I've been kinda stressed out lately. I had this Car accident last month and NO BODY, SERIOUSLY NO BODY has gotten back to me about what im getting out of it. Insurances suck. The old lady totaled my car and the only thing i have heard is that shes 100% responsible, the amount my car was worth and that's it. I tend to be stressed as it is already with 12 hour work shifts Monday threw Friday. Makes it hard to call anybody about it. Anyways that my rambling about sucky life situations.

Story notes are as follows.

I thought about making a chapter from Shawn p.o.v but...

1. Shawn's not as funny as my character, i think, so it would have been a... eeehhh chapter.

2. Shawn despite haveing bravery as a second trait is a crier...

3. I thought it would add more mystery to this chapter if literally no one knew what transpired between Shawn and Sans. Other than Sans scaring the shit out of him.

This chapter isn't as funny as the other chapters it takes a more serious tone to it. However it did allow me to actually start getting a little attached to Shawn as a character which i notice doesn't seem to happen like it should in a lot of stories. There people and there human(more or less) which means they have feelings and are going to make an impact on the characters. Whether you want them too or not.

question for the people who favored this: I labeled this story as horror but I feel it leans more towards comedy in a weird way. Should I change my label?

Dam

You couldn't believe you fell asleep. You opened your eye to Shawn humming a tune and...driving his car? You sat up in your seat, popping your back you relaxed into a more comfortable position.

"I had the weirdest dream."

Shawn looked at you both mildly curious and unusually nervous. "What?" Shawn had sweat on his brow his eyebrows pinching to the center of his forehead.

"Does Yours dreams has anys things tos does withs skeletons?"

...

"Why?"

It felt like all the noise in the world suddenly stopped. A slow dark chuckle behind you made you crane your neck slowly.

"Dreaming about me Sweetheart?" You forgot you were in the car and someone had put the seat belt on you. You automatically jumped forward but was yanked back by the seat belt.

Sans snorted in amusement by your carelessness.

"What the fuck is he doing here? Are you-have you lost your mind? Where are we even going?"

"T-takings yous homes."

"Like hell you are! I don't want him to know where I live!" You were yelling at him your nails digging into the seat beneath you. Shawn got a really nervous look on his face, one that screamed you were gonna knock his lights out and he knew it. You felt the car starting to slow down and green pine trees in the distance. The crackle of dirt and rock underneath the car tires alerting your sense to look around.

It was too late.

Only a few more feet and you'd be home.

In the driveway.

With Shawn and...Sans.

Your eyes went wide your heart nearly stopped as you saw the roof of the estate come into view. Even if you had Shawn turn around now you were sure Sans was memorizing whatever he could.

"I will never forgive you for this." You hissed to Shawn. The guilty look on his face couldn't even stab at how upset you were with him. First no groceries then he leads a possibly cannibalistic serial killer to your house...

"What the hell was going threw your brain?" Shawn flinched visible from you. Guilt completely written on his face but he stared at the road getting closer to your driveway.

"Heh, s'nots his fault I convinced him when you were asleep. S'ides I got a red tongue." You head snapped to Sans so fast even he jumped a little thinking you might have broken your neck from turning so fast.

"You. Shut. Up." You didn't know what you were gonna do about Sans now. Him learning where you lived changed everything. You could have skipped the date, or at least snuck out a window. Now he knew where you lived. Sneaking out a window or not showing up, he[d be right there in front of your door if you didn't show. Worse yet even if you went through the entire date he could still show up, even when you don't know about it. You could imagine him breaking a window and being all creepy just watching you sleep. If you were lucky Ghost would get the jump on him. Unless Sans decided Ghost would make a better snack...

You didn't want to think about it now.

You also didn't want to think what would happen if Sans didn't want to date you and changed his mind. His teeth didn't look sharp but you could still imagine him biting off someone's head with sheer force.

