A little bit of a rant...
A little heartfelt feeling and a little ha ha's with a lot of what the fuck cliff hangers. Happy holidays. :D MUHAHAHAHAHA
and some of you thought I was evil giving you a Christmas present like this...hhhmmmm, you were probably right with all the cliff hangers.
Also a shout out to SeaRose88
I got like 800 words in then I stopped writing the chapter, but her (i assume her cause this is a romance and I know very few guys interested in romance) reviews managed to hit me in my little black heart so I kept writing.
I think I live for praise like that. So Thank you in return I dedicate this torture chapter of cliff hangers to you. :D
0.0 Also I may be a sadist cause I love to torture you guys.
hmmm, live off of praise and give punishment. I may have to consider becoming a dominatrix... or making a story about one... I'll get back to you guys on that.
ANYWAYS HAPPY HOLIDAYS.
Sans was scanning the list Vitor had collected over the past years since he was a teen. A list of men responsible for Annettes own hell hole. At least Sans only had one person to blame for his hell hole... even if he couldn't remember the child's name. He would know it when he found her.
Maybe...
He put the thought out of his mind. He wanted to find these men more than that kid right now. Unfortunately, Victor had been right. Some were out of his reach for now protected by the law enforcement vision of justice: a cell block.
Too many cameras would be able to catch him in the Act. Unless he got Alphys to somehow disable the cameras, but he was still pissed at her for playing part in his attempted execution. The yellow lizard monster had been lucky to have been in favor of the queen letting her survive long enough until the barrier broke. He should have kicked her into the lava at hot land when he had the chance.
But it didn't matter to him now whether she lived or died. He couldn't say the same about the Queen. He still wanted her dead. Unbitch.
"Hey." Sans swirled to see Victor pulling a file out the open case he had on the table. Visitors unwounded hand holding it out to him. Sans pulled the file to him and opened it on the table. His eye flashed wide and a dark chuckle left him. There were summaries on people Sans had the list of. Some even had pictures of men in business suits walking to building unaware there pictures had even been taken. Others were pictures of men who had a lot less financial backing and had been forced to take profile pictures when they went to jail.
Sans snickered his smile stretch slowly across his face.
Victor was good almost too good. He had a list of prisons that some of the inmates had gone to some missing small pieces of detail.
He picked one up and held it to his face.
The man had deep sockets and an unkempt goatee on with rough looking skin and tattered hair. He looked like he slept in an alleyway most of his life and if the glint in his eye was anything to go by he didn't feel guilty about what he had done. Only guilty that he had been caught.
Sans tried to imagine this man touching Annette but couldn't picture the woman holding still for him to do what he wanted. What had they done to her to force her to comply? Instead of tugging on his eye socket he found himself caressing the photo of the man.
Had he been on the street and a stranger saw him doing it they would have thought him to be remembering a lover, they wouldn't have guessed he was planning which parts to cut off first. It would have been the nose first, definitely the nose.
"How-" Sans thought over his words not wanting Victor to see any signs that he may or may not have been...angry. "-How did they get her?"
Victor's eyes looked at him in surprise before his eyes began to study the pattern on his shoes. He pulled his arms closer and bit his lip it wasn't hard to tell that Victor was trying to hide his unease.
Sans looked away thinking of trying to word his thoughts better but a mumble caught his attention his eyes looking back at Victor.
"What?" Sans wasn't sure if he was hearing it right.
"I...I said-" Victor mumbled the last part again. Sans stood up this time and leaned in closer to him. "What was that?"
"I...I said it was...me." Sans's red-eye light filled his eye socket.
"hehe, you wanna fill me in there buddy? Cause it sounds like you might be trying to dig your own grave there."
Victor looks up at sans and meets his eye. His eyes are narrowed at him almost threateningly.
"It's not what you think." He hisses out at him teeth clenched. Sans stares at him and eventually Victor's eyes drop back to the floor. A very interesting floor with no pattern and barely a texture.
He wasn't as brave as Sans had originally thought of the man, very unlike his sister. He was almost more like Papyrus than he was the snobby brat who threw him into a bush with magic when he first got here.
