Chapter Four :: Dressed To Kill
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The morning dawns at last, and you stir irritably at the warm rays of the breaking sun spilling through the window panes. It's been a restless night. You try one last time to catch up on some lost sleep, and as you finally begin to feel the heavy drowsiness take you, suddenly a loud assortment of noises shakes every wooden plank of the shed. The ground crumbles at your feet like an earthquake, and you brace yourself against the bars of your cell until the tremors blow over. It doesn't take too long. You're left staring in dumbstruck wonder as you hold on to the bars for dear life, and you feel as if your heart jumps right out of your throat as Papyrus suddenly bursts through the shed door.
"Human! I've got a surprise to show you right outside!" He shouts excitedly as he kicks through the door with his heavy boots.
It takes you a couple moments to calm your thumping heartbeat, and you slide down the bars to your knees as you collapse with exhaustion.
"D-Do you?" You ask as you try to steady your nerves again, and as his words begin to sink in, your heavy-lidded eyes flutter when you finally catch on, "Wait, you have a surprise for me… outside? You mean I can…?"
Before you even have the chance to ask, Papyrus quickly lets down the bars of your prison and eagerly steps aside. Suddenly, you find yourself feeling hesitant. You've spent so long locked away in this prison, until the idea of freedom didn't even occur to you at any given time. For a brief moment, you flash Papyrus an uneasy glance, but he only smiles to reassure you that it's alright. You don't waste time wondering how you got so lucky.
At first, you take a brave step forward as your foot breaches the confines of your cell, until excitement takes you and the adrenaline of breaking free courses through your body. You rush out of the way of the bars with a large grin brightening your expression, and turn back to Papyrus as his enthusiasm matches yours.
"C'mon, human! Sans is waiting for you right outside!"
Your lips perk into a surprised pout and your eyes widen as you realise you'd forgotten the promise that Sans made the night before. You are officially his responsibility now. No matter where you go from here, there's no doubt that Sans will be close by to watch your every move. Without warning, your face heats up into a very hot flush, and you place a wayward hand to your warm cheek. Somehow, this concept lights a fire deep within you, and a small smile pulls at your lips. Maybe… it won't be so bad to let myself feel this way about him… for now.
You exit the shed at last, and the beautiful morning dawn blinds you for a moment. The dull light in the sky isn't much, but it's brighter than the tiny candlelight you've grown so used to. You squint as your eyes adjust to the surroundings, and you inhale deeply as you find Sans waiting for you already by your side. His smile never seems to change, and his eyes are as friendly as always. You find yourself feeling warmer just by being near him like this.
"Turn around. Papyrus has a surprise for you just overhead." He says calmly, and you blink mindlessly for a moment as you follow his gaze.
Then, your jaw immediately drops.
Beside the shed is the home of the skeleton brothers, and built crudely on the side of it is an addition to the house on top of a tall foundation. It seems incredibly out of place as the building materials doesn't at all match up with the rest of the home, and the design is completely unrelated to it. You notice a small balcony at the back with a lone full length window separating it from the addition, and it seems to be the only window built on to it. The entire aesthetic was out of place, but you keep tight-lipped as Papyrus pronounces it as his greatest work so far.
"You could say that carpentry is another one of my many talents. I'm the jack-of-all-trades type, you see. You should thank your lucky stars, human, that you have befriended someone so gifted! Behold! For I, the great Papyrus, have designed and built your very own room in our home! Now we can hang out all the time and enjoy all the spaghetti you could ever ask for! Nyeh heh heh heh!"
You thank him graciously as you toss Sans a quick side-glance. You wonder if this idea was approved by him, but Sans looks just as carefree as he always does. He rests his hands in his pockets as he tosses you a laidback smile, and catches on to your passing glance.
"In a way, this makes keeping an eye on you a hell of a lot easier. Don'tcha think so?" You press your lips into a tight line as you wonder if this is necessarily a good thing. Then, he scratches his cheek as he seems a little more flustered as he continues, "Although, I really should tell you… I don't know how much you heard, but… last night you narrowly escaped from being Royal Guard fish food. There isn't any real guarantee that you'll be safe from the authorities. You're still wanted by King Asgore as part of a grand plan to free the monsters from the underground. So, technically, you'll be living as a fugitive from now on."
You sigh heavily as you knew there was going to be a catch. But you find that you're not all that nervous about it when you realise Sans will be looking out for you. He has an incredible presence that makes you feel safe. And whatever might happen from this point on, whatever dangers you'll be most likely to face in the future, it all doesn't seem to bother you when you're around him. He will be there for you, waiting until you make the move that may either make or break this world.
With all this in mind, you're surprised as you see how the slight falter in his wide smile reveals his concern. You can tell he's not entirely happy with how the situation has turned out. You can tell that despite everything, all he wants is to simply let you roam through the underground and get the chance at a normal happy life. But instead, your prison has only expanded.
You lean down and stretch your arm over his shoulders. You feel him flinch in surprise as you rest your hand on his back in support, and you smile patiently as you softly say,
"Hey. It's alright. I understand. I don't expect to be treated fairly when I'm a potential threat to everyone in the underground. I know there are… conditions I'll have to live with. It's okay, I've made my peace with it. And I don't blame you at all for it." You feel his careful gaze lock on to yours, and deep in the voids of his sockets, you can see faint flickers of emotion flaring within them, "In fact, I understand you're taking every precaution you can by taking me in. I know you're only trying to do the best you can for everyone. For Papyrus… for Undyne… and for me. You're… a real noble guy, Sans."
