I am sorry I've been gone for a while. Updates will probably be a hell of a lot shorter. Got a shit ton drama going on right now too. But nobody wants to know about that, this ain't a dairy. I don't know when the next chapter will be but I'm glad for all the people who favorited me and have stuck with me so far. Also, welcome to the people who recently favorited me too. It makes me feel like I'm getting an Emmy or something like that whenever someone does that.
I was going to make this chapter longer and put in the explanation but that would take longer and i know its killing some of you wondering what happens next. Im getting better at puns. Finally.
As for the story I needed everyone to calm down enough that they don't kill each other and this was oddly enough the best I could come up with. The next chapter will actually have the explanations for what happened in it.
Fair warning the last bit of this chapter is super awkward, a little funny, a little hot, and did I say super awkward?
Your mind was a gentle fuzzy haze. It felt like you had crawled into your bed with brand new fleece blanket their warmth surrounding you in a pleasant soft embrace. You didn't need to move you were in the perfect position of comfort and peace.
At least you were.
You tried to open your eyes but the darkness gave you such a calm feeling. As if the dark was cradling you to like a real mother should, you choose to dive in deeper to it. A thumping noise like a heartbeat pulling you towards it.
"#&%% "
What was that? The hell was trying to wake you up was pissing you up. You refused to leave the warmth of the space around you.
"Help me." Your breath left you and your skin tingled from the voice. It sounded familiar.
"Wake up sis." Victor? Your heart raced.
Was he in trouble? You weren't sure but the darkness suddenly tightened pulling you closer to it. You forced your eyes open to see dark blurry faces in the distance. It was like being in the ocean looking up from the bottom without the salt in your eyes. A blurred image of someone next to a fireplace holding something in his hand or was he holding his hand. Slivers of red fell from it towards the floor.
Blood
Was it blood?
Your first tightened. Who had hurt him? Who was he? Sans? Someone else? The darkness wrapped around your arm trying to pull you back but you shoved it away and thrust your self forward. It reached out to you again, stronger and with more force pulling you back.
Now it was just pissing you off. You realized this pull wasn't natural to you something was trying to keep you down and away from the bleeding form.
Like you would let some unknown entity try. It may have promised you warmth and safety but you learned many times over that warmth and safety were just illusions. A false reality that everyone chooses to believe in.
You couldn't see or even really feel who was grabbing you but you kicked and punched and squirmed away from it with all the force you could muster. You were determined to get away from it.
In a flash, you could see what looked like one of the parlors to the mansion. Your brother gripping his bleeding hand something sharp sticking out of it and Sans just behind him. You didn't recognize the expression on the skeleton's face. You had never seen it before.
It seemed strange to you it didn't look like he was the one in control. He looked...unsure of his surroundings. Like he didn't know what to do for once. You shove threw the dark again. Another sight of the parlor and another skeleton on the other side of the fireplace. Taller this time with crooked, stained teeth it was as if he had been eating rocks, the stains a rusted color to them. He was hunched over like he had a hump near his neck maybe damage from something or bad sleeping habits had caused it.
What the hell had he actually been eating? You doubted that it was actuall rocks he ate. You doubted that he was the one who hurt your brother his expression matched that of Sans unsure looking mixed with a worried glance at your brothers.
The skeleton stared at the blood dripping from your brother's hand as if in a trance before he shamefully looked away from it.
These skeletons were, surprisingly, not the source of your brothers' pain.
You needed to get out and find it. Beat the shit out of it, and bury it in the backyard where no one can find him, she or even it. Once you find out who did the damage.
You felt the darkness make another tug at you pulling you backward. You shoved it off a red light glowed somewhere below your head but you ignored it. You needed to get out of here and save Victor.
The light grew brighter and you finally looked down. There floating in front of you was what looked like a red heart. Thin blacks covered the entire thing like someone tried to break it a thousand times over but the pieces just never separated.
You poked it with your finger. After all why not? The heart quivered at your touch and a tingling sensation ran up your spine you felt your heart race and a warmth spread threw out your lower body.
As strange as it was that it turned you on, you had more important things to do. You weren't sure how you knew but something inside told you that you needed to force your self forward. You stuck your fist out as if hitting an invisible wall. You didn't feel anything in your arm but you felt something resonate around yourself. You didn't know what it was and under different circumstances, you'd have a doctor look at it.