"she was trying to protect me." Victor's voice dropped to a whisper. "Dad threatened her by using me. Said stuff like he slit my throat and whatnot." Sans rolled his eyes, humans and there excuses.
"and you fucking let her go?" Sans felt his non-existent lip curl and teeth bare. It was apparent that Victor had to choose his words carefully not to set the skeleton off, but then again, the point was to set him off. He just needed to make sure the teeth and claws were facing in the right direction.
"Dude, I was like six at the time." Sans fell quiet a headache slowly forming where he should have had most of his skull. That was a pretty good excuse. children would have had a hard time standing up to an adult and not get hurt or worse. He would know, there were plenty of human children that fell to the ruins and even the ones that tried to fight didn't last long.
He stuffed his hands in his pockets debating whether to pull his socket again when he felt something curl around his phalanges. He pulled out what looked like long locks of black hair, Annette's black hair.
When did he get this? He seemed to recall the time in the car with her getting angry at him for being there, but angrier at Shawn's betrayal. Made him angry too stupid meat bag wasn't supposed to tell him about the thief. He was only supposed to get scared and leave him and the lady alone. He remembered when she had finally opened the car door and he pulled her out to get her away from the other male. She even threatened him in another language.
French was supposed to be the language of love but that wasn't french, didn't sound like french. She had said something else though too didn't she? It was something to the other male when she was out of the car. Something in the same language...
Sans looked up to see Victor staring at him confusingly. Had he been talking to him?
Victor's eyes were glancing back and forth between the hair in his hands and San's eye socket. Sans pinched the hair in his finger and brought it up to sniff keeping his eyes on Victor's face. The smell of earth and something old dug into his nasal passage as Victor gave a disgusted sneer before peeling his eyes away from the skeleton. Sans felt his cheek pull back into a half-cocked smile.
"libera...te ex...inferis." Sans had a hard time pulling the words from his mouth that was bugging him.
Victor's head snapped over to him his eyes directly on the skeleton eyes wide and mouth clenched. "What? What did you say?"
Sans repeated himself keeping his eyes on Shawn the shocked expression ingraining into his face Victor's breath catching on an invisible force. "who?" Came out of his mouth in hushed whispers.
"yer, sis," Sans said flatly.
"To..to who?"
Sans smiled making sure he showed Victor all his teeth. "ta' me. now tell me what it means."
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Annette stood in front of the bathroom door trying to debate if she should have a shower or not. She had told herself she was going to have one when she got home but with a crazed obsessed skeleton in the house not to mention his also, possibly crazy, brother...and her crazy brother in the house it didn't seem like a good idea. The cat still in her arms looked up at her with a scowl as if the bathroom was the worst place to be but her shirt clung to her body sticky from sweat and her jeans were not just sticky as well but were now covered in graveyard dirt. Then there was the matter of her hands that still held missing fingernails. They needed proper cleaning assuming they weren't yet infected by now by dead people dirt or skeleton bits.
"mroew" Ghost huffed in your arms waiting for you to make a decision. Did Victor really think that this was your aunt who had been so kind to you and him? Had it not been for her she would have been stuck with her father longer than necessary which was not at all. Annette's mother would have been stuck longer with her. While the woman had never done anything to hurt you specifically she also never did anything to help you. Literally nothing.
That was the way of your family. Brainwash the woman till there dolls and that's what your mother was, a soulless husk of what she should have been. She no longer felt the pain that her husband or anyone else threw at her. She simply followed orders that were given to her and nothing more.
It's what Annette could have turned into if it wasn't for her aunt and the fact the family ran out of money. No money meant no hiring professionals to brainwash her into submission.
Ghost made another groaned out meow at her before she sighed and pushed open the bathroom. The old porcelain tub with orange stains greeted you first next to the inoperable sink and the cracked tiled floor and peeling wallpaper.
The worst place to put the wallpaper was a bathroom all the humidity had made it hang off in large clumps.
Annette shut the door behind her and locked it. She set Ghost down on the tile before proceeding to strip off her clothing throwing it onto the floor not caring where it landed.
Once her shirt was off she could see Ghost standing on her hind legs looking into the toilet with the strongest glare she had ever seen on the cat before. Looking over the cat's head she could see strange red stains marking the toilet bowl.
