The first thing that came to Lena's attention was the pounding ache in the front of her head, centered just behind her eyes. She released a soft groan as she raised her hands to her head...or, she would have. Only one of her hands would move. Cracking her eyes open the slightest bit, she glanced down at her immobile hand to figure out why it wasn't functioning. Her eyes flew open completely, green hues widening as a pale red flush spread across her freckled cheeks. Bony fingers were threaded through her own, holding on tightly, as though it were the only thing keeping them attached to reality. It was then that other things began to come to her attention...
Sans was curled into her side, skull resting on her chest, his other arm not occupied with holding her hand wrapped snugly around her waist. 'Ohh my god, I must still be asleep...Yeah, that's it.' She turned her head slightly to glance behind her, finding a stack of pillows where Papyrus had been sitting. Where had he gone? Since when did Sans get back? Why was he sleeping on her couch? ...Why was he sleeping with her on her couch? And so closely, too... She shook her head slightly, pushing the questions away and instead deciding to figure out where everyone else had wandered off to. She turned her head to glance around the room and felt her blush increase tenfold when she saw her friends sitting at her kitchen table. Papyrus was giving her a pleasant smile, digging in happily to his healthy cornflakes while Brit sat and stirred her sugary cereal, giving her 'The Look'.
"Put the eyebrows down, right now."
"Can't. They're up and they're dancin' because wow, I'm seeing my OTP being played out IRL-"
"Brit!" the flustered woman whispered harshly, trying to keep quiet enough not to disturb the sleepy skeleton clinging to her waist. As embarrassing as it was, she really didn't want him to let go...yet.
"WHAT IS AN 'OTP'?"
"Ohhh my god-"
"Papyrus, please, don't encourage her!" Her friend cackled mischievously and Papyrus, the poor thing, simply glanced between the two of them, utterly confused. Lena was about to continue scolding her friend when she felt stirring on the couch next to her. She turned to look at Sans just as his eyesockets opened, and...boy, was his face always that close? Her ears burned as she leaned her head back a bit, trying to ignore the faint flush of blue across his cheekbones and failing miserably. "S-sorry if we woke you..." she muttered softly, her hand giving his a small squeeze just seconds before he slid away from her completely, expression flat.
"No prob. Mornin' Pap. What's for breakfast?" He stood and got up as if nothing at all had happened, and Lena only felt a slight bit of disappointment.
"CEREAL, BECAUSE HUMAN BRIT SAID THAT EARLY MORNINGS ARE FOR SQUARES. SHE IS FAR TOO MUCH LIKE YOU, BROTHER! PLEASE DO NOT RUIN THE HUMAN LENA IN THIS WAY AS WELL!" Brit gave a heavy snort and shrugged her shoulders, and Lena saw her try to give Sans 'The Look' as well, but he sidestepped it easily, sliding into the chair next to Papyrus and reaching for the box of corn flakes. He reached a bony hand into the bag and pulled out a handful, ignoring his brother's complaints as he shoved them into his mouth.
"Your mouth opens? How come it doesn't when you talk?" Sans raised a browbone at the confused human, wiggling his fingers and giving a shit-eating grin.
"Maaaagic!"
"That's such a bullshit answer. How do you even? Do you have a tongue? You can't swallow food without one. How do you eat? God, it's gonna kill me if I don't find out now!" She raised her hands to grip at her head, whining and writhing in her chair, slowly sliding down until only her head was visible over the edge of the table.
"SANS! WE DO NOT WANT TO KILL THE HUMAN!" Lena rolled her eyes and got up to join her friends at the table, leaning over to flick the human on the forehead. She ignored her friend's cry and slid into the chair across from Sans, grabbing one of the bowls set in the center of the table and pouring herself some breakfast. (Corn flakes and Lucky Charms, the breakfast of champions.)
"Nah, not usually. Don't need none of that. Magic. Literally, it's the only answer," the shorter skeleton drawled lazily, giving a short snort of amusement as Brit struggled to climb back into her chair from where she'd fallen to the floor.