A light appeared in front of you it split out around you like cracks on porcelain. You pulled back your fist leaning towards it and smashed through it, pieces like a blacked out mirror falling around you before the light swam around you.
You gasp and sit up.
Victor kneels beside you on the floor next to his hand wrapped in a bandage. His face looked stern as if waiting for you to say or do something wrong. You stare back and raise your eyebrow at him, what was he doing here? He looks taken back for a moment before he gives you a pleasant smile.
"Sis, I uh...well..." You poke him in the cheek. You needed to know he was real and in front of you. His skin felt smooth to the touch your finger gliding across his chin. He had problems trying to grow hair on his face, but you thought it worked in his favor anyway. He gripped your hand and studied you again.
"What the hell?" You eye the bandaged hand and reached for it. Victor let out a hiss when you pulled it toward you and squeezed.
"Ah, Sis that hurts." His face shaded red and his eyes shifted away from you pulling his hand out of your grip. It wasn't a dream he had hurt himself and recently too.
"What happened?" You yelled at Victor and sat up almost butting faces with him. You saw Sans standing by the fireplace staring at you. He wasn't smiling for once but the longer he stared the more the sides of his mouth twitched before the infamous Chesire grin was back. You tried to sit up getting ready to remove the last eye light in his socket when you felt a grip on your shoulder pushing you gently back to the floor, gentler than the one from your strange dream. When you turned to look to see if the darkness was there you saw Victor gripping your shoulder instead. He gripped a little harder on your shoulder with his good hand.
"Whatever your thinking, he didn't do it." You raise your eyebrows at him waiting for the punch line. When one didn't come your eyes went to the other skeleton in the room. The skeleton smiled with all his crooked stained teeth and waved gleefully at you like nothing was wrong. Victor shook his head indicating this skeleton was also not to blame.
Victor always had that mind reading ability of his when it came to you and knew what you were thinking. You were just that predictable to him.
"Sweetheart, you uh feelin' better?" Sans shuffled his hand a little unsure of where or what to do when your eyes met his. Sweat seemed to form on his skull and his smile didn't reach his eyes. He looked...nervous. You glared at him anyway.
Your eyes danced around the room waiting.
"Someone better explain something to me before I throw them in the fireplace." Why is there even a fire going? It was a waste of perfectly good wood.
Victor started rubbing your shoulder making you turn and relax a little the cold feeling from before slowly dissipated replaced by the warmth of the fire.
Till you felt your arm shaking.
Did I go low again? This seemed like the most likely scenario it would also explain why your memory was so fuzzy and how you even got back to the house from the crypt.
"I told you before, you need to eat more. When was the last time you ate sis?" Victor sighed a small smile on his face. He had his head lowered to the ground but his eyes had a small twinkle to them as he stared up at your face. You have known your brother since he was born. Like him reading you, you had gotten pretty good at reading him too. Something was off but he wasn't going to tell you what.
" Um, er, yeah. Dunno, yesterday maybe?" You didn't want to call him out on it especially not now that he was back. He was a smart boy, he could outmaneuver a skeleton if he had too, maybe not knock him down the way you could but... you glanced at his wounded bandaged hand.
"What happened?" You take his hand and sending a look to Sans when he began to approach only stopping when your brother shared in your glaring. He averted his eye lights away and took a step back as if he wasn't doing anything wrong. You looked towards the other skeleton with the blood stained teeth. He seemed friendly and generally unabashed by the circumstances. He didn't seem to be as bad as Sans but the teeth...were telling a different story.
"HELLO TINY HUMAN, ARE YOU FEELING BETTER NOW?" The taller skeletons voice sent a tremor through your eardrums and you flinched from his voice. It felt like he was standing inside your ear scratching on a chalkboard. You clasped your hands over your ears and scowled at the taller skeleton.
"I was until I lost my hearing." You grumbled at him and moved closer to your brother. The taller skeleton only gave you a slightly confused look unsure why you were scowling at him.
"NOT TO WORRY HUMAN I TOO DONT LIKE BAD HERRING."
Sans smacks his face and starts mumbling to himself. "Not again."
You look between the two skeletons unable to put the pieces of the strange conversation together. This would have been a good time to grab Victor's hand and make a run for it but your curiosity was nagging at you from the depths of your mind. "What the hell does fish have to do-"
"HEARING, not herring bro." Sans cuts you off his face scrunched as if he's done this a hundred times today already.
