I feel proud. I was trying to make sure all my chapters had a minimum of 3,000 words. It could just be the last two chapters but now i'm hitting a minimum of 5,000 without trying. Maybe i"m just under a lot of stress though...
By the way if it wasn't obvious i was inspired originally by this song: watch?v=TrCWc5G7H9g
It's also what I titled the story. I know it for a different game but still.
Annette's P.O.V
"What the hell did I say about touching me bone boy?" Sans was slowly sitting up next to the fender of his friends car. His hand coming to brace his skull keeping his eyes on you, debating something in his head. Bratty seemed to looked relived seeing Sans sit up coming to stand near him.
Oh fuck...
A throbbing pain was felt on your face and half of your body. You went to touch your side but pulled back feeling a stinging throb.
"Thanks gods, Annette's looks as this' mess." Shawn held his arms in a sweeping motion looking at the area around him. Besides Sans and your self there were two unconscious overall wearing rednecks on the ground. You didn't recognize them or even remember where they came from. As a matter of fact you couldn't remember a lot of anything after getting off the hood of the car. Fuzzy pieces of memory of the red necks came to your mind. They had come to help you get rid of the monsters, but you stood up to them. You can't remember why you did just that it felt like the right thing to do at the time.
Looking at the men and there beaten forms you knew that this was your handiwork, no body ever made a situation messier than you did. A part of you should be used to it by now, but normally the guy got what was coming to him and you felt no guilt about it. This time you were feeling a bit guilty but couldn't figure out why.
You lay back on the ground feeling the gravel under your skin. It was cool to the touch and of course rocky but the little stings from the pebbles felt oddly comforting to you in that moment.
"Shit..." You didn't want to know what happened the evidence already spelling out most of it for you. The pain in your face and rib cage a consistent reminder that you fuck up...again. You blacked out, beat the shit out of anyone that touched you and probably hurt the people that tried to help you too.
You looked over to Shawn to inspect the damage but he didn't really look that bad. Tired, sweaty and suffering from some sort of office induced stress he seemed fine.
Why was he fine?
Something near your hand that didn't feel like rock got your attention. It felt smooth to the touch and rounded into a pipe of sorts. Picking it up you brought it to your face. You recognized this needle, your glucagon injection. Shawn wasn't near you when you woke up.
That fucking creepy ass skeleton was.
The realization of what happened began to dawn on you. "Shawn! What happened?" Your voice sounded panicky to you and you only hoped the monsters didn't hear it.
"Yous uh...Black's outs."
"Yeah, I got that. But what did I do?"
"Uummmm, laters..." Shawn looked nervously away from you but you caught his eyes drift back past you to where the two monsters were standing. Your eyes drifted to a confused looking Bratty kneeling near a very unnatural smiling skeleton sitting against the broken backside of the her car. You didn't like the way Sans was looking at you. If you were a normal person you wouldn't have liked it before but this smile was different. His smile spelled out something mischievous and dark. There was something else too, something you couldn't put your finger on. A part of your brain you kept looked up behind a closed door was suddenly scratching at it. Something alarmingly familiar to you...
"What the hell are you so happy for?" The question was meant to be redundant but the skeleton smiled more standing up and took a step towards you. You wanted to roll away from that piercing eye light of his and his hellish smile but the second you moved your ribs pulsed and pain shot into your left side.
Sans knelt next to you staring at you like a curious animal. Casually he held out his hand as if he was going to point to something when without warning he jammed his index bone into the sore spot on your rib cage. You instantly screamed at the sharp and pointed contact before your legs went out to kick him. Your legs couldn't reach him to do any real damage but he moved away when your foot almost came in contact with his skull.
"Heh, made me worry there sweetheart. I thought you stopped kicking there."
"Go screw your self Bone boy I have more important issues to deal with." With that you struggled to get up. Sans kept holding out a hand to help you but you kept swatting it away. After swatting his hand away for the fifth time you managed to to roll on to your knees and stand by your self. You successfully smacked Sans with a dull thwack on his arm when he tried to help you stand to your feet. Sans looked a mixture of disappointment and anger. He seemed to cover it with a smile quickly when he noticed your questioning stare.