"You say 'not usually'. Does that mean that you can have one? How?" Papyrus rolled his eyes and dug into his cereal, pointedly ignoring his brother who chuckled. His left eye gave a small flash of blue, and he opened his jaw wide. A blue tongue was suddenly where the empty blackness was before, and she tried not to, really, she did, but Lena sucked in a breath, her face hot. Brit whistled, eyebrows raised.
"Duuuude... That's pretty hot."
"Brit!" Lena cried, reaching over to slap her friend on the shoulder, who laughed and raised her hands to protect herself.
"What? Still not as good as Jordan's. You wanna talk about a Gene Simmons motherfucker, that's him, right there-"
"Oh my god, please, do not..." The auburn haired woman raised her hands to cover her face, fully and completely mortified. Sans glanced between the two women curiously, eyes lingering on Lena for a moment, scientific mind at work furiously trying to discern her reaction. "Anyway... Thank you guys, for coming over yesterday..."
"Hey, don't even worry about it, babe. It's what friends are for, right, Paps?" The taller skeleton nodded eagerly, skull a blur of motion in his enthusiasm.
"YES, THAT IS RIGHT! AND THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS ALSO THE GREATEST OF FRIENDS!" Bless him, Lena couldn't help but smile fondly up at him. Clearing a throat he didn't have, Sans set the box of corn flakes back on the table and gave a shrug of his shoulders.
"Yeah, 's no big." She nodded, looking down at her bowl as she struggled to find words. Brit could sense this, though, as she could with many things, and reached out to ruffle her hair.
"Anyway, about tonight..." she trailed off, lips curving up into a devious smile. "We're goin' out. There's this place that just opened up on the outskirts of Tristin, about five minutes down from the old ice cream place, that serves some wicked drinks. And you boys," she pointed to Papyrus and Sans, her grin widening, "are coming with us!"
"Huh? Since when?" Sans piped up, raising a browbone, and Brit clicked her tongue at him, shaking her index finger.
"It's non-negotiable, obviously. Unless you want me and Lena to go out drinking all by ourselves... Hell, maybe we can pick up some guys while we're out." She didn't miss the subtle clench of his jaw, and her eyes narrowed. "Yeah! I mean, I'm married, but it's been a while since I've taken her out to try and get her a date..."
"Y'know, I think we will go."
"BUT SANS, YOU WERE JUST SOUNDING LIKE YOU DID NOT WANT TO GO. WHY THE SUDDEN CHANGE IN-"
"I was just foolin'. Wanted to go the whole time." His eyesockets narrowed at the scheming human, his grin pulled taut as she gave him a positively victorious smirk. Damn her.
"Great! So, you boys go and pick out your best clothes! We're gonna go out in style!" Lena did not like the sound of this, and her eyes flickered between her friend and Sans uncomfortably, sensing something going on between them, but not sure of what it was. "Meanwhiiiiiile..." An arm was suddenly around her torso, a hand not-so-subtly brushing the underside of her breast. "I'm gonna get this cutie ready. Meet back here in eighteen-hundred hours!"
"WHAT? WHY SO LONG FROM NOW? IT WOULD BE FAR MORE CONVENIENT TO SAY IT IN DAYS, HUMAN."
"...God you're precious."
It was only when they were practically shoved out of the human's apartment door and his brother ran off to decide what to wear that Sans finally felt the gravity of the situation. He'd woken up, practically wrapped around the human's waist. A flush of blue covered his skull and he let his skull fall into his hands, groaning. 'What the fuck is wrong with me?' He'd seen the look Brit had been giving them and- oh stars, Papyrus had seen! His embarrassment was surely going to kill him, he decided. With his 1 HP, this was how he was going to die.
'She didn't move away, though...' he thought, feeling his soul give a little flutter where it resided within his chest. Maybe she'd just been too polite. Yeah. That sounded like something Lena would do. He shook the thoughts off and headed toward his own apartment, intent on taking a nap before they left (even though he only just woke up).
It took him a while to realize that he'd had his first night of uninterrupted sleep in stars knows how long.
He refused to think about it.
"I am not wearing that..." Brit groaned and threw her hands up into the air at her beloved friend's uncooperative attitude, tossing the shirt she'd been holding onto the bed.