"NONSENSE SANS MY HEARING IS FINE. WHY YOU INSIST IT IS NOT I WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND."
They were kidding, right? Somehow you felt like you sitting in a comedy club with the skeletons putting on an act. If it weren't for Sans face grimace and sharp tone you would have taken this as a joke. The skeletons loud voice made more sense to you now though. He was mostly being loud because he couldn't hear right?
The shaking in your hand spread to the rest of your body as if it had been held back. You took in a sharp breath from the sudden change in your body causing Victor to look at you his eyebrows pulled together as his eyes drifted over your shaking form. "You need sugar, sis. You've been out for a while and haven't eaten since yesterday. What's in your fridge that's fast acting?"
"Umm Milk?"
Victors face scrunched up and tightened. This was far from the response he wanted and you knew it. He lowers his voice to a whisper not even noticing that Sans and Papyrus have stopped arguing to watch both of you on the floor.
"Is it chocolate milk at least?" You avert your eyes away from him giving him the answer he needed.
"Dammit sis, you're supposed to be taking care of your self when I'm not here." He grips your shoulders tightly lifting you gently and seating you on the couch. Your shaking legs keeping you from trying to stand up when he lets you go. "I have candy in my car, I know you don't care for it but your gonna be swallowing at least half the bag tonight. I'm I clear?" That could mean only one thing to you. He brought his nasty ass butterscotch candy he likes. You never cared for butterscotch. It was meant to be a candy than it was meant to be sweet, butterscotch did not taste sweet to you in the least. It tasted like ass. You've had worse though, you both have had a lot worse.
"Stay here, the candy is in my car." Victor turns to leave you in the room with the skeletons and you force yourself to make a stand to follow him.
Someone grabs your shoulder again and you feel yourself being forced back onto the couch. "C' mon Sweetheart. You should listen to your brother and stay here. Take a Rest in peace." You hear a groan from the taller skeleton but turn to look at the one forcing you to sit down. Sans hand touching your shoulder as you try to shift it away from you. "No, Thanks. I'd rather die on my own terms." You shove his hand off successfully and try to stand missing as Sans harshly grabbed his socket and pulled you back again.
Vitor turns back to watch you and Sans fight on the couch seeing you try to pull away from him. Why wasn't he saying anything? He only smirked a little in your direction but his gaze seemed unfocused as if looking into a dream he could barely remember. His eyes cast down then and his smirk left his face before leaving you alone with the skeletons.
"Victor?" What was going on? He left you behind with a clearly mentally ill skeleton and... you weren't even sure what to consider taller lankier one besides the mentally ill skeletons brother. Sans hand fell onto your shoulder again pulling you back down to the couch. Fine, if that was how it was gonna be with the skeleton fine, as long as he didn't go after your brother, you'd be fine. Maybe, not alive, but fine if Victors safe.
"Let. Go." You tried to raise your arm to smack him but the shaking in your arms wouldn't let you. If he kept touching you at this rate though you were gonna black out and toss him in the fire.
"SANS, THE HUMAN CLEARLY DOSN'T LIKE TO BE TOUCHED. WE WILL WATCH HER WITHOUT TOUCHING HER SHE CLEARLY DOSN'T HAVE THE STRENGTH TO MOVE RIGHT NOW." The taller skeleton surprised you and even more surprising Sans actually did remove his hand. You pushed back away from him to instantly regret it the damage to your head early throbbed when it collided with the hard armrest of the couch.
You brought your hand up to clutch the sore spot on your head. Your hand throbbed at the touch as well bringing it back down you notice you lost a fingernail as well and pulled it back to survey the damage done to it. The bleeding had stopped a while ago but held a purple and black bruising where the nail had once been. When did you lose your finger nail? When did you even get here? You remember talking to Shawn in the house and Sans making a phone call but everything after was a giant blur.
"HUMAN ARE YOU ALRIGHT?" You glanced at the skeleton and eyed him up and down. He did manage to get Sans to let go of you but you couldn't quite pin what was off about this monster. He seemed generally friendly but the way he eyed you made you feel like he was measuring you up for something.
