Ramblings below:

Not gonna lie when someone choose to follow my story i get excited. In my head it's literally like: Wow, someone actually likes it. I'm so happy.

It makes me want to do more more anyway. So thanks to everyone who comments or reviews. keeps me going.

On another note this section is more action horror based. Proud of my self cause it was begging to feel like a comedy. Also found a nice way to transition between characters without it standing out to much.

My only biggest worry is I feel like i use the same words over and over. I need a better way to describe ones facial expression, especially Sans. Cause he's always smiling. So gotta work on that and loop holes. Seems to be my two biggest weakness.

I feel like horror tale papyrus is hard of hearing so...trying to work with it.

When you opened the door to the house you hoped to keep Sans out. You couldn't think of a good excuse besides telling him he wasn't allowed cause he was psychotic. You didn't imagine it going over very well.

"Annette's yous suppose to keeps these houses clean." Shawn ran a finger over the staircase banister a large chunk of dust stuck to his finger. He stuck his tongue out in disgust at it and tried to shake his finger free of the dirt.

"No I'm suppose to maintain the property, not clean. I'm not a maid." You take your purse and walk towards the kitchen empty the contents onto the counter. Sans following you looking around the house silently taking in the worn-out look. He seemed to admire it till he got to the kitchen. You had to admit besides the basement and roof it was the most in need of repair. Shawn followed you both inside while you placed your insulin in the fridge. You wondered for a moment weather it was still good from being outside so long in the heat but shrug it off and place it in anyways. The needles Sans watched as you placed them in a cabinet drawer. His cheeky smile from before had left and he seemed more interested in the house. He seemed calmer somehow... His eyes still a little hazy watched you move from section to section of the kitchen.

You were beginning to feel like Alice being watched by the Cheshire Cat.

A player in a game to be amused by when it failed.

Once you packed what little you had away you led Shawn to the house phone. First he called a taxi knowing his car would be out of commission for a while even with a repair man. You manged to lure Sans out of the room rather easily while Shawn made a call to a towing company that you hoped Sans would never learn the name of. You didn't want him stalking Shawn by tracking him by the company.

Sans seemed uninterested in what Shawn did since your kiss. So he followed you threw out the house. He seemed interested in the place and you felt, flattered. How long had it been since you were a child following your Aunt around the house admiring it old decorum?

You didn't take Sans very far. Shawn has finished his phone fairly quickly before you led Sans back to the sitting area with the only phone in the house.

"Okay, phone calls are made. Taxi is on its way for Shawn. So what to do with you Sans?" Sans smirked when you pointed to him his red eye taking on that hazy look again.

"I could think of a few things Sweetheart." A coughing noise made you and Sans seemed surprised to see Shawn sitting on a lounge chair. Sans blinked once, then twice before he seemed to remember Shawn had been there the entire time. Bashfully Shawn looked away from him much calmer now that he was inside and the skeleton wasn't fuming at him.

"Sans call whoever you need to as well to pick your bony ass up. I'm not housing skeletons unless they are six feet under the ground in the backyard." His name sounded strange to you coming out of your mouth. Sans seemed a little surprised and slowly his grin became cheeky and taunting.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone.

A bomb could have gone off next to the house and you would have ignored it. You kept staring at the cell phone in his hand. "You son of bitch, how long have you had that?" You yelled at him. They could have simply called a taxi on the road to pick her and Shawn up. Sans never needed to come home with you.

He really fucking planned it.

He never NEEDED to come with you.

"Heh, ya never asked Sweetheart."

"Asked? Why would I ask if you had a cellphone dammit! I wasn't even conscious for most of it."

"So I had to make sure you were okay."

"I was till you showed up on the road dammit." Sans almost looked hurt but seemed to dismiss it for his phone.

He knew you were aware he had planned this somehow. However, getting him to admit it was like trying to pull teeth from a shark. Sans was already holding the phone to his skull waiting for someone to pick up when you gave him both middle fingers up. He only smiled wider as he held up his free hand, index and middle finger sticking out. He brought the fingers to his mouth and stuck them inside. He sucked them inside and you were feeling confused as to what he was doing. He pulled the fingers out of his mouth a thick red glowing slime clung to them. He wiggled the lubricated fingers in your direction making a scissoring motion in your direction.

