It was twenty past three in the morning, and you couldn't sleep. Your mind couldn't stop reeling from the events that happened yesterday.

First, Martha had been nice to you. Then you re-encountered Thomas and he… confessed to you? Asked you on a date? You couldn't still believe that it happened so you still questioned it all the time it crossed your mind. Your grandma fussed all over you as soon as you stepped inside her house, she asked you all the questions that you did not want to answer, but you patiently told her everything that she wanted but not needed to know.

Then Solah clinged over your legs and demanded to be piggy-back carried, she said she deserved it because you scared her but you knew that she just wanted to cheer you up – your back still hurt a little though but you could never say never to your little sister.

You took a deep breath; then there was Sans.

You still couldn't believe that you didn't ran away from him again back at the curb, but something stirred inside you when he appeared with the intention to intimidate you, again. Something… brave. You knew you were a coward, you knew Sans scared you and you knew he acknowledged the way he made you feel. But his apology was so forced and… deceitful.

It was clear that he was doing it because your grandma forced him in some way.

And that made you angry.

So angry that you didn't care about the fact that he had threatened you with eerie magic, so angry that he didn't seem scary at that moment and so angry that you simply didn't care.

But now, the adrenaline was over.

You lie in your bed, and find yourself terrified.

Well at least he walked away without showing you a scary magic trick.

You huffed and sat down, the back of your neck felt damp as you untied your ponytail in annoyance. This was clearly a night for no sleeping. You sighed as you shoved your thin blanket from your body and yawned quietly. You think about your actions today, of what you could've said better, of what you could've said to Sans.

You just wanted him to leave you alone.

You felt a pressure on your chest as your mind drifted to Sans. His hollow and creepy grin haunted your mind as you tried thinking about something else, he was everywhere. You tremble as you suddenly felt a shiver roaming down your spine, you hug yourself defensively and instinctively look around warily.

You're alone.

You tried to concentrate on the fact that your little sister was safely sleeping at the end of the hall, and your grandma's snores from the room next to yours were music to your ears.

You're not alone.

You relax a little, letting your paranoid state vanish slowly. You take a deep inhale, and then you let out a shaky exhale. You chuckle weakly, the things that Sans does to you… even when he's not here.

But you still can't hate him.

You can only fear him, and his actions.

You turn your body and place your sockless feet on the carpet. Now what can you do without waking everyone up?

A trip to the internet?

Draw?

Read something?

Draw?

Watch a movie?

You eye your graphic tablet and give it a wide grin, drawing it is!

You decide to work on some requests, you opened them a week ago and three days later you had to close the request button because you were literally overwhelmed by them.

As you stressed yourself over the size of left eye, you hear a rustling sound outside your window. It was like something was tripping all over the few bushes nearby the parking lot.

Curiously, you move from your bed and walk towards the single window attentively, then when you peek outside, your (e/c) widen when a dark figure stares right through you.

They were wearing a hooded black cloth and a… white expressionless mask with eye-holes.

As they stood under the street-lamp, not moving and staring at you, they shift a little to the right as they probably caught you.

You pale and cover your mouth in horror, an uncomfortable feeling travels from your stomach towards your head – you might vomit. You want to scream, call someone, but when you open your mouth to cry the figure suddenly runs away at an inhumane speed.

It twists your stomach even more: it wasn't human?!

"GRANDMAMMA! HELP!" you shrieked in utter hysteria.

Loud steps behind your wall are heard, then the sound of a door being kicked open makes you jolt and back you away against the window.

Your grandma rushes inside your room, with a baseball bat ready to be swung.

"Where are they?! What happened?!" she growls.

You stare at her dumbfounded, tears finally start falling as relief sets in, you're protected. You move foward, seeking affection and she immediately drops the bat to catch your glomp.

You sob under her chin as she wraps her hands tightly around you. The smell of roses and coffee makes you cry even more. You're safe.

"Oh precious! You're trembling so much!" she gasps as she desperately strokes your head. "And you're all sweaty! Let me open the windo—"

"NO!" You rush out in dread. "Don't open the window—someoneoutside—there's someone outside-!" you sob and cling to her gown.

"Oh sweetheart…" she sighs. "It's alright, grandmamma's here…" she hushes and she embraces your trembling body gently. "Calm down, take a deep breath…"

You obey, and her soothing voice helped you even more.

"What's goin' on?" a sleepy voice asks from your doorway. "Bubba? Grandma?"

You clean your tears while shielded by your grandmother and give out a forced smile, you look at Solah's worried eyes and try to look sheepish.

"Everything's okay princess, just a nightmare." You lie.

"That's right hun, go back to sleep." You grandma adds with a sweet and hushed tone.

