Been a while for this one. I've been reading some books about character traits and I have a hard time with this story cause all the flaws stick out to me. The good news is ill probably be able to update faster now, the bad news is there feels like a lot less of what I wanted to happen than planned so the rest of it may feel rushed.
I hope you like it none the less though. The next chapter mostly Sans p.o.v.
You weren't sure what Sans was doing anymore. One moment he'd be staring at you from the top of the balcony his wide smile stretched over his face and the next he wasn't even in the house, according to Victor anyway. Your cat, now your aunt would avoid the skeleton whenever he was near but would stick around you whenever you were alone.
Like she was waiting for something.
Your brother would usually intervene in taking the cat and locking it in a room somewhere. She always managed to escape and end up back laying on your bed the next morning. Your brother managed to convince you to let Sans and Papyrus stay but you only agreed as long as Victor was alive and well and also staying. She would beat both Sans and Papyrus out with the pipe from the bathroom if she had too. She had the pipe with her wherever she went now.
Bathroom: Soaking in the tub with her.
Bedroom: Hard to sleep on with it under the pillow.
Kitchen: Makes a weird spoon, probably not hygienic.
She almost swiped off Papyrus' head when he surprised her from behind.
Between him and Sans random appearances, you were beginning to think you were living during the apocalypse with walking skeletons walking around and you wielding a large metal pipe that your ghost cat aunt gave you. Everything about this was fucked up. You weren't even sure what to think about everything.
You could name the good things that happened on one hand while the things that weren't... you were sure it was more than your fingers and toes put together. There was one thing that irritated you to no end and you couldn't figure out what was causing it.
You were aware that you were naturally aggressive but lately, you been feeling a diminished fire in you that seemed to have simmered since you woke up from your possession. You just...were not as angry as before. You should be screaming in rage at everything that was happening but instead you felt like you had been doused with a bucket of water. You mentioned it to your brother but he only shrugged his shoulders at you laving and turning away. When asked again he only claimed 'would it be that bad to relax some sis?"
Drugs were the only thing that made sense to you but you had been making your meals so how he was giving to you, you weren't sure.
You took to hiding in random spots in the house to keep an eye on everyone. Your brother acting the most normal, Papyrus seemed to follow him on occasion but you weren't sure whether you should worry about the two of them. Sans was another mess altogether.
You would hide in a closet.
He would walk by, stop, stare at the closet your in.
Then he would smile and continue about whatever he was doing.
Up until you get curious and stick you head out wondering why he was staring at the closet. Only for him to have been secretly standing next to the closet waiting for you.
There was now a pipe-shaped hole next to the closet door where Sans's head would have been.
"Tsk-tsk-tsk, Careful Sweetheart, don't' wanna see me lose my head now do you?"
You'd lunge at him again and he sidesteps you grabbing the pipe in one hand and your waist in the other pulling you to him. You try to elbow him in the gut only to hit the air.
Dam Skeleton.
He chuckled and twisted your wrist forcing you to drop the pipe onto the floor. He stretches your arm out and away from you burring his head into the crook of your neck. Hot breath slips out across your skin and you can feel something wet on your neck. You don't need to guess what it was when he let go and allows you to wipe off his red saliva.
Slinging the red liquid at him you scream. "Stop, fucking touching me!" Your words still don't have the same aggression as before and Sans notices. He raises a non-existent brow at you his smile dropping a bit. You turn away from him and begin walking down the hallway hoping to avoid him.
"Ya, okay there Sweetheart?" His voice causes you to turn around and see him standing near you like you hadn't moved in the first place his eyebrows furrowed together.
"Fuck off. It's none of your business." Your voice was far softer than you intended the words almost shaky as they come out.
"It's yer dad ain't it?" How the hell would he know what was wrong or not wrong with you?
"Said Fuck off, Sans." You turned to head down the hallway again but something grabs your wrist and pulls you back to him. You try to twist your arm out of his hold but he just stays still and lets you struggle for a moment before he grips around you tighter cutting you off from your movement. "Yer, fergot ya pipe." A shiver runs up your spine and the breath on your ear doesn't feel as disgusting as it was before.