"And why not? Flaunt it if you got it!" The redhead's cheeks flushed a deep red when she saw the other woman holding up the pair of jeans Undyne had picked out for her, eyebrows raising comically when she noticed the skeletal hands on the back pockets. The question hung in the air, obvious before she could even open her mouth, and Lena shook her head firmly.
"Out of the question." Her friend rolled her eyes and sighed, turning back to dig through the closet.
"Look, babe, as much as I'd love to see you without clothes," she drawled, smirking at the flustered expression on the others' face, "I'm pretty sure we'll get kicked out for showin' up nude. ...Bet Sans wouldn't mind it eith-"
"OKAY! I'm gonna go take a shower. Pick something not indecent!" Lena pointed a finger at her friend, frowning with an expression that was intended to be stern, but came across more embarrassed than anything. You'd think after so long she'd be used to it. She pushed herself up from her seat on the edge of her bed and grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head quickly before tossing it to the floor carelessly. Her pants followed, and as she bent down to push the fabric down her legs, she caught sight of Brit's eyes on her, eyebrows wiggling madly. She rolled her eyes and threw her pants at the other woman, giggling as she flailed and pretended to be struck, leaning heavily against the wall. "Dork." Her bra and panties followed suit shortly, falling to the floor as she quickly made her way toward her bathroom. The door was left open (why bother, when Brit would just come in anyway?) and she quickly turned on the water, hopping in.
Left alone and finally without a presence to tell her 'no', Brit dug through the other woman's closet and drawers for the perfect outfit. Not that she was usually one to dress up herself, but she was a woman on a mission, and that mission was to set her friend up. And god dammit, she was going to accomplish her goal, even if it killed her!
A mischievous, borderline devious expression passed over her face and she giggled to herself, eyes narrowing dangerously. She knew exactly what to do.
It had taken quite a bit of explaining and reassuring for Sans to get the point across to his brother that eighteen-hundred hours was, in fact, another way of saying six o'clock PM and not saying that they were supposed to meet up in one thousand eight hundred hours. It might have been funny if he wasn't already so nervous about the outing, for reasons he didn't want to think about nor explain. Papyrus had gone all out getting dressed, putting on a pair of black dress pants and an orange button-up shirt, topped off with a pair of shiny black dress shoes, his red gloves, and his favorite red scarf. Mettaton would have a field day picking apart what was wrong with his wardrobe, of that Sans was certain.
"BROTHER, YOU HARDLY DRESSED UP AT ALL!" Papyrus suddenly cried, sounding disappointed as he gestured a gloved hand toward Sans. The shorter skeleton glanced down at himself, raising a browbone. He'd gone out of his way to put on a clean pair of jeans instead of his usual track shorts, a long-sleeved black shirt, and a royal blue sleeveless hooded jacket. He'd even traded in his slippers for a pair of black tennis shoes. A part of him wanted to feel the slightest bit offended, because he actually had tried to dress up, but he knew it was only because he wasn't wearing a tie. (Papyrus was, shockingly enough; a little black bowtie, hidden beneath his scarf.)
He shrugged, "Hey, I never look dressed up compared to you, bro. You're the best at dressin' nice." The compliment turned the tables quickly, and Papyrus grinned, giving a pleased "Nyeh" as he crossed his arms over his chest, nodding.
"INDEED! THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS THE BEST AT MANY THINGS, AND DRESSING SHARP IS MOST CERTAINLY ONE OF THEM." Sans chuckled and the taller skeleton pulled the glove on his left hand down a bit, exposing his Superman wristwatch. "THE HUMANS ARE RUNNING LATE. SHOULD WE NOT GO AND CHECK ON THEM?"
"Nah, 'm sure they'll be here soon. Don't worry about it."
