Why can't I use tab on fanfiction? I have to use space bar to get paragraphs in correctly. Making me OCD.

Im happy to announce this is more horror than most of my begging chapters. Honestly i thought those were more funny. Like a really bad cheesy horror movie that was designed to make you laugh instead of actually be afraid. Now its actually getting scary. There will still be comedy sure but, it's horror dammit. SCARE ME!

It seemed Sans was taking his time chasing after you. The moment he looked away you bolted out the kitchen door. You were sure he didn't follow you outside, at least not yet. You knew he was back there somewhere waiting. You had the advantage, knowing your backyard since you were small. Not counting the areas you weren't allowed in. Really, the only difference was the towering weeds and grass. Unfortunately the grass was flattening out behind you, leaving a trail of broken stems and a little blood. Even if you knew the yard Sans could track you by the grass alone.

On top of that your best weapon was a fucking fork.

You were trampling towards where your Aunts garden it's overgrowth had long since piled up over the fences. You almost didn't recognize it. The chicken wire had been bent and pushed around by the plants overrunning it and the wood that separated the area from the rest of the yards could crumble with a soft kick alone. It had seen better days, days that were in fact years ago. You didn't have a gardening shed but if you were lucky you might find one of your aunt tolls buried under the plant life, a shovel or pitchfork, in the very least a rotten tomato you could throw.

What you really needed was a plan but you were short on time. You couldn't beat Sans physically even in your rage. A big rock would probably break his bones but trying to carry it? It was out of the question. It would be too heavy and you needed to be agile.

You climbed over the chicken wire trying to find the path that used to lay there only to discover that it too was completely overgrown with vines and other overgrown plant life.

The back of your head throbbed in pain, a small hiss escaping your clenched teeth Sans had pulled out a good amount of hair. The area had swollen up from irritation but at least the bleeding stopped for now.

Why hasn't he attacked you sooner? Shawn most certainly had proven not to be a match against Sans consumed by his own fear in that matter. So it made no sense that he wouldn't try sooner. Sans may have disappeared with his cell phone, literally, but he had been in a positive mood before he attacked. What happened between the phone call and Shawn leaving?

Was it something his brother said on the phone? Did he trigger something in Sans to make him snap? If that was the case how do you get him back to normal? Or what if Sans had just been waiting for you to be alone and off guard? You weren't off guard but still...

How do you get Sans back to...less psycho? Kissing him wasn't going to work twice in a row and you really didn't want him sticking anything more in you than he already had. Thinking about his weird vibrant tongue, you felt a blush on your face catching yourself thinking about it.

At least his tongue didn't reminded you of a humans. You felt sick to your stomach thinking about how you lost your first kiss. You quickly slapped your self in the face hard.

You didn't want to remember that sick fuck.

You had more important things to do than remember that man. He was gone and wouldn't be out of prison for a long time.

None the less a tear fell from your face pitying yourself from the never ending nightmarish you experienced. You couldn't think about that now. You needed to focus on Sans.

As you shuffle threw the weeds and over grown vegetation thinking about your problem your foot catches a vine and you stumble forward tripping on some dry rot. It wouldn't have been too bad but the wood seemed infested with various crawlers ranging from earwigs, centipedes and even a spider or too. You covered your mouth to stop from screaming in disgust as the insects crawled on your pant leg, shaking your leg to get them off. They cling to the material and start getting frantic from all the movement as they try to cling and burrow deeper into the material forcing you to swipe them off with the back of your hand. This is why you hated going outdoors. You could handle spiders and the like in your house when they weren't touching you but not when there were actually on you.

You really hated getting caught off guard to boot. Sans was still your biggest concern and you weren't paying attention to the rest of your surroundings.

You heard something near the house.

Your heart began racing. It was pushing blood so fast that it was hard to hear the noise. You strained to hear it over your own heart beat.

Someone was calling from the house.

You took a breath and tried to slow down your heart rate to hear.

You held a gulp of air and turned your ear to the house.

A light sound gently brushed across your ear and a light breeze followed.

It was calling to you.

Sweetheart, Come out.

Sans, it was Sans and he was looking for you. He must be out in the yard now. You hadn't actually made a whole lot of ground and still only had the fork for a weapon. you needed to watch your step tripping again would be your biggest downfall right now...d-did you just make a pun? Shit the bone man was rubbing off on you.

You pictured that literally in your head and grimaced.

Dammit you don't have time for this. It would only be a few minutes before Sans noticed the flattened path of grass you made to get here.