You noticed despite the smile he had a clenched fist and dark aura about him. An aura you were well familiar with... Anger.
This guy has some serious problems. One moment he's trying to get you in his car to God knows where, and now...You wern't even sure what his intentions were anymore. You knew the look from somewhere and yet your mind wouldn't let actually know what it was. It was like walking in the dark of someplace you knew very well but then a wall appears out of no where. The wall dosn't go there and yet, its there. You have no tools to tear it down but your own nails.
Once you were up you stumbled over to Shawn trying to shoo Sans away from you with every step. Something hard gripped your wrist and pulled you back. Quickly you turned to see Sans grinning face of triumph, his phalanges wrapped at your wrist. You yanked it hard and away from him causing him to stumble a little.
This was getting stupid, fast.
Sans recovered from his stumble his eye sockets narrowed and went to grip your hand again. Predicting his move ahead of time you slapped the appendage away again. His eye socket widened before meeting your own glare.
You put your hands on your hips in your best stubborn pose you could muster. "Do I have to warn you, twice?"
"Heh, s'maybe." It was hard to tell since he only had one eye clearly visible but you swear you thought he winked at you. His smirk became more playful than mischievous and it threw you off. You were expecting more retaliation at best not...what ever the hell that didn't like it. It gave you a tingle up your spine and you felt your whole body tense. You understood what he was doing.
No.
No way.
NO NO NO NONONONO-
"No." Getting hit on by a human guy was one thing but a monster skeleton...what the fuck.
"No? Sweetheart you make it sound like you-"
"Fuck no. I don't know what your thinking. I don't know what your planning, but I want no part in it. Period." You shuffled backwards towards Shawn careful not to trip as you did so. Sans shadowed you fully, no longer trying to grab at you.
Shawn was too busy staring at the rednecks on the ground scratching his stubble deep in thought. He wasn't even looking at you too busy trying to figure out what to do in the situation. At least most people probably couldn't see from the highway with three cars there blocking the view. One would have sent a police car by now if they had.
"Shawn..." You were feeling frantic. Shawn wasn't talking as much as he should and Sans wasn't backing away more than three feet from you.
"I's..." Shawn sighed and pulled his own hair a little in frustration. When he managed to move his hands he didn't hold a bright tone at all. You only seen this expression once from him and the last time it almost went really bad for you.
"Shawn...tell me." Your voice barely above a whisper.
"It's bad's, Annette's." He replied in his own hushed tone.
"I see. I'm guessing high chance of jail time and no parole?"
Sans shuffled to stand between you and Shawn intent on not missing the conversation and making sure the didn't move closer to him. His eye light looking at Shawn like roadkill that just ruined his favorite car.
"Annette's..." Shawn seemed wary of the skeleton but made no move to back away.
You never really had a good poker face when you worried. Your were honestly scared now. The only reason you didn't go to jail last time was because it was in self defense. If you go to jail now there would be too many people touching you and your anger surrounded by people that you hated more than regular people. You would truly become a murder. Your brother may never forgive you.
"Think Victor will forgive me?" He probably would for being sent to jail, maybe not for what happens inside it. You wanted to hear it allowed from somebody in any case. Sans drew in s sharp breath compelling you to look at him, you didn't know he even needed to breath.
He noticed you looking at him and tried to hide his reaction behind his creepy smile again. You kept staring at him trying to figure out why he was being extra weird.
"Heh, So... yer gonna be in trouble with the law? We can...always help ya know..." Sans smile seemed to twist in a odd upward angle. His eye-light flashed for a moment and then grew larger. You weren't sure what he was referring too but assumed the latter.
"Your not eating them."
"S'never said anything about eating them..."
"Never said anything about eating us either, and yet..." You point a finger at Bratty inching closer to one of the unconscious men on the ground as she wipes some drool from her mouth, staring at the men. She notices the three of you staring at her and gives you a guilty smile before backing towards her car.