You feel Sans let you go and you turn to look at him his red eye light still on you but his smile was gone, brow wrinkled and he had a pained look on his face. You go to move around him neither of you saying anything as you pass by to pick up your pipe from where you dropped it, but it wasn't there anymore. You turned to glare and yell at him just to see him holding the pipe out to you. His eye light staring at the ceiling instead of you.
You blink and reach slowly wrapping your finger against the cool metal and pulling. There's no resistance as Sans just lets it go his eye light back on you again, faint red on his face. You just stare not sure what was happening at this moment.
"So, erm-" Sans rubs the back of his skull away from the giant hole in his head. "-me and paps have been putting something together fer ya and yer brother. Most of it's ready and yer brother's going to go but I thought maybe ya'd go with me?" He stared at you waiting for an answer and you normally would have yelled at the skeleton and taken a swing at him but this strange thing in your chest was making you pause and actually consider saying yes. You could slap yourself.
"I'll...think about it." You bit your tongue ducking under his arm and heading back to your room. A white ball of fur following you down the hallway staying on your trail as you opened the door. Aunt Crooks, Ghost, your cat, not even sure what to the magical feline anymore, bolted on top of your bed staring at you with a heated glare as you closed the door.
You lean against the heavy wooden door having it slam behind you. What was wrong with you? This was so out of character for you. You slid down the door gripping the pipe not sure what you were supposed to be doing in here. One part of you wanted to cry like you hadn't' done since you were like eight. Another part, the buried now quite part of you, the rage, it was buried under two feet of dirt and muted.
A meowing on your bed makes you look up at her, er him. It may have been your aunt but the cat was male...
"What do you want?" The cat simple glares at you like you were insulting it.
It jumps off the bed and presses its paw on to your leg. You reach out and run your hand threw her soft fur. The cat doesn't move to let you catch your breath and gather yourself.
"It's weird your letting me pet you ya know?" The cat snorts at you and averts its gaze.
"I just don't know. Things don't make sense. I wanted to beat the hell out of him and now I'm almost calm with him. It's nice not being so angry but I'm scared too. I don't know where the anger went. I don't know where it went and it scares me, not having it." You lean on the pipe and watch to see if the cat would even acknowledge you. Instead, the cat struts over to your bed and lays down staring at you. It almost looked pleasing but your gut was starting to bother you.
"Did you do something to me?" The cat sits up and ruses over to the door pawing at it. You stand up and let the cat out. It runs down the hallway and turns to stare at you waiting for you to follow.
"You did didn't you?" The cat flicks it's tail and rushes off down the hallway.
"Fuck." You take your pipe and follow her down the hallway. The cat bolts this way and that till your following her outside threw the long grass you refuse to cut till you stand in front of your family's tomb again.
Nascentes morimur
Salve me, Fons Pietatis
The Latin greets you in cold stone and you trace your hand over it. The meowing of a cat inside greets you and look inside to see the faint wisps of her fur disappearing down into the darkness of its depths.
You push and enter the tomb again. It feels colder this time broken pieces surround you and the warm feeling you felt last time here was replaced by a musty smell.
"From the moment we are born we begin to die." You step inside a frozen hold gripped your skin and pulled you to the spiral stairs leading into the depths of the dead. "Save me, source of mercy." Your words feel as cold and unfeeling as the tomb.
The darkness surrounds you and the small lights that greeted you before were gone. You followed glimpses of white on the narrow cement step till you feel the ground even out below your feet. An icy feeling grips your wrist and pulls you along until you turn into an area where the coffins had rotten away and skeletal figures poured out from the holes in walls they were buried in. The cold feeling grows stronger but let's go a blue light replacing the icy touch as it drifts in front of you.
Familiar to you somehow.
The light takes form and you see Aunt Mellissa before you.
"Little tomato." You remember this is where she possessed you last time. You pull back away from her but she only raises her hands in a calming gesture and you pause.
"It's alright. I underestimated you last time. I didn't know how much you would reject me. But, please, I need to possess you. I need you to give to me. Stop fighting and let me do what needs to be done. Then you can live a peaceful and free life." This person spoke like your aunt but her tone was cold and more calculating than you remember.
"Why? Why do you need to possess me?" Her shoulders drooped and her eyebrows pinched upwards.