They weren't kept waiting long. After another few minutes, the door to Lena's apartment came flying open, nearly sending Papyrus flying into the wall, if Sans hadn't grabbed him and sidestepped in time. Brit stood there, hands on her hips and looking absolutely victorious. "Thanks for waiting! Took me a bit longer to wrestle her into her clothes than I expected!" That was a mental image that was certainly...interesting. Brit hadn't actually changed that much, though she had done her make-up (she waved off Papyrus' complaints of her not having dressed up enough). She stepped out of the doorway and pulled Lena out with her, revealing her 'masterpiece'. Sans wasn't one for traditional standards of beauty, but even he had to admit that a little makeup did a lot. He found himself fascinated, wanting to ask if he could watch her apply it next time so he could see how it worked. (Damn his scientific mind.)
Lena was dressed in a black flare skirt (oh my) and a flowy green blouse with a neck just deep enough to show off 'the goods', as Brit so affectionately called them, and sleeves that hung off of her shoulders. The auburn haired woman looked uncomfortable, constantly tugging at the back of her skirt, as if she was afraid it wasn't long enough, even though it was perfectly fine. Sans found his eyes lingering, curious as to how the fabric hung so perfectly off of her, complimenting her figure. Her shoulders even had the smallest covering of freckles, just like her cheeks, and he suddenly found himself wondering if the rest of her skin was as soft as her hands.
'Stop stop, oh my god, what the fuck-'
"So! Ready to go?" Brit asked and oh, that bitch, she had a look on her face that just screamed mischief. Sans ripped his eyes away from the human he'd been admiring and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans, heading toward the parking lot.
"Yep. So ready."
"HUMAN LENA, YOU LOOK QUITE NICE! NOT AS NICE AS I, BUT YOU ARE STILL LOVELY!" Papyrus said generously, reaching out to pat a gloved hand on her shoulder, and Lena felt her face pull up into a small smile.
"Heh, thanks, Pappy." Sans kicked himself mentally, wondering why he didn't think of saying anything? But why would he? Friends didn't just randomly start complimenting each other, right? No, that'd be weird, unless you're Papyrus, in which case-
"Come on you guys, let's go!" Brit whined, grabbing Lena's hand and interlacing their fingers as she tugged her down the stairs and to the car. "Papyrus, you can drive, right? You didn't plan on drinking anyway, right?" The taller skeleton nodded excitedly, pulling a set of keys from his pocket, as though he'd planned it from the very beginning.
"ALLOW THE GREAT PAPYRUS TO CHAUFFEUR MY FRIENDS TO OUR DESTINATION OF FUN!"
They all piled into the red convertible and, after much demanding, he put the roof down, radio on full blast the entire fifteen minute drive.
When they pulled up in front of the place Brit had picked for them, there was a brief moment of silence that passed between them. It was a large place, with bright lights and music so loud that the bass was shaking the car windows. Lena immediately felt ill at ease, but she didn't have much chance to turn back, since she was already being pulled out of the car by her friend.
"C'mon, c'mon! I heard this place is awesome!" Sans shot her a skeptical glance, raising a browbone at her.
"Y'mean you've never been here?" She returned his brow raise with one of her own, along with a roll of her eyes.
"I'm a stay at home mom with two kids under three. There's a lot of places I've never been."
"IT IS SO NOISY! AND THERE ARE SO MANY PEOPLE! SANS, ISN'T THIS EXCITING?!" Sans took one glance around and immediately felt himself tense. There were far too many auras surrounding him, pushing in on him, and it was hard to hear over the sounds of the people and the music.
"Sure, bro." The short-haired human led their merry band of misfits inside, pushing past a few people toward an open table. The crowd parted quite quickly once they saw Papyrus' towering figure approaching, which Brit took as a bonus; Lena felt uncomfortable.
"Alright, you guys, I'll go and get our drinks!" She left without another word, without even asking what everyone wanted, and as soon as she was out of earshot, Lena leaned against the table with a sigh.
"She's exhausting sometimes. I can't even shower in peace when she's around..." Sans felt his browbone twitch slightly at that but played it off, closing his eyes and leaning back in his chair. "Um... I hope you don't mind going out..." He cracked an eyesocket open to glance over at her, and she suddenly seemed to realize what she said could be misconstrued, because she continued, "out with us to the bar, I mean." He gave a lazy roll of his shoulders, grinning.
"Snow problem. I'm a pretty chill guy, so I'm cool with it." Papyrus groaned and ran a gloved hand down his skull.