"Heh, Not anymore."
"Whats, yous was gonnas eats us?" Shawn gave Sans a baffled and terrified look.
"Eh, mostly you." Sans leaned towards Shawn looking him up and down, sizing him up. "EHS, What?" Shawn leaned away from him and started trying to make his way to you. You weren't sure if he was worried for you of if he thought you would somehow protect him from Sans horrific nature. You past Sans by his side and moved closer to Shawn who immediately took position behind your back. Yep, you were body guarding. Shawn stayed unusual close to you and it was making you uncomfortable but he knew better than to actually touch you unlike a certain skeleton who was now unmistakably giving Shawn the most terrifying evil eye imaginable.
"No eating anybody. I'm pretty sure the government wouldn't appreciate you eating it's citizens... Your victims wouldn't appreciate getting eaten either I'm sure." You weren't even sure why you were explaining this to them. They were suppose to have stopped eating people since coming to the surface. Clearly they hadn't eaten the child from the newspaper so they were practicing some sort of restraint. The look he had on his face earlier when he was trying to lure you into the car however was a look you knew well. Brattys had been more of a hunger but Sans reminded you... of you. When the world fucks you over to hard and you can't quite put the pieces back where they belong. That was Sans look. He has done terrible things he regrets but also things that are terrible and doesn't regret. He was a lot like you in that sense.
A sharp sting in your ribs made you hiss in pain and remember you had more important things to deal with right now. Your whole body hurt and all you wanted now was to go home and sleep. A whiff of yourself being in the sun and having an extreme hot flash changed your mind. Go home. SHOWER. Then go to bed.
Something grabbed your hand.
God dam skeleton. You swatted his hand away his smile faltering and his fingers clenched. He took a breath and his smile was back but didn't reach his eyes. He stuffed both hands in his pockets accepting you refusal to hold hands. He seemed rather calm about it. There was a bitter taste in the back of your mouth and a feeling of dread you couldn't get rid of.
"Heh, not to beat a dead body or anything but, you want help or not?" Sans looked at you casually. He was up to something you knew it.
"Shawn, I'm open to suggestions that doesn't involve bone boy here." You were getting nervous now, Sans eye light never leaving you even as you tried to get a look at Shawn behind you. "I's g-gots n-nothings. Cepts calls police's...with no's phones..." He was too shaken up by Sans presence now to think straight. You were honestly surprised he had manged to even hand Sans your medicine to give you the way he was now.
"So...I just saw the best up sexy ever."
That was random...
"Wait,..what is up se- OH NO, HOLY SHIT, NO." You felt your face burn your bruised cheek already sore went completely numb. You can't believe you almost fell for that.
ShitShitShitShitShit,Shit he was cleaver. You needed to get out of here before-
Shawn was chuckling behind you. "I can'ts believes-" He had to stop to actually laugh this time. Sans seemed to relax now that someone was laughing at his joke. You wished you were anger, but really you were just stunned and highly embarrassed.
"Annette's yous-" Laughing again, spit it out already Shawn. "-ugh, he's funny's."
"...yea. Hilarious. Please can this day just end." You felt betrayed a bit. You also were really beginning to feel the effects of your day. You began trying to rub the sleep away from your eyes but they only watered more from the dirt and gravel you had on them. When you opened your eyes again you were staring at a small blue shiny ball being held out by a skeletal hand.
"Okay... nice rock?" You didn't know what he had in his hand but he pushed it further to you.
"Look, I don't want your pebble." Sans only snorted at you. "Look while i'm sure you could rock it, this isn't a rock. S'monster candy."
A monster was offering you candy...did he not realize how funny that actually was? Or how equally horrible that could be. You had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep your self from smiling from that. He noticed you restraint with your smile and he stared at your mouth from it. His head was tilted a little, did he really not see how funny it was?
"You know usually people offer candy then try to lure them into there car. Not the other way around, buddy." Sans blinked at you but slowly a giant smile cracked out over his face.