Something white shot past the weeds near you. How did Sans get so close so fast? You listened again, he still sounded a good distance away.

You turned your head towards a pile of wood, something angry and white shot across the path jumping right into your face.

A blur of fur and claws digging into your pale flesh. You struggled with the monster it's tiny claws raking your face leaving think red slivers across your cheeks. It let out a low growl and a hiss as you got a hold of it's upper torso and pulled it away.

The creature looked up at you with it's cute pink nose and familiar eyes.

God. Dam. Cat.

You had forgotten Ghost assuming she was safe somewhere else hunting a rabbit, mouse, just something.

She looked up at you her fur raised, squirming to get out of your grasp. Her white fur stuck up at an odd angle and her claws remained extended. You pull her towards you chest trying to her to hold still and remain quite. Her fur tickled your nose and the smell of plants touched your nose.

You couldn't hear Sans now. You stayed low near the over grown vines looking for anything white or blue that stood out. Something shiny instead caught your eyes. It was wedged between an overgrown green pumpkin covered in spots and some sort of mutilated squash. It was a few paces back to where you think you heard Sans calling to you.

Whatever it is, it was larger than your fork, but you didn't know where Sans had gone and the garden wouldn't hide you forever.

Ghost squirmed in your hold.

You liked this cat you really did...

You needed that weapon to protect you or her though.

You snuggled the cat into your face and left a kiss on her unhappy forehead setting her down on the ground and letting her go. She scampered off between a pumpkin and overgrown cabbage.

The shovel wasn't to far behind you just a couple of steps. Staying low to the ground you carefully placed one foot in front of the other trying to remain quite. Every rustle of grass or scrape of dirt making you pause and listen. The metal was half buried by the pumpkin and squash juice was sliding down in from where some animal thought the squash would make a good meal. You pushed the pumpkin over and grabbed the little metal pulling it out from the vegetation.

It was a rusty trowel.

You brought it closer to your face for examination. It's blade one used for making small holes to put seeds into was now a dull, rusted bent blade. Not much better than your fork but at least more sturdy than your fork. It's wooden handle remained in tact despite the rusty screws holding it in place.

A twig snaps to your right and you grip the metal tight roughly pulling it closer to you. You pointed a the almost useless blade out in the direction the noise came from. The cute pink nose with white fur sat on the edge of some rocks looking at you from a crouching position in the dirt. You wondered how she never got her fur dirty... Ghost noticed you looking at her and cocked her head to the side. She turned around stalking out of the garden, stopping to look at you once as if to say 'follow me'. Her stance was predatory but far calmer than she had been before. The same was she looked at you in the kitchen when she wanted food and you blew her off when you refused to follow.

Well you were here now and you didn't have any real plans about where to go in particular. As long as it was away from Sans you had no problem following the cat, pocketing your fork in your sock. Trying to stay out of Sans sight, remain quite, maneuver through foliage, and not step on her white tail and become the challenge of evening. You were grateful she was white and stood out among the dark, unfortunately Sans would have an easy time spotting her too. You just hoped you'd see him first so he didn't attempt a late night snack on Ghost.

After tripping over some branches covered in thorns, muddying up your knee caps, and getting whipped in the face by a low hanging branch you were getting irritated at your cat. Hopefully if Sans was following you he would be having similar problems.

You thought for sure he would have found you by now, not that you were ungrateful he didn't.

But it was dark now, and you still hadn't seen white skull or blue coat from Sans.

You were having a hard time keeping track of Ghost even with her white fur. Turning around what you assumed was either a shrub or fallen dead tree, you manged to lose sight of Ghost and felt completely lost. You could figure out where the hell Ghost had led you. Faint outlines of different shades of darkness met your vision but nothing stood out. Just dark, dark, and darker. Crickets and other night life noises you were used to had gone dead. All that was left was the breeze shaking the grass together making you think of something or someone stalking you threw the grass.

A loud rustle had you turn immediately around, taking a step further back into the dark. You jumped as you felt something cold against your back. You almost screamed but nothing happened. You stuck your hand back and touched a rough cold surface. You were able to spread your fingers against before realizing it was a wall.

Why the hell had your cat been trying to lead you out here for a...Your fingers traced over some of the Latin your Aunt had you memorized. You couldn't see the letters but you remembered it none the less.

Nascentes morimur

Salve me, Fons Pietatis

You trace your hand over the letters and give a small prayer in it's translation. From the moment we are born we begin to die. save me, source of mercy.

