Very smol Sans POV chapter shoved in here.
Why were they sleeping on the floor?
They had been watching Alphys's… very interesting anime. He hated cats, but damn was the Neko girl fine.
It occurred to Sans that he may have a bit of an issue.
Alphys was fast asleep on her blankets, as was Frisk. Cats were everywhere. Storm- Sans's new nightmare- was curled up under Frisk's chin, putting softly.
Frisk was a very interesting human, all right.
He had grown so damn fond of her. Forgetabout before, now he had his problem.
He was liking the human a bit too much. In not good ways.
Just being with her made him feel so much lighter. He felt he could trust her, like she could understand anything. And he found her shy but kindhearted nature charming, to say the least.
But of course, as always, Sans would NEVER breathe these words.
He knew he had to spill the beans about everything he had been through eventually. He… kind of wanted to, but weariness and fear held him back.
Being pittied wasn't his cup of tea
Sans closed his eyes and leaned back. It probably wasn't healthy to eat about twenty candy bars, a slushy, split a tub of ice cream between them, and a huge milkshake. At least he couldn't get fat. And Frisk could use some more meat on her bones.
If she stayed on his diet of sucking everything up around him that wouldn't be much of a problem.
It was a little worrisome that she still hadn't pulled back from her infection. Alphys said it was because her body has been strained by the sudden changes. He didn't understand much but apparently her "metabolism" was out of wack. And the constant injuries over the last 3 weeks wasn't good either- especially since a normal human would likely be dead. And sue was drinking too much coffee.
Sans had a feeling that wouldn't be changing in the near future. Or in the far future. Or ever.
Sans laid down on his new fuzzy blue blanket, listening to the soft push and pull of Frisk's breathing. He was beat tired. Then again, he always was. Life was tiring.
He let his face twist into his grumpy expression. He usually tried to look decently approachable. He hid so much, actually. Frisk wasn't aware yet of how prickly he could be. Most of the time his smile was more of a wolfish threat than anything.
He hadn't gotten any sleep last night, and now it was about 1 in the morning. It wasn't unusual for him. Sometimes he went weeks without more than 3 hours of sleep. He could fall asleep at day just fine, when everything weighted on him and his consciousness just slipped away. But willingly at night? Not a chance.
That's why he liked to watch TV at night. It gave him something to focus on, let him fall asleep in peace.
Now the anime was over. The computer was off. He was alone. In the dark. With himself.
The one person he hated the most. Well, maybe that was an exaggeration. He hated a lot of people. A lot.
He could hear the Amalgamates beneath the lab floors. He could hear their shifting and groaning. Their bodies shuffling along The floor, claws tapping the tiles. The light zaps of electricity. His silver soul trait was enhanced hearing, while it was quickly obvious Frisk's was an enhanced sense of smell.
This lab was stained with blood only he could see. The walls, the floors, the air. It was all covered in mistakes and grief, in pain and crimson. Frisk was unaware of it all. And he almost wanted it to stay that way.
But this lab was better than… that lab.
Sans closed his eyes and exhaled.
He was so exhausted… a bone deep ache one night of sleep couldn't cure.
He really fucked up, didn't he?
He could feel his scars- physical and mental- aching. Reminding him.
He tired to focus instead on Frisk's breathing and the patter of the cats paws.
Eventually sleep hesitantly came.
…
It was all so dark.
The walls, the floor. It was so dark.
He had a small room in the lab, when his fa-Gaster took him here for extended amounts of time. A tiny bed, a couple of blankets, a dresser on the other side. His stuffed dog he named Ruff. He took Ruff everywhere, except when Gaster took him to testing or something of the like. It comforted him and made him feel he wasn't alone.
Sans didn't understand why he had to do this. Why was he the one? Well, maybe a better question was why it had to be done in the first place. His father had a strange fixation on humans and seemed to like them a little. Sans hated them with every bone in his body. They were so evil! They hurt people. Humans trapped them down here.
They were the reason he had to go to this god awful lab. Because the humans. Gaster loved them more than he did his own son.
Then again, Sans didn't know if Gaster could love. He looked so... Lifeless. He would stare at the wall, emtpy. Sometimes Sans would feel echoes of some sort of grief, but most of the time Gaster was cold. Hard.
Sans sat up in the creaky bed, staring blankly at the wall. This place was so quiet, yet so loud. He heard so many things Gaster didn't. Gaster thought he was simply playing. But he could hear very well.
His hearing allowed him to know when Gaster was coming. He was probably needed for another… "experiment." To test out some sort of drug, or healing ability, or something.
Gaster never knocked. His eyes were usually very dim.
Sans didn't look up.
He didn't like looking at Gaster.
"Child, you are needed. Come with me, please." It was strange, now he always talked with a manner of dignity. Yet Sans knew his intentions were dark.
But maybe not completely, right? Maybe he was forced. Or maybe Sans had done something bad he didn't remember.
Sans just stood up and followed his father down the dull, clean halls.