You thought for sure your blush matched the slime on his fingers, half of it from embarrassment and the other anger. You clenched your legs together from the innuendo a scream forming in the back of your throat but was cut off by a loud noise on the other side of Sans phone.

You couldn't hear what the voice said exactly but you hear enough noise to confirm someone was in fact on the other side of the phone.

"Sup, bro."

You didn't take Sans for a 'surfs up' type of dude. The word bro seemed like a common word coming from his mouth. The way he said didn't sound like slang for anything other than brother to you. However, the idea of this monster having a brother... You weren't sure what to think of it. It never even occurred to you he might actually have family. Friends sure there was a whole camp of monsters but family? Was it the same type of relationship as you and your brother or was there a cultural difference between the two species.

Sans noticed you no longer scowling at him and wiggled his fingers suggestively. You glared but kept your mouth shut trying to listen to his conversation. Unfortunately you couldn't make out what they were saying over the phone exactly. Loud enough to hear that he exists but not well enough to understand him. That was until later when Sans made some pun about being bone tired you were able to make out 'NO PUNS' on the other side. At least you might have something in common with his brother...

"Yeah bro, I'll give you the address. It's-"

"NNNOOOOO!" You practically tripped trying to tackle the phone away from Sans. All Sans had to do was stand up and keep his gross red slime covered hand extended out to keep you back from him. "I don't need more monsters showing up at my house. Get a Taxi instead!" The yelling was making your voice get hoarse.

"Heh, yeah bro?"

You could make out a 'who' and 'that' from his phone.

"Dat's my girlfriend bro...No, I said GIRLFRIEND not golf range." A loud exciting shriek came from his phone.

"No I'm not!" You wanted to make sure who ever was on the other side of the phone heard you. You didn't want who ever it was to think you were actually Sans girlfriend.

"Drop the phones Sans!" You started looking for something to throw besides Shawn. You thought you saw Ghost and considered throwing her at him but... you also pictured him opening his mouth and just swallowing her, fur and all. You didn't want to touch his weird ass saliva either. Then again you already got a little of it in your mouth from earlier.

You took the chance.

You slapped his hand away a little red smearing across your arm in the process. You made a leap for the phone and-

Gone.

You hand brushed air and you landed on your feet. Shawn was looking at you in horror confirming your suspicions. Sans was here one moment and literally gone the next. He didn't get up and walk out of the room he was just... not there.

Like he hadn't been there the entire time.

Except he had been. There was a red stain on your arm to prove it.

"Shawn... you uh didn't happen to see where Sans...uh..."

Shawn's face was stuck in a horrified expression his lower jaw refusing to close. He only managed a small squeak before he shook his head, no. "Shit." He had no idea where Sans went either.

Well one thing for sure that you learned out of this, even if you understand nothing about it, was that magic in fact did exist.

"We need to find him." Sans was probably still in the house somewhere.

"Whats whys? Hes gones."

"What? You think he'd just take his stuff and go? No, fucking way. He still here somewhere. Come on." You indicate to the doorway and stick your head into the hallway. If Sans could just, just...just poof away. It meant he could probably poof his way back.

You barely stepped out of the room when you heard the charms, loud and deep, of the doorbell ringing in the house. You and Shawn looked at one another.

"Errs, yous thinks its the monsters?"

You didn't really know if it was the guy Sans called. It would have taken a lot longer for someone to get from the reservation to the house under five minutes. Then again if Sans could teleport, poof, why couldn't the other monsters?"

You took a step towards the hallway. The floor boards let out quite groans as you stepped. You just needed to get to the end of the hallway and to the Parlor to reach the door. You clenched your fist together. Who did that skeleton think he was? Trying to scare you?

He was nothing compared to your father.

He may of had magic, and some mental issues, but Sans... he was a lot softer compared to daddy dearest. He had a conscious even if it was buried deep in that endless abyss of a skull he had.

You beat your father, so badly they had you locked up for so long because of it. You may not have finished the job as you should have but...

It didn't matter. You just needed to remember. Your the stronger one, monster or not. He could come after you with everything he had but in the end you would play predator, not prey.