His gaze lingers on you for a moment as a light flush appears over the bone surface of his face. Then he quickly turns away to shrug his shoulders in a surprisingly bashful manner.
"Thanks for understanding. Hearing that from you… somehow makes this a whole lot easier." His voice seems to trail away at the end, and you dare to lean closer in order to hear him more clearly. And his breathing suddenly sharpens as you lean in closer. You feel the heat from his skeleton emanating like a fire. It seems you still affect him… but you stiffen as you slowly find… that he's affecting you too.
You both stand in the snow with the cold air melting away around your heated figures. Everything grows quiet as the only significant detail you can hear is the sound of your erratic heartbeat drumming in your ears. As a reaction, your hand grips tighter on to the clothes on his back. Neither of you make any sudden movement to break apart. There is a wordless heavy atmosphere that envelopes you both, and you don't dare try to disturb it. You're so close to him. You're not too far from his mouth, encasing his inviting tongue as it edges towards the corner of his lips. You're close enough to touch it with your own…
But… what's this feeling… in my chest?
And as Papyrus marches inside the home, beckoning the both of you to follow him inside, Sans quickly stumbles away from you and almost trips over his own feet as if he can't seem to find his balance. You stare wide-eyed and dismayed as you watch him perspire nervously, and he grasps on to his chest, as if to hold on to his own heart.
"L-Let's go have a look inside! You wanna see how Papyrus has made up your room, don'tcha?" He diverts your attention as he hurriedly heads for the door. You try to brush away the moment like it's no big deal, but you can't ignore the flaring blush lingering over your flushed skin.
You follow the skeleton brothers inside their home, and quickly head up the stairs towards the landing corridor. Papyrus begins his tour by showing you the three doors on the left. The first leads into Papyrus' room, and he comments that you can only enter if you want to look in envy at his fantastic race-car bed. The second is an off-coloured door leading to the bathroom he built just for you, and he had built it in the middle of the house mostly because it was a nuisance to figure out the plumbing in the home, so he messed around with the kitchen plumbing on the first floor below. You hope that the shower doesn't spew heated spaghetti water.
Papyrus then tells you that the third door leads to Sans' bedroom. You mentally file this vital piece of information for future use.
And finally, Papyrus shows you the fourth door on the end of the hallway. This leads straight into your room – your new home.
"Close your eyes, human. I want this to be a big surprise when I open the door for you!" Papyrus says excitedly as he encloses his glove over the doorknob.
Then, before you can even react, you suddenly feel two bony hands cover your eyes for you. Immediately as you feel this, your mouth parts as you sharply inhale in surprise, and you freeze up. And you feel your skin flare to a whole new temperature, as if you will burn his bony palms from the heat when Sans leans in from behind you, until his mouth is only inches away from your ear.
"Don't worry, bro. I'll make sure she won't peek." He says lowly, and he feel a small shudder run through you as his breath grazes your skin.
You hear the door audibly click as Papyrus pushes the bedroom door open, but you swallow a harsh gulp as your head is focusing too much on Sans leaning over your shoulder. His hands have your head pushed upright, your body cemented back against him, and the warm moisture of his breath sending shivers across the back of your ear. You wonder if he's tempted to lean a little closer to press his mouth against you. You wonder if he wants to bury his face in your hair as his hands move down the side of your face, tracing the contours of your cheekbones, down to your jawbone to tilt you forward… giving way to the bare skin of your neck… for his tongue to do what it desperately wants to do…
You feel your heart suddenly spike in your throat as you feel his hands slowly move away from your eyes. But you're left feeling a little disappointed as he moves away from you completely, until you're left staring in awe at your room.
The only source of light comes from the window on your far left, leading out to the small balcony outside. The sun-kissed morning light spills into the room and creates a softening atmosphere that you instantly love. Papyrus has taken care of all the essentials – a twin bed, a dresser, and a wardrobe. However, you know he must have gone the extra mile as you notice three standing full length mirrors beside a vanity desk. You turn to Papyrus and thank him over and over again, and he puffs out his chest once again for a job well done.
And when you turn to Sans, you suddenly notice how reclusive he appears to be. He buries his mouth into his bulky hoodie as he tries to hide the clear blush plastered over his face. And you gradually realise… when he had his hands over your eyes… he must have felt exactly how you did…
Suddenly, a knock on the door rips through the heavy atmosphere. Without a moment to spare, Papyrus bounds across the hallway and practically leaps down the stairway towards the door. He swings the front door open, and yells with overjoyed excitement as he sees who it is.
"Undyne, my friend! It's great to see you…"
"Yeah, hey Papyrus." She smiles coyly as she appears a little hesitant to match his enthusiasm.
You lean over the balcony as you look down towards her. Undyne is nothing how you envisioned her when you heard her voice last night. But who on Earth would expect that an angry warrior would turn out to be a tall fish lady? At least you fully understand why Sans had used all the fish puns. As soon as she notices you move across the balcony in the corner of her eye, Undyne's attention focuses directly to you. Her intense eye contact makes you jump all of a sudden as you retreat back a little from the intimidation. However, it didn't last long as Sans leans across the balcony right beside you, and you feel your nerves steadying with him beside you.
"Papyrus, could you give me a moment alone with the human? I want to talk to it… uh, talk to her. I won't take long." Undyne's forced smile looks a little painful as she tries her best to appear friendly and harmless. Papyrus, of course, goes for the bait and easily steps aside to let her in.
"Why, of course you may! The human is just upstairs…"
"Ah, hold on!" You quickly protest as you brush past Sans and steadily pace across the hallway, "Wait right there, okay? I'll come to you."