"Mm' fine." You grumbled still not trusting him. You weren't sure if you should keep an eye on him or the skeleton who was literally eyeing you from behind the couch. Sans stared at you with that familiar hungry look of his. You didn't dare run even if you could. He was more determined now to not let you go. A disadvantage you would have to maneuver around in the future. You supposed the only reason he wasn't chopping off your legs right now was because of the taller skeleton. You needed to know more about him.
"So who are you?" The taller skeleton turned his head and gasped at you.
"YOU FORGOT MY NAME ALREADY TINY HUMAN?" It's not like he ever gave it to you. Did he? You know Sans had called him..pops? No, that wasn't right Pap?
"Heh, that was her aunt remember bro?" Sans pointed to the painting of your Aunt Mellisa behind him. Sans had introduced his brother to a portrait of your Aunt... He must be crazier than you originally thought he was.
"What are you talkin' about?" Sans one red eye raised at you his grin fading to a frown and his finger trailing the socket of him rim as if trying to decide whether to pull it again or not. He pulls on it gentler than you normally see him and he turns away ignoring your question.
"WELL WORRY NOT THEN HUMAN! I THE GREAT PAPYRUS SHALL INTRODUCE MYSELF AGAIN! I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS!" You couldn't help that nagging feeling in the back of your brain that told you he was nice but was going to be really, really, annoying.
In what would have made you taken at least six steps to walk the tall skeleton did in two, standing beside the couch you lay on. He reached out a gloved hand towards you but didn't try to force you to take it. You weren't sure what was up with this guy optimism and it startled you. Either he was an amazing genius who could fake emotions like a sociopath or...he was actually like this in general. You couldn't believe him to honestly be as he acted when Sans was his brother.
Now you had two skeletons on either side of the couch blocking you in. Papyrus blocking you in with his hand out tilting his head to the side wondering whether you'd take his hand or not and Sans who had gone back to smiling at you with his red eye.
You weren't sure what to do. Seriously, this was a fucked up crazy ass situation... What happened to your boring skeleton free lifestyle?
Papyrus pulled his hand away realizing you weren't going to take his hand and instead cleared his throat. "WELL HUMAN, UH, I WILL ASSIST YOUR BROTHER IN FINDING THESE, ER CANDY THINGS OF HIS. SANS BE SURE TO MAKE THE HUMAN FEEL COMFORTABLE."
You didn't notice the look Sans had given you when you shot his brother down but you heard it in his voice. It felt cold and dark behind you. "yep."
Papyrus straightened his back up and turned towards the door. "Eerr, wait a minute I'm sure Victors doing fine. You didn't bring anyone else with you, did you? Right?" You didn't want the skeleton near your brother but with him being here you weren't sure he was the only one either.
"OF COURSE NOT HUMAN. ONLY I THE GREAT PAPYRUS WAS NEEDED TO TRACK MY BROTHER DOWN. WELL...UH, ALSO WITH THE HELP OF YOUR BROTHER AS I AM NOT ALLOWED TO DRIVE ACCORDING TO YOUR POLICEMEN. I MUST SAY THOUGH HUMAN I AM VERY HAPPY MY BROTHER HAS FOUND HIMSELF A GIRLFRIEND I WAS WORRIED HE WAS-"
"WHAT?" It was your turn to adjust the volume on your mouth.
"Geez bro, I said we were still chewing the fat."
"LIKE HELL WE ARE BONEBOY! I WANT YOU OUT AS SOON AS POSSIBLE, CATKILLER!" You suddenly twisted to the side gripping your head painfully. It felt like someone smashed a rock into it and you vaguely remember how your night went. You remembered getting Shawn to leave for his safety and being chased around the house, Sans dragging you across the floor, stealing your knives, running around in your backyard jungle and him killing your cat.
You suddenly flinch away from Sans towards Papyrus and landed on not just the floor but the taller skeletons metal booted feet. You let out a yelp of pain and before Papyrus could help lift you up off his feet you were sitting up pointing at Sans. "YOU KILLED MY CAT YOU ASSHOLE YOU BETTER HOPE I DONT PASS OUT OR IM SHOVING THE FIRE POKER DOWN YOUR THROAT."
Sans eye went wide from your sudden outburst but his smile stretched across his face again and his eyes lowered towards you. "heh, if yer gonna poke at me for fun sweetheart your gonna have to make it hot." You wanted to scream in rage at him, beat him to death with the fire poker, melt his bones in an incinerator till there was nothing left.
