"Star…" You stir in your sleep. You're vaguely aware of a tingling sensation over on your side but you're not entirely sure what it is.

"Hmm." You mumble, shifting again slightly.

"What are these…?" Your eyes shoot open as you realise that the feeling was Sans' fingers tracing the scars on your skin, during the night you must've slid down on the couch, making your shirt lift on your body. You quickly roll over and off the couch, kneeling on the floor and pulling your jacket down to cover the exposed flesh.

"They're nothing." You say defensively.

"They're everywhere." Sans gets up and inches closer, his eyes narrowed in concern. You stand up and step backwards, holding your hands in front of you, signalling for him not to come any closer.

"They're nothing." You repeat, a little harsher than you intended. You notice that your hands are shaking and you tuck them under your arms, tears are prickling at your eyes and you look away. Not now… "I need to go to the bathroom…" You say, basically sprinting to it and locking the door behind you. Forehead and fists resting on the door, you fall down to a kneeling position, the salty droplets running down your cheeks as you feel the pain in your chest worsen. You know that it's not really hurting, that it's just a memory of way back when, but it feels real every time. It's the first time anyone's ever touched the faded lines other than you, and you feel just as you had expected. Torn. Damaged. Broken. And now he knows.

You're not sure how long you stay there, silently weeping. You hear two knocks on the door but say nothing.

"You're supposed to ask 'who's there?'." Sans' voice sounds from the other side. You remain silent. "Come on, kid, throw me a bone here." Glossing over the fact that he called you a kid again, you decide to humour him.

"Who's there?" You say quietly, your voice sounding strangled.

"Adore."

"Adore who?"

"Adore is between us. Open up." A hint of a smile tugs at the corners of your lips. How can he do that when you feel so miserable…? You unlock the door and back away from it slowly. Sans doesn't waste a moment to open it and step inside. Before you realise what he's doing he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder, like you're a sack of potatoes.

"Put me down!" You shriek in surprise.

"Nope."

"Sans, please!"

"Nope." You huff at him and go limp hoping that'll throw him off. It doesn't. He unceremoniously drops you on the couch and pins your hands over your head, sitting down on your legs to keep them in place. "If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine with me but you're not going anywhere until you're giggling like a schoolgirl." You feel blood rising to your cheeks and your eyes dart towards Papyrus' room. "And if you're thinking of calling for help, Paps is already gone." There goes that plan…

"You know if I really wanted to I could push you off me in a second."

"So you're saying you don't want to push me off." At that your eyes go wide and you blush harder than you ever had before.

"That's not-"

"Oh, it is." He cuts you off smirking and wiggling his brow bones. You've never felt so flustered but you're suddenly filled with determination and you use Sans' weight against him, turning yourself over to the end of the couch and falling down, pinning him underneath you.

"HA!" You shout victorious. "Who's got who now, huh?" You smile widely at him, unbelievably proud of yourself.

"Got to admit, you've got moves. But…" He swipes at one of your arms and you fall on top of him. Or you think you do, until you realise you're face planted down on the floor and he's sitting on your back.

"How did you…"

"Mad skills. And a bit of magic." You can just hear the grin on his face.

"Oh this isn't over." You gather all the strength you can muster and lift yourself up, Sans stumbling off of you. Just as he turns around to face you, you go to tackle him down but he's suddenly gone. "What the…" You feel a tap on your shoulder.

"Behind ya."

"Now that's just playing dirty." You say turning to face him. He shrugs but by the look on his face you can tell he's thoroughly enjoying this.

"Is that all you got?" A bubbling laughter crawls out of you without permission. You can't believe you just did this. It's so silly and yet… So freeing. And to think just a few moments ago you were locked in a bathroom wrapped in self-loathing… You push those thoughts to the back of your mind. You guess it can't all be bad, right?

"Yeah, you win. I give."

"Good. Wouldn't want to have to give you a bad time."

As he steps forward to get closer to you, you grab his wrist and twist his arm behind his back leaning in and whispering. "I lied." You're making sure not to hurt him but you can tell you've taken him by surprise. Once again you're oddly pleased with yourself. "Never let your guard down in a fight. You never know what your opponent's going to throw at you."

"Don't I know it…" His voice suddenly sounds distraught and you immediately let him go.

"I'm sorry, I… I got a little carried away." You waltz backwards and run your fingers through your hair, feeling guilt-ridden.

