Chapter 3.
A/N: Alright, here is the last chapter for the day! I will try and update on Monday or Tuesday, so please if you're enjoying the story so far, leave a comment and let me know what you think! Shout out to Kagayaku Hoshi-chan, for their awesome review! I hope you find some insight in this following chapter. Enjoy!
Sans stared down at the unconscious human, his hand still holding a firm grasp on their forehead while he panted slightly from the surprise. Her expression seemed neutral as she slouched against Sans, only to be supported by his other arm that had been behind her back. Papyrus stared downwards, seeing his brother's hand and eye socket glowing with blue energy, causing him to become slightly concerned that one of them actually got hurt in the confusion.
"Sans?" Papyrus' voice was relatively soft, causing his older brother to look up immediately to see the skeleton wringing his hands together nervously, glancing between him and the human with a nervous gaze. "Everything okay?"
Sans let out a slight breath, partially from being surprised momentarily from seeing the human in his territory, nearly summoning a gaster blaster believing they had come to harm Pap. Was everything okay? Pap was fine, he was fine, and the human…was fine.
Trying to relax slightly, he felt the magic die down as he removed his hand from young human's form, wincing slightly realizing he acted out of instinct, putting her to sleep. "Yeah, yeah Pap." His voice was slightly shaky but he cleared his throat, his smile slowly returning as he caught his brother's gaze once more. "You could say it had just had, rattled my bones."
There was a momentary silence before Papyrus let out an audible groan, not fully appreciating his brother's sense of humor despite the seriousness of the situation. Sans let his eyes drift back down to the sleeping human, their long blonde hair spilling over their shoulder as they leaned against the skeleton with a heavy sigh. He could tell clearly that it was a female in this degree, full pink lips and long lashes. The growing question that began to form was how she managed to get into Snowdin without him noticing?
The pause between the three left Papyrus to make his way down the stairs, wanting to try and explain why the human was even in the house in the first place. Sensing this from his brother, Sans carefully pulled the human from his side, lowering her completely on the ground before taking a step back and shoving his hands in his pockets.
She looked to be almost smaller than Sans, or perhaps being relatively close to his height. The shirt she was wearing that seemed to be over her other clothes was more of an oversized dress, draping over her side and slightly risen at the hip. The older skeleton let out a sigh before glancing up at his brother, a brow bone raised in question. "Pap?"
Papyrus paused at the bottom of the stairs, glancing between the human and his brother momentarily before clearing his throat. "IFOUNDTHE HUMANINTHESNOW, ITDIDN'T LOOKVERY GOODSOI BROUGHTITHERE…" his words jumbled together, hasty and almost impossible to understand as a faint orange glow of embarrassment covered his features.
Despite Papyrus having found his normal speaking voice once more, Sans lowered his gaze, nodding to himself mindlessly. "Right…" he whispered, looking over the unconscious girl once more. She seemed to be uncomfortable, but Sans narrowed his gaze slightly considering that he knew absolutely nothing about her other than…
"So," Sans began crossing his arms clearing his throat, a slight frown on his face. "How long has she been here?"
While the discussion had been brief between the two, and Papyrus having said he would return the human to the guestroom before coming back down, Sans leaned over in the couch with a slight groan, feeling a headache forming after being head butted by the woman. Questions were beginning to fluster, only making the throbbing worse. Having decided that anything he wanted to figure out could wait till later, Sans leaned back and tried to focusing on the TV as it did a rerun of the Mettaton talk show.
"SANS?" Papyrus came around the corner, having his scarf and gloves on, looked over the skeleton with concern. "I AM GOING TO TRAIN WITH UNDYNE NOW, WILL YOU BE ALRIGHT WATCHING OVER THE HUMAN UNTIL I GET BACK?"
Papyrus having plans with Undyne, had not gone past his train of thought. Sans assured the younger skeleton that he would call if anything happened, trying to tune out the growing migraine and discomfort of knowing the human was in his home.
The house was quiet for quite some time, the food that Sans having picked up left on the counter, not finding the desire to eat more important than investigating the individual further. Quietly climbing the staircase, taking note that they would have to human-proof the house if the human doesn't get itself together in regard to the previous epidemic, he paused outside the door and listened to see if she was awake.
A soft snore could be heard from behind the door, giving Sans a mental push to go ahead and peek inside. The sound of the door squeaking as he opened it caused the skeleton to pause in the entry, seeing the human shift slightly before returning to a regular breathing pattern. Cautiously walking in with hands in his jacket, Sans stepped over with a frown, looking at the human with interest and spite. She was small, wrapped up in the blankets with the teddy bear sitting respectively beside her, her hands close to her chest as she continued to sleep.