You feel Undyne's cold stare rest on you as you take hurried steps down the stairway, and you try your best to keep your composure. It's made a little easier when you notice that Sans is keeping a close eye on the both of you from the balcony, and although he leans his chin against the railing in an attempt to seem like he's snoozing, he know him better than that. He always has one glowing blue eye open. And it's always on you.
Gradually, you approach Undyne with your back straight and your curious gaze focusing on her. Papyrus wanders to the kitchen to give you both some privacy, and you're left standing in the middle of the lounge with Undyne's fierce gaze staring back at you. Her friendly smile is beginning to strain on her face, and you can see the beads of sweat break out on her forehead as she sincerely tries to keep up this composure.
But, eventually, she can't. And she sighs as her big grin fades away.
"Man, I knew this was going to be hard, but I had no idea how difficult it is to simply make friends with the enemy! I guess that's Papyrus' strength and not mine." She says as she swipes her forearm over her sweaty brow, "But, listen, I'm not going to get in the way of whatever's going on here. I'm only here to tell you that you're a low level danger to the public, and the word is going around about what you are. If you're going to be living here from now on, then everyone should know the truth about you. Everyone needs to know you're a human."
"If… that's the price I have to make just to live here, then that sounds fair." You say sincerely as you consciously rub your arm, "I'm just glad we're able to come to peaceful terms."
"Hey, it's not like I have much of a choice here!" Undyne bares a big sarcastic grin as she crosses her arms over her chest, "If I had the amount of power that Sans has, then you'd be shipped first-class to King Asgore without a second thought! But it seems that Sans is pretty adamant about keeping you in check here, so I'm not going to object to it."
You somehow don't feel any better about your current situation, and you become all the more reclusive as you reply,
"I guess I kinda fell into being Sans' top priority, huh? If you hadn't discovered me, then I wouldn't be given the chance at life that I have now…"
"Oh, you don't know? I didn't discover you. Sans actually came to me first." Your head suddenly snaps up as she says this, and she nods to confirm it, "He came to me and asked if the Royal Guard would stand down from human-hunting duties so he could personally take responsibility for you. At first, I couldn't believe it. This is a guy who would sleep through an earthquake if one ever hit us! He's lazy, he cuts corners, and frankly he's an embarrassment to the productivity of the Royal Guard. But there's a reason he's put at several posts throughout the entire underground. He's one of the most powerful monsters we have down here. I'd do well on remembering that, if I were you."
"I'll, um… yeah, I'll do that…" You reply in a state of disbelief.
"Whatever you did that gave him a change of heart worked really well, I'll give you that. You must have done something truly extraordinary to get that lazy bones off his idle ass! Maybe one day you can show me how you did it. You might have a knack for raising morale around here."
You laugh as your face lights up into a bright beetroot colour all the way up to your hairline. And you shake your head in modesty,
"I really didn't do anything. This is actually as much of a surprise to me as it is to you…"
This is true. As your wandering gaze veers towards the lazy skeleton leaning across the railings on the balcony, you notice how he doesn't look as if he's snoozing as much. Instead, you can make out the small shimmering white pinpricks in his eyes as his vacant gaze looks on ahead into the distance. He must have heard every word of your conversation as you find that he's blushing almost as much as you. And you feel your heart crashing all the more against your chest.
"…I can see that you two have a few things to talk about, so I won't keep you any longer." Undyne interrupts you as you suddenly find yourself absent-mindedly staring in Sans' direction, and Undyne noticed in an instant what kind of look you were giving him. You bite your lips together as you attempt to dismiss your heated flush, and Undyne only laughs as she nonchalantly waves her hand at you, "But like I said, I won't interfere with this… arrangement you have going on here. However, one step out of line, then I won't hesitate to interfere as much as I please. Got it?"
"Loud and clear, honey." You say nervously as you wave your hands defensively in response. This alone seems to have satisfied her as she takes a step back, rests her palms on her hips, and her large toothy grin widens on her face.
"Good. Now that's been made abundantly clear, I'll just drop this off and be on my way." She heads for the door and reaches around the corner. Then she grabs the handle of a discarded suitcase that lay on the doorstep, and you watch in wide-eyed surprise as she lifts the large suitcase up the step and drags it inside the lounge, "I have a bunch of spare clothes that I have no idea what to do with. I have a friend who's really into these history books and cartoons, and she has a habit of, uh, buying costumes and clothes for me. I don't have the heart to decline the ones I don't really like, so you'd be doing me a huge favour if you took them off my hands. Luckily you seem to be about my size. And c'mon, you can't spend the rest of your days in the underground in that one outfit, right?"
You notice how she quickly looks over your blue dress and stockings, and you agree that it would be nice to change into something fresher. Your dress is beginning to tear, and your stockings have a few ladders running up and down your legs. You agree that it wouldn't be such a bad thing to accept them…
After that exchange, you thank her for the gift and see her out the door. After she disappears from sight, you breathe out deeply as you feel much more at ease once she left. Her constant intensive gaze on you felt as if you were being interrogated. But, even so, you're surprised to realise just how level-headed she was when she spoke to you. You remember how furious she sounded last night, and it's nothing like who you've just spoken to. You begin to realise all the more that these monsters are truly caring and passionate beings…
So why… why would human beings want to lock these beautiful creatures underground?