This couldn't be happening. Why would he even want to date someone of your size? He filled most of Shawn backseat and you barely covered his passenger side. Honestly you were malnourished enough as a child and your size never got the chance to catch up. You should be in a booster seat.

Even as you thought all this you were already in the driveway the familiar arch looming only a few feet ahead. 'Omnia mors aequat' never stood out so much to you as it had in your life. Your aunts translation in your rang in your head.

You heard a low whistle behind you and a skeletal hand grabbed your seat the hands finger tips closer to your eyes than you'd like. Sans leaned over close to your shoulder. "Nice place Sweetheart. A skeleton could really get laid to rest here."

You didn't miss Sans eye light staring at the iron archway. He didn't share weather he knew what it said or not but as you passed under it you felt a pull from him. His smile seemed darker as you passed the archway.

"I swear I will bury you in pieces if you don't stop." It didn't sound like a pun to you but for a moment you felt you had been really close. You wanted to scream loud enough to break your vocal cords. A slight tug at your hair possibly shattering the last of your sanity. Sans had twirled a lock of hair between his phalanges, stray strands getting caught in between where bone met bone. He was holding it up to his nose cavity and inhaling deeply.

Forget about watching you sleep he'd probably raid your pantie drawer.

You yanked your locks back from him a few strands caught in his fingers ripped leaving you with a light stinging on the head and a amused skeleton. You moved Shawn's rear-view mirror to an angle watching Sans as he began collecting the hair stuck to his bones. He brought it to his nose cavity, gave you a wink, and inhaled enough you could see the hair being pulled towards the hole in his face. You sneered and turned away while Sans knotted the hair and pocketed the strands.

Maybe you wouldn't have to worry about him sniffing you in your sleep, he clearly liked it more when you were awake.

The car came to a halt and Sans was automatically opening the car door. Once he was out he began reaching for yours.

A click noise filled the car. Your hand on the auto locks this time. Sans didn't look to pleased when he discovered he couldn't open the car door but you weren't even looking at him. You were looking at Shawn.

Shawn scrambled to reach for the locks and bolt out the car but it seemed you weren't the only one forgetting the seat belt. As you took off your seat belt Shawn was yanked back into his own seat by his. This was one of those rare times you didn't mind touching someone.

You grabbed his shirt and slammed him into his seat. You would've chocked him to death but you wanted answers. You placed a foot knee between his legs dangerously trying to avoid straddling him in the tight space his car wheel hitting your behind slightly. Even in this position Sans would be jealous. You hoped he was watching so you wouldn't have to kill Shawn, You could leave it to Sans later.

"Why?" Your shout held a screaming violence behind the word. You let your nails scrape the side of Shawn's necks sending terrified shivers down his spine.

"I's sorrys. I's knows it's wrongs, buts...he's...hims."

"Your trying to say what? That he's scary than me? Your suppose to take care of me remember? That's your job! Friends don't lead serial killers to there home Shawn!" You dug your nails into his neck leaving little marks on his neck.

"IM SORRYS! HES-" A shadow crosses over Shawn form. You both turn to look out his window to see Sans silhouette blocking the light from the evening sun, his red eye watching you both hard. His red eye smaller but not entirely blacked out like before was staring at Shawn. His silent threat not going unnoticed by either of you.

"He's gonnas kills mes. When's yous was sleepings he's mades its sures I's knows its." Shawn continued to stare at Sans as he spoke. You turned watching Shawn shiver below you. Shawn went stiff below you, frozen. You see the sweat trickle on his brow again, tiny shivers and goosebumps running on his neck where your hands are.

"What did he do?" You leaned in closer to whisper, your hair falling to block the view from the window even more.

You didn't want Sans to hear to hear the conversation.

"Remembers when's yous saids there's a's thief's who's takes yers purses?" Shawn's voice shook but did drip into a whisper like yours. His eyes still, unwavering, havn't left the skeleton.