Papyrus beat you to the yelling part.
"SANS WHAT'S THIS ABOUT A CAT?" Papyrus looks at Sans and you regretted your treatment of the taller skeleton. The skeleton frowned at Sans his stony expression making the short skeleton turn away from him. Sans shuffled his feet a bit around the couch looking down to his feet. He carefully looked up at Papyrus with his good eye. Sans voice cracked with guilt. "heh, cat say nothing." You were about to lose it and actually start a screaming match at him but a noise near the door caught your attention.
"Not to worry guys." Victor stood there a bag of nasty butterscotch candy in one hand and a very pissed off looking white cat under his other arm.
"GHOST!" She was alive! You couldn't believe your brother just stood there holding her as if nothing had ever happened to her. The cats tail twitched and her face was scrunched up as if someone tried to force feed her garbage. You heard a sigh behind you. Sans gripping the couch slumping over a little relieved he didn't kill the furball. He had no idea how he was going to make it up to you.
"So, sis. Your gonna eat these wonderful candies of mine, and then I have a lot of information I don't want to do but an explanation is in order. So I suggest everyone get comfortable cause we may be in for a long night. Paps can you help her off the floor please?" Victor strutted in holding Ghost under his arm pointing to you as Papyrus bent over holding out his arms for you to take. You didn't refuse this time not just because your brother asked him to do it but because you made an ass of your self to believable decent...skeleton. As soon as you were on the couch you felt the cushion next to you sink deep as Sans took a seat next to you. He seemed lazy and laid back now that your cat wasn't' dead he didn't have to worry about it. You leaned away from him as much as you could but old fashion couches like this were meant to bring people close to each other even if one of them didn't want to be near at all.
Papyrus moved out of the way as Victor walked past Sans an almost amused smirk on his face as he plopped the cat down you and Sans. Ghost, immediately let out a hiss at Sans and tried to jump over the back of the couch. Some blue glow suddenly grabbed her tail and shoved her back down. Victor reached out and grabbed her neck, tossing the candy he was holding into your lap.
He held the cat out to his face and she let out a low growl. "Don't even think about it." Victors voice was darker than you remember it ever being. You've never seen him threaten anyone before much less a cat. He held Ghost out to Sans who was tugging on his eye socket when he noticed he was being offered the cat. You felt morbid why was he handing your cat over to Sans of all people?
Sans seemed just as confused. "Um..." He narrowed his eyes at the cat then you and Victor. He wasn't sure what was going on either but as gently as he could be he held the spitting furball in his lap. She hissed and dug her claws in trying to pull away from him but he held her there despite her fuss.
"Good, trust me when I say don't let her go. She hard as hell to track down and the only reason I found her so soon was sheer luck. Eat. Those." He looked at you as you tried to hid the candy from sight. You reluctantly opened one and stuck it in your mouth. The taste of butterscotch melted over your tongue and you wanted to gag it back out. Instead, you swallowed the candy whole trying to get the taste out as soon as possible.
Sans looked at you, your throat, licking his lips watching the candy slide down your throat. He wondered how much you could take down... The cat in his lap wasn't helping his train of thoughts as her tiny claws tried to scratch into his bones he imagined it was your teeth. He could feel himself heating up in his pants. The cat in his lap stilled before she starting hissing more and tried twisting her body away from him.
Apparently, he wasn't the only one who could feel himself getting aroused but he held fast. He refused to pick up the cat afraid someone else in the room would notice his not so innocent attraction to you. Ghost, however, wasn't happy at the idea of being used as a loincloth and bit him on the hand.
After sitting watching sans fight Ghost you managed to swallow two more candies before Victor seemed Satisfied and invited Papyrus next to him on the adjacent couch from you.
Victor leaned back getting comfortable before speaking. A twinkle in his eyes as he looked at Sans.
"So let's start with Sans and Ghost. I'll let you pick first, sis. You want to know that Ghost is actually our dead aunt trying to get revenge on Sans by using one of us to kill him and the other monsters, or do you want to talk about the crush he has on you?" Your look of shock goes immediately to the cat in Sans lap.
Sans freezes before looking down at the cat in his lap. She stares back at him her ears pulled back and the familiar look of disgust had on early matched that of the cat.
Sans felt stuck between a rock and a hard place, a really hard place.