NOTES: Soooo, it's certainly been a while. I know I'm not on Tumblr much (Flurry Blue's the name!), but if you follow me there, I can give you guys updates on what's going on. Mostly, it's been writer's block keeping me from continuing on. I promise you guys, I'm finishing this story. I've decided on it. So, without further ado, here's the (sort of lame) chapter you've been waiting for for three months!

Chapter 14: You get to go out with Sans.

A hollow knocking came at your door, followed by a casual, "knock knock!"

Sans. Deciding to humor him, you respond with, "who's there?"

"Snowy."

"Snowy who?" You questioned..

"'S-no-way you're still mad at me, right?"

You opened the door, to find a short, smiling skeleton. His smile looked a little strained- like he was nervous. Comparing his jolly voice with his expression, it didn't match at all. You gave a smile to match his.

"No, I'm not too mad. I'm still worried that someone saw you sneak in here."

Sans stood for a moment, silently contemplating… something. You were about to speak, when he strode into the room with you, saying, "Even if someone saw me sneaking you in here, they wouldn't be able to replicate the method with which I got in, ya dig?"

You tapped your food impatiently. "So, pray tell, how did you get in, Mr. Skeleton?"

Sans laughed,"Please, don't be so formal. Just call me Sans, Joy."

Is Skeleton really his last name? You decided that wasn't important right now. "Alright, Sans-Joy, how'd you get me in here?"

He didn't respond to your not-joke- did it even register with him? Sans' smile grew crooked, his eyes closed and his brow bones cocked. He shook his hands in a "jazz-hands" sort of way, and replied with, "Magic."

You gave him a pointed look, and he looked away. "I'm going to need you to be a bit more specific than that, 'migo."

"Sorry, that's all I can tell you for now. So, it's going to be eight o'clock soon, and I thought we should get going. We've gotta get you signed-in all proper-like."

"Don't I, you know, have to be outside the apartments- I mean, the shelter in order for them to sign me in?"

"Yep. Don't worry, Candy Cane. I'm going to sneak you out of here so that we can get you in here, follow?"

You nod, still brandishing a no-bullshit look. "So let me get this straight. You snuck me in so that you could sneak me out so we could not sneak back in?" You tried your best to sound aggravated. It didn't work- your voice was wavering, threatening to burst into giggles.

"Yep." He didn't even sound contrite.

"Fine. Let's get going. But I've still got a bone to pick with you, mister." You wink at him in the most cheesy manner conceivable.

He winks back.

"Throw me a bone, will ya?"

Your heart was fluttering- why was it doing that? It wasn't like a winking Sans was at all attractive or anything.

Nope. Not at all.

And it didn't help that, the more you thought of it, Sans brought you in here. Meaning he must have carried you in here. With his arms. Either draped over his body or resting in his arms bridal style- you knew your face was red already. Flashbacks to cartoons you watched as a child where a lady would be carried by the man she would inevitably marry in the end, as they always did. Their heroic actions had saved the damsel in distress. Fuck, you realized. I'm a goddamn Disney princess. Despite that revelation, you found it bothered you more that you were just embarrassed about being carried by Sans.

And of course, Sans noticed. "So, do you humans' faces get red preemptively, knowing you're about to experience a temperature change, or is your face getting red for another reason?" He wasn't turned to look at you, but he was definitely eyeing you, smirk saying, 'I know what you're thinking.'

Twisting the lanyard between your fingers, you walk outside of the apartment into the frozen air. You shivered- it's freezing out here! You wished you were wearing more than your bestie's cottony-green work pants, Sans' jacket, and a sweater-dress.

And a pair of Sans' slippers.

"Look, I just-" You tried to think of something. "I don't feel comfortable at all. Like, I'm in like, five different people's clothing right now, I look ridiculous. I smell like socks, cinnamon, sweat, and wet dog. At this point, I'm not really sure where all of the smells are coming from. And- wait, where are we going?"

"Uh, we can't just walk out the front door so that we can walk in the front door. Not in this place- remember, we just talked about this two minutes ago."

"Well, that makes sense, but why are we going this way, then?"

"We're going to a wall. The one I got in through." You paused at that.

"One does not simply walk through walls. Also, there aren't any significantly-sized holes anywhere along the perimeter of Daystay. Unless maintenance has been shit, in which case, they really, really need to get that sorted out."

"I didn't come in through a hole in a wall or anything. Just… a hole."

"So you dug in."