You walk past the kitchen before you catch a glimpse of Papyrus rushing past you. He yells in passing that he's meant to go train with Undyne now, and it must have been part of the reason why she was here. You only manage to see the trail of his red scarf before he rounds the corner of the front door, and leaves you completely and totally alone with Sans in the house. You glance up to find that Sans had already stepped away from the railings. It isn't until you begin to climb the staircase that you see him absent-mindedly leaning against the side of your bedroom door. He's waiting for you. And you waste no time in pacing across the hallway to cautiously approach him.
"Hey human. You look like you got something you wanna say to me." Sans says monotonously, even as he has his eyes closed and his hands rested against the back of his head.
"I do. Although, I'm not really sure where to begin," you say truthfully as you slowly run your hand through your hair, and your trembling voice grows softer as you feel as if your heart is on the tip of your tongue, "But, hey, it doesn't hurt to try, right? Well… I want to say… thanks for standing up for me. I know it must have been a little difficult to do that, especially when you're fighting against your friends, so I want you to know that I really do appreciate what you've done for me."
"Don't sweat it. It's just what noble guys do, right?" He winks at you, and you play on a cheerful smile.
"I guess it is. But still, you didn't have to do that. I mean, you barely know me. I barely know me… and I-I've been a little unfair to you. I've latched on to you like some helpless thing, maybe in some vain hope that everything would start to make sense if I stayed with you… but I've neglected to think about how you might feel about all this too, until… I started to believe that I was just a nuisance to you…"
For a moment, you take a second to find the right words to use, and he notices how hesitant you've suddenly become. Then, your bottom lip begins to tremble and your eyes wince as they feel as if they're stinging. Sans' eyes slightly widen as his smile fades away, and his hands fall away from his head as they hang awkwardly in the air, as if he wants to offer some kind of support. But he decides against it as you quickly rub your slender fingers across your reddened cheeks. You can't hide your emotions away as words seem to tumble out your mouth,
"I'm constantly walking through life like a dream… I don't have any memories, I don't know anything about myself, I barely know how this world functions… but despite it all, it's always been you, Sans." You attempt to smile as he freezes up, but it turns into a shaky line as your eyes become all the more glassy, "You've been my consistent source of security, my constant need for entertainment… I don't know anything about you either, but I… I know that this just feels right. If I'm meant to do good, or meant to do evil, it all feels irrelevant. Because just being here now is the one thing that I'm sure I've got right. And… maybe finding what feels right to you is the most important part of life… isn't it?"
You scold yourself for bearing so much of your feelings to him all of a sudden, but you find that you don't seem to mind all that much when he shoots back a softened smile in response. Finally, he lays a careful hand against your arm as he lets you know that he's here. Your sharp breathing calms down the moment you feel him, and your skin grows all the more warm as he gently brings himself closer to you. Your heart hikes up to your throat as he replies in his casual kind-hearted way,
"You do what you need to do. Who'm I to judge, y'know? But… you know where I stand here. I want you to do good, I want you to have a happy life with the rest of us… I want us to be friends. But I don't want you to think that I'll ever push you in one direction. It's your choice, and you decide what you want to do. Just know that I'll be right here throughout it all. And I'll be here at the end of it all." Sans' grip on your arm slightly tightens as he can feel you trembling between his grasp, "I'll help you through it. So don't worry so much, alright? You won't be alone."
This is everything you want to hear.
Your smile appears to be a little shaky as you try to withhold your immense emotions from bursting at the seams. All that you can manage to do at that moment is to place your hand over his as it lingers over your arm, and embrace the warmth that it emanates over your burning skin. Dry tears threatens to escape your eyes, but you won't let them. You're too happy beyond words to let them ruin the moment. And as you look back into the voids of his sockets, you can see the pinpricks of his eyes gazing back with empathy. You feel safe here. You feel completely secure in his arms. You feel… you… feel…
Your heartbeat instantly stops.
I… this feeling… I-I can't…
You coldly drop his hand away from you as you turn away.
"Thank you, Sans… but I'm going to settle in my room for a little while, is that alright?"
"Oh. Sure… alright." He says with unease at your sudden distance, and he awkwardly steps aside as you drag your suitcase up the staircase and across the landing towards your room. But before you disappear inside, Sans passes you one last comment that almost cements you to the ground, "If you need me, I'll be right next door. But the password to get inside is two knocks on the door and the best knock knock joke you can think of."
"I'm, um, not much of a comedian…" You say absent-mindedly.
"That's alright." His left eye faintly glows an intense shade of blue as his smile turns suddenly sinister, "I'm sure with the right persuasion, you can think of a better way to come inside…"
Your head bursts into flames. As he flashes a wink at you before he disappears inside his room, you sharply make a turn for your own room and quickly shut yourself inside. You lean your back against the bedroom door as you feel your heartbeat running a mile a minute, and you clasp on to your chest as you find that it's not slowing down at all. In the corner of your eye, you can see yourself in the full length mirrors from across the room, and you see just how red your face is lighting up. You groan at your lack of self-control as you cover your face with your hands, and you slowly slide down the door as you collapse to the ground.
Fuck… fuck fuck fuck!
The tables are turning in Sans' favour. You're getting in too deep, and you're losing the game. And you curse yourself all the more as you realise how much of a hold he has on you. You thought you were in control, you thought you could determine the fate of your existence, but the longer you're with him… the deeper you're falling…
You're walking a dangerously thin line. You're a human being, you have a power within you that threatens the very fabric of the monster race. And if you're not careful, you may eventually destroy everything you come to love. Even if you don't want to.