"So he can't have you."
"Who?"
"The butcher." You stilled. A title like 'the butcher' didn't sound like a great title at all but right now, but your aunt wasn't giving you the best vibes either.
"You need to possess me so the butcher can't have me. Who is the butcher? And what did you do to me? " Mellissa sneers at you like you had thrown a dead fish at her.
"I don't want to speak the filthy skeletons name. It's best you don't ask tomato."
"I need to ask to get answers." your voice bellows out and echos in the tombs around you.
"Sans. Happy now?"
"No." You sneer back at her. Perhaps being a cat had made her angry. "You still haven't told me what you did to me."
Mellissa crossed her arms at you and tilts her head up like you've seen Ghost do a hundred times before. "I doused your anger a little. It's hard to possess one when they fight me with so much anger."
"So you took it away to posses me easier?"
"Yes."
"and, you led me here because?" You already figured out the truth but now you just wanted to stall for time. This was the only place she could posses you at. She raised a brow at and huffed indicating to the room around you before a slow dark smile appeared on her lips.
You and she stared at each other taking in the new information. The moment you took a step back your aunt lunged. You screamed and hit one of the walls your aunt disappearing into it. You were not about to question ghost magically abilities to go threw solid objects and ran off to the stairs.
Or where you thought the stairs were.
Without the white fluff of the cat or the cold touch of your aunt to guide you, you had no idea where the exit was.
You felt along the walls with your fingers feeling cold stone crevasses and the catch of smooth bones. Your feet crunching on small sticks rocks and maybe small bones. Your eyes failing you as all you could see was darkness and you slumped tripping over somethings hard you felt something tear into your flesh and pull at your leg causing a scream to rip out of your mouth.
Where had your pain tolerance gone? Did Aunt Crooks take that too? If so why? You had felt powerful before even if the anger felt like a storm you couldn't control. You were left feeling like... a normal person, almost. A chill went up you back like something had passed by. This was a terrible time to be feeling fear.
You covered your mouth as something wet trickled down your face. It surprised you as you pulled your hand away and sniffed it. water and salt, it had been a long time since you cried. You had forgotten you could even do such a thing.
You bit your lip and held still. You could only hope Auntie couldn't find you any better than you could find the exit. Another draft to your side and something blue and bright entered into your eyesight.
"Found your tomato." You screamed and rolled away from the light.
"Wait tomato don't go-" You felt weightless as the wind rushed around you and the sense of falling brushed at your skin. The floor fell out beneath you and something hit your leg a sickening crack sounded out as you felt a cold hold take your body. The darkness rushes away from you and you're greeted by a grey misty sky. The fog surrounds you whipping around your body and something begins to slap you repeatedly against your back the sound of snapping beneath you and the smell of pine fills your nose. The snapping stops and you feel sharp stings on your back and legs.
You breathe out and take in the view above since it was all you could see. A misty grey lighted sky and dozens of pine trees surround the area. You could see where the snapping was from the tree directly in front of you. Half of the trees were snapped off and was likely buried beneath you. You turn your head a bit difficult to see white surrounding you a coldness touching your cheeks.
You squint something in the distance looks like a shack or food stand you blink but your eyesight becomes even blurrier. You try to blink again to clear the image but it only makes it worse yet again.
You try to let your arm but it feels heavy and the coldness on your back numb the sting.
If things couldn't get worse you feel the familiar shake like marching ants appear under your skin. All your sugary snacks left back at the house.
This would be how you die. It's not how you pictured it would go.
And yet again, you found your self thinking about the skeleton with the bright red eye light and oddly wishing he was here right now.
~Sans~
He felt something shift as he was setting up some of the decorations paps had been making him put outside. The lights made the forest look nicer than what it actually was. The darkness of the trees were lighter thanks to the Christmas light illuminating it to a softer warmer glow.
The party space was set for Annette and she would get to meet the other monsters of the underground. He would make a claim on her and nobody would try to touch what was his.
Nobody.
Plus the party would take off three birds with one stone instead. The list Victor had provided for him had kept him busy most of the week.