"Shawn don't look at him. He gets a kick out of it, scaring you. Tell me, what the thief has to do with anything? Shawn, look at me."

Shawn turns to face you but his eyes stay locked to the window. Using one hand to hold Shawn down at the shoulder you use the other to block his line of sight. Shawn blinks at your hand but his pupils turn to look you in the eyes. His breathing becomes shallow but steady. You heard something hard hit the window. Keeping Shawn's vision blocked you turned to see Sans fully blacked out eye sockets his hands and face pressed hard against the window. The strange feeling of an approaching winter storm surrounding Sans. You give his a glare but ignore him as Shawn begins to struggle to see around your hand. You lock eyes back with Shawn, his cold steel meeting your and stopping his struggles.

"Shawn, tell me why you brought him here." Your voice was calmer now, pleading. You need to know he didn't just stab you in the back without a good reason.

"Magics. Its reals. He holds thes holes closeds with its." Shawn's eyes were hazy looking little streaks of water feel from the corners. He was scared. More afraid of what waited for him outside the car than he was of you.

He was unsure and afraid of what the world held in store for him and now you felt bad. He couldn't be brave enough to face Sans on his own and you had fallen asleep unable to help him. You should have known better than to leave him outside not with one but two possible homicidal monsters. You had left him alone to face one of mankind's greatest fears. You were angry cause you thought he had betrayed you, but really you betrayed him first.

You had always treated Shawn like a doormat for you to wipe your feet on and even now he stayed with you. Many others where he worked had left you, unable to put up with your negative and violent nature. It had become so bad you thought for sure they would simply lock you away and sell the house to some seedy stranger to get rid of it.

Shawn had come out of no where, for whatever reason he had stayed despite that and you, almost literally, fed him to the wolves. When had you become like the people in the city who would abandon someone in need? Maybe it wasn't the exact same thing but you should have known better to leave him alone outside the car together with Sans of all people.

You sat up away from him. His eyes holding back heavier tears now that trickled slowly down his face.

When had you become the monster?

Shawn's lip trembled and a sob escaped him. Carefully you removed your self from him going to sit back in your seat calmly. Sans was still trying to peer threw the window at you both. His red eye light back staring closely at you. You simply stared ahead at the house ahead of you that your aunt left you. With all it's ruin, decay, disrepair and safety you once felt it no longer held the welcoming feel it once did.

"Shawn do you know what Omnia mors aequat means?"

Even though Shawn's breathing had evened out he turned to look at you tears had stained this face now but they no longer flowed. "It's whats ons thes Arch's rights?"

"Yeah, My aunt used to walk me around the property and translate all of it for me. Omnia mors aequat means; death makes all things equal. It's Latin. This driveway wasn't always a driveway."

Shawn turned to you to look at you fully now. Worry still on his face but he had never heard you speak so calmly before.

"Instead of a driveway it used to be a wide path so lots of people could visit for when family members died. My backyards not really a backyard at all. It's a graveyard of all my family members i had never met. I often wonder if they were like my dad or if they were like my aunt. In the end ill never really know but, there no point in thinking about the what if's anyway. There dead, and all things are equal between them now."

You turned to look at Shawn still stuck in his seat looking at you. Sans pressed against the glass looking impatient outside Shawn's door. You raised your hand wondering weather you should comfort Shawn but with Sans outside his door, you pulled it back to yourself. You didn't want Sans to target Shawn. You don't know what transpired outside the car when you slept. The only real reason Sans probably hadn't gone after Shawn was because he was close to you. You just couldn't figure out if it was because he was close physically or emotional that stopped Sans from killing him.

"You mentioned the thief earlier." You muttered under your breath. Sans was pulling away from Shawn's window now that you weren't on him. He began circling the car looking at the doors and locks. You almost felt like the lady locked in her car with a rabid dog outside it.

You should start calling Sans, Cujo.

Sans stood outside your door again his hand on the handle waiting for you to unlock it.