And Sans… Sans…
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Sans busies himself with honing his attacks from the confines of his room. He needs to keep his mind busy, he needs his hands occupied, and he needs his skills in top form now that you live so close to him. The walls are thin as he can hear you ruffling inside your newly-made room, he can hear the zipping of a suitcase as he figures you've begun to search through the clothes that Undyne gave you. And he can hear you mumble to yourself, although the thin walls make your voice sound muffled, he can pick up some garbled words and just about piece them together. From the sounds of it, the clothes you've tried on so far aren't meeting your standards.
Sans practises with his bone attacks by meticulously holding them up in mid-air, and testing their speed as they fly just above his head. They stop and start against every corner of the room as Sans concentrates on honing the direction of their speed without damaging a single item in the room. He holds a particularly long and heavy bone just above his bed, steadies it in the air, and…
"…Sans…"
He makes out your muffled voice through the thin walls, and he stumbles forward as he loses control of his attack. Suddenly, the bone heavily hits against the wall beside his bed, and a large piece of plaster falls away in a clustered heap. Sans is frozen for a moment as he worries if you might have heard the commotion, but the mumbling continues in stride. You must not have heard.
He doesn't waste time wondering if he heard you right and if you really spoke his name, as he believes he must have misheard you. He chalks it up to wishful thinking. Sans climbs on his bed and picks up the largest piece of plaster. He holds it up as he goes for the newly-formed hole in the wall, and stretches to see if it will fit… but his entire body stiffens in shock as something else catches his eye instead.
He blinks twice as he wonders if he's just imagining things. His mind clouds over as he leans closer to the hole to know for certain that it's real, and inhales sharply as his sense of reason finally returns to him. The hole is even deeper than he thought. The bone had pierced through the plaster and created a small indent on the other side, and had formed a small indistinguishable hole in your bedroom wall. And on the other side, Sans can see everything clearly. He can see you sitting on the stool beside your vanity desk… bending forward to roll up your new black stockings over your naked legs… running your hands over the clips to attach them to your suspender belt… and pulling up the straps of your black bra over your shoulders…
Immediately, the chunk of plaster slips through Sans' fingers and falls to the ground, as if it had been completely forgotten. He knows that he shouldn't be looking, he knows that this is totally wrong, but… all sense of good reason completely escapes him. Something awakens inside of him that doesn't allow him to pull away. With one look at your voluptuous figure, stretching over the stool in black lace and tight-fitting underwear, he feels instantly glued to the hole, and he steadies himself as he presses one hand against the wall, as if he wished that the thin wall would just fall away and dissipate the only obstacle between him and you.
He swallows hard. His eyes trace the contours of your legs wrapped in fresh stockings, extending the length of your limbs as the clips attach to a high-waisted suspender belt resting over your hips. The belt reveals the black material underneath, and he drags his tongue along the curve of his lips as he remembers how his fingers were once so close to it in the shed. And if he had been a little braver, he might have known how it felt to slip his slender fingers beneath the material… and discover just how wet he made you…
Your torso is almost completely uncovered, as the dark lace of your bra barely leaves the shape of your breasts to the imagination. They strain against the material as your fingers tuck inside to adjust them, and he hears you sigh as you find them too tight around the bust. Even he can see how your breasts are dangerously close to spilling over the cups of your bra from a mile away. And he digs his fingers fiercely into the plaster of the wall as your hands hover over the clasp of your bra, as you look as if you're about to unfasten them, and let them fall away…
But you suddenly pause. And immediately, Sans freezes up.
Shit. Can she see me?
All of a sudden, you lift yourself from the stool and stand before the three full length mirrors curving around your figure. Sans' tongue almost drops out of his mouth as his jaw hangs agape. He can see every angle of your body, from front to back, from side to side, not a single inch of you was left out. You analyse how you look in nothing but black laced underwear, tracing the contours of your figure with the tips of your fingers, and you turn yourself around as your eyes carefully inspect every part of you with your gaze and your touch. Your palm rests over your behind as the black material of your panties leave it all uncovered, left for you and Sans to peer at the peach-shaped curve of your skin. Then you run your hands over the fabric of the belt, all the way up your body until you cup your breasts into your palms. The feeling is dulled with your bra in the way. And your face brightens up into a beetroot colour all of a sudden. Sans wonders why you're embarrassed to touch yourself there…
But he has no idea that this feeling brings back the memory of the time in the shed when Sans had pressed his palms against you in this way. The feeling was slightly dulled because of the material of the dress separating your skin from his hands, but the excitement was still just as effective.
Your gaze wanders to the clothes spilling out of the suitcase on the floor, and you turn to bend down over it. Carefully, you pick up a small cream dress, and you turn it in your hands as you slowly inspect it. You like how this looks, and it must be the only clothes that you've found so far that you approve of.
Sans presses his hand against the wall as he feels the perspiration from his temples crawling slowly down his skull. The way you dress yourself is so strange, but also incredibly erotic, as your hands slowly inch over your skin as you pull the material of the dress over your head and down your body. Your childlike wonder makes you curious of everything – how everything looks and how everything feels. And the way that your own body looks and feels is no exception. The hem of the dress barely covers your bottom, and the black material of your panties peeks out from under the dress every time you slightly lift your arms. And you pick your hair out from under the dress and move it over your shoulders to reveal a significant extension in the clothing. The dress is backless, and reveals your vibrant skin all the way down your spine to the tip of your behind. Sans swallows again as he runs his hungry gaze over you. His hand slowly glides down the wall as he wishes the plaster was the back of your neck, running gently down the soft surface of your back and brushing past the bumps of your spine with the tips of his curious fingers.