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What the fuck? "The hell is that Ghost?" The cat only tuned to look at her and glare before going back down to the floor and standing near the tub waiting for her. The cat let out a huff and looked away from her nose in the air.
Yeah, this was supposed to be her aunt Mel.
The woman was a godsend to her and her brother. The only reason being they were children of her sister. Her sister who once wasn't brainwashed by her fathers fucked up family. Her house had brought their father here thinking that there was money around to be made by befriending his sister-in-law. Aunt Mellissa was way smarter than her father had ever given her credit for. Mellisa had known why he showed up there. Annette could tell by how quickly her aunt's clenched smile fell whenever her father wasn't looking at her. A real smile that he never saw was always reserved for just her and Victor.
She really shouldn't be thinking about things like her aunt when she was in the bathroom naked with her cat. It was just weird.
"Where did you go, aunt Mel?" Had she been hallucinating in the catacombs? Something sharp pricked her legs and she looked down to see Ghost standing on her hind legs front claws out digging lightly into your flesh. Ghost let out a mewl and glared at you. She let go and sat back down her eyes never leaving yours.
The cat huffed before walking behind the tub and pawing at something. Annette shuffled her feet before taking a hesitant step forward just in time to see something metal fall from behind the tub. Annette jumped a little as the object rolled towards her.
Just a metal pipe from the no longer running radiator from behind the tub.
Terrific.
...wait.
It was Terrific!
If Sans came in while she was taking a bath she could smash the rest of his cranium in with it. "heh-" That was close Sans laugh almost became her laugh for a moment there. The hell was wrong with her? She bent over and picked up the pipe. It should be safe to bath with...
"Good kitty." She smiled fondly at the cat as it came back out from the hiding place from behind the tub. Ghost only scoffed at her before putting her tail in the air and jumping on to the edge of the tub. The cat turned back to you as if to say 'well you getting in or not?'
"Careful kitty, don't want to get your fur wet do you." Ghost seemed to glare harder at her.
"You're in a mood aren't you." Another glare.
"Your suppose to be a cat, not a bitch." Ghost hissed at you this time and raised a clawed paw.
Nothing about this cat made her think of her aunt.
Not the way she glared...maybe.
Not the way she would follow you around the house to keep you company...wait...Aunt Mel did that too. Annette's heartbeat started to kick a little faster.
...not the way her aunt Mel would eat her food... then again Annette wouldn't have been happy to live off cat food and mice either...even as a cat...
no.
Not the way she would try and lead you around the house to follow her... unless her aunt found her self unable to speak and only meow...
Annette stared at Ghost sitting on the tub's ledge... just like her Aunt Mellissa would when she was getting ready to bath her niece.
Annette found her legs feeling weaker than ever before and liked a snapped twig she suddenly found her legs beneath her on the floor small cuts from the broken tile digging into her skin. Like her mother, she couldn't feel the pain as she continued to stare at her cat. Clenching the metal pipe in her hand tightly.
"A-Aunt Mellisa?"
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Papyrus didn't dislike puns he found them enjoyable, he just didn't like how Sans managed to make up so many or how dark they usually were. The superman puns weren't that bad in comparison to what he normally had to deal with...with blood and bodies... Queen Undyne had become a different person. He hadn't noticed right away even after his brother had come back with a gaping hole in his head. Papyrus wasn't stupid though like the great puzzles he created was able to figure out the one between his brother and old friend.
Undyne had changed, the hunger had changed her.
It's why sans went to the city in the first place. The great Papyrus knew what his brother was doing for the queen, collecting human meat to feed the ravenous monsters of the underground. Especially the ones that refused to eat anything but humans now... those did scare him...just a little though.
Right now he was more worried about the small human female. His brother and Victor were up to something in that room with the fireplace but had left it a little while ago to Victor's old room on the second floor. Another puzzle for another time.
Annette was a different puzzle altogether. An impressively strong puzzle to have managed to get his brother to look at her in a way that wasn't food. At least he hoped. He wanted to find the human and confront her on her feeling for his brother. Did she hate him? She clearly knows about his...messier hobbies. In the underground, they didn't have a choice but to eat what they could get there hands on.