Sans frowned, knowing that despite humans looking to be innocent, she was far from it in his concern. Gritting his teeth, Sans felt the flicker of his eye illuminate her slightly, before he closed he eyes, turning away. He wanted answers. As he studied her face though, he began to notice something reflecting off the light. Tears.
She was crying in her sleep.
Frowning a bit, Sans stepped over taking his hand and gently placing it on the woman's shoulder, before her expression changed from sad to frightened in a snap. "Please." her voice whispering as her hands gripped the blankets, pulling them up as she shook her head. "Stop-kill me-don't."
Sans removed his hand quickly, startled from the woman's display, before frowning and shaking his head. He felt his hand shake before snarling slightly. "I doubt Tori didn't want to die either kid, but that doesn't change the fact that-"
"Please, leave her alone…" she whispered again, cutting him off. Tears were now visibly soaking into the pillow, her body shaking. "No more…just stop."
There was a brief pause between the two as Sans studied the woman. Was she asleep or was she faking it? Stepping forward, he took his hand as it began to glow a faint blue, before placing it on her head once more. She seemed to freeze under his touch, but he narrowed his gaze when he saw that she was indeed unconscious, causing him to pull back and cross his arms in frustration.
"You aren't supposed to be here, kid." Sans mumbled looking around the room. "Anywhere but here."
Sans huffed glaring at the woman, who was visibly shaking her sleep. He had ran across her earlier, and decided that he would let Papyrus find her as he had found Frisk in the other timelines before. He didn't expect though for him to actually bring her here. But it couldn't be helped at the moment, he would just need to be sure that she was not let out of his site. Period.
A few hours had passed and Sans had returned to the TV downstairs. Despite the show playing on the screen, he kept the volume on mute to be sure to be able to hear if there was any movement upstairs. But, there hadn't been, and that begun to make Sans more nervous and irritated. Having been told that Papyrus was going to stay a bit later with Undyne, the skeleton that lazily rested on the couch with a frown began to grow anxious.
Tempted at one point to just go ahead and march upstairs and wake the human up, Sans decided he might as well eat something before doing anything irrational. Right as he was about to sit back down though with burger in one hand and ketchup in the other, the sound of a strangled scream startled him enough to drop what he was doing and dash upstairs. Having pushed the door open roughly, he gazed at the human presuming that she screamed from having that nightmare from earlier, but was bothered when he saw that she was holding her neck, apparently choking herself on the floor.
"Hey!" Sans shouted rushing over to the middle of the room before grabbing hold of the woman's wrist, trying to pull them off her neck. "Hey, kid! Cut that out!" aggressively trying to pull the woman's hands away was deeming to be more difficult than needed be, Sans feeling his eye socket glowing as he was contemplating whether to attack her if it meant getting control over the situation.
The woman's eyes were strained, and he could tell that something was definitely not right. Of course, the choking one's self was already an issue, but the fact that this woman was actually begging to be released was making things more complicated.
"Stop! L-Let go!" she wheezed out shaking as her hands only seemed to tighten around her neck, causing her to roll her eyes back slightly from the hold as her feet were wildly kicking out from beneath her. "G-get it o-off!" she cried again, this time with less of a voice as her struggles seemed to become weaker.
Sans narrowed gaze began to flare, his hand about to pull out the humans soul if needed, before something occurred to him. Without thinking of it further, Sans raised his hand and summoned the individuals soul before taking a step back with shock.
The blue heart didn't hesitate to float from her chest, but the humans actions didn't cease, but rather seemed too had become more violent. Sans eyes widened as he couldn't see anything, but he could feel something dark and foreign accompany the human soul. There was something literally choking the life out of her.
Sans immediately summoned gaster blasters, the light in the room increasing as she he watched the thrashing human with fear and pain. "Don't worry kid, if anyone is gonna kill ya…" he raised his hand before narrowing his gaze. "It's going to be me."
…
This hurt. This…hurt.
I blinked tears out of my eyes as I felt my throat tighten from my hands. How was it even possible for this to be happening? I had awoken from my sleep when I felt something roughly pull me off the bed, forgetting the question how I managed to get back up to it was thrown out the window, as I felt myself being tackled on the floor before something began cutting off my windpipe.
"Grahhh!" my scream was partially muffled from the lack of air, the fact I was being choked terrified me, as I began to kick upwards and backwards, trying to get whatever was on me, off.
