Three days huh..?

Your eyes fall to the wad of cash on your night stand.

Cravings start to crawl on your spine, taking a hold of the shitty state you probably were in.

You need it...

"No... I don't..." Sweat started to build on your forehead, "F-fuuuck..." you rolled over to lay on your back, your stomach flipping with it.

With a groan you finally get up, it was sunset now.

You look down and see the sweat on the covers and pillows. You give out a sigh and get up and run to the bathroom to take a shower.

The longer you were in the shower the more your lungs and body seemed to scream at you.

You slammed your fist into the porclain wall, i Fuck this shit! /i

You angrily stop the water, get dressed in a hoodie, the back saying across, 'Miss Million', a present from Don when you won your 30th fight and black jeans with white toms. You pull the hood up and grab your phone and lock the door as you leave, you first pay your room a month ahead.

$315 left

You give out a sigh and call up your dealer.

200$ sounds like a good deal.

He told you to meet him at the usual spot and he was going to be sending someone for the job.

You agreed hesitantly and hung up the phone, instantly rushing to get to the spot. A new vigor within yourself.

You cut the sharp corner into the dark alleyway, you see the dark figure sitting on the trash can, cigarette smoke billowing from him ereeily.

A car passed by on his side, the headlights illuminated him breifly and your eyes went wide.

It's him.

As if reading your thoughts his left eye glows a soft light of yellow to hearing you stumble on a wooden plank you couldn't see.

He seemed just as surprised as you.

But sson that turned into that fucking smug ass smirk...

"Hey there beautiful. Missed me already?" He slid off the top of the can and slinked over to you, "You're not here for 'this' are you?" He held out the bag and you swore you felt your chest steel over and your breath hitch.

You eyed it cautiously, and back up to his playful gaze. You dig into your pocket, take out the money and he grasps it, puts it into his pocket. Along with your drugs.

"Give me what I came here for." You gritted out, James your drug dealer would b NOT /b be happy to see his 'associate' beaten up when you take your drugs from him by force.

He took a step to you but you stared into his eye with a glare, not even moving.

"Ooh, that look in your eyes, like I don't have what you want." He coo'd in a teasing manner, his hand wrapping around your waist.

"If you keep going; you're going to lose your hand. And you know I'm not fucking joking."

He chuckled, his hand stilling none the less, "Just rattle my bones why don't you?" His cigarette hung between his teeth, burning the toxic smoke in fron of oyu, clouding his empty eye.

"What do you want asshole? Don't you have someone better to bug?" You roll your eyes, "I don't play games, so sorry, but not sorry." Your eyes met his glowing yellow eye.

"Actually. I want you. I probably could bother another bitch that's not as fun as you," His eye tilted to the side, like he was rolling his eyes, "But that would bore me to death." His eye fell onto you again, "Who said I was playing?" He spat his cigarette out to the side as his look became feral.

The wind was then knocked out of you as he pushed you to the wall forcefully, a gasp escapes your mouth and he takes the moment to take your lips, yellow filled your gaze as a tongue slipped in to your mouth, swirling with yours.

Your hands tried to push at him, and when that didn't work your fist came up to punch his face. He caught oyur wrist and you notice the hold that was in his palm, your eyes going wide to seeing it.

You tried again with your other fist going for his sternum, but he caught that too, he now pinned your wrists above oyur head, a line of both your drool dripping down at the corner of your mouth.

You went to bite his tongue, but it retreated before you could even put that thought to action.

That annoying shit eating grin taking place in his face.

He brought his skull to the side of your head, "You better not see any one else that isn't me while I'm this interested in you." He pulled away and sucked in a quick breath to seeing your deifant eyes.

"God... Such a strong expression." When you felt his hand cup your cheek you tried to move your hands but when they didn't budge you looked up and see glowing yellow bands holding your wrists down.

"You like it? I have many uses for my magic." You see then, two glowing hands that looked just like his own with holes in the palms. They traced up your belly and went up the curve of your breasts, roughly massaging them. He stepped back, amusingly watching the show.

Sweat started to cover your body, not from sexual tension now. But you were withdrawing.

You started to pant now, "P-please..."

He tsked, "Begging already?"