There weren't underground anymore and the idea that Sans was still killing humans bugged him. He knew it was to keep the stubborn crazed monsters from overstepping their bounds with the humans until they could get a better footing with the humans at least.
Papyrus was a genius though and learned that this temporary peace wouldn't last. Undyne had sworn war against humans and he doubted she had changed her mind since coming to the surface.
This truce wouldn't last forever he knew but,...
What would happen to Sans's human? and her brother?
He needed to find her. To somehow warn her...
Papyrus stood in the lobby looking around there were a lot of rooms here for her to be in. The staircase in front of him leading up to bedrooms and bathrooms while the downstairs led to more public areas like libraries, dining hall...her kitchen.
Her kitchen had been atrocious... even with all the blood and body parts in his kitchen he found his to still be better. Like a better working stove and a microwave. Some of those tools in the kitchen he wasn't even sure what they were for so he couldn't decide if those were better than what he had or if he had the better tools. He did notice all the cutlery missing undoubtfully due to his brother taking them and stashing them into his sharp objects collection.
The great Papyrus doesn't have time to be thinking about kitchens right now. He must find the human.
He wasn't sure where she was but he would find her.
He turned toward the staircase and with his long legs, he bolted over them seven steps at a time due to his long legs. His head almost scraping the ceiling as he got closer to the top of the staircase. Once at the top he found himself hunching to keep from scraping the low ceiling. It seemed the second-floor levels had a much lower ceiling due to humans being the main occupants of the building.
Unluckily for him and his height.
He had to shuffle to the hallway at the beginning of it. He peered down the corridor to see it dimly lited.
That probably wasn't good for the human's eyes. He would have to fix it later.
Examining the hallway he figured he could enter but would have to sit down in order to turn around in it if the human wasn't there. The low ceiling and close walls made him feel a little Closter phobic but tight spaces were something he had gotten used too.
With a sigh, he trudged off into the hallway sniffing around trying to smell anything that smelled...feminine. Mostly he smelled water, rot, rust, and mildew. This place was filthy how did the human live this way?
He would have a different job to do once he found her and warned her.
He raised his head a little too high and his skull scrapped the ceiling pieces of white chalk-like substance fell landing over his clothes. He just washed those.
Halfway down the hall and he still didn't smell the human. What was her scent like? He had pictured something soft like flowers but then again, she didn't seem to be the type who was into soft things. Which was a good thing if she was to date his brother.
A bit further and he stopped he could see a window that led to the outside of the house. The sky was a dull color and he wondered when he and Sans had slept last.
Sans probably not too long ago since he was such a lazybones...
and the human...he didn't know.
As Papyrus began to pull away from the window something shiny caught his eye. A light dancing from outside the window on the ceiling drew his attention back to see a shiny blue car pull into the driveway. Who was that?
It couldn't be... it couldn't be Annette's father, could it? Victor had said something about him getting out soon right?
He let out a large sigh of relief as on older prune-like woman stepped out from the car. A funny feathered hat on her head and a tine white purse clutched tightly in her hand as she seemed to try and adjust the white gloves on her hands. She looked up at the house and Papyrus could see her squinting at it her lips pulled to a point like she had consumed something sour in her mouth. Her lip pulled up into a sneer before turning away from the windows and making her way to the front door her steps practically a march to the house.
Papyrus pulled back from the window. Who was that? Did Annette and Victor have a grandma? An old neighbor maybe...there were no houses nearby. The idea it might be their grandma excited him. Grandparents cooking was supposed to be wonderful! Of course, even if it wasn't he would eat it happily anyway.
A loud chime rang from thew the hallway assaulting his hears horribly before the noise sputtered and died. Something else that would need to be fixed. Papyrus sat in the hallway and carefully maneuvered his way till he was facing the way he had come. Standing a little again he began to make his way back down the hallway unsure whether someone was going to get the door or not.
Papyrus felt like his chest was getting bigger and he tried to hurry down the hall in hopes of reaching the door first. He tried to focus his hearing down the hallway to listen if anybody was getting the door. He felt eager to greet this new prune looking, human.
Sans probably would not eat her since he did not like prunes...Papyrus paused.
She was not a prune though, she was an older human woman.
He best hurry.
CLIFF HANGERS! MUHAHAHAHAHA