If I hadn't been paying attention, I may have not noticed the figure in the room that was trying to pull at my hands, yelling things that my mind wouldn't comprehend as I felt the chocking tighten around me. I was barely getting any air in my lungs as the hands once again found themselves at my wrist, demanding for me to let go.
But I couldn't.
"Stop! L-Let go!" I managed to scream out, the other pair of hands no longer at my wrists. I began to feel a sense of abandonment, realizing that the other individual was no longer trying to help me. "G-get it o-off!"
I barely was able to get those last words out, my senses beginning to strike me numb.
…
"Kid," a deep voice caused me to wince slightly as I felt something cold touch my cheek. It felt smooth as it gently cupped my side, rubbing my jaw slightly. "Common kid, open your eyes for me."
That voice, I recognize it. My eyes squinted a few times, trying to come around from my unwanted induced sleep, the feeling of something pressing up against my cheek being released before I felt it again on my forehead. A slight gentle wave of pressure flushed through me, and I began to find my eyes opening with dazed confusion as a sigh of relief was heard on my right.
"Jeez, almost didn't think you made it out of that one." Their deep voice caused me to slowly roll towards them, a hand catching my side as they gently pushed me back on the bed. "No getting up. You've caused enough trouble for one day."
My mind felt scrambled and my head throbbed. As soon as my vision began to clear, I looked over carefully to see a skeleton with a slight frown on their features, dark eyes with white specks staring right at me. Yet despite seeing him, my emotions were so dead that I could only blink and slowly, with a shaking hand, reach out and touch their face.
They seemed to freeze under my touch, but I blinked once more before closing my eyes and sighing. I was exhausted. Taking my hand back, I rested it on the bed feeling a slight sensation of irritation around my throat. Cautiously, I was about to touch my neck when I felt the hand grasp my own, holding it away before placing it back on the bed. Nothing was mentioned, as I took it as a sign that it was not something to be messed with at the moment. My body felt heavy, and my throat hurt.
"I…I."
"No talking either." The voice cut me off, a visible sign of discouragement written on his face as he stared coldly at me. "No. Talking."
My eyes flickered to him, feeling a slight sense of un-easement from the way he said it. It didn't sound like someone who would be telling them for their health, but rather being said in a commanding tone that made me feel small against them. I slowly nodded though, my eyes staring back at theirs with a new found nervousness as they studied my features thoroughly.
There was a stillness in the room, neither of us saying anything as my eyes studied his features. He was a skeleton. That much was clear. His eyes seemed to be focused in on me, regardless of where I glanced. He was currently wearing a blue furred hooded jacket, along with a very cold expression across his face. My eyes met his once more, and I almost felt the need to cry before he leaned forward with a glowing hand and glowing left eye, the specks of white disappearing from his sockets.
"I am going to ask a few questions, kid." He stated casually. I stared at him slightly taken aback. How did he expect me to answer if my throat was hurting how it was? Looking me up and down, his frown increased as he met my eyes once more. "You're going to answer me honestly, and if I have any noting suspicion that you are lying," he paused holding his hand dangerously close to my throat, his fingers and wisps of cool blue dancing off my skin as he grazed my skin. "I can assure you that you will have more than just a bad time."
I felt myself stiffen as the tips of his fingers trailed over my neck, able to tell that there was some sensitive bruising as he applied a little pressure upon his last statement. I tried not to cry, but could feel my eyes water as I nodded slowly. Seemingly satisfied that I was agreeing, he brought his hand back over my throat, his hand blazing.
Bracing myself for whatever he planned on doing, I squinted with a squeal as I felt him apply a gentle pressure over my windpipe, sending a slight cooling sensation in my throat. Realizing that I wasn't actually being harmed, I slowly opened my eyes to see his intently focused on my neck, he hand traveling from beneath my chin to the beginning of my collarbone. I couldn't help but let out a slight moan, the feeling beyond soothing as he continued working the blue flame over my inflamed throat.
A moment later he stopped, his hand and eye ceasing its glow. The second his hand left, I reached up to feel my throat and could tell that the tenderness was still there, but had been numbed immensely. Looking at him, I could see he was studying my reaction. "Feels better doesn't it?" he rather stated then asked, seeing that I was nodding back with a slight smile. He chuckled slightly before leaning back crossing his arms, and I could tell that would be all the generosity I was going to get up to this point. "Alright, now tell me kid," he began, eyes darkening.
"Just who in the hell do you think you are?"