You wince and look away and mutter low, "Please give me what I came here for..."

"Huh?" He got close now, his own hand taking place of the etheral hand, "I didn't quite catch that love."

You looked up to him now, a new glare taking place on your face, "I said give me my fucking drugs, I'm kicking like a mother fucker over here!" When the bands let go of your wrists they fell to your sides, your gaze now watching the ground.

You felt a hand grasp your cheeks firmly to make you look at his eye, "Buy from me. Only me. This guy you're buying from, he's got bad shit you don't need."

"What the fuck do you know about fucking drugs huh?! You just come into the picture all of a sudden and you expect me to trust you?! You touch me with out my permission, you kiss me with out consent! You're just a glutton for punishment ain't chu?" You were breathing hard now, your hands leaning on your knees as your addiction was hitting you hard.

Reminding you who was in control

"F-fuck..!" You felt like your lungs were being squeezed the life out of, "Anything, please! Just get me high..!" His hand grabbed your arm and lifted you up.

"Well, I'm asking for your consent now to help you."

"FUCK! JUST GO. YOU NOW ASK ME THIS SHIT?" Sweat dripped your face, your vision going cloudy.

Soon it felt like the ground went out beneath you.

When you look around, it wasn't the alleyway anymore.

It was now a livingroom that you weren't familiar with.

"W-where are we? How did we get here?" You panted out. He rested you on a black leather couch, not answering or looking at you, and went somewhere behind a door.

You took in the surroundings, in front of you and this black couch was a metal lined table with glass, holding on top of it, random magazines and an ash tray and a glass of whiskey with ice still melting in it. In front of that was a wooden stand that had a good sized flat screen on it.

The floor was carpeted floor was milky white as a black shag rug was under your feet, reaching under the couch and table.

Sweat dripped even more on your face, SHIT. This is his fucking place ain't it?!

The door he went behind swung open again and he came back with what you your body desired. Your pupils dialate to seeing it as he put it on the table, his eyes fixated on you.

"Knock yourself out kid. Thats about 200$ worth." He gestured to it with his hand as he lit another cigarette, "I gave James the money. But this is my shit." Smoke bellowed out his mouth as he spoke and grabbed the glass of whiskey, leaning into the back of the couch and kicking his feet up on the table.

Your fingers itched and your skin seemed to crawl. You glanced over at him, "What do you want in return? I know this ain't a freebie."

He smirked as he sipped on his drink, "Very clever." He sighed, "Hmm, what do I want huh?.." His eyes tilted to the side, "I seem to get under your skin already enough. How about you let me have your SOUL?" A yellow tongue sneaked out from between his teeth and raked over them slowly as he was again looking at you with that hunger in his eyes.

You scoff, "Sure, why not Satan." You spurt saracstic as you can, "Seriously what the hell do you want Asshole? Stop playing around." You glance at the table again with the contents before you.

"Who said I was playing?"

This made your breath catch in your throat and you looked back at him, "It's not worth it 200$ of this shit, I'll tell you that."

He seemed to think it over carefully as he puzzled over you, "You're right." He took his feet of the table and sat up, his elbows now resting on his knees as one of his hands held the glass in his hand. His gaze not leaving yours, "You're worth a lot more 'Miss Million'."

You shook your head, "Flattery will get you no where with me so just stop. I'm not interested in things like that."

"Then what are you interested in?"

Your hand slaps onto the leather couch, a coord now snapping in your head, "What the hell is up with all these fucking questions?" it was a low growl that left your throat as you stared at the shag carpet now.

"You might not be interested in that stuff, but I am. And I plan on taking down those walls of yours." He shifted and he grabbed your chin to have you glare at him darkly, "I plan on making you mine, so you better brace yourself." He let go and your face stayed there staring, on par of bewilderment, anger, and deep down... fear, "Now take your medicine. I hate wasting time where I could be doing something."

You looked back at the table.

Your body moved on it's own.

You accepted his deal

You didn't see the growing smile on his face...

You woke up, your mind feeling like a endless sea. Swaying back and forth behind closed eye lids. Musky colonge filling your nose confirming that, yes, you were still inside the skeleton's home. Something cold was on your forehead, doing a good job of mixting its watery perspirant with your sweat. The leather of the couch sticking to your arms...