"Nah, it's okay, just some memories resurfaced. Haven't done anything like this since…" He drifts off but doesn't continue and you don't press him for information, knowing what it's like to have your own dark secrets.

After that the day goes by uneventful. Both you and Sans are quiet most of the time and when Papyrus arrives you try not to act too depressed, not wanting to bring down his always wonderful mood. Night falls, like it does after every day, and you stare out of the window.

"I can tell you want to go there." You look at Sans, who's leaning against the wall outside of Papyrus' door.

"I've done it every night since I… Left… It's kind of a habit that I don't really want to break."

"Let's go then." He offers you his hand and after an instant you take it.

When you're at that little park, back underneath the stars, it's where you think you belong. Despite everything, here you feel at peace. It's the way the starlight shines into your eyes, unbothered by the overpowering lights of the town.

You keep your feet on the ground as you swing slightly back and forth. "Sans…"

"Hmm."

"Do you ever dream about the Underground?" You ask.

"Yeah. And I always wake up in a sweat, thinking that it's not a dream." You nod in understanding. "Since I met you, they stopped, though I'm more terrified that they might come true."

You turn to him and you're about to say something when you feel the hairs on your neck stand. Out of instinct you push Sans away to the side and a blast of magic shoots right past your face, nearly scorching the skin off your nose. Your head snaps to the direction the projectile had come from and there he stands. Instantaneously, fury starts sparking inside you. Your hands clench to fists and bile rises in your throat.

"Where did you get that power?" You shout at him.

"You really didn't think that after you escaped and monsters started showing up I wouldn't take the opportunity to try it for myself, did you?" His sickening smirk makes your stomach twist.

"Sans… Leave… now…" You feel power pumping through your veins.

"I'm not going anywhere without-" He stops when he looks you in the eyes, they're glowing red, the air surrounding you electrifying, magic surging through you. He steps backwards, his expression a mix of fear and confusion.

"You're hanging around monsters now? After they killed Chara." At the sound of their name your head snaps back to your attacker.

"YOU FUCKING BASTARD! YOU KILLED CHARA!" You growl at him. His own eyes start glowing.

"Now, is that any way to treat your father?" Your body trembles with rage.

"You're not my father." And with that you charge towards him, he conjures up a knife in his hand. He always did love those.

You raise your hand in front of you, sending a myriad of magic bullets his way, which he dodges effortlessly. So you decide to materialise a weapon of your own, a short sword, which you promptly thrust downward only to have him sidestep out of the way. You throw blow, after blow at him, and he somehow just keeps getting away. He's faster than you, but you're determined to keep up your attack.

"I WILL END YOU!" You scream lunging your weapon forward, and he masterfully blocks it with his own. You go to back away but it's too late, his hand is on your stomach and he sends you flying backwards with an explosion of magic from his palm. You feel yourself crash against something, no, someone, hard, making you grunt in pain as they wrap their arms around you. The world begins to blur and for a moment you think it's because you're going to pass out but as you go to charge forward once again you realise your surroundings have changed.

You're in a dark, messy room, dirty socks scattered around the floor. You turn around and see Sans, left eye blazing blue, standing in front of you. You're still filled with anger and without thinking you shout at him. "What did you do? I was going to kill him!"

Sans steps closer. "No you weren't." He grabs your wrists tightly and lifts your arms up in front of your face. "But he was going to kill you!" You notice your jacket covered in cuts and stained red with blood. You look down at yourself to see similar wounds all over you, and you feel the magic in your soul quiet down.

"I…" You feel weak and fall to your knees, Sans following you suit, his eyes returning to normal, his expression softening. "I was so blinded with rage I didn't even notice…"

"Well, I did. And it tore me apart."

"I'm so sorry you had to see that…" You cover your face with your hands.

"I'm sorry you had to go through it. We should get you patched up…" You shake your head and assure him you're okay. It's nothing that you're not used to, this time it doesn't even seem to hurt so bad, maybe you're just numb now… Tears start rolling down your cheeks. Sans lifts your face and wipes them away with his thumbs. "You have some explaining to do." You suppose you can't avoid it now. You rest your head on his shoulder.

"I don't even know where to begin…"

"How about you start by telling me how you know Chara." He almost spits out their name and you flinch, a dull ache settling in your chest.

"Chara…" You wrap your arms around Sans' neck for support. "Was my brother…"

NOTE: In the next chapter, all will be revealed! Ah and yes, in my head Chara is a boy :P Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed this chapter