"DO NOT EVEN START! I CAME HERE TO HAVE A NICE TIME!" The shorter skeleton chuckled and shrugged, glancing around discreetly. There were already a dozen pairs of eyes on them, at least. Tonight would end up being less about having fun and more about keeping an eye on the other humans. Maybe he shouldn't have come afterall...
The clatter of a thick glass hitting the table startled him from his focus on those staring at them, and he glanced up to see Brit had set down a drink in front of him. It was red and smelled strongly of spices, and there was a stalk of something green sticking out of the glass. Frowning, he sent her a quizzical look, to which she snorted. "It's called a 'bloody mary'. Just trust me." He cocked a brow and gave a small grin, picking up the glass easily and raising it in the air.
"Christ of ya to buy me the first round, kiddo," he said, tipping the glass up to his mouth and taking a small, hesitant sip. 'Is this fucking spiked ketchup?' The taste of tomato and vodka hit him like a truck, and he wondered how on earth he hadn't learned about a drink this amazing before now. The humans sitting across from him looked pleased by his reaction, and Brit nodded, setting the next glass down in front of Papyrus. Chocolate milk, naturally.
"And for you, my love~" she purred, sliding a glass full of a gradient of red, orange and yellow in front of Lena. She had what looked like a glass of orange juice in her own hand which, surprisingly, was already half gone. "So, this place has some of the best screwdrivers I've ever had. Hands down."
"Screwdrivers, huh? Careful or you might get hammered." He sounded so pleased with himself, already laughing at his own joke, that the humans couldn't help but join in. Even Papyrus was smiling, though he didn't want to. Brit snorted.
"I saw that one coming from a mile away. Hate to throw a wrench into your plans, but that one just doesn't quite measure up," she drawled, raising her eyebrows in a silent challenge, and Lena quickly raised to drink from her glass as she could hear the unspoken words between them.
'Challenge accepted.'
It hadn't taken many drinks for Brit to start getting louder, as if she was slowly losing control over her own volume switches, and it became most obviously apparent when a new song came on over the speakers and she screamed, grabbing Lena and tugging on her arm.
"Babe, I fucking love this song right now!"
"Oh yeah?" she asked, playing along, seeing Sans staring at them curiously from the corner of her eye.
"Yeah. It's literally my life right now, okay?"
"You don't say..." Suddenly there was a very tipsy Brit in her face, arms wrapping around her neck to pull her closer.
"Will you dance with me? Please? Pretty please?" The other woman sighed and allowed her head to fall to one side.
"Alright, fine..." The cry of joy her friend gave made a grin pull at her lips and she suddenly found herself being pulled out of her chair and toward the dance floor. The taller woman interlaced their fingers, holding her hand securely in her own as she spun the both of them around. She regret it instantly, feeling the room spinning a bit more than usual beneath her feet. She stumbled a bit and Lena had to reach out to catch her, the two of them dissolving into giggles.
There was something about the light, and how it brought a soft glow to her skin, her eyes shining brighter, even from a distance. She was graceful on her feet, even with the alcohol running through her system, and she carefully avoided bumping into other random clubbers, all while keeping her friend on her feet, as well. 'She's so amazing...' His eyelights trailed leisurely along her figure, watching with an intensity as she twisted and turned. The sway of her hips was hipnotic (heheh) and he tried to imagine that, beneath all of that supple flesh and soft skin, she had a skeleton much like himself. (That thought was more embarrassing than he expected it to be, and he was going to stop thinking about that now.) Those clothes that Brit had picked out flattered every single dip and curve, and wow, why did she ever worry about her appearance? She was imperfect and fascinating, and he might not have the best eye for 'human beauty', but she was beautiful to him. '...Why am I thinking about this?' His curiosity was trying to get the best of him, and maybe it was the alcohol talking, but he was starting to feel a little bit more okay with that.