The men who did only a little to you, like watching other men violated you, he took them alive and back to camp to let the other monsters decided what to do, quicker deaths than what he would have given but they are better fed now since the rations the government gave was practically nothing.
The men who had been actively involved had a special place locked up under the mountain in the shed next to his original house. Alive and well, until he got this party ready for you anyway.
Now though something was pulling at him making him drop the Christmas lights and follow the tugging in his chest.
Since he saw her in that towel she had been acting off. She defended herself as before but her aggression was muted. Something was off even her swings at him had less power. He almost wished he didn't make the promise not to force her into anything cause the weak act she seemed to be putting on made him...
want to hunt.
He could imagine her running in these very woods and him chasing her down. He wouldn't need his ax or any tool and if she managed to get far away enough from him he would just pin her with his magic.
She would squirm when he got close to her deep breaths rushing out. She wasn't the screaming type, she cusses and threatens him instead, but when he pulled down her pants she let out little squeaks as his claws-
Dam it.
A tent sported in his shorts again. He REALLY needed to stop fantasizing about Annette while on the job. The last guy he locked in the underground had taken a swipe at it with a knife. When he missed he tried bargaining you as an object for his freedom.
Sans accidentally dropped him when he was carrying the man back to the shed right on a rock.
Unfortunately for the man, Sans wasn't willing to part with any pain killers. If he was lucky maybe the other perverts in the shed had something for him. If not he didn't care.
He deserved to suffer anyway, they all did.
Sans smiled and they would all pay. He'd make sure of that.
A harsh tug at his chest made him pause. Where was Annette now?
He opened a portal back to the house and stepped in. The dimmed yellow bulbs of the hallway greeted him as he sniffed around. He could usually tell where Annette was by picking up her scent but the trial he smelled now seemed faint.
She wasn't here. He ported into the void again this time stepping out to see Victor and Paps sitting on the couch in the living room.
"Where's Annette?"
Victor and Paps looked up eyebrows pinched together confused.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN BROTHER? IS THE TINY HUMAN NOT IN HER ROOM?"
" naw bro, her scent ain't anywhere in the house." Papyrus puts a hand to chin looking thoughtful for a moment before shaking his head. Victor's face only scrunches up before his eyes dart around the room as if looking for something.
Turning to Sans he says "Do you know where Aunt Crooks is?" He furrows his brow. The shitty ball of fur hadn't appeared before him since he last saw Annette.
"No?" Victor's eyes go wide as he springs from the couch heading to the backyard door.
Sans followed Victor's reaction making him nervous as he followed him to the same tomb where he had supposedly killed Ghost.
Victor stood in front of the dark grey building of decrepit cement. Victor held his head in his hands his breath shaky. His nails dug into his skin enough to leave thin white lines. His eyes wide with worry and silent tears falling out onto his fingers making them slid over his skin.
"Gone, it's gone, Sans." It came out as a breathy whisper from Victor as Sans got closer to the shivering human.
"Eh, what's-" He could smell it. The force that kept him out of the tomb before was gone, nothing but the stale musty air of the decayed and something that smelled just as familiar.
Annette.
"Victor where-" He started. "She got her Sans. Aunt Crooks led her back here and she followed. Why? why would she follow?" Victor crunched down into the grass gripping his skull and started mumbling the same strange language her sometimes heard Annette speak.
He didn't have time for this though. Annette was somewhere down there and she wasn't herself. Something that her Aunt might have had something to do with if Annette followed her here. Not wasting any more time Sans brought his ax out of the void and gripped it in his phalanges. This time as he entered the tomb nothing was pushing him out and he descended the narrow steps.
He gave one last look behind him to see Victor looking up from his panic attack and Papyrus laying a hand on the human's head. Papyrus gave him a nod. "NOT TO WORRY BROTHER, I THE GREAT PAPYRUS WILL WATCH OVER THE HUMAN AND WAIT FOR YOU AND YOUR DATE MATE TO COME BACK. WE WILL PREPARE THE PARTY FOR YOU TWO SO IT WILL BE DONE IN TIME. DO NOT BE LATE!"
"heh, thanks, bro. Wouldn't think about it. It would be unDIGnified to be late." Papyrus screech was the last thing he heard as he descended the steps of the crypt.