She stares between you and your grandma and rubs her left eye. "Really? You screamed a lot bubba… you scared me..."

"Sorry princess, it was a scary one, filled with clowns." You let out a shaky sigh when you remembered the white, expressionless mask staring at your soul.

She gasps, her true fear reveals. "Clowns are the worst! Do ya want a hug?" she attentively steps further inside your bedroom while looking expectant.

How can you say no?

Your grandma smiles and steps back a little, and when you open your arms Solah comes and crashes into you, giving you a honey scented cub hug.

You love it, you love her.

You hug her tightly and kiss her head, she giggles in response.

"Better?"

"Uh-Huh! Much better," you say genuinely.

She looks proud and almost smug. "Of course you are, because I, the great Solah, give the bests hugs! Nyeh heh heh!" she placed a hand on her chest and grins up at you with twinkling eyes.

Your smile stays forced as your right eye twists, you look at your grandma and she shrugs.

"She's been spending time with Papyrus," she tells you amusedly.

"He's the best!" Solah states proudly.

You let out a long sigh as you pinched her cheeks with a fond gaze over her, man, you won't even deny it.

"Now hun, go back to bed. I need to talk with your sister about something," your grandma suddenly says, her voice is not stern but you would never disobey to it either.

And Solah is smart enough to see that. "Aw… alright," she gives you a sleepy smile. "I hope Sand Man gives you good dreams now bubba."

You chuckle internally, pecking her head. "Sleep, now."

She giggles as she marches back to her room in a happy mood, clearly her worries about your scream gone.

However as soon as she's gone, your smile disappears and you look at your grandma anxiously. "Mamma… I saw… there was someone out there…"

She looks at your window with a solemn expression. "Are you sure?"

"Grandma! We had a staring contest for more than ten seconds!" you tell her desperately. "They were like—wearing this cloth and this creepy ass mask and then they just like—whoosh!" you whisk your arm across the space between her and you towards the ceiling. "They were gone, just like that!" you probably looked a little insane right now, but words were not forming well along with your panic.

Your grandma blinks at you. "Oh my, I mean, it does sound… spooky." She gives you one last worried look before she walks to your window and opens it, you watched as she looked around for at least a good solid minute.

"Grandmamma…" you sigh, feeling guilty about something. "Close it please, they're probably gone already…"

She closes the window again – and locks it.

"Alright precious, let's call the authorities."

The determination burning within her eyes makes your stomach drop.

"N-No! You can't—"

"Are you insane? Of course I can, that's their job!"

"But nothing happened, they didn't technically do anything wrong… besides scaring the blue outta my jeans," you mumble embarrassedly. You really didn't want to involve the police, your mother would end up finding out about this and as much as monster scared you, you didn't want to go home just yet.

Your grandma huffs impatiently. "(Y/n) we must!"

"No, we have to go back to sleep…" you suddenly felt the drowsiness that you needed an hour ago. "I'm just… too shaken right now. I just want to sleep."

"And are you sure you'll be able?" she asks carefully.

"I'll just pull the curtains. You already locked the window so... Is the main door locked too?"

"Of course,"

"Great, so uhm, sorry I woke you up."

She gives you a tired yet affectionate smile. "Oh precious, you're more important than sleeping."

You flushed a little, not believing that she actually said that.

When she finally leaves, you're left alone with the lamp from your bedside table turned on.

It was thirty-two past four in the morning, and you couldn't sleep. This time your mind couldn't stop reeling over what the hell just happened.

And your body couldn't stop shaking.

When you wake up, find yourself surrounded by silence.

You stay under the sheet for a few lazy seconds, the air around you was so hot and smelled sweaty and for the cherry on top, your mouth tasted disgusting. Ah yes, you loved summer so much.

With a nosy sigh, you get out of your bed and stand up slowly. You grab your phone from the nightstand and see a text message from your mother, Martha and the unknown number.

Mom: Hello sweetie, your grandma told me that you're sick. Please call me, I'm worried. And I miss you and Solah's voice! :)

Martha: Hey cous! I didn't see you at grandma's shop this morning and she told me you were sick, you feelin' better? ;) only you to get sick during summer. LOL

Unknown ID: Thgin stal deltrats dekool uoy. Uoy gnihctaw si ytirohtuA ytinamyH taerG ehT.

First of all, you scrunch your nose at the silly nonsense typed in your screen, then you checked the hours confusedly.

It was forty past three… in the freaking afternoon.

You don't remember falling asleep last night, but you do remember seeing at least a ray of sun before passing out.

This is too much, you just woke up. In a hazy induced mind, you reply to the texts quickly.

Me: Mom I'm fine, I'll call later. Love you.