Then, he stiffens altogether. Your hands move back over to the clasp of your bra. And finally, another layer of tension is laid on thick as you unbuckle the clasp, and let it fall away from beneath the dress. You push the straps of the bra through the sleeves of the dress and pull it away from underneath the material like a magic trick. And the bra falls to the floor, as if you barely regarded its presence in the first place, and you turn as you face your back to the mirror. In almost every angle, your naked back reveals the slender curve of your spine and makes Sans' legs almost buckle from beneath him. Who knew that a change of clothes would make such a significant impact on his libido?
You quickly grow bored of the dress, and turn away from the mirrors to pick up a loose blue shirt from the pile of discarded clothing. Sans must have blinked too fast as you pull the dress away and replace it with the shirt without any indication on how you put it on. For a moment, he wonders if the mere sight of your naked chest had completely blanked out of his memory. But he finds that he doesn't mind all that much as he watches how you inspect the shirt hanging loosely over your shoulders. You don't bother to button up the front as the material drapes over your bust, and reveals the bare skin of your neck all the way down to your naval.
Sans, once again, swallows sharply as his tongue hangs wantonly out the corner of his mouth with absolute crazed desire. As you draw your fingers down the hems of the shirt, revealing the slit of your torso more prominently in his direction, he feels a growing insatiable thirst building deeply in his bones. And your patience with the shirt quickly wears thin. Sans' breathing becomes erratic as you pull the shirt over your body, until the sleeves fall gradually over your arms, and the shirt drapes into a crumbled shawl over your elbows.
The shirt drops to the floor, pooling around your feet. Your hands hold on to the back of your neck as your elbows cover your bare breasts from sight. And Sans supresses the urge in his throat to let loose a longing groan. You've teased him too much. You've almost tipped him over the edge. You're so close to sending him into a predatory frenzy… all you have to do… is drop your hands to the sides…
And finally… you do. Your hands fall away to the sides, and you stand with confidence as you pronounce yourself to the world.
And immediately, a sharp shudder runs deep in Sans' bones.
You stand topless before the mirrors with your hands rummaging into two black leather gloves. You place a black beret on your head, and let it hang to the side in a fashionable manner. You slip your feet into your only black heels and your legs accentuate into longer and slender limbs. And finally you clasp a cigarette holder between your teeth. You like how this looks all together. You look elegant and classy. You feel confident in your body, you feel sexy in your skin, and you bend your leg against the other as you lean your body weight on one foot with one hand resting against your curvy hipbone.
Sans almost pierces his fingers right through the wall from the pressure of his pushing against it. There is a small crack forming beneath his palms, and it takes every ounce of strength within him to hold himself back. The white pinpricks in his eyes have disappeared altogether into the dark voids of his sockets, and his twisted smile clenches his teeth together as he struggles to keep himself back. And yet no amount of strength he holds at that point can push himself away from looking at you. You're too much to take in. And there's not enough to see. He wants to see every bit of you. He wants to feel every part of you. Every inch of your skin looks inviting and untouched, flawless and unscathed. He wants to mark you with his bites, leave trails of his tongue over your unblemished skin, run his hands over all the places his eyes can reach, drag his fingers over the shape of your figure, until the memory of your warmth is burnt permanently on his bones.
And you feel the same. As you look over your body now, you wonder what Sans would make of your look. What would he think of you if he saw you like this? What would he do if you saw you right now? Your gloved hand pulls the beret over your eye, and casts a dark shadow over the other as a lustful gaze glazes in your heavy-lidded eye. And your hand strokes over the heated flush thrown over your cheekbones.
You imagine Sans standing behind you, with his usual carefree smirk lighting up his face. You imagine short spurts of a glowing blue fire flaring within his eye as his expression quickly grows darker. You know that look. He's carried it every time he looks at you. He's kept it going ever since he first saw you. You know that look all too well.
You tilt your head back as you trace the stretching skin on your neck, and imagine his breath grazing at the nape of your neck as he approaches you from behind. Through your lustful gaze, you can almost make out the rounded contours of his skull in the mirrors, and you thank your vivid imagination for conjuring up the exact replica of his sly smile as he brushes it over your shoulder. You lean your head back harder as you imagine how his bony fingers wraps around the threads of your hair and pulls you back against him. And you imagine his sultry tongue creeping through his teeth, lingering out the corner of his mouth as drool slides off the tip and down against your skin, before he brings it back to your jawline, and slowly runs it over your sensitive skin.
Before you can stop yourself, you audibly moan his name.
"Sans…"
Immediately, his eyes widen as far as they can go. He's sure that he isn't imagining the sound this time. And he's brought even further into shock as he watches your hand venture over the suspender belt, and tuck the tips of your fingers beneath the hem of your panties. Sans feels as if he can barely breathe. You slowly bury your entire hand beneath the material as your clouded mind envisions the feeling of Sans' tongue exploring the heated skin of your neck in slow intervals. He hungrily tastes every inch of your exposed neck, and you feel it heat up to all new temporal heights as your fingers dare to venture between your sensitive folds. You intake sharply as you feel a distinguishable wetness dampen over your fingertips, and the sensitive skin reacts to the feeling of your sensual fingers running in stimulating circles. You quickly replace the image of your hand with the image of his fingers through your mind's eye, and wonder if this would have been how it felt if Sans had taken things further in the shed… if he had dared to remove more than your stockings… and if he had dared to feel more than the injured shape of your thigh…
You imagine his mouth near your ear, as it had been earlier that morning, but this time… you imagine him to say some things a little differently, with the same low tone he had used before,
"Hey… do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do this? Do you have any fucking idea… how long I've waited to touch you like this… to taste you like this… to feel your body against mine… do you know… how long I've waited… to see the face you make when you cum?"