"Do I look like the sort of guy to carry around a shovel? I mean, I could, but then people would assume I dug myself out of a grave or somethin'. Also, that's sounds like more effort than I'm willing to put into anything." He looked around, as though he were watching for any spectators. You were walking towards the tall concrete walls of Daystay, but as early as it was, only kids and a select few adults were up. Nothing stirred along the edges of Daystay- everybody who was awake stayed in the open park space in the center of a cluster of apartments. You presumed it was to keep an eye on the kids, to make sure none wandered off.

Or worse.. Get attacked by somebody.

You shuddered, wondering if it was always like this. That something would happen to disturb the fragile peace that permeated Daystay. Every time you had visited before, you could feel it somewhat, but now it felt as thick as the cold snow that blanketed the ground.

This whole situation just had you feeling all sorts of god-awful: cold, malodorous, scared, a little guilty. I've never seen a monster want to hurt anybody. Only humans are cruel enough to induce this kind of helpless fear into these people.

Sans coughed, clearing his non-existent throat, and huskily whispered, "Somethin' botherin' ya, Joy?" The two of you stopped walking. You were in the middle of some trees, obscuring your view to the apartments behind you- you were standing adjacent to the tall, gray concrete wall.

You shook your head, shivering a little bit.

The two of you stood in silence, unmoving. Despite the cold, Sans appeared to be sweating profusely. "Is something bothering you? You're, uh, leaking. Is this typical for skeleton monsters?"

Sans turned to face you, hesitantly. "I, uh, I'm trying to figure something out. 's not exactly something I wanna talk about."

"Okay. So, are we going to get out of here, or just stand here looking pretty?"

"More like pretty ridiculous."

"Sans!"

"Hey, I'm just kiddin' ya, pal. Uh, so we skeletons have this power. 's pretty neat, if you ask me. You, uh, may wanna close your eyes though."

"Fat chance. I'm seeing how you got yourself in here."

"Alright," he said, winking. "Your loss. Try not to scream, it'll bring attention to ya." His left eye twinged a bright blue color for a moment, and suddenly, you were no longer touching the ground. Sans' slippers fell off your feet.

"Wha- what on earth?!"

"Heh. Not you."

"Sans! That. Is. Not. Funny."

"Really? I find it rather humerus."

"I swear to god Sans if you drop me I will-"

Before you could finish your thought, Sans' hand swiftly rose, shooting you upwards. You had to cover your mouth with your hands to stop yourself from shrieking, and continued upwards until you were flush with the top. You jolted to a stop, causing your head and stomach to ache. You swung to the side, and looked down.

You shouldn't have looked down.

Your heart stopped. You had felt this before.

This was identical to the sensation of falling slowly, like when you jumped out of the window. Just being mid-air, with wind hitting your face.

Slowly, you descended. Your arm brushed some leaves as you floated downwards. Snow fell in a powdery mist, much of it hitting your face, and it sent shivers down your spine. You looked at the white, clouded sky. It was almost blinding.

You came to a stop, but you weren't touching the ground. Blinking, you glanced below yourself. Only a couple of inches off the ground.

This is so unreal...
As suddenly as you had been lifted into the air, you abruptly fell, landing on your ass, effectively breaking you out of your thoughts. You heard the rumble of Sans' laughter coming from behind you.

"Didn't I tell you not to drop me, man?!"

"Nothin' personal, pal. Obviously, I don't lift things very often. Never, if at all possible." He emphasized his point by grabbing his bony arm. You glare daggers at him.

"Well, thanks. My ass hurts now."

"Looks fine to me."

"SANS!"

It took upwards of three hours to get everything sorted out at the registration desk. The moment you had walked in, Lori, the receptionist, looked at you in confusion- you were dressed peculiarly, you knew she hadn't missed that fact. You explained that you'd had a close call with an intruder, and Lori's face turned from confusion to understanding.

After that, she went to the back to talk to her boss, and Sans, meanwhile, walked behind the desk and replaced the Guest's lanyard in a desk drawer, and casually walked back. It took no time at all before Lori came back, with a change of clothes and some snow boots in hand. She looked at you sympathetically, and pointed you to the restrooms. You headed off to the ladies room, and, to your relief, it was just a one-person facility. You changed, headed back outside, and dealt with papers.

So many papers.

You were getting a place at Daystay, at least, temporarily. Until things settled down.

But when was that going to be?

When were these anti-monster assholes going to stop terrorizing innocent people?

NOTES: "You Get To Go Out With Sans" as in "You get to go outside with Sans"

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