"-WITH THE HUMAN LENA?" Papyrus' voice suddenly cut through the boom of the music and chatter of surrounding conversation and Sans sat up, staring blankly at his brother, who was looking at him strangely. When it became obvious he hadn't heard, Papyrus sighed. "I ASKED WHY YOU WERE NOT GOING TO DANCE WITH THE HUMAN LENA!" Shit, had he been that obvious? He gave a lazy grin and shrugged his shoulders, tipping back his glass and emptying the rest of his bloody mary, holding the celery between his teeth.
"Nah, I couldn't do that. Don't have the guts for it." His brother groaned loudly and slammed back his glass of chocolate milk, narrowing his eyes at Sans in a light glare. "'sides, she looks like she's havin' fun already." The two skeletons looked out at the dance floor and smiled fondly at the two humans, who were currently clinging to each other as they laughed. Something about the two of them together looked complete. 'Wonder if she'd look like that with me.' His thoughts were interrupted as a group of guys stumbled from their table and out onto the main floor, approaching the two women.
"Hey, sweetheart, care for a dance?" Brit turned to look at the guy, who looked like he was already two drinks away from passing out. His five o'clock shadow was spotty and thick, his nice suit stained with spilled alcohol, and he reeked of booze. She raised a brow and waved him off.
"Uh, no thanks, my girl and I are busy right now," she said shortly, turning back to Lena and attempting to walk to a different part of the dance floor, but couldn't. They were suddenly surrounded.
"Your girl, huh? That's kinda hot. How's about you two come with us and we can really get busy?" The taller woman frowned, her hold on Lena's hand tightening as she glanced around them nervously. "See you were with those freaks. What's up with that, doll?"
"Don't call me doll. And those guys are our friends."
"What? You a monster fucker?" Lena's face turned scarlet and the man who first spoke scowled. He was apparently the leader. 'Juuust great.' "That's fucked up. What've they got that I don't got?"
"A bigger dick," Brit sneered, and she only had a second to enjoy her little victory before pain bloomed from her left cheek, her head turned forcibly from the momentum. The guy's hand was raised from having just slapped her. Lena's eyes widened fearfully, pulling her friend closer to her.
"You're jokin', right? Skeleton's don't got dick. You sluts don't know what you're missin'." His expression suddenly turned devious as he grabbed for Lena, fingers wrapped around her forearm in an iron grip. Brit moved to help her but was suddenly jerked back by her hair, and she gave a cry of pain. "Maybe we oughta take your girl here out back and show her a good time-"
"I wouldn't recommend it." The man jumped and stumbled forward, turning around to find Sans standing there, hands shoved deep into his pockets, the lights completely vacant from his eyesockets. His grin was menacing, and they could hear him curling and uncurling his bony fingers into a clenched fist. "If ya don't let 'em go, you're gonna wind up havin' a bad time." His voice dropped in pitch at those two words, sounding almost unnatural, and the humans all shuddered. "Let 'em go." The human leader forced a laugh, alcohol acting as confidence, and his grip on Lena's arm tightened. She gave a small whimper of pain, and Sans narrowed his eyesockets dangerously.
"Whatcha gonna do, freak?! You're not in your freakshow town anymore. Your bullshit monster laws don't protect you here!" It infuriated the small skeleton to realize that he was, in fact, right. Any use of magic would look bad, not just for him, but for all of monsterkind.
"HELLO, HUMANS! I WOULD LIKE TO APOLOGIZE, BUT IT APPEARS THAT MY FRIENDS ARE NO LONGER HAVING ANY FUN." Papyrus was suddenly there, and the humans all looked much more intimidated by him than by Sans, even though he was smiling pleasantly. "AS THE DESIGNATED DRIVER, IT IS MY JOB TO MAKE SURE THAT THEY GET HOME SAFELY. SO, IF YOU WILL EXCUSE US-"
"What, and let you take this fine piece of ass? You wanna fuck 'er yourself, that it?! You freaks are disgusting!" Papyrus tilted his head to the side in confusion.
"I DO NOT KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN, BUT MIGHT I ASK THAT YOU NOT USE SUCH FOUL LANGUAGE? IT IS QUITE RUDE."
"You hearin' this guy? Is he for real?"