"Heh, Ill have to keep that in mind Sweetheart. Right now though, you really should eat this." For a moment you thought you could get along with him but with him trying to force candy on you...
"Yea, no. Plus you know i'm Diabetic, don't know the carb level in that...and stuff." It wasn't entirely a lie. You really didn't know what kind of side effects that thing could have on you. Not just your blood sugar levels.
"Die-what?"
"Diabetics, types ones." Shawn chirped up happy to be talking about something he actually understood to a degree. Sans only gave him a confused look.
"Its uhs... medicals conditions." Shawn seemed panicked again from drawing the skeletons attention back to him.
"Ugh, Look uh, my pancreas doesn't work right...or at all really...main point i have to watch what i eat, a lot."
"Heh, you don't' need to be on a diet sweetheart."
"It's not a diet. My uh... look somethings for me just don't work the way there suppose too alright. I literally have to take needles everyday..." You let out a sigh. "..and the rest of my life. Okay?"
Sans red eye light went out. You found yourself staring into an empty skull still holding on to the piece of candy but no longer moving. You wondered if he could see like that and cautiously waved you hand in front of his eye sockets. As soon as your hand passed his socket the red light was back. You pulled your hand away quickly worried he might try to take it again. He blinked and looked from you back to the candy in his hand.
"It's monster candy. Made of magic, no carbs." He pinched the candy in his hand and held it out to you. You weren't sure why but you felt like you somehow disappointed him. Normally you'd wouldn't' feel bad considering what a jerk he was to you but right now... You held your hand out to take the candy and you heard Shawn gasp from behind you. He was probably surprised you were accepting candy from a stranger. You were surprised too.
He placed the candy in the middle of your palm. "Monster candy has healing properties, should...fix your wounds." The monster who was going to try to eat you is trying to heal you. That's just weird. He wasn't the type to try and poison you, besides he clearly had more fun tormenting you... You stared at the candy in your hand. While Sans had given you plenty of reason not to trust him you couldn't think of a reason to not eat the candy.
You popped it in your mouth.
In defiance of how it looked the candy felt you had taken pop rocks and soda to your mouth. You were about to spit it out when the candy disappeared. It left behind a strange fuzzy fizzy feeling in your mouth . The fuzzy feeling began to travel to your cheek and ribcage settling over your wounds. The bruises tingled but didn't hurt as the fuzzy feeling began to disappeared along with the pain.
You brought your hand up and brushed your cheek. The pain was gone like nothing had happened. You went to pike your ribs next and felt nothing out of the ordinary. Sans smile was back on his face his red eye watching you as you examined your self before meeting your eyes. He smiled wider when he pulled out two more from his pocket between his fingers.
"Heh, so uh Ill trade you the rest of the candy."
"What for?"
You suddenly heard a bang and all three of you turned to Bratty attempting to shove one of the unconscious men into the bad of her car.
"Bratty!" Bratty looked to Sans when she heard her name and sheepishly she dropped the man with a thunk to the ground. Sans smacked him self in disbelief of his companion. You had forgotten about Bratty and the red necks ever since did the joke where you almost called him sexy.
Sexy
It seemed like a really strange word to you. Especially if you tried to apply it to a skeleton.
"Oh, sweetheart. Did you forget about me?" Sans was leaning into you now. You threw your fist at him but he dodged to your left.
"Stop doing that." For a skeleton with no ass he most certainly was making one of himself.
"Heh, sorry. You weren't really paying attention Sweetheart. Now, I got two candies so you have to trade me two things in return." You weren't sure about this. Trade with him was going to be like pulling teeth.
"What do you want bone boy? An arm and a leg, or maybe just both legs so I can't run."
"Heh, Sweetheart I'm not worried about you running." He started to pull on his eye socket and yank it towards himself. "What I want's isn't that expensive actually. For you, it might come in candy."
"First off, that was a terrible pun. Secondly, i really doubt it will. Third, just get on with it already."
"Fine." Sans smile faltered and he gripped the candy a little tighter. "I want a kiss."
