I know i didn't update last week. I posted a non-horror story instead to see if anyone would like it... apparently horror seems to be more my thing, or it's just more popular. Not sure. If your interested in it go and check it out. It will update slower than this one cause im actually working on the kinks in it.

Also im not good with sad scenes... there just not sad enough cause i never make my characters feel attached in the beginning. Ill be working on it.

"Heh, come on, Sweetheart." Sans looked pissed his red eye staring into your very soul. He took a step towards the crypt his arm outstretched.

He was gonna grab you and you couldn't move. Just for a moment you felt fear grab you. Like a deer in the headlights you couldn't react.

Something white and fuzzy shot out from Sans side. It tried to maul Sans arm, clutching it, roughly. Sans, surprised seemed unaffected by the fuzz ball. Using his free arm he grabbed the back of the creature shaking it off his arm before tossing it across to the crypt wall. It hit with a hard thunk and dropped to the floor. Your heads turns to see Ghost lying on her side, her back towards you. Your body feels cold.

"Ghost?" You don't notice the shaking in your voice. The coldness covering your body and tears begging to form at the corner of your eyes. Ghost lays on the floor quietly not even a scornful mewl from her.

"Sweetheart?" Sans voice sounded more impatient than anything.

Your fear was gone along with most of your emotions. You stood slowly and crossed the dirty stone floor to Ghost.

Sans tried to take a step towards you but stopped at the doorway to the crypt. It hadn't been there a moment ago but the feeling of another monster was there, in the crypt with her.

He couldn't get threw the doorway. It not that he couldn't fit but he could feel something in his path. It felt familiar, like the barrier on the mountain, this one was smaller and weaker than that one but even so he could not break threw it. Even if he had more monsters with him it would have held against them.

"Sweetheart, you have to get out of there now!" Sans yelled at you but you ignored him. Your body hunched over the cat carefully. Your hand gliding lightly over the cats fur. It didn't react in anyway. Small mutterings came from you that Sans could barely pick up. Ghost, okay?, please? Her voice croaked and shook Sans out of his possessive pull. Was she okay? It was just a crazy cat right?

"Sweetheart?" You didn't react to him in anyway.

You couldn't react at all.

Ever since your brother left the cat stayed with you. Always demanding things from you and leaving dead mice in you bed or shoes. One night when the loneliness was winning against you Ghost had managed to snap you out of it. You had been digging your own nails into your arms to get you to stop thinking about your family, to try and forget. You spent an hour on the rock floor of your room till the cat found you. At first she just nudged you with her face and you ignored her. She wouldn't take no for an answer. She meowed at you till you finally stopped clawing yourself. She climbed into your lap not minding the blood on you and began purring. You pet her and cuddled her that night even with the blood soaking into her white fur. When you finally calmed down she left you lap and begged for food instead. For once you didn't regret feeding her.

Now, she lay here on a cold stone floor. Still like the rock beneath her. No begging for food or to be let outside.

You felt like you were falling threw a dark tunnel that you couldn't see the bottom of. It was cold and it seeped into your bones. You picked up Ghost and cradled her to your chest. Sans was still yelling behind you, but you could no longer hear him.

You needed to take her into the crypt. She would have liked being here, lots of mice.

The crypt had a spiral staircase of cement that led deep under the house and yard. It's rocky path had narrow steps that crumbled in small pieces under your feet. You slid down a part that had worn away. You wished you had a lighter instead of a fork or trowel to ignite one of the small torches. It was terribly dark. The walls echoed Sans voice his panicked worry slipping past you, despite the desperation laced in his voice it sounded like an animal trying to chew it's leg off to get out of a trap. You feel a bit of joy for his tortured desperation, for whatever reason he could not follow you and it brought you a small pleasure. It faded as fast at it had come, numb again. You continued petting Ghost fur as if she could still your touch. A tear breaking out of frozen feeling dripped down your cheek.

"You dumb, dumb cat. You should have left me." You whisper into her fur as you reach the last step. Your feet stepped in a low layer of water. Maybe Ghost wouldn't have liked it as much as you thought.