You turned away from him back to Shawn waiting for an answer to silent question neither of you wanted to say or acknowledge but needed too.

Slowly Shawn began to wipe his eyes and unbuckle his seat belt. "Hes says its was the thief's froms befores. Gods, Annette's, there's was so's much's bloods."

You stared at him to continue. You knew what he was trying to say but you needed to hear it anyway. Your heart was practically punching a hole threw your chest as Sans constantly pulled at the door handle next to you waiting for you to open it.

"He's dead's Annettes. Theys justs lefts his body's ins thes trunks withs thes gator's ladys." You took in a shallow breath. You hated the thief anger enough to harm him very badly, but enough to kill him... there's only one person you really wanted to kill and he was in jail.

"At the back of the house there's another path that leads to the graveyard outside. Above the door there's a sign that says; Libera Te Ex Inferis."

"Whats that's ones means?"

You ignore his question.

"Shawn, I don't know if I can or not but I will guard you from Sans with whatever strength I posses. Even if it means I actually have to go on a date with him. Just thought you should know."

"But's whats its means?" He was practically shouting out at you now tears beginning to return to his face.

"It means, save your self from hell."

You unlock the car door.

It swung open so fast.

The skeleton grabbed your arm and yanked you out.

You shoved him off twisting your arm away. You couldn't hear anything but your heart beat thumping loudly in your ears.

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You kicked at Sans in the shin getting him to let go and you closed the car door behind you. You were moving around the car to get to Shawn but you didn't even know how you were doing it. You felt frozen in place your limbs moving on there own without you guiding them.

You leaned over and opened Shawn s door with ease. You couldn't hear the car door or sense Sans presence as he stared black sockets at you and Shawn.

His jealousy came off in waves towards you. What he had witnessed in the car between the two of you was making him lose his cool. His hands curled into fist.

As Shawn stepped out of the car to look at Sans he began shaking again. You turned to face the skeleton.

"I'm gonna make this very clear Sans." Sans blank look turning to you in a very forced smile.

"I have people who are important to me. Should I find out you have anything to do with them meeting an early demise." You began giggling chaotically.

The thought of Sans killing the people you thought actually deserved to live...

The thought of being left alone, for eternity with only bones for company.

The thought of your promises being ripped away from you.

You could scarcely envision how badly you knew your mind would snap from that.

"If you touch them, any of them. Memento Mori Sans."

Had you been a skeleton your eyes would have held the same dead pupil-less look that Sans held on his face. You entire body ready to set fire to the entire estate to prove your point.

Sans dark look was replaced briefly with a look of confusion.

"It means: Remember, you will die."

Sans red eye light came back on his face. His smile didn't get bigger but it was no longer fake.

"Heh, We'll see...Sweetheart." You smiled at this. He was challenging you and you were gonna crush him under the weight of his own ego.

"Hey buddy, remember what I said earlier about having a bad time?" Sans looked at Shawn behind you. Shawn took in a breath but didn't release shaking worse than he had in the car, his shoulders tense up.

You picked up a stick on the ground and quickly poked Shawn in the forehead. It snapped him out of what ever fear induced trauma Sans had stuck on him. He gave you a dazed look. You gave him an annoyed one back.

"Forget the skeleton and remember what I said! I'll help you. Libera Te Ex Inferis." Shawn's shoulders slumped and he let out a breath. Nodding slowly to you, worry still in his eyes he stepped a little closer head down.

Sans didn't look pleased but didn't say anything. The red light returning only faintly his fist still clenched. You were gonna have to use your brain very carefully to maintain a balance of sanity in the skeleton, or else.

"Glad you both...understand." You give Sans a look making sure he did. He wasn't sure what was said in the car apart from the yelling but he wasn't going to risk anything and grudgingly nodded his head.

"Good since I sure as hell don't trust Sans right now, i hope you packed a sleeping bag Shawn." Shawn's head jerked up from the ground.