"Fine." Sans face went to shock and you almost lost your composure. He never said it had to be you. You were gonna loop hole your way out of this if you can mange it. You couldn't get Shawn to pucker up to the skeleton so one of the rednecks would have to do.
As you waited for Sans to make his second demand you noticed a red tinge covering his cheek bones. You didn't want to question his ability to blush because he probably had a lot of other stuff that couldn't be explained any other way besides, magic. He looked kinda cute like this... You felt your own cheeks heat up a little and hoped no body noticed. Sans looked like he was holding back a smirk.
"Heh, I wanna date." You glared at him then. What was a good loop hole for this one? There was some sort of fruit known as a date but you didn't have any on you. Could you convince Shawn to do it? Probably not, Sans might kill him anyway.
"Er, no." Sans blush was gone and he was returning your glare ten-fold.
"So your okay with being a jail-bird sweetheart?"
"Might be safer in there than out here." You looked over at Bratty who had finally chosen to resign herself in the car and wait for what ever decision was going to be made.
"Annette's... Vic'tors woulds nots bes happys. Thinks."
"Well I can't give him a date. We don't have any fruit to speak of. Remember you ended the grocery shopping early." Your sentence clipped off in a harsher tone making Shawn flinch a little. Sans gave a confused look however.
"Heh, not talking about fruit Sweetheart."
"Well I don't think Shawn going out with you." Should have kept your mouth shut you could see the gears turning in Sans head.
"Heh, did you think I wanted a kiss from him too?" Your face started blushing again but you kept your mouth shut. Sans was figuring out what you were up too.
Your loop holes were disappearing.
"Maybes we shoulds makes somes rules?" You weren't sure if Shawn was helping or not but reluctantly you agreed. You couldn't see another way out of this. You didn't want to disappoint your brother by being in jail. He would have to come for visits and end up hearing how you beat the shit out of someone in the shower cause you dropped the soap.
Sans seemed to be eyeing Shawn more calmly than before and nodded in agreement.
"Sos firsts offs bes more specifics...?" Shawn shrugged trying to be helpful.
"Heh, kiss then. On the lips. From Annette."
"Try on the cheek bone boy and I don't beat the crap out of you."
"With tongue." Asshole
"Shawn how long would i be in jail for?" Jail time was looking better. Maybe your brother would be upset at you for being in jail and beating people up and maybe you didn't have to tell him about the people you beat up. He would forgive you then right?
"uhs, longs times... twenty's, thirty's years..." Shawn was looking at the hillbilly's measuring the time in his head.
"Heh, fine. On the cheek then." You could feel your blush on your face still. This was embarrassing to you even on the cheek.
"Heh, then a date." Sans gave you a finger gun. "Not the fruit sweetheart."
"That's not gonna happen."
"Buts Annette's-"
"No, not even an option. Remember what happened when the last guy that tried? Ill end up in jail either way." It was true the reason you had beaten those guys was because they were trying to pick you up. Then when they didn't take no as an answer and tried to get physical with you... There faces will never look the same.
"Makes rules Annette's. Victors wills kills me's ifs yous goes to jails." There would be a lot of rules you'd want to make but you didn't think the skeleton would agree to them.
"Heh, no touching right Sweetheart?" This was a little unexpected you didn't think he would be the first to make a rule that benefited you.
"At all?" You needed to confirm it.
"Yep." His smile stayed in place not effected in the slightest by your scrutinizing look.
Him not touching you would take care of most of your problems. Still not touching for a date. He had to have an ulterior motive.
"No one else is touching me either, right?"
Sans eye sockets went dark again. "NO ONE." His tone sounded dark and possessive. It sent that same feeling down your backside. Sans seemed to have noticed a shiver from you and his red eye light was back.
"Heh, Am I giving you spine-tingling chills?" The chill was gone. He had to make a pun.
"How about no puns."
"No can do. It's in my bones."
"Stop. Just stop." He snickered clearly amused by your irritation.