"You should be scared of me." You didn't know if he could hear you but you figured it was more for you. Saying it out loud seemed to cement your determination. You crossed the hallway pivoting around a corner with Shawn following close behind you.

You reach the parlor easily.

The front door right in front of you.

You held your arm out reaching for the handle.

Your feet carried you across the floor.

Sans no where in sight.

A cold sweat dripped down you neck as you grasped the handle and pulled it open.

A bright light blinded you once again from a setting sun. The shadow of a man stood before you looking away from you.

He turned toward you.

"Hola senorita, I pick up, yes?"

The Hispanic taxi driver wasn't who you were looking for. His cab parked next to your beat up metal scrap car was still running. You must have made a face because the taxi driver took a step back from you.

"Yes, hellos. Yous hears fors mes." Shawn stepped up behind you on your side. You felt concerned since you still didn't know where Sans was. This might be Shawn's best chance to escape from the horror house.

"Shawn. You need to go."

"Whats buts Sans is stills-" "I know. But this is your best shot to escape." You practically throw Shawn out the door. He grabs your wrist as you push him out the door. You automatically slap him in the face as he lets go.

"Waits Annette's. Comes withs me's." He completely ignores the slap you delivered to him. His eyes are large and teary his lower lip trembling. He was begging you to go with him. He held his arms close to him but his hands were open palm up begging you to take his hands and go with him.

"I'm not leaving my Aunts house Shawn. You know that. Call me for that shopping trip once the house is skeleton free." You slam the door in his face. You swear to yourself. It was almost like he had a crush on you.

You stand on your tip toes to watch from the peep hole. Shawn still standing there holding his hands out like you were gonna take them. Slowly he closes his them making little fists. He holds his head towards the door glaring at it like it insulted his mother. The taxi driver standing there watching him scratches his head before speaking to him. You cant hear threw the door but you see Shawn nod his head and grudgingly pulls him self away from the door following the driver back to his taxi. You hope Shawn doesn't tell the driver where he lives till hes in the car, or better yet on the road.

"Heh, what a fucking joke he is." Just as you turn to hear Sans an arm shoots out past slamming it's self next to your head into the thick door. The arm blocks your route, dirty blue sleeve from his hoodie swings dangerously close to your face. Instead of backing up you dip down and under his arm before he can move his leg to block your path. You almost stumble over but catch yourself in time to swivel towards Sans. He's already off the door reaching for you again. You dodge his hand as it tries to grab you. You don't even notice that the red light of his sockets are gone again.

This time you do back up. Your stand between the stairs and the entrance to the kitchen. You figure if you go up the stairs he might be able to catch your ankle. The kitchen you knew better than Sans at least you might be able to grab a knife or make it to your backyard. Maybe both.

You were a little late trying to decide where to go and Sans manages to grab your arm. You sneer at him and try to pull away but his grip only tightens and he pulls you towards him. You manage to grab the stairwells banister to help anchor yourself to the ground better. Sans smiles becomes big and wide again his grip tightening on your wrist, harder. You could feel the bones getting pulled out from the sockets. He tugged a more trying to get you to let go of the banister.

You had to find a way to throw him off you somehow. He eases up on pulling you again getting ready to change direction of tugs when you let go of the banister. Sans expectantly let go causing you to fly in the wrong direction. He begins to reach for you again but you roll over out of his way kicking his arm in the process. You manage to get on your knees before Sans manages to grab an ankle this time.

You can't reach the banister this time too far out of your reach so you try to kick at his arm with your free foot. You fail rather badly as he starts to walk to the back of the parlor where spare rooms and storage was kept. As he drags you he is careful to make sure he doesn't walk too close to anything that you can grip onto. So you try to turn in his grip and dig your nails into the carpet. This still doesn't stop Sans as he tugs you towards the hallway.

Your nails begin to rip carpet when one of them manages to tear a hole threw it to touch stone. Your nail gets stuck in a crack and as Sans pulls you feel the nail getting ripped away from you. You scream and immediately let go of the floor. Your nail lodged into the crack in the stone, a small blood trail leads to your finger. Sans stops for a moment, the red in his eyes back for to observe the damage before it goes black again. His grip tightens and he continues to pull you down the hallway.