You use your petting arm to try and maneuver threw the dark but you simply didn't know where you were going. You tripped and landed on something hard. Your hand presses over something large and cement. You can only assume it's a low wall or, a stone coffin. You don't care either way.

You lay Ghost on it and lay next to her. It's cold but you can feel the numbness wearing off as more tears find there way down you face. You pull her body close to your self trying to keep her warm a bit longer. You let out a loud mournful scream that echoed off the walls.

Sans could hear her cry's from outside. His senses trying to pick up whatever he could to know she was safe. He didn't intend to kill the cat. He was just tired of her running from him.

He shouldn't have chased her, he knew that now but...he just wanted her safe. Her sounds of heart break shook him to the bone. He would get you another cat if he thought it would help. Hell he'd get you a hundred if it would help. Maybe he could get a monster cat for her? Nope, the idea of anybody above animal intelligence cuddling her pissed him off.

It was getting late and even though he could still sense something inhuman nearby it wasn't going after her for one reason or another. His brother would be here soon looking to pick him up. He had no intention of going but he wasn't going to let Pap worry about him. He's stay here all night waiting for her to come back up to him.

She would be pissed off at him, but at least it was just an animal. She be even angrier when he killed that Victor guy she mentioned earlier.

A bright light shined near the house. Someone was pulling up into the driveway. Sans looked back at the crypt where your crying had turned into gentle sobbing. He would be back for her.

Right now there was a guest he needed to greet.

The cement beneath you was hard and uncomfortable but you were used to uncomfortable. You wern't used to being this alone though. No Shawn, no Victor, no Ghost.

You let out another sob. You thought that after all the hell your father put you threw you didn't have any more tears. You sobbed hard again. Your arms began shaking again. You could no longer tell if it was your crying that caused the shaking or if it was your blood sugar.

A small giggle escaped you. There was a good chance you were gonna let yourself die down here.

Something light blue walked by out of the corner of your eye. It dissipate behind a wall as you stood up to follow it. Maybe a trick of your mind but you thought it looked like Ghost for a moment. You followed it around the corner. A light illuminating around the area it went. Every time you turned a corner it was just out of sight again. You turned another corner this time met with a warn glow of torches on the wall. Empty crypt holes on the wall and a low layer of dirty crypt water met your vision. Who had lit the torch?

"Hello?" You called out into the room dried tears cracked on your face. You reached for the torch and pulled it off the wall.

Something touched your foot and before you knew it, you punted a rat across the room.

Ugh, Disgusting vermin. You muttered under your breath about filthy there were.

"Perhaps, but tasty when your hungry enough." You turned shocked by the cool tones of the voice. A woman with shocking eyes sat atop a empty crypt shelf uncomfortably. Her long black hair hovering only an inch above the water. Her high cheek bones stood out to points while any fat on her face that may have once made her beautiful were gone, leaving gaunt features. She looked like she was either a ghoul or had been the victim of cancer for ten years. She looked up at you and a wide meaningful smile stretched across her face.

A unique smile even with her gaunt features you knew that smile.

"Aunt Mel?" Your lip trembled.

The very woman who had always treated you and your brother with kindness stood there before you. The same aunt you thought dead, and the same aunt who left you the house in her will.

"Hello little tomato." You dropped the torch into the dirty water when she used your nickname, and the room was filled with darkness again. It didn't matter you already knew where she was standing and you reached for her. Your arms wrapped around her clinging to her clothes that always smelled like moth balls now smelled like wet dog. You almost didn't believe it when you touched actual flesh. She was real, not just some hallucination.

"Sshh, Ssssshh, ssshhh. I missed you too."

You almost couldn't see threw your tears but you noticed a light blue glow coming from her. The longer you stood there the brighter she seemed to glow, soon the room glowed a bright blue. An ethereal blue showing the room in it's color. It held such a peaceful color about it.

