Sorry I didn't update yesterday T_T Suddenly I'm in a depressing mood again... Please enjoy the installment and whatnot. Chapter for a little while may be more like drabbles rather than full-length things, so don't expect massive updates. Kinda at a block here, but kinda not. Just need to get past this part...

You knew you had told Sans that 'Alex' was your 'cousin' and everything, but you didn't expect him to stroll right up to 'her' and greet her. It was rather confusing, to say the least, but you had a role to play. Like an actor, but darker.

"Hello, Miss Doe. Mind if I just call you Alexandra?" You shrugged, falling into a casual persona.

"Alex is fine." He nodded, and held out his hand to shake. The whoopee cushion was blatantly obvious, but it made you feel a little better. You shook his hand, and it let out an exaggeratedly long sound. Sans chuckled a bit to himself, mumbling his 'works every time' spiel. You... almost giggled, but instead settled for a small grin.

"So... shouldn't you be in the classroom already, watching homeroom?"

"Nah. They were hardly supervised before, and I doubt they'll want someone supervising now," he shrugs nonchalantly, stating this as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. By now he'd probably figured out that this was a crap school in a crap neighborhood in a crap area, but he was talking as if he'd been around for years. Like the old janitor.

"Fair point." He shrugged.

"Did Frisk tell you anything about me?"

"They told me you're really cool, and that you're a good friend. Said I would probaby meet you when she ran into that woman.. uhm... Toriel, was it?"

"When she'd tell you that, though?"

"I actually live pretty far away from here, so during the school year I stay at their house. I come home for breaks and everything, though."

"So you seem them everyday?"

"Yup, pretty much. Frisk can't go to school here, cuz' she can't like... see the board, or anything. She has private lessons or something, somewhere else in town."

"Makes sense."

"Yup."

"So.. cya in class?"

"Why would I miss comedy hour?"

"Tibia honest, you seemed to dislike it."

"I was just tired. Don't take it personally."

"If you say so, buddy."

"Mmkay. Your name is... Sans, right? I think that's what Frisk said."

"That's me, alright. Sans the sans-ational skele-pun making skeleton." You couldn't help it that time. You had to laugh... too funny for you, but you kind of thought it was worth it. Sans wore an oddly happy expression at this, but not long enough for you to really get a good look at it. It was in your peripheral vision anyway, and you could have just been imagining it, after all. "Welp, I gotta go before they do break the window or something..." Sans mumbled, walking away. You turned to try and tell him 'bye', but he was already gone. Probably took a shortcut again.

Honestly... this was going to make your future a bit harder and less predictable, but you would stay determined. Your friend have been dying to reach the surface for a long time now, and you couldn't ruin their finally happy ending by dropping this shithole of problems on them. Besides, they'd have enough to deal with once they started having conferences and getting into the media. You'd soon be left behind, and things would return to your 'normal'. You simply weren't meant for a happy ending, you realized a long time ago. You would just be satisfied so long as your friend reached theirs. They'd probably travel all over the world, meet a bunch of important people, and finally make room for monsters back on the Aboveground.

You'd still be here, going to school and slowly destroying yourself internally, something you were perfectly find with. And once they were sure they'd forgotten about you... you'd die in peace. Go somewhere they'd never find the body and finish it. You would rather think of it as undisturbed sleep, where no one could bother it. It may not have been a happy ending, but it would be a peaceful mercy. It'd be a long time before anyone realized you were even missing, besides your father, and you had absolutely no doubt that your friends could possibly be on the other side of the world at the time. Even if they did come back to the 'humble semi-beginnings' town, would anyone even mention it to them? Would any of them even go looking for you? Would it really bother them that much? Sure, they might pay some respects at some morgue, or something... but then they'd move on and be done with it. Just a second thought.

Thing is, you were fine with that. You didn't see what was wrong with the ability to move forward, regardless of the method. After all, most of them kind of did try to kill you. Or at least, attacked. Toriel didn't intend to kill you, but that didn't mean the burns didn't ghost on your skin every now and then. Papyrus' bone attacks weren't too pleasant to experience, and oh god Undyne's spears... among other things, like what became of the monsters subject to the determination experiments and Mettaton's many tries, and... Nabstablook's tears, even though you personally thought he was rather adorable and obviously could not stay mad at any of them, including the monsters and attacks not listed. Especially since you were friend and everything.

You had your moment in the spotlight. And now it was simply over. It was nothing new; and you certainly weren't the first to be subject to it.

A chiming/buzzing sound rudely ripped you from your deep thoughts. Time for 'English class' with your pun-making friend that you were telling complex lies to and physically lying through your actions to try and keep him from becoming suspicious and making sure he never realized the information in front of him. At least, never pieces it together. Life is such an ass, isn't it? Risking, failing, succeeding, repeat. You supposed LOVE, both the acronym and actual thing, were the same. You risk. Sometimes you fail. Sometimes you succeed. Then you do it again. What a wonderful paradox.