Okay lets see here:
1. I'm really bad at puns, had to do research
2. Type one diabetes is a real thing, DO NOT MISTAKEN IT FOR TYPE 2. Bigger difference than you think.
3. I felt the last chapter was too short so i made this one longer
4. I had to do research on the southern accent. Im sorry if it's not 100% accurate. Than again i don't even know whats shawns accent is...?
5. Next chapter will probably be done in Sans p.o.v- honestly scared, not good at puns.
6. I re wrote this chapter like 5 times to get the feeling i wanted across...unfortunately i still feel it likes what i was trying to send...
You had wracked your brain trying to not think about the skeleton. You had left finger nail marks on your scalp from it. On top of that you kept looking at the gas line damage. You had a hard time imagining someone using a pair of scissors or even shears to cut this. A knife maybe but unless it wasn't taken care of the knife seemed to have had trouble getting threw the thick hose. How long had they been in the store that someone had time to so this. It didn't seem very long. You could only come up with two conclusions. This first being someone was stalking you or Shawn. Which even if they were how would they know he would stop at this gas station? They wouldn't. He rarely even went to that one because of the gas prices but he had been so upset he probably hadn't even thought about it at the time. Stalkers usually ambushed you at places you go to frequently due to it being predictable. So chances were low.
The other conclusion was a practical joke gone wrong. Seemed more likely considering the evidence now but...How was it done?
You just coudn't figure out how someone could unlatch, his locked car.
You checked, it was always locked.
It didn't make sense...
At this point you had given up trying to find out. No point in using brain power if it didn't matter. Besides you were tired after being stuck in the car with Shawn. Not to mention chasing down a thief and meeting Sans.
You opted to rest in the car with the window rolled down.
You wanted to sleep but couldn't bring yourself to do so. You ended up eating one of the muffins and scavenging threw your purse. Your meds were in there but your hadn't checked on your other belongings yet. You hoped the picture of your brother and you was okay. It was already a pretty old photograph as it was. You found it on the bottom of your purse. No tears but there was now a bent mark in the corner of the photo. There on the photo was a younger version of you probably seven years of age holding a small toddler in your lap on a dusty looking porch with the sun shining down your smiling faces. It was a picture from a good memory. One were you went to spend the week at your Aunt's house, now your house. You stroked the photo lovingly before stuffing it back in your purse.
Looking up you could see Shawn talking to someone in a beat up red pickup truck. The trucks back was filled with what seemed to be scrap metal. Don't go with him Shawn you thought to yourself. Pickups are for ax murders.
Your mind wasn't really processing things as they normally would. Your entire morning was more tiring to you than it had been the entire week. You were just feeling the drowsy sleepy haze of the sun beating down on you and the genital breeze from the highway was lulling you to sleep. You stared at the truck a little longer before dozing off and drifting into a peaceful sleep.
Your dream was filled with nothing but darkness. Until you heard a scream.
You awoke blinded by the sunlight coming threw the car window. You knew where the door handle should be and opened it scooting out of the seat and into the grass. You were still couldn't make out a lot due to light hitting you but you could make Shawn out laying on the ground. He was sitting up , but leaning way back wards away from something you couldn't quite make out. You lifted your hand to shield yourself from the sun. Your eyes adjusted and yet you still couldn't believe who or what was standing there.
"Hey there Sweetheart. Nice to see you in one piece." His eye sockets actually widened from seeing you.
That dam Skeleton and this time he stood next to an enormous crocodile standing on its hind legs. It's rough skin a sickly pale black with teeth that made you think of nails sharpened into finer points. The claws on it could have easily slashed a car tire if they wanted too. The thing that really made it stand out was the red lipstick and purple eye shadow.
You looked at Shawn besides being on the ground you couldn't make out any gaping slash wounds on his chest. He seemed unharmed but, paralyzed.
The crocodile woman noticed you standing there and her smile seemed to press back to her skin reveling more of her twisted sharp teeth as if it were even possible.
Her voice however...not what you expected.
"Hi, I'm like Bratty, this is like Catty, and this is Um, oh yeah Sans. The octave was much higher than you expected from someone so gruff looking.
You were also mildly confused maybe it was just cause you woke up but you could only see two monsters standing there. Didn't she mention another one?
