my arm, when papyrus sat up suddenly. He whispered as quietly as he could, "BROTHER?" and i was like "yeah pap?" and he paused and then he said "I LOVE YOU BROTHER AND I CAN NOT WAIT UNTIL WE ARE ALLOWED TO LEAVE THIS PLACE." and he went back to sleep. and i thought to myself "i can't do it. i'll stay alive for him." Sans broke in to a gross sob "t-that's the only r-reason i'm h-here t-t-today.. angels like him... and like you... you deserve to be hurt as little as humanely possible."

You rolled over and pulled him down, and cuddled him like a teddy bear until his cries subsided. "heh... you were awake all along kiddo. i knew it." You didn't respond. "c-can i stay here for the night?" You nodded, tightening your grip and burying your face in his warm winter jacket, right below his chin. His arms wrapped around you, and he ran one hand halfway through your hair, then stopped and left it there for comfort. His other hand gently rubbed your back, as if he was the one comforting you. "you're an angel kiddo. you know that, right?" You smiled, and slowly drifted in to sleep, listening to the soft hum of his soul.

You awoke to the pounding on your door. "HUMAN! WILL YOU JOIN ME FOR BREAKFAST THIS MORNING...? PLEASE? PRETTY PRETTY PRETTY PLEASE?" You opened the door, looking slightly disheveled seeing as you'd had no time to get dressed. You nodded. "WOWWIE! THIS IS DELIGHTFUL! COME ON!" Papyrus pulled your onesies hoodie over your head, then scooped you up like you were nothing. "NYEHEHEHEHEHEH! THE GREAT PAPYRUS HAS FINALLY CAPTURED A HUMAN UNICORN HYBRID!" You giggled and booped his nose. "OH NO! THEIR STRONGEST ATTACK! NOSE BOOPING! NYEEHHHHHHHHHHH!" He set you down on a kitchen chair, then set out a plate of breakfast. There was some toast, two hardboiled eggs, and some sausage links. You ate that and more. After not eating for a few days, you were famished. After breakfast, you kissed Papyrus on the cheek and thanked him, then said your goodbyes as he was heading out to work.

It was Saturday, so you had no school, and Sans had no work. He was still asleep in your room. You quietly snuck in and dug through your backpack. You dug through for a minute before finding what you were looking for. There it is! You pulled out the old tutu, the old ballet shoes, and the faded ribbon. You pulled out a pair of tights and a pink shirt, both of which Toriel had given to you. You tied your hair up with the ribbon, then went in to the living room and pushed some things out of the way.

For as long as you could walk, you had loved to dance. You never danced in front of anyone, but in private, you felt yourself moving to the beat. You'd always had a real passion for classical ballet, and ballet that would even be thought of as less classical. When you'd won your first ipod from a raffle at school, you'd downloaded so much music from the library computers, and choreographed almost all of it. You took out your ipod and put in your trusty four year old earphones. You started playing one of your favorite songs, closed your eyes, and let the music take you away, you let it sweep you off your feet and in to a magical land where nothing but you and the music existed. You felt like a real dancer for once.

You felt amazing.

Your song ended and you opened your eyes to see Sans standing there in shock. You removed your earbuds. How embarrassing. You hadn't even noticed him there. He gaped at you for a moment and then began to clap.

"kiddo, although i don't know everything about your life, you never fail to impress me. for someone who was hurt as much as you, you have many many talents and a spirit no one can break." You smiled at him, and hugged him. "you're welcome kid. thanks for listening last night." You stood on your very tip toes and jumped a little to pat his head. "heh. wanna see what's on?" You nodded. You both sat on the couch, him leaning on one side and you leaning against him, and sat in peaceful silence watching one of Mettaton's many tv shows.