"What does that mean?"
"It means-" He looked up and stared her straight in the eye, "I get to have some fun."
Chapter 18
A Small Detour Into Underswap
Sans knocked his knuckles against the table as he impatiently looked around the room. A loud POP! Rang through the air, sounding just above the skeleton. Raising a browbone, and glancing up with a lazy stare, Sans blinked. Three tears appeared in the space above him. The edges gleamed an ominous purple, and with a large ripping sound, they grew larger. Sans could make out moving shadows on the other side of the tears but couldn't see what was happening.
All at once the tears bulged and ripped, splintering off of each other and creating one large hole. A large mass pushed its way through and landed on Sans' lap. In a blink, the gash in the air was gone, as if it never was there to begin with.
Sans' eyes bulged and before he could push the mass off of him, it looked up and blinked.
"Sans?"
"Wicca?"
The witch clung to the skeleton tightly, "I can't believe-I have been-you don't know how long-"
The witch spoke too fast, thoughts pouring from her mouth before fully forming. She bounced with giddiness and a wave of instant relief (and just a bit of disbelief) flooded Sans.
"Oh my God-" It came out as a shriek.
"I just-I don't-" Wicca reached up and grasped his skull in her hands.
"You-you're here-" She thumbed his scar, sending a light dusting of blue across his cheeks.
"It's actually you-" Murmuring now, she pecked the jagged scratches and giggled and laughed and kissed him more and couldn't breathe and just felt so relieved because finally-finally she had found-
"Wait!" Wicca reared back and scrutinized the skeleton with a close eye. She prodded his disheveled jacket, stuck a finger in his mouth to examine his teeth, and flicked him in the face. His eye flashed a quick baby blue in annoyance, but before he could push her off of him (because, just what the hell was she doing?) she let out a puff of air and sunk into his lap, fighting back the urge to close her eyes and give into her exhaustion.
"I've never loved the color blue in my life more than I do now." She said it with such pain and hope it caused the skeleton to pause.
(Because…it was finally her.)
(Because…)
Someone cleared their throat and the duo jumped in surprise.
"Human!?" A voice called out.
Wicca tightened her grip on Sans and narrowed her eyes. A dull hum permeated her body and Sans could swear he saw a hue of orange outlining the witch. Tendrils of her hair began to curl and uncurl by themselves. A small gust of wind swept through the skeleton and into the room, feeling warm as it came and cooling as it went. An aroma of spices and crushed leaves filled the air-and-and was Wicca floating?
Sans held a hand down on her upper thigh and lightly gripped her waist. She wasn't exactly levitating, just…lifted slightly. He kept his hands on her, some irrational part of him worried that she'd just up and fly away without him, leaving him here. Sans suppressed a shudder at the thought.
The witch winced at his touch and crumpled into herself. The sweet-spice smell and strange draft dropped, her hair stopped it's strange dance, and that weird sheen of orange disappeared.
"I'd appreciate it if you took your broken hands off of me." Wicca managed to get out through clenched teeth. The skeleton must have been high on something because he instantly put his hands up without a single comment or glower at her insult.
"I thought we were back home." The witch murmured.
Sans opened his mouth to reply-
"You can have a home with us!" A little bubbly voice interjected instead.