"This is like SO exciting. Catty look'si real humans." The crocodile seemed to be leaning to her left when she spoke but all you could see was gravel cement and the occasional car passing by.
"Heh, sorry bout her. A lot of us, ain't so right in the head anymore. " His grin was at you but your pretty sure he was referring to the Crocodile next to him. His right arm went up and pulled at his empty eye socket while the one with the red pupil eyed you up and down.
"What do you want?" The words just fell out of your mouth before you were even thinking. Really you were just hoping to get Shawn away from the Crocodile woman. She seemed to be keeping her eyes on him but would look back to you when you spoke.
"Not much Sweet Heart, just thought we'd help out. Saw you guys out here and thought to...lend a hand. Ya'know, friendly stuff." His smiled stayed as he wiggled his fingers at you in a greeting gesture. His smile however was giving you the feeling he wasn't really here to say hi. He noticed you staring and and gestured behind him.
You hadn't even noticed the beat up rusty slug bug behind him and Bratty. The car hadn't seen a good day since before your grandmother was born. The entire thing was rusty and looked ready to fall to pieces if you touched it. You weren't even sure how they had managed to get it running.
Shawn had slowly managed to stand up and creep over to you. His movement had both Sans and Bratty watching him. Bratty kept her eyes on him as he did so, but hadn't made a move. Her eyes kept drifting to you to Sans and back to Shawn. Shawn wasn't sure how to take in this change of events and stood shaking a little next to you. You took a quit\ck glance at the skeleton who stood there with the same creepy smile as before. His smile always seemed to draw you in.
You had said it before, your not racist but the way he looked at you...
"Why are you out here? The city's in the other direction and so is your refugee camp." bratty eyes kept drawing your attention they constantly shifted like she wasn't sure where she was suppose to look and now she was fidgeting with her claws. You couldn't help but stare at the claws, they curved in at an angle that made you wonder just how strong they actually were.
"Heh, We got turned around huh, Bratty?"
"Like Totally!" Bratty nervous look disappeared at the mention of her name. A now very Crocodile like smile on her face. She than began to giggle and cover her mouth as if she could hide her new found amusement.
You didn't like the way the two looked at each other as if hiding some sort of secret between them.
"Hmm, We'll there's a curve in the road just up at the intersection you can use to turn around at. Ya'know, legally." His smile faltered and his eyes narrowed at your mocking tone.
"Hey, now no need to get at Cross Roads." God dam his puns.
"Looks, We's don'ts wants nos troubles." Shawn held his hands up in a nervous manner of surrender.
"No worry's pal, Well just drive you home, maybe...chew the fat a little." He tugged on his eye socket his voice dropped into a dark tone. For a moment he seemed to open his mouth and you thought you saw something red move in the darkness. A tongue maybe?
Bratty was moving over to the car door and opening the passenger side to allow access to the back of her vehicle. She stood by the door and gestured for you and Shawn to get in. Her face lost the nervous smile she had on before, her eyes now seemed to pop out at you, like they were laughing at your dilemma even.
They wanted you to get into the back of that car.
That car.
If the car wasn't already screaming death trap the happy smile on the croc woman and the skeleton approaching you were. "Annette." Shawn whispered to you clearly afraid. He looked ready to grab you and run. You don't know a lot about these particular monsters but you did know monsters more than Shawn did. Don't run they will always catch you.
As Sans was approaching you could feel a sense of excitement coming off of him. You weren't gonna play into this game. You took a few steps forward. His eye sockets went wide again at you as if he couldn't believe you were approaching him. His smile wavered and his red eye socket went dark again. Even Bratty lost her excited look unsure of what was happening.
"We are not getting in the car." You stood directly in front of Sans now. His own hands twitched not sure if he should grab you or not. You leaned in close without touching him. In a voice that was low and calm you turned to where his ear would be if he had one: "Ya know, there were monsters on the surface before you guys came up from underground. I wonder, in a fight between you...and them which. would. win." You pulled away from the skeleton and he stood there frozen, unsure.
You stepped back to Shawn's car. If you didn't run he wouldn't get to chase you away from the highway, there were too many witness there. If Sand had managed to scare you into the woods behind you, you would deserve to get hunted down.
