AN: warning there is dream torture in here so I'll put a warning there...hope you enjoy. Disclaimer: I do not own undertale and it's characters. Just my OCs.
Sans scrubbed his face with his left hand in mild irritation. The short skeleton thoughts were going into overdrive. 'Is she even…'he trailed off. He shook his skull, stuffing his hand back in his pockets. 'Of course she was human...right?'
"SANS!"
He jumped at the sudden voice of his brother.
'oh no...Papyrus…'
"SANS! YOU LAZYBONES, WHERE HAVE YOU GONE OFF TOO?"
Sans peered past the gate bridge, spotting his quickly approaching brother. He must make a decision and fast. Fixing his eye lights upon the unconscious human, he noticed the weak shiver that wracked her body. The sign of heat escaping from her body and fast. If he left the strange human here, she would most definitely die from hypothermia. A thought of dread past though him, 'what if the human wakes up and ends up attackin' my bro?' Heavily contemplating, the short skeleton looked once more back up at his brother's silhouette in the distance, which happened to be pacing in front of Sans' messy hot dog stand/sentry station.
"SANS, YOU AREN'T EVEN AT YOUR POST! YOU BETTER NOT BE NAPPING SOMEWHERE!"
A whimper escaped her lips, making him feel the slowly building guilt. He groaned lowly, officially coming to a conclusion, "now or never." Quickly scooping up the girl, he slipped away in one of his shortcuts, leaving a yelling Papyrus behind.
The familiar of the empty void enveloped him almost suffocating. It left an uneasy feel and quite uncomfortable. Though he didn't like to be in the void for long, it was the easiest and laziest; according to Papyrus, transportation and it definitely beats walking everywhere.
His 'shortcut' landed him in his locked bedroom. He expertly maneuvered his way, past the massive sock collection he kept scattered all over the floor, to the large, worn mattress he shoved in the far right corner of the room. Sans carefully placed Eva down upon the uncovered mattress, the old springs creaked and groaned under the pressure of her unconscious form.
Eva shivered once more, making Sans realize that she needed some dry clothes before she ended up with a cold or worse. He quickly set into action. Shuffling around his room, smelling random clothing that were the most clean-ish possible. Highly doubt she could fit any of Papyrus' clothes.
'him and his hot pants…'
After a minute of searching, he wrangled up a stained white-ish baggy shirt and his old pj pants. Placing them on the nightstand near his bed, Sans turned back to look at the human. With minor struggling, he managed to slip off the soaked hoodie, (with glowing blue cheekbones) her shirt, and pants. Though he had seen his fair share of naked monster women, it was a first for a female HUMAN. Different anatomy structure and all...his skull was now a shade of light navy. To prevent further embarrassment, he dressed her with the clothes he provided. She quivered a little, still cold from the snow's vicious bite.
Knowing this would eventually hand his non-existent ass to him, Sans shrugged out of his large blue furred hoodie and blanked her with it (which she immediately snuggled up to). His breath hitched, the blushed, he tried to pushed back that threatened to paint his skull, returned full force.
He quickly aborted out of the room, leaving the human prisoner alone. Unknowing she was about to have a night terror.
(AN: *warning*)
Opening my eyes, my heart immediately dropped.
'No...this couldn't be happening...I escaped this hell!'
I was strapped to a stiff metal table. The smell of sterilized equipment, always made me nauseous with dread. I knew this could mean one thing. The evil man wanted to 'play'.
"Little Evaline has been very naughty. You broke daddy's nose", the silhouette mocked, very nasally from the swift hard kick to the nose.
'This has to be a dream...please let this be a dream'
The evil man's rough callused fingers snatched up my chin, forcing me to look at him.
"I assure you, baby girl. You ain't dreaming" he sneered, the gleam of the familiar scalpel drew closer to my left eye. I whimpered at the sight of the sharp object, as I tugged frantically on the leather cuffs that held me down. My heart hammered at top speed threatening to give out any moment, but the cruel fates wouldn't allow it.
My so called 'daddy' merely grinned at my mortified expression.
"Don't worry, my sweet Evaline, this will... most definitely hurt."