"Whats?"

"Yeah, what?" Sans looked equally taken back.

"Like i'm letting you out of my sight while there's a homicidal skeleton walking around."

Sans eyes went back to emptiness. "Uh, Sweetheart, maybe we should uh talk about this?"

"Fuck you Sans. If your gonna threaten my friends, trick my friends, and kill purse thieves and stuff them in the back of a crocodile woman's car and think i'm just gonna sit here and be like 'oh well okay, that's fine.' You got another thing coming bone boy."

"S'not suppose to fucking tell her about the thief man!" Sans yelled frantically at Shawn.

"Shut it Sans. Shawn your gonna go in the house. Your Gonna call someone to help you with your car problem. Either have it fixed asap or get a rental. After that go home. Unless I call you, don't come back here for your own safety. Understand? Ill call you once a week to make sure your still breathing." You took a breather and rubbed your forehead. Shawn looked entirely relived. He didn't have to worry about the skeleton finding out where he lived. Even if it was a crowded apartment complex.

Sans began shuffling his feet around his face contorting to different faces getting angrier by the minute. Whatever he was thinking it was making him upset. His eye began to glow a sinister red and he began cackling.

"Should've known, should've known." He muttered to himself pulling on his empty eye socket harshly.

Sans was clearly unstable but it was at least a place you were somewhat familiar with. Socking him in the face wasn't gonna snap someone like him out of what ever thought was going threw his dark mind.

It would have to be something unexpected and surprising.

It was gonna be something you hated.

Sans pulled harder at his eye socket now than he did before and you approached him lightly. You stood just under him now. He didn't acknowledge you standing there in front of him. His eye light looking towards Shawn.

Gently you placed a hand on the side of his face and abruptly his eye light was on you. Neither of you moved you couldn't breath out of fear what you were about to do. This wasn't your greatest area of expertise. You knew it would stop him for the moment but there was a high chance he would return with a vengeance after words.

You promised to protect Shawn. You needed to stop making promises to yourself.

You gripped Sans lower mandible and brought it down so it was level with you. You just needed to get this over quickly. You wanted to turn away from the skeleton and never look back him again. Your lip sneered and uncomfortably you swallowed. You began to lean in towards his choppers.

All at once Sans held you by the waist pulling you towards him. You were expecting teeth to meet with your lips but it felt surprisingly soft. You pulled back hastily from him only to reveal one of Sans hands had found the back of your head. He was holding you in place bending you backwards now. You felt something wet probe at the entrance to your mouth. As an automatic response your legs came up between the skeletons legs.

Didn't do much good since there was nothing there. How did he expect to do anything with nothing there? On one hand this made you relived till you remembered he had a magical tongue poking at your lips. Did magic extend to other areas as well?

Ew.

His knees clamped down keeping you from moving your leg. His tongue probed harder at your mouth his teeth scraped against your lower lip but you only clenched your lower jaw harder.

The deal was no tongue and on the cheek. He was already getting more than he should.

You curled your knuckle and jabbed it in between Sans rib cage. With a sputter he flinched backwards letting go of your leg in the process. Your arm went up immediately to begin wiping away from where his 'lips' had been. Getting as much off as you could you pulled your sleeve back to see a pale red saliva glowing on your sleeve. You felt like your stomach dropped to the floor.

Coughing you stepped away from Sans. Despite him laying in some of the over grown bushes near your porch and rubbing his side he looked relaxed. His eye sockets were hazed over rubbing his sore spot like it was a trophy. A bright red tongue was out licking the area around his teeth. He let out a groan sitting up and looking at you. His smile not nearly as wide as normal more laid-back. His eye sockets still hazed over his red pupil looking you up and down.

"Deal was no tongue remember? Asshole." He stopped rubbing his sore spot and blinked at you. His smile widened the hazed sockets remained.

"Heh 'Sorry s'forgot."

He did it on purpose.