Shawn hadn't moved from his spot and kept glancing to the woods behind him. He was nervous and wanted to run you know he did. Lucky for him you were there, other wise he may have already taken off already. You ignored him and turned to his car grabbing the car hood and closing it shut so you couldn't see all the wires and the ripped gas line. Unceremoniously you plopped down on the hood and leaned back so you could relax on the window.
Sans red eye light came back. He was looking you over again as if he was re-analyzing something, his smile barely there. You in turn giving him a mocking look back seemed to darken the shadows around him. You needed to be careful. If you pushed too much he would only follow you further into a game of cat and mouse you didn't want to take part in.
"What's wrong Sans? Crocodile got your tongue? Or maybe you just don't actually have one?" Why were you so stupid at times like this.
He seemed taken back. You wern't running and you were letting him know it. You wern't gonna play mouse in his game.
Shawn seemed to relax a little and joined you near the car. His face was pale and eyes were cast downwards. His hands visible trembling as he touched his car hood. He was looking for comfort but you wern't gonna be the one to give it to him.
"Heh, your a smart one anitcha." You could hear him hold the anger out of his voice. While his smile was back it seemed forced and angry. Bratty still stood by the open car door the nervous look back on as she seemed to chew on a nail from the side of her jaw. Her tail curved in around her.
"hee hee, nope. Not smart, just...experienced." You gave a more gentle smile this time easing back from your more opened and relaxed one. You made sure you kept your eyes locked on him. You didn't want him thinking you were lowering your guard.
"Too's much experiences." Shawn grumbled next to you. Bratty didn't seem to notice but Sans flickered his pupil at Shawn drinking him in as well. Sans began to tap on his lower jaw this time his eyes not leaving Shawn. Shawn didn't seem to notice but you did so you made sure to block Sans view. His eyes registered back to you and his smile came back like the last two minutes didn't even happen. Stupid of you, he knew a weakness now. You let out a breath you didn't even realize you were holding. Shawn was a coward and perfect material for bulling, he's why you have so much fun picking on him. You throw in a possible homicidal Skeleton and a crocodile though...he'd be a perfect victim instead and one that could possible drag you down six feet under with him. If you let him.
You didn't honestly think you could take Sans, not by your self at least. Shawn would be as about much use as a tooth pick in a sword fight. Maybe you could stab his red eye out with a windshield wiper but, then you still have the crocodile woman to handle. Windshield wiper wasn't gonna get threw her skin and she was too tall to reach her eyes. Ram her mouth with a tree branch but then you would be taking a risk and going into the woods or maybe you-
SSSCCRREEEAAACCCHHHHHH!
Suddenly a red pick up, that looked very familiar pulled up behind the rusty slug bug.
"Hey howdy, looks like you folks could use a little help there's." A large burly in a pair of overalls stepped out of the truck. His double chins screamed that he dosn't do vegetables ever. His hat 'Fuck Duck, Eat Buck' written on it was telling you he either had no brains or simply lacked etiquette in general.
"Gimme that there doohickey. We has boogymans out ere ands purdy darlin' in trouble."
A man came out of the driver side. He was cleaner than the bigger man but his smile had more missing teeth than the comb you found on the road. He was carrying a shovel and a baseball bat which he held out for the man to choose. He was stuck with the baseball bat while the bigger man got the shovel.
You really hated Southerners with there creepy accent calling you darlin. You know you didn't look like a darlin, or a sweetheart for that matter. Sweetheart still sounded better to you than, darlin. It sounded so...dainty and cringe worthy whenever it came out of anyone's mouth. You did have to give them kudos from coming to the rescue though. No one else on the highway had even stopped some slowed down to see if there was gonna be action but most speed up once they saw the monsters there.
You looked over to Sans hoping to see his arrogant smile dim but, you were thrown off by what you actually saw. His smile hadn't just dimmed it was gone entirely. Beads of sweat graced his skull now and he was crouched down lower backing away to the Crocodile, Bratty. Well at least he'd get a taste of his own medicine.
"Thank goodness, thoughts yous guys weren't coming backs." Shawn had perked up immediately upon there arrival.
"We told ya to hold your horses, we cams back ani't that right Paul?"
"Sures did, Bucky. Aims to help out."