"Tell me, Sans…" You answer him through heavy breaths. And you imagine his voice as low as it can go when he replies,
"Too… fucking… long."
Sans rests his forehead against the wall as he can't take it any longer. The sound of your name on your breath was too… too hot. The look on your face as your head leans aside, your heavy lids closing over your glazed eyes, your mouth hanging open in a perfect oval… it was everything he wanted to see. Now that he can see you clearly as you are, with his name fresh on your liquid lips, with your figure leaving barely an inch left for the imagination, with your slender fingers in the one place he wished he could be…
Sans can't resist anymore. He holds himself upright against the wall as his free hand reaches down the hem of his shorts, and shifts it lower as he reaches down for the base of his cock. He's already hard from the sight of you alone. And his movements almost seem to match yours as he pumps slowly with the sound of your name in between his heavy breaths.
You have no idea that he can see you at that moment. But still, you keep going with the vivid image of his figure pressing against your back, with the image of his tongue running lines over your neck, and with the image of his fingers forming circles between the folds of your most sensitive skin. And yet, the image alone was enough to send endorphins flaring like firecrackers in your head. You moan at the pleasurable feeling overcoming every part of you, and everything feels as if it's melting away. You feel hot, you feel overwhelmed with shuddering bouts of blissful pleasure running up and down every inch of you, and your wordless moaning builds into a sharper trail of breaths as you feel yourself heading higher and higher to the brink of pure ecstasy.
The look on your face sends Sans to the same place. The sight of your breasts, dripping with perspiration, lifting and falling from your heavy breaths, sends shivers down his skeleton towards the sensitive head of his erection. The sound of your garbled words, contorted with pleasure, encourages the adrenaline running deep within his bones, until he's practically crushing the wall beneath his hand from his trembling strength. He's shaking so much that he can barely stand, but he struggles to hold on as his vision blurs with overwhelming spurts of bliss, tempting him to simply close his eyes and take him above and beyond. But he doesn't want to miss a single moment as you throw your head back, mindlessly moaning loudly without a care, as your fingers suddenly hit a bout of nerves that sends a delicious shudder through your body, deeply licking every inch of your innards, and making your legs quiver beneath you. You're close now. You're close to the height. And you want to take it all the way.
As you almost stumble forward, you press your palm against the surface of the mirror, and bring your head up look at your reflection. Sweat is visibly dripping down your temples as your heavy-lidded gaze looks over your parted lips, deeply breathing in sharp intervals as if every breath is your last. And you vividly shape the image of Sans standing right behind you, looking over you, with his glaring blue eye full of dark animalistic desire, with his hand holding your waist, and the other burying deep beneath the material, mercilessly running the nubs of his fingers of the most sensitive tips of your clit.
Powerful bouts of pure unrelenting adrenaline run like shocks of lightning through your bloodstream, melting the air away and setting the atmosphere on fire. You feel an ethereal level of hot, as if your fingers could burn right through the panes of the mirror, and as if your feet could sink further into the ground. Your messy hair falls over your face, strands stick to your face as perspiration clings on to your skin, and you feel your teeth tighten into a sharp clench as you feel yourself reaching higher… and higher… further into bliss with Sans' name escapes your lips one final time…
"Sans, I… oh, f-fuck…"
All traces of coherent thought leave you completely as you're finally there. Your head spins uncontrollably as you feel your whole body shudder in pleasure, and your back arches involuntarily as you feel a sudden burst of ecstasy overwhelm all your senses. It feels like nothing in this world matters, other than the way you feel, and Sans…
Sans succumbs to you, in every sense of the word. He convulses with his hand firmly pressed against the wall until it creates a small indented crater within the plaster. His glowing blue iris spurts ferocious bouts of flames within his eye socket, his jaw clenches as he sucks the air between his teeth, and he sharply takes erratic intakes of breath as he rides through the harsh waves of pure euphoria within every one of his bones. He reaches the point of no return as he lets go, and releases himself into the ethereal height of ecstasy, until his legs tremble and give way from the strength of his climax. And he holds on to his last remaining strength to hold himself upright as he watches you stumble and fall against the stool, and you slowly come down from the high as your moaning fades into wordless breaths of satisfied sighs.
You finally free your hand from beneath the material of your panties and lean back against the vanity desk, and Sans intently watches the rise and fall of your breasts as you swipe your perspiring forehead with the back of your hand. You lay back with a small sultry smile on your lips, a trail of delicious drool running from the corner of your mouth, and a wayward hand resting against your stomach as your innards feel completely unhinged and sensitive. Your body almost glistens from the beads of sweat forming over your skin, running down your bare flesh and dripping off your sweltering limbs. You're spent. And even as you realise that Sans had been the main cause, you don't regret an ounce of it. If this is the price you pay for falling in deep, then you're ready to fully embrace it.
Meanwhile, Sans runs his hand over his perspiring skull and sighs. He's overwhelmed with gluttonous desire for you, and irreparable fear of you. It's almost too much, and it's not nearly enough. And finally, he manages to tear himself away from the hole in the plaster to slide down the wall as he gives in to his weakness. Despite his relaxed muscles, he feels all the more tense as his hurried flush flourishes over his face. He can't dispel the fact that he heard his name being called from your lips as you touched yourself in that way. He can't dismiss how insanely fucking hot you looked as you came, as your mouth sounded out his name over and over again. You're an elusive human being that he can't place. There's no rhyme or reason why you're even here.