"You like my puns. I can tell your fibula. Don't worry, Ulna't tell anybody." Son of a bitch. How is he doing that? You couldn't say anything, you couldn't thing of anything to say to him. Shawn was the one snicking behind you again. You turned your stare to him and caught in the act looked away from you and went quite.
"I think...I'm going to be sick."
"Heh,You sure? I bet you have the stomach for it." You were not joking though. That sugar shot from before had rebounded into your system. Your blood sugar was going high. Shawn moved closer to Sans trying to get a better look at you.
"Annett-"
"I'm fine Shawn. Just a little rebound." You put your hand to your mouth feeling a little nauseated. You weren't about to take a needle in front of the skeleton. You just needed to get to terms with your deal, go home, take medicine, shower and go to bed.
Shawn and you shared a look and you understood. You could see Sans was feeling uncomfortable about the silent communication between you two. You didn't really care right now and couldn't summon the sympathy for the skeleton.
You sighed still covering your mouth. This was taking too long. "Fine, Deal. One date." You needed to end it sooner rather than later.
"Deal." Sans stayed holding out his hand for you to shake. You rolled your eyes at him and stepped aside. You nodded for Shawn to do the honers instead.
"Err.." He nervously started to hold out his hand before Sans shook his head and put it back in his pocket.
"Guess Ill just have to take your word for it Sweetheart." Sans shrugged his shoulders and gave you a look that you swore looked like hurt. "Yer, uh gonna have to give me a phone number so I can plan the date." The only number you had was the house number. You felt sicker knowing you were gonna have to give it to him. At least he wasn't asking for your house address yet anyway.
"Fine." The heat from the sun was making you dizzier and you gave Shawn a look again. His face contorted with worry. Sans looked at Shawn reading his face he understood there was something wrong from watching you two exchange looks.
"Lets hurry this up, Shawn if you could-"
"I knows. Its mys jobs anyways." You nodded to him and went to go sit in his car. You heard Shawn, although nervous, give Sans your house number. Sans stared at you worried and uncertain. He seemed to accept being near Shawn instead of you. They had work to do now anyway.
You sat in the passenger seat wondering how Shawn was gonna drive home with no gas and a hole in line. You needed your medicine right now though. You pulled your purse closer and fumbled with a needle and opening a new bottle of insulin from the pharmacy. You had to hold the needle up to the light to see what you were drawing out. Looking through the bottle you could still see Sans watching. A mild fascination on his face mixed with worry. After drawing the needle you put the bottle back and watched Sans from the car. He must have given Shawn the Monster Candy as he was bending over the rednecks heads trying to get there mouths open. San just kept staring at you.
You pulled your shirt up a little making sure Sans wasn't moving from his spot. Your stomach had small lumps over it from where you had to take the needles. The same lumps where hidden on your thighs and arms.
They were so ugly to look at.
Grotesque.
You had scars but you didn't find them ugly like you did the lumps. You looked up one more time to check on Sans. Sure enough Sans was still in the same spot but he was no longer looking at you but Shawn. That familiar look on his face like he was observing a cow, not yet ready for the slaughter, eating grass. You didn't think he would kill Shawn anytime soon but probably got kicks out of scaring the guy.
You looked back to your stomach and inserted the needle. It would take about fifteen minutes before you went back out there to help them.
As Shawn was getting the rednecks to eat the candy you noticed his mouth moving. He was clearly talking, but Sans mouth didn't need to move to talk. You couldn't read lips anyway but it was a little funny to you. Sans wasn't moving a lot except to occasional turn in your direction. You felt his eye light looking at you threw the window of the car. His smile giddy one moment then frowning as his attention was drawn back to Shawn. As the insulin was bringing your blood sugar down you wondered what you had just agreed too. You wonder what there conversation was about but the car seat was more comfortable than the ground outside and now that the sun wasn't beaming down on you you instinct to stay awake was being pulled from you.
With kid gloves on you began to fall asleep. Sans red eye light being the last thing you saw as you closed your eyes.
The red eye light following you into your dreams.