A pillow below your head was engulfing your head as well and you simply shift around until your body faced the back of the couch. Slowly peeling off the black leather.

What you didn't expect was the pillow to shift under you.

You open your eyes almost immediately and see the said skeleton right there, his head turned down, his eye sockets closed. A small groan escaping him.

You then notice where his hand was... You then notice your hoodie gone...

squeeze squeeze

Your face turned a dark red, his hand massaging your breast under your bra.

You quickly grab his hand and pull it off, but his hand gripped yours back, "I was havin' nice dreams til your SOUL freaked out. Does me touching you scre you that much? 'The big, bad skeleton'?"

You blushed hard at this and sit up, his arms snaking around your waist as he let out a loud sigh, his grip still on your hand as he brought it with him around you.

A low growl escaping you in irritation.

"You can't blame me love, your body just screams beautiful...~" He sleepily drawled. you only inched across the couch with your feet to pull you closer to the edge.

"But love's alast trying to leave..." He said darkly, "When will she remember that she gave her SOUL to me?"

"I DIDN'T GIVE YOU MY BODY! NOW LET ME FUCKING GO NOW BEFORE I ROUND HOUSE KICK YOUR ASS SO HARD YOU FLY INTO ITSELF!" You wiggle and try to tear away from him, your face getting redder and redder by the second.

"I saw it. Your SOUL!" This made you stop immediately.

He chuckled to your reaction, "Such a pale grey... I was surprised. But even under the grey, and trust me I had to dig deep... I saw blue. You know what those mean (Y/N)?" When you didn't answer he took that as your answer, "Heh, grey means lonliness, isolation, depression, despair, pessemist... But blue, that means Loyalty, optimistic, faith, and compassion."

You were shaking now, how he did that with your SOUL, it made you feel so vulnerable.

You hated being vulnerable.

Get out. Get out while you can.

"It's okay (Y/n)." He could feel the vibrations your SOUL gave.

He's just going to hurt you. Run..!

You pull away and grab your hoodie, slipping it back on quickly, "I have to go."

"Please stay for a while longer." Your body paused for a minute, but soon snapped back into flight as you go for the front door.

"At least let me take you home." His bony hand went on top of yours in his panic, halting your progress on getting the hell out of here.

You flinch back, pulling your hand away, fear etching into your face as you hold that hand to your chest.

"(Y/N) I'm not going to hurt you. I promise."

This made anger couse through your veins now, "What do you know about any of that huh?! Did Don tell you my fucking LIFE STORY? Well let me tell you fucking something you asshole! DON DON'T KNOW SHIT OF WHAT I WENT THROUGH!" Tears streaked down your cheeks now, "TAKE ME HOME! I WANT TO GO HOME!" You scream out, your body shaking uncontrollably.

He didn't move for a good while. Just staring at you. Taking in your state...

See? He's judging you... Going to leave you in the dust, just like the others.

You grasp your head, pangs and throbs doubling you over.

"(Y/N)!" Your name echoed in your mind, why did he sound so scared?

Once your brain started to stop throbbing, a dull pain just ringing in your ears, you noticed he was holding your head as he knelt. His hands on top of yours while they were over your ears.

You start to laugh, it was weak, almost defeated, "You don't need to know me... I'll only end up hurting you in the end. Please... Believe me when I say this... Please don't like me..."

His bony fingers went through your hair, small shushes going in your ear.

"Come on (Y/N)." You felt yourself being lifted bridal style and you curl to his rib cage. Tears flowing freely now as small sobs racked down.

Your head felt heavy now, hearing him mutter, "I can't just let you go when you've rattled my bones like that." Before everything went into dark and quiet sleep.

Sans flipped his phone open and dialed Don, leaving his room after he placed you on his bed;

"Yallow!" Don's loud voice made Sans flinch, he's been yelled enough at you today. He didn't need this crap.

"Don, she's over here at my place. Where's her house?"

"WHAT?" Sans flinched again and pulled the phone away from his skull once more, "WOW! Sansy, I had no idea you were THAT good in swooning! And there you have her over there already! Woooow. Thats crazy my friend."