But neither of you question it for long. There's no point on dwelling on the past. What matters is here and now. And right now… you both wish that the thin wall between you would just fall away. Until there was just you and him.
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Time passes by quickly, and you haven't been seen by the skeleton brothers throughout the day. The events of the day never once stray from Sans' mind as his gaze every so often turns to your bedroom door. It's still and it's silent. A little too silent…
When Papyrus returns home in the evening, he knocks on the door to offer you a plate of spaghetti, lovingly made by him as always. But you refuse to eat. It's the first time you have declined to eat some of Papyrus' cooking, and this strikes as odd to both of the skeletons. Papyrus calls you from outside your bedroom door and asks worriedly if you're sick, and you call back that you're simply not hungry. You say this all the more distantly as you try to assure him that you're alright, and your voice seems to waver as you tell him that you're calling it an early night tonight. Papyrus doesn't object, but he skulks away with worry stricken all over his expression. And as he passes Sans in the hallway, Sans immediately picks up on this. He can read his brother like a book. But he doesn't delve further into the issue.
Night falls on the underground, and there is still no sign of you. Papyrus figures you must be asleep by now, and simply retires to bed with Sans promptly behind him. And Sabs lingers outside his bedroom to stare vacantly at your untouched door. There isn't a single noise coming from it, and it stands eerily quiet as the house settles down for the night. Papyrus catches a glimpse of his brother, and lays a comforting gloved hand on his shoulder.
"The human must be exhausted. She may need some time to get used to this place. Maybe it's a good idea to give her some space for now."
Sans can't find it in him to reject his advice. He loves him too much to do that. So, he simply nods and stretches on his toes to quickly give him a warm bear hug. Papyrus returns the gesture and pats his back supportively.
"You might be right, Paps. But then again, you're always right, aren'tcha?"
"Of course I am. Where would you be without me, brother?" His signature laugh rumbles quietly in his throat as he moves away from the embrace, and passes him one last side-glance before leaving to his bedroom, "Good night, Sans."
"Night, Paps. Sleep tight."
He retires to his own bedroom, and braces himself for the deadly quiet night to enfold as he drags his feet to his bed. The dark shadows of the night is cut through by the moonlight spilling in through the windows, and he slightly arches an eyebrow bone as he wonders if the moonlight had always been this bright in the underground. But he doesn't think too much on it, as he's suddenly interrupted by a curious noise.
Sans can't quite figure out what kind of sound it is, but he can hear it loud enough to trace the sound towards the wall separating his room from yours. The noise is muffled, but it's slightly distinguishable. He can only guess this to be clothes ruffling around and dropping to the ground. And he wonders if you're rifling through the suitcase of clothes again. However, he's too curious to know why you would be messing through them at this time of night, especially when you said to Papyrus that you would be sleeping by now.
Sans climbs on to his unkempt bed and hesitates before peering through the hole in the wall once again. He doesn't like disrespecting your privacy like this, but he also promised Undyne that he would keep a close eye on you for any suspicious activity. And this is as suspicious as it could get. And so, slowly, he presses his hands against the wall to steady himself, and leans forward to gaze intently through the crack in the wall.
Instantly, he silently gasps. His eye sockets widen and his pupil dissipate into the voids. And his hands clench into tight fists over the surface of the walls as he could feel his breath completely still.
On the other side of the wall, he sees you. For the first time since he's met you, he really sees you.
You're bare. In every sense of the word. You're completely stripped down, no clothes to separate the air to your skin. No dress, no stockings, no underwear… nothing. You're leaning against the glass panes of the full length window. The softening moonlight rains down upon your figure as you light up like a lantern, accentuating the soft surface of your untouched skin, highlighting the contours of your hourglass figure, and revealing the small glistening streaks of tears running over your cheeks. Your gaze is so distant, vacantly staring into the abyss of the night outside the window, with one hand hid behind your back, and the other leaning idly against the glass panes.
Sans still can't feel himself breathing. He's only ever seen the full extent of a human in old paintings, and it feels exactly like he's staring at a masterpiece at that moment. You're a vision of artistic beauty – embodying the true emotional turmoil that every human possesses within them. There's great sadness and loneliness in your eyes. There's a longing within you that you haven't exposed to anyone, even to yourself. You're the personification of human conflict, constantly battling to acknowledge the hidden evil within you, but wanting so much to do good as you come to love the ones around you. You're the physical truth of the human condition, and you can't run or hide from it. Even if you wanted to.
The human heart is devious above all else; it is perverse – how can I even begin to understand it?
Your eyes close as you slowly blink away the tears. The glass quietly squeaks as you slide your fingers down the pane of the window. And you sigh longingly as you realise…
…I don't care why I'm here. I don't care if there's some hidden motive behind my existence. I don't care about any of it. I only care that I'm here now… with you… Sans. You're the only reason I'm here. Whether it's some emotional attachment or some petty infatuation that keeps me here, I don't care. I want to stay. I'll do anything to stay. I'll show you everything that I am, I'll strip away my mortal coil, and I'll show you the true extent of a human soul. I'll let you see it all. But… I swear to the gods… I won't ever let you see me cry.
Sans looks at you, not with lust, but with sympathy. He presses his hand against the wall as he had done before when you sat alone in the shed. And he wishes he could do more to help you. He wishes he could make this journey easier for you, but he simply doesn't know how. He doesn't know what it means to be human. He doesn't understand how someone can come to terms with being human. But he wants to let you know that he's here.
For the sake of the monster race, he wants you to do good. And for the sake of your soul… he just wants you to be happy.
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Chapter Four End. Chapter Five coming up soon…
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