You couldn't let him take you to where ever he was trying to take you. Even missing your finger nail couldn't stop you from this. It felt like a long time since your nails had taken on such sever damage. Even if all your nails got ripped from there sockets it wasn't going to be enough to stop you.

This was your house.

As Sans turned the corner into the hallway you managed to grip the wall with your hands. Blood smears being left behind on the old wallpaper. You dug your free foot into the carpet and pulled your leg away from Sans grip. He must have been left off guard cause he paused for a moment. It was all you needed. You sat up getting the momentum you needed and gripped his hand around your foot forcibly peeling his phalanges off you. Sans didn't seem to happy with that and reached for your wrist instead. His eye sockets remained black but they were now narrowed into an unhappy anger at your refusal to just let whatever he was doing happen.

He pulled you up to your feet trying to ignore your struggle dragging your shoes across the carpet to try and hinder him. You weren't sure if this would work on skeletons since they had no muscle but you seen martial artist and wrestlers use it to get out of ones grip. You twisted you wrist around to the back of Sans hand his grip forced to release unable to hold on to her hand from the angle. As quickly as you were able to turn around Sans was just as close.

You had told your self before not to run away but you were at too much of a disadvantage not too. You thrust yourself forward dodging out of Sans reach again.

The kitchen door so close to you.

Something gripped your hair but you tugged away from it. You felt a stinging and knew Sans had managed to rip a chuck of hair out of your skull. A little of the blood began trickling down you neck but your hand manged to reach it's prize.

The door knob to the kitchen.

Your not sure how you managed to slam the door behind you. Sans had plenty of time even to make another grab for you but had failed to do so.

You reached across the counter to grab the sharpest knife you could only to land on the wooden block. All the knifes you used for cooking were missing from the holder. You yanked open a drawer in the kitchen only to discover the same thing.

He must have taken them from earlier.

You grabbed the only other thing you could cause some damage with.

A fucking fork.

You held up the shiny object in front of your face to see a reflection of something white behind you. Dammit why didn't the kitchen door have a lock on it. Sans stood there behind you the red in his eyes were back smaller than normal the hazy look strung across his face. He wasn't moving from the door as you held the fork out at him. Determined not to let him get any closer.

"Heh, you gonna fork me sweetheart. No need to make this a hairy situation." He dangled the chuck of hair he ripped from you in front of him. The red tongue came out to lick at the blood dangling from the hair. His eye never leaving you as he did so. The hand that wasn't holding a fork reached to the side grabbing a frying pan that you chucked at Sans head.

Sans dodged and looked surprised at the pan. He turned back around to face you only to see you already rushing out the door to the backyard.

He sighed deeply. He had told her before he wasn't worried about her running away. It wouldn't take him much effort before he caught up to her. Or Shawn for that matter. She had seemed to nudge it away but he wasn't blind to it. That asshole did have a crush on her. He watched from a crack in the door of the kitchen while he gathered the knifes up.

He needed to keep her safe.

From other monsters, and from Shawn.

He needed to make sure she understood that she belonged to him.

When she had ripped out her finger nail on the floor it had surprised him. He might have to protect her from herself too...

When he accidentally ripped out a section of her hair though... he needed to be more careful. Humans were physically weaker than monsters. When he was pulling her off the banister he was sure if he clenched his fist much harder he would break bones.

Maybe he needed to break some bones to get the idea into her head. If he had just broken her ankle she wouln't be running from him now.

Why was she running from him? He would make an excellent mate. Especially by human standards. Maybe not monster standards... he was too lazy for monster standards. He would definitely perform well...

He imagined what there first time would be like. Her spread out below him panting desperately for him while he plunged into her ruthlessly. The image caused a stirring in his shorts and he had to pull away from his fantasizing.

He didn't want to hurt her too much... Intercourse with a monster would already be painful enough on the first try. She was probably a virgin to boost. Since she never let anyone touch her he could assume she never had sex.

Even, If she did he would just have to track down the person who did do it with her. He was going to make sure there was no competition: past, future, or present.

He would treat her so well.