"Don, I need her address." He leaned on the back of his couch.

"Oh! Right, right. She lives at XXXX Kolus st. room 42"

"Geez, that's the fucking ghetto." He glanced at his room's door, concern etching his face, "Well I'm having a 'guest' over and I can't have her here when she's about to bite my skull off every second." He let out a sigh.

"Already over her huh? Damn you're cold Sansy!"

"Who said I was over her?" A smile crept on his teeth, "I haven't fucked her yet if that's what you're thinking. She had to take care of a few things, I thought why don't I provide for her instead?"

"Oh Sansy you didn't... She needs to get off that shit man! No wonder why she's biting your skull off, she gets fucking crazy on that shit."

"I know, I've got a plan man, calm down." His brows etched together.

"You better Sans! Cause if not she might not have much longer! And I don't want to lose my best fighter!"

"Yeah, I promise." Sans sighed, he was on thin ice now, "I'll call you later okay?"

"Yeah see ya Sansy!" and just as quickly the phone line went dead.

Sans flipped his phone back and stuffed it in his pocket, "Kolus st. huh? Hmm..." He remember faintly of that street and went into the room.

You had taken off your jacket in your sleep again, he was tempted to crawl in the bed and feel your squishy flesh but moved it to the back of his mind as he took off his jacket and wrapped it around you, covering a good portion of your chest. He reached into many of your pockets until he came upon your keys and shoving them in his own pocket. Then taking you into his arms bridal style again and he teleported to the front of the building. He went into the building, the front receptionist watching him closely with commenting "She better be alive monster..." Before going back to whatever they were doing. He walked slowly up the steps, once his arms started getting tired he just used his magic to float her behind him as he kept ascending.

10... 20... geez this is a pain in the ass... 30... oh thank fuck 40!

He was out of breath at this point and leaned against the stairs railing, taking a small break as you soundlessly slept, floating in front of him. A small yellow glow surrounding your form as he took a good couple of strands of your hair between his phalanges and placed a psuedo-kiss on it.

His pin prick eyes taking in your face, it looked so much more calmer and less stressed when you were asleep...

He started to walk to your door five doors down and found it. When he fumbled with your keys, the door behind him opened, "HEY BITC-"

It was a old looking fart, he had grey hair going this way and that in small patches, his under eyes were dark and deep. But his sentence was cut off as Sans glared at him, "I'm sorry- what was that? I didn't quite hear you..." Sans said dangerously.

"N-nothing!" And with that slammed the door closed, Sans simply scoffed at the man and opened the door finally with the right key. Once he had you in he closed the door behind him.

He took in your surprisingly clean apartment, it was simple and small, your bed, brown covers and black pillows, a simple, metal bed frame. A small TV on a stand, and a kitchen to the right of your bed, a lone chair sitting at where the edge of the tile meets carpet.

Books were scattered on your night stand. An alarm clock that wasn't plugged in sitting by them.

Cozy. Smelled funny, but cozy. He floated you to the bed, he pulled back the blanket and floated you to the bare bed, pulling the covers back when you were settled.

You were sweating again, so he left a small bag on your night stand.

He turned to your kitchen and decided to be a little snoopy, he wagered it was to make sure you were eating.

He opened all the cabinet doors and only found hamburger helper or cup of noodles, either that or a couple cans of spam. Oh and a bag of Frito twists... and three cans of vienna weinnies.

He winced, This needs to change...

He closed them all with a wave of his hand, and opened the fridge, only a 12 pack of beer, three of them missing, a gallon of milk, a few water bottles, half a loaf of bread, some lunch meat and Kraft cheese slices.

He let out a sigh, "Welp, aren't you just the handful?" He closed the door and scratched the back of his skull.

He stepped over to the bed, his eyes tracing over your face for a couple minutes before leaning over and kissing your forehead.

"I don't kiss either so you better be greatful when you wake up..!" He muttered low.

He then teleported back to his own place.

A knock was at the door.

He looked at his clock, Right on time...

He went over to the door and opened it, a wide grin going over his face as his yellow tongue swept over his teeth, "Hello Dinaya."