You wern't sure what they were talking about. There eyes remained on Sans and Bratty. Bratty was looking more nervous than before. Her tail curved all the way around her and she gripped her door like a shield leaving marks on it. Her head trying to hide behind the dirty glass of the car door her eyes far more sunken in than when you met her.
You looked away from them. Something about there expressions was pulling at you to help them. It hurt your head. You shouldn't help them, they were assholes to you. Then again they hadn't manged to actually do anything to you yet so why bother harming them. You looked back at Sans for a moment he was trying to inch back over to Bratty. He was gonna try and help her get in the car. He could have gotten in the car without her and taken off, leaving Bratty to her fate.
Your head hurt again. What he was doing was so familiar to you. All those times you spent in a alleyway with your brother. When you had to stand between him and the world while they tried to beat you down to get to him. When you had to do things you didn't want to do to protect him. When you had do what needed to be done to survive and save others that didn't deserve it.
Sans was doing just that now. Trying to help his friend.
To make matters worse you can feel your blood sugar dropping. You hadn't taken you medicine and you were glad you didn't other wise you'd be worse now. You had eaten that muffin from the gas station earlier though. You shouln't be low. After all the running you did today and adrenaline you rush you just had, must have burned the sugar from your system.
You could feel it now. Just under your skin, it felt like ants were marching there way over your arms and legs. The mandibles biting at you without causing pain a unnecessary uncomfortable tingling. You could feel it getting worse.
You looked back at Sans. He was surrounded by the Southerners now. He wouldn't be able to get to Bratty the way he was now. The skinny one had him backed up near the trunk and the larger one was near Bratty. She was trying to move around the car on the far side without getting hit by the traffic. It seemed hard for her size to get around.
You looked at your arms to see it physically shaking now. You didn't have much time. If you did this it would be now or never.
It wasn't worth it. It wasn't. It wasn't. It wasn't.
You watched Sans dodge the oncoming bat rolling into the dirt. Bratty though difficulty had managed to get into her car on the drivers side. The bigger man, Bucky, would of had the same trouble as Bratty with traffic and had decided not to go after her. Instead he turned around and went towards Sans.
Two against one wasn't fair though.
"Stop it!" You felt the rage on your tongue a bit of spit flying out and you felt a crack in your throat from forcing the wind out too hard. The men stopped advancing on Sans to look at you a look of confusion and rage on there faces.
"Your done here. So are they. There's no more need to fight. Let them go home." Your voice felt cold but steady. Your arms still felt trembling. A white haze began to form around your eyes. You were fighting your blood sugar at this point, couldn't black out now.
Especially since you felt so angry. That was always the worst time.
"Darlin, these guys frighten ya and we's aims to help ya out baby girl." You moved closer to the men and side stepped around the skinny male. So now you stood between Sans and the two men. Sans face looked so surprised you thought his lower jaw might pop off.
"Call me Darlin, one more time and i'm gonna shove that shovel up your nose." You practically smacked Sans in the face when he started snickering behind you. "No pun intended." You grumbled to him.
"Waits whats you doing Annette's?" Shawn was behind the two guys before you could blink. Never seen him move so fast.
"Two against one isn't a fair fight. You know that Shawn."
"Yes, buts hes a monsters. Theys don'ts fight fairs."
You looked at Shawn curiously. Why wasn't he helping you now? Normally he'd back you up. Unless...
The big one smiled to reveal not so white teeth. "Just skedaddle darlyn, and let big daddy take cares of everything. Sides darlyn, you got the heebie jeebees, you shaken all over the place."
You looked back at your hand sure enough your arms were shaken. You were only there on shear will power alone. That's why Shawn was trying to pull you out.
He never did like it when you got into a rage blackout.
You couldn't help but find it all funny and you chuckled a little. "Trust me Hill Billy, Go home. You'll have a lot less bruises."
"Paul, you hear what that hussy said?"
"She's probably one of them Monster fuckers."
"Nos, Nos shes nots. Justs lets her gos. Please." Poor Shawn he sounded too desperate.
You wern't gonna hold much longer. " Times almost up, I really suggest you go home."
"Good lord, she is a monster fucker."
"Teach her a lesson, Bucky!"
Then Bucky swung his Shovel.