"Aunt Mel, why are you glowing?" You pulled away from the woman. She looked like your aunt but she definitely had a different aura about her. She seemed colder, not just in her touch but her smile seemed distant and her eyes dead.

"It's all right, Annette. Things will be better soon."

"What are you talking about?" You pulled away from her. She sensed your hesitance but let you back up. She kept your hands in hers as you tried to slip further from her.

"Your lonesomeness, little tomato. I did what i could when you needed me. There was only so much I could do for you down here." She bowed her head gently running her own fingers over your hands.

"Down here? Why didn't you come out? No one knew where you went." You were starting to panic. Why was your aunt down here around the corpses of your long forgotten family members?

"Shh, tomato. I could not leave here. Not in this form anyway."

"This form?"

"Yes, you've been calling me...ironically, Ghost for the past ten or so years. Cat's life spans shouldn't even be this long. Didn't you notice I've hadn't aged?"

The cat? Your aunt had been your cat? "How?"

"Tomato. This is... not a pleasant story for you to hear, but hear it you must." She pulled you closer to her and embraced you. Her body was different, more frail, sickly. The way she held you spoke to so many of your memories you couldn't stop silent tears from dripping down your face. She held you just like she always had, one hand behind your head and the other around your shoulders. Her fingers gently rubbing the back of your skull affectionately.

She pulled you into her lap as if she could keep you warm from the darkness around you.

"It began with a hole in the mountain..."

Sans couldn't believe what he was seeing. A black car pulled into Annette's driveway. A tall man with cold eyes like Annett's stepped out of the car, followed by his brother, Papyrus.

"BROTHER! I HAD NO IDEA YOU'R GIRLFRIEND ALSO KNOWS MY NEW FRIEND! THIS IS SO EXCITING!" Papyrus had to pull himself from the strangers car his size had filled the entire backseat of the mans vehicle.

Sans wasn't sure who this man was and didn't like that he was here, AND knew his brother somehow.

"Heh, who's your friend bro? He seems...cold." The man held him in a frozen gaze he couldn't place. He was getting the feeling this man did not like him in the least.

"HE IS THE COOLEST HUMAN I HAVE EVER MET SO FAR! HIS NAME IS VICTOR, AND HE HAS GIVEN ME A RIDE HERE TO PICK YOU UP!"

Victor... This mans name was Victor. Sans had to hold back a smile. This was the man, Annette had spoken so fondly of. He may have just killed her cat, but he's be dammed if he was going to let this man be the guy who comforted her.

"Heh, cool huh? I like how he's totally ice-olated." Sans gave Victor his infamous black holed stare. Instead of him panicking his eyes narrowed sending Sans a silent warning. If he couldn't scare him off there were plenty of other ways he could get rid of an ice-prick.

"NO SANS! HE IS MY FRIEND!" Papyrus already knew what he was up too. Why wouldn't he? Didn't matter he had killed plenty of humans without letting his brother find out about it. He'd just have to patient with this one.

"Heh, so human... how did you know my bro?"

Victor turned to him analyzing him, quietly. It felt like forever before he said anything.

"Met him on the road." Victor finally spoke it surprised Sans his voice held a dark tone to it. Something about it...familiar.

"Heh, okay buddy. So, how'd you get here?" Victor turned to him. A rather devious smile stretched across his face.

"Got a call from a...friend of mine. He told me there was a skeleton hanging out with Annette and I should investigate. So, skeleton, I have some questions for you now if you don't mind."

"Heh, sure thing buddy. I have some more for you too." Sans figured he might as well give some answers to him, he wasn't gonna live much longer anyway.

"Good. In that case-" Sans was suddenly pulled back by an invisible force his back sliding across the yard. Papyrus surprised rushed over to him yelling him at him if he was okay. Sans wasn't paying attention to him as Victor held his hand out in front of him a blue vibe rolling off of him in waves.

A mage. Victor was a mage. Sans couldn't move, the blue magic holding him in place. Victor moved closer to him and bowed so he could stare right in his face. "Where is my sister? Bone man?"

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Sister?