You hadn't been allowed in side the family crypt when you were younger. It was strictly blood descendants burial ground only. Your aunt would have been buried here too except they never could find her body...

She would have wanted to be buried here, as did you and your brother as well. Only one of you would make it here, after all there would only be one of you to bury the other. A sad thought knowing one of you would be left out, almost. If he died first you would bury him here, you may not get buried properly on your death but you'd make sure to be in the catacombs anyway.

Right now, you needed to get inside however to live long enough to make it too that day. You just needed to get to the other side where the door should be located if memory served you correctly. You traced you hand over the detail of the crypt wall, feeling where you needed to go. Your hand fell there in the dark telling you that the wall ends and turns. You place your hand on the next wall feeling around occasional scraping against a vine or nearby bush. You hear a grumbling and stop to listen for the noise.

Your ear perks up at the sound.

You hear it below you.

It's only your stomach.

You place a hand over your gut trying to muffle the sound and resist the urge to let out a sigh of relief. It's only your hunger. You hadn't eaten since much earlier that day and a muffin wasn't going to last you. Food wasn't your top concern considering there was a psychotic, talking, walking, skeleton around somewhere. You were regretting leaving the house.

You turned the last corner and froze. Only a yard away from the entrance to the crypt stood something white.

It was too high off the ground to be your cat and was bobbing slowly in the distance. Occasional a red glow would make it self present.

His eye light scanning over the yard looking for you.

He was getting annoyed. He should have found her by now. He had noticed a grass trail earlier and followed it to a overrun garden. He should have been able to pick up on her smell and follow her or see another path, instead his sense were clouded bu something vaguely familiar but he couldn't put his finger bone on it.

There was something else out here with her though, he knew that. He could sense it. Whatever it was it was trying to hide her from him. His own urge to posses her was now over ridden to save her. Where had she gone? Was she hurt badly or d-dead?

He didn't want to think of the possibility. He would shred whatever was hiding her and force her back to the house. What happened after they got back inside...Sans had decided to ease up a bit. If she refused him he would keep her there in the house with him weather she liked it or not. either chain her somewhere or break her legs. If he could convince her to stay with him he could not only keep her safe but happy.

He needed her safe. Happy would have been a better outcome but safety came first.

There was also the whole diabetic thing. He didn't understand a lick of it. He needed to learn more about it as soon as he got back. He should have done that before ambushing her in the front entrance. How much medicine did she need? When did she need it? What happen if he gave her too much? He was going to take care of her needs he needed to learn about this...sickness of hers.

Right now he needed to find her.

He had been growing increasingly worried as time passed and no sign of her. Her sent had left the air and had been replaced with the familiar scent of corpses from Snowdin. It had to be a monster out here making that happen. What monster would dare hunt his own prey out here? Undyne would to piss him off. This did not smell like Undyne's fishy blue ass but more of a territorial mark made by something with fur. If any of the dogs from the refugee camp here they would be smart enough to back away, unless they were starving. No one was starving enough now to ever try to challenge Sans.

A snapping twig caused him to turn around. His red light shown with power locating the source of the noise. It was strange. He saw the broken twig and felt like this seemed familiar to him in some way. It was as if he seen a similar tactic before... Had he done something like this once before? He pulled on his eye socket getting irritated. He needed to find her. Fucking stupid trying to remember a stick.

CRREEEKKKKK

Sans spun on his heel in the opposite direction to see Annette forcing a large door open to some cement house. Sans was running in her direction. The sent of the monster from before was stronger there in the room she was entering. He screamed at her to stop but she was frantically trying to close the door behind her hearing Sans heading straight for her.

You don't know what had distracted Sans from heading in your direction but the moment he turned away you were shoving at the heavy door trying to push it open. It had let out a creaking noise you knew Sans would hear and stopped caring about weather he could hear you specifically or not. You heard him screaming at you to stop but of course you weren't going to listen. You manged to squeeze into a crack of the door frame. You turned back towards the door trying to get it too close but you felt it halt as it caught on something near your feet. You shoved and tried to kick out what it was but to no avail. Suddenly you were slammed backwards by an unseen force. The crypt door glowed a bright red was left fully open and exposed you to the outside. Your trowel flew out of your hand and hit an iron grate by a window.

Sans stood there, his fist clenched and red power coming from his socket stood there looking at your angrily.

You couldn't move.

MUHAHAHAH

What happens now?

not comedy.