Gaster wore a white fur scarf, with a tight fitting lab coat. His shoulders were wide and his posture excellent. One of his eyes- his right- was sunken down and his left had the claw scars of some animal engraved into the bone below it.
"It has come to my attention that your soul is very special. I believe it may be a very rare phenomenon, and I would like to test this hypothesis." Gaster said.
Sans didn't say anything. He never felt like talking.
Gaster took him to a wide open room, with what looked like little satellites on the upper corners. One wall contained a window, the other a wide, sliding door.
Sans heard snarls, barks, growls and the tap of claws on tile. He shuddered.
"Stay here. I want you to hold still. I will be exposing you to Moon magic. It will get very cold. But if my hypothesis is correct you should have a strong reaction."
Gaster left and went over to the window on the outside.
Sans glanced around the room frantically.
Was this going to hurt?
Gaster pressed a button.
The room was bathed in a light blue light. Sans just stood there at first. He felt nothing.
Then he felt cold.
His body started to shake and shudder. Unconsciously, he felt a growl rip through his chest.
Sans grabbed a hold of his sweatshirt in fear.
What's happening?
He tightly shut his eyes, bared his teeth. They felt… sharper now. He didn't like this.
Gaster started to talk through the radio in the room.
"I see, very good. Now. I will open the door. There are dogs- normal dogs- on the other side. They will attack you."
"W-what?! What a-am I supposed t-to do?!" Sans whined.
"Do what you feel like doing."
Sans opened his eyes and ran to the now locked door and pounded on it.
"W-WAIT! LET ME OUT!"
Sans didn't notice, but Gaster looked away.
The door slid open.
Sans's head whipped towards the dogs.
There were so many…
They were of all different large breeds, but they all looked ferocious. They caught sight of him and slowly advanced forward, their sharp yellow teeth bared and saliva dripping from their mouths.
Sans whined and backed up to the opposite wall. He pressed against it, staring at the pack of dogs.
He was shaking so hard. He couldn't think straight, his bones wouldn't hold still, sweat dropped down his skull. His eyes were wide, and the lights in them glowing a pale yellow.
A color of serious alarm for him.
The dogs moved closer. He could see their bodies quivering with anticipation.
Sans couldn't breathe.
Suddenly, he found himself growling back. The blue light in the room was getting stronger.
He snarled.
He wanted to run.
Without warning one of the dogs- a Indecipherable mix with brown fur and torn ears- leaped forward.
Sans couldn't move fast enough, and it sank its teeth into one of his ribs.
Sans couldn't scream. He couldn't make a sound.
He saw his own blood.
Something snapped.
The next moments passed by in a blur. All he remembered was snarling, snapping, yelping, and the taste of blood.
Then he was standing over a sea of dogs. None of them moved. The only movement was the flow of blood.
He looked down. His clothes were torn and stained red.
Sans blinked and realized what just happened.
"O-oh my god… what did I do?"
…
Sans shot up, panting.
Great. Nightmare.
It happened often. He was afraid of something like this happening after he killed Uno. It was inadvertent, really.
Sans forced himself to calm down and looked over at the clock. 2:34 AM.
Not too long.
He sighed and wiped sweat from his skull. His body was still quivering and shuddering. He could still feel the cold fingers of magic creeping through his bones, holding tight.
He noticed a warmth to his right. He looked down, arms pulling up instinctively.
Frisk.
She must've rolled over. Now she was right up against him, still sound asleep. Her good ear and her tail were twitching softly in her sleep.
"Shit. Hey, Frisky." Sans tried to wake her up with a light shake.
Nope.
A poke.
Nope.
"Frisk?"
Nope.
Maybe he had to be a little rougher?
No.
He didn't want to wake her up… she was actually kind of cute with her twitching (she did it all the time) but she was invading his personal space.
Well, they had both been doing a lot of that recently, hadn't they.
Sans looked away, feeling his cheekbones burn.
Was he really… growing that soft for a human?
He could NOT believe he was LOVING it.
She was a human. Not to mention he was far to lazy for that kind of shit. Relationships were confusing, and a lot of work. He could just imagine it now, Frisk sitting on top of a throne as he scrambled to provide her every whim so as to not get his head bitten off. That's how relationships worked, right?
Okay, maybe not.
Sans sighed and gave her a playful pat.
"Like I said, you are one damn handful. Did you fall down here just to torture me, huh?"
Sans mused it over before laying back down again. He moved very slightly to the side, not too much as to disturb Frisk.
He could just fall asleep and wake up before anyone else and move. That would work.
Sans closed his eyes.
Yeah…
Something collided with him.
What now?
Frisk had moved over again.
Now she was right up against his rib cage.
Sans face-palmed.
"Frisk, why?"
He couldn't move her now.
Shit.
Whatever.
Sans just closed his eyes again.
He never thought he would enjoy the closeness of someone else.
AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW THE SHIPPIES XD
It's official. Sansy likes Frisky. He won't admit it. Cause he's a stubborn butt
Comycat~