His cackled as the sharp edge of the utensil pierce through my iris.
I shot up from my lying position, a heart piercing shrill crawled its way from my lips. I clutched the strange fabric that was draped over my person, burying my face into it. I continued to scream until I felt bony hands wrapped around my shoulders and gently swayed me almost in a comforting way. Like a mother comforting a child.
"eva...sweetheart, s'okies. jus' a nightmare", a low voice murmured, soothing to the ears. One hand rubbed circles into my back while the other held me in a slight hug, attempting to calm me down.
"you're alright", the voice cooed firmly this time, "you're safe…"
My screams settled back into my throat as I eventually relaxed, nuzzling my head into my saviors chest. I accepting the darkness, knowing I was protected.
He laid her head back onto the mattress, covering her back up with his jacket. He slumped back in the kitchen chair he snatched from earlier, when he calmed from his embarrassing hilarity.
Raking a hand over his skull, Sans didn't expect for terror inducing nightmares. Stars, the screams that came from her, sounded like she was being tortured right in front of his eyelights.
'geez, kid, what made you scream like that?'
He was surprised it didn't disturb his bro. How loud it was, would've made him attempt to barrel down the door.
Before he could stop his hands, Sans was reached over to wipe the salty tears that still leaked from her closed lids. That's where he realized...his hand was cupping the side of her face, his thumb drawing invisible designs on her cheek...and Eva inherently leaning into the touch!
'abort! abort!'
His eyes lights suddenly disappeared, the skeleton took a sharp breath, jerking his hand staring at opposing digit in slight horror. 'why did i do that?' Not trusting his next actions, Sans blipped out of the room. He was in desperate need to clear his skull...of the human.
'i-i'm goin'ta grillby's…'
When I awoke, the first thing I noticed was this strange...trash...tornado?!
Not only did it have trash swirling lazily around the constantly moving object but a plate of spaghetti and a sleeping dog...I giggled a little at the snoozing K-9 but the spaghetti went with the lines as weird. Sitting up I observed my surroundings...huh deja-vu much? The mattress was kinda lumpy but considering how well I slept, I couldn't complain. On the shag carpet of a floor, was different sized socks and empty ketchup packets, definitely NOT judging.
Shoved in the opposite corner of the mattress, a treadmill gathered dust. Obviously not used, judging by the giant floppy red bow that covers half the majority of the machine. Of course socks would be draped over it. Man, whoever lives here must have a serious sock obsession or something because that is some serious dedication for a fan of clothed footwear. I looked down at myself and realised that I wasn't wearing my own clothes.
'...someone dressed me...meaning I was once...OH MY STARS! SOMEONE SAW ME IN MY BIRTHDAY SUIT!'
After I calmed down from my figuratively steam bath, I placed my feet on the shagged carpet. Wiggling my toes through the dark blue fibers, I contemplated my next move.
...I wanted to explore..no I was itching to explore.
Hopping off the mattress, I put on the blue hoodie I found on the floor and I made my way to the door...which happened to be locked? "Wha..." I trailed off, the dreaded realization washed over me like a giant waterfall. Clutching the door handle tightly, I jiggled it desperately struggling the locked door. Its groan of the frame keeping it in place mocked me. "UGH!" I growled out in frustration, taking my hand off. Raking my hand through my hair, I thought up a plan. Searching around the room I spotted the only way other than the door was the window. Rushing towards the foggy glass, I gazed out.
No drain pipes...curses. I soon realized I'm on the second story. 'Well…' I stared at the piles and piles of snow below. 'It's now or never…'
I got my nerves in check. Opening the window was tricky, as if it wasn't used to pressure. It groaned and squeaked as I pushed it outward. The chilled breath caressed my nose, nipping it slightly. I paused and listened for alerted feet.
Nothing…
I sighed and climbed the frame of the window to sit at its edge. I slid off...and landed on my left arm. A sickening crunch invaded my ears and the next thing I know agonizing howls and whimpers rang throughout the underground. My arm was instantly numb from the awkward position it held.
I called for help…
...Somebody came.
"OH FELLOW MONSTER, ARE YOU IN NEED OF ANY ASSISTANCE!