A/N: Hey guys, I honestly don't have an excuse this time for my lacking of updates other than my being lazy and just the lack of inspiration and motivation to write. I also don't have a huge amount of ideas, and I would like to apologize for these short chapters that aren't even written often. I'm really, really sorry. So, if you guys have any ideas or anything for the story, I might try implementing them, but also might not, as there is a certain way I want the story to go. Thanks for reading!
I continued to struggle against the hold on my soul that controlled me while Sans watched in awe. I could see that he knew I was still there by the look on his face. The hooded man seemed frustrated by my attempts to regain control. He moved closer to me, as if about to kiss me again. No way! I thought, mentally glaring at him.
With a sudden surge of energy, I ripped through the hold on me. It felt as if a layer of glue on my soul had just shattered, allowing me to be free. With a grin, I pointed the gun at the man, though not actually intending to hurt him. I put on the scariest, evilest expression I could, most likely looking like a cold-blooded murderer.
While the man was occupied with me, in my peripheral vision, Sans had his hand raised. He raised the two in the air and slammed them against each other several times until he knew they were unconscious.
Soon after, the police arrived and took the two criminals into custody. They almost took Sans as well, but after explaining the situation, they labelled it as "self-defense" and let him off free. Not long afterwards, Papyrus walked out of the bathroom, of course, completely oblivious to the previous situation. Instead of telling him about it, Sans decided that it'd be better if he didn't know and he drove me home, leaving quickly after.
"That was a hectic day…" I whispered quietly to myself with a short, exhausted sigh. I walked inside and quickly went to sleep.
(Time Skip)
"Bleh!" I groaned, wiping the gross paste from my face. I had just woke up, the first thing I did being puking in the toilet. It was oddly colored, having a grayish tone. I wondered if it was possible that it had any connection with the events of yesterday, but I brushed it off as being nothing.
I went downstairs and turned the TV on. The current channel was showing the news, telling about the latest events. I was getting ready to change the channel when I heard the restaurant's name we were at yesterday mentioned, so I put the remote down and listened intently instead.
"Yesterday evening, two hooded men entered Applebee's and took one of the customers hostage. Reporters say that one of the monsters currently in the restaurant proceeded to try and save the hostage, who was assumed to have been close to the monster…" The reporter on the television told the story, though not perfectly. Sighing, having not really wanted to hear yesterday's events again, I turned off the TV and went back up to my room.
After I had changed outfits and put my hair into a simple ponytail, I left my home with little makeup on my face and headed to the park. While walking, I felt a sudden wave of nauseating dizziness, and almost fell over, but continued walking despite the way I felt.