"Listen, how about you fuck off. Take your little pipsqueak freak friend here," he said, motioning blindly toward Sans, "and go back to where you fucking came from!" A gloved hand suddenly shot out, resting on the human man's shoulder heavily, and Papyrus stooped down slightly to look him in the eye.
"I WILL HAVE TO ASK YOU NOT TO SPEAK OF MY BROTHER THAT WAY." His tone was flat, lacking its usual cheerfulness, and the human shuddered, batting his hand away and spitting in his face. Papyrus raised his hand to wipe the offending fluid away, but was caught off-guard. One of the other men surrounding them grabbed a bottle and swung forward, shattering the glass against the taller skeleton's skull.
Sans' mind went blank.
His left eye began to glow a fierce cyan blue, little flashes of yellow, and he released a sound so animalistic that it could only be described as a snarl. "You done fucked up." He raised his hand and suddenly the humans' souls were jerked from their bodies, glowing a deep blue. He swung his arm downward and they all fell to the floor, leaving only Brit, Lena, and the human man holding her standing. By now, other people had begun to finally take notice of the altercation, and there was a wide open space in the middle of the dance floor. The human groups' leader looked like he was about to piss himself, knees quaking as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of Lena's arm, his face pale.
"Y-you're fucked now! You've used magic against humans! Th-they're gonna send you freaks back where you came from, a-and-"
"Sans, don't!" Lena suddenly cried out, her eyes fearful, freckles standing out in stark contrast to her pale face. She looked like she was about to cry, and that only fueled the fire in Sans' soul even more. Why was she telling him to stop? "Please, don't hurt him! You're b-better than that!" Ha, did she even know who she was talking to? Apparently not.
...Even so, why did her words make him hesitate, his magic wavering?
The human man also seemed to notice this and he laughed, a manic sound, and jerked up roughly on her arm, releasing another cry of pain. "Hahaha! You're pretty well trained for a monster! Yeah...Y-yeah, just stay back and she won't get hurt! In fact..." He leaned down and nuzzled against her neck, inhaling deeply, and Lena felt a shudder of fear run through her. "...might even show her a good time. Better than someone like you ever could." Sans growled, vision flickering between her and Papyrus, who was holding his skull between his gloved hands. He watched as the human's free hand started roaming all over her, teasing just beneath the edge of her blouse, and stars, he wanted to kill him. He wanted to crush his body into the floor until he was nothing but splintered bones and a pool of blood. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so angry, so raw and unfiltered and angry. Not since the timelines of genocide.
His patience was wearing thin, and as he watched the human's filthy hand dip underneath her skirt, he felt himself snap. Everything happened all at once.
The human suddenly gave a sharp scream of pain as Lena threw her head backward, straight into his nose. A gush of blood exploded from his surely broken nose, and he lost his grip on her. She stumbled away, but not far enough. He reached blindly and grabbed her by her hair, throwing her to the floor. Sans watched as her head bounced off of the hard tile floor and she fell still.
Everything felt cold.
His vision went black.
His mind went blank.
His soul exploded with rage.
Before he could move, though, there was another human, and he started weighing his options in having to fight against two of them without killing them, but he was caught off guard. This new human reeled his fist back and sent it flying into the offender's jaw, clocking him with a solid blow and sending him teetering to the ground. Everything was a buzz of static, and he could barely make out what was being said to him. They saw the whole thing happen. They were regular troublemakers. They needed to leave. What?
Papyrus was pulling his arm, and his one single glowing eyelight noted that there was a crack going down the middle of his skull. He had Lena cradled against his chest with one arm, and the look on his face was desperate, tugging, mouth moving and saying things that Sans couldn't hear. Then Brit was there, too, shoving his shoulders roughly to get him to move toward the door. They all piled into the car and Sans watched as Brit held her unconscious friend tightly to her chest, eyes wide with fear and hands trembling as she tried to examine her head. Her beautiful auburn hair was stained scarlet by- blood. Blood. Blood.
His body seized in the front passenger seat, and he could vaguely notice Papyrus reaching over to him, trying to calm him with one hand as he drove with the other. Brit yelled something from the back seat, and Papyrus made a U-turn in the middle of the road, driving far faster than he should have been toward an unknown destination.