Me: Martha I'm fine, I'll text later. Haha yeah!

Me: … Leave me alone.

Did your grandma lied to your mother and cousin? You weren't sick… did she, your over-protective grandmother, lied about what happened last night?!

You were surprised, and grateful.

You eye the message from the unknown ID. You don't even want to go through the trouble of trying to read that last text message, after the events of last night you only wanted to watch Adam Sandler movies an drown yourself in snacks.

And since you apparently were home alone until six, you had a lot of time to yourself.

You first moved to the bathroom, where you took a long, lukewarm shower. Then you placed on a pair of white sweatpants and a blue, V-neck t-shirt that had belonged to your father. It was a bit loose and over-sized but that's why you loved it: comfortable.

The towel tower wrapped around your hair was tightly secured as you walked back inside your bedroom. You unlocked your window and opened it just a little, just to let the disgusting air out. But you couldn't help to look around, still wary about the events from hours ago.

You walk out and suddenly sneeze, sniffing loudly you look at yourself surprised. Were you now getting seriously sick? You shake your head and walk to the front door to make sure it's locked, but like magic, as soon as you touch the locker, someone knocks.

You stand there, shocked and perplexed at the same time.

You hold your breath and get on your toes to peek through the peeping-hole. You see no one.

Deciding you were safe behind this door, you open your mouth.

"Who's there?"

For a moment, the other side is quiet.

"… Sans,"

You let out a long sigh. "No one's home." You tell him quickly. Why was he here? Go away…

He chuckles. "what about you?"

You roll your eyes, since he can't see you. "Like you'd come here for me. My grandma and sister are at the shop."

"i know," he grumbled. "i'm here because your grandma asked me a favor. Are ya gonna open the door or not?"

He sounded annoyed, you smirked at that. But alas, you put your best emotionless expression as you unlocked the door. It was Sans and you were alone with him, you were going to at least try acting like yesterday and not be fazed by his appearance.

You look at him as you swing the door fully open, then you realize your attire. Shit, you felt a little exposed but… why would you dress up for him?

He didn't seem to care anyways.

"i'm here to give you this," he practically shoves a carton box between your eyes. It has a distinct smell of sweetness and sourness. "tori passed by the shop and dropped a cinnamon-b'scotch pie. And since you're sickyour grandma asked if I could bring ya a piece." He sounded like he was going to yawn.

You blink in surprise as the box is dropped in your hands. It does smell delicious and your heart warmed a little. "Oh… thank you," you tell me with a small smile.

He grunts and shoves his hands back in his hoodie, you still thought it was too hot for that. "whatever, you're not really sick are y—"

You interrupt his accusation when you accidently sneeze loudly.

Right in his face.

Your hands were literally too busy holding the box to have covered that awful sneeze. You couldn't help to gasp in horror at all the wetness covering Sans's face, you were now officially fucked.

"Oh my God—" you tried your best not to laugh and cry. "Sans I am so fucking sorry."

He glares at you.

"Shit, wait—" you run to the kitchen and place the box on the counter, quickly, you grab a napkin and run back to the doorway, only to almost fall on the short skeleton. "AH!" you yelp as you hop away from him for a safe distance. "H-Here! Please don't kill me!" you extend your hand towards his face and avoid eye contact to show him how much you weren't challenging him into shit. You just wanted him gone.

You feel him grab the napkin from your hand, surprisingly slowly and not brusquely, and then you hear a wiping sound. It was like someone was cleaning a wet window.

"heh, i guess i was wrong. You are sick after all," he remarks, his tone humorless. "no need to beg for your life sweetheart,i ain't gonna hurt'cha."

You sigh in relief, and he looks more amused than ever.

"Okay so… you can leave now." You rub your arm. "Tell Ms. Toriel and my grandma that I appreciated the pie." You were still looking at the kitchen floor, but your eyes sometimes wondered to his white sneakers.

Why was he so close to you?

"you just spitted in my face and you expect me not to want an apology?" he snickers.

You finally eye him, and you realize you just fell into a trap. He pins your staring and levels it into a glaring contest.

"I'm sorry," you tell him sarcastically. "We humans can't control these things."

Wow, (y/n) where the hell is this bravery coming from?! Have you forgotten that Sans is actually scary?

He arches his bony brow. "oh you humans can't control a lot of things." There's a second meaning in his words, and you know that.

"Sans, I already told you—"

He turns around and starts walking away, leaving you baffled and with your mouth open.

"seeya around kid." He calls before you hear the main door closing.

"That… asshole!" you squeal angrily while stomping to the door after him, just as when you're about to open the door, you hear the sound of it locking by itself, and you quickly step back.

Did Sans just locked the door in your face with freaking magic?!