"Come on Kid. You have to eat more than that." Sans was trying to coax you into finishing more of your dinner, but you couldn't. Just because your stomach was growling didn't mean you could eat. You push your plate away a little and make a pained face.

"My stomach is really starting to hurt. I think I'm just going to lie down for a little while." You were living with the Skeletons, but they decided that sleeping on the couch was unacceptable for "The best friend of the Great Papyrus!" So they converted the shed into a little apartment area, with a small hallway connecting the main house. There wasn't a kitchen, so it was really just a room with a small bathroom, but it was perfect.

Sans made a scoffing noise in the back of his throat and continued to eat his dinner, dipping the chicken in obscene amounts of ketchup. You made your way to your room and closed the door with a sigh. Clicking the lock in place, you crouched and pulled something out from under your bed.

The scale was the first thing you purchased after settling down in the small snowy town. It was an electronic glass scale, and you used it religiously. You could feel the few bites of chicken rolling around in your stomach and braced yourself for the number.

You felt tears drip down your chin as you stare in horror at the weight. How is that possible? You gained .6 pounds in one day? You scribbled down the number with a shaking hand and tossed the notebook onto the bed and slid the scale back under.

You sat on the mattress and felt your stomach growl again. You had been trying so hard to skip as many meals as possible, but today you slipped up big time. Papyrus made Danishes for breakfast, your favorite, and Sans took you to Grillby's for lunch. You ate way too much.

You hooked your feet under the frame of your bed and did your daily set of sit ups. You've only started this 'diet' four days ago, but you could already feel the definite burn from this particular exercise. After that, you did a set of jumping jacks and finished with a core workout. Anything to get your stomach flatter.

You opened your bedside drawer and pulled out a soft measuring tape. You measured around your waist, your ribs, your hips and your thigh. No change yet, but you were determined. You felt the room shift a little, and you fall onto the bed.

Closing your eyes, you only meant to rest for a few minutes. Next thing you know there's a knock at your door.

"Kiddo? It's almost noon! You feeling okay?" You shot up, the notebook falling to the ground with a dull thud.

"Y-yeah just forgot to set an alarm I guess."

"Why is your door locked?" He asked with concern. You pretended not to hear him as you threw on a clean shirt and ran a brush through your hair. You opened the door, expecting some sort of lecture, but he just looked you up and down and took a step back, gesturing for you to go first.

"Human! There you are! You missed a wonderful breakfast prepared by yours truly!"

"Sorry Papyrus. I guess I forgot to set my alarm last night."

"Speaking of which, how are you? You said last night you were having stomach problems."

"I'm going great bud. Thanks for asking."

"Here kid. I made up a plate for you." Sans handed you a small plate of scrambled eggs and toast, and it took all your will power not to flinch.

"T-thanks Sans. I'll go take a shower and eat it after okay?" He hummed and waved nonchalantly, heading out the front door. You smiled at Papyrus and headed back to your room. Your stomach growled loudly but you resisted. You were strong.

You tipped the food into the trashcan in your room and placed the empty plate on your bedside table. You grabbed a clean outfit and headed to your bathroom. When you say it's small, you mean small. It was maybe five steps from door to wall, the shower against the left wall., the sink directly across from it and the toilet tucked behind a little wall.

Throwing your old clothes into one pile and the new outfit into another, you turned the hot water on, waiting for the steam to work up. As soon as the mirror began fogging up, you turned the shower on and stepped in.

The hot water did wonders for you, your muscles instantly relaxing. You wash yourself and you feel more human. You take a deep breath and spend a few more moments in the heat before turning the knob all the other way. Ice cold water spat at you, causing your jaw to chatter within moments. But it was good for you.

The cold water burned calories. It'll help you. You stood in the frigid water for as long as you could stand before you lost all feeling in your fingers, your nail beds starting to turn blue. You turn off the water and wrap yourself in your towel, quickly drying off and changing.

Papyrus was still in the kitchen, humming a cheery tune. He was sitting at the table, doing something on his phone. He looked up as you entered and his brow bones scrunched.

"Human your lips are blue! That cannot be good for your health!" He stood and rushed to you, placing a hand on your cheek, the heat from his bones caused you to flinch.

"Nah I'm oaky Pap. Don't worry." You gently bat his hand away, but it wasn't quick enough. He felt how icy your own hand was and gathered it in his own, rubbing your fingers between his palms to warm them.

"Here Human, come sit and I'll make you something warm to drink." You couldn't say no, so you sat down and prayed you wouldn't really have to drink it. The mug warmed your fingers instantly, and you made a show of blowing on the piqued to cool it.

You talked about random subjects until Papyrus had to leave, something about helping Mettaton with his next show. You managed to talk through the whole morning, not once taking a sip of your drink. When you were sure Papyrus had left, you placed the now cold mug on the counter and poured yourself a glass of ice water.

"Hey Kiddo! I brought home some dogs for us! Papyrus won't be home for dinner so I only got enough for us two." Sans called to the house, knowing you would hear him even if you were in your room.

"Oh thanks Sans… actually I'm not very hungry. I made a pretty big dinner for myself already but thanks for the thought." It was a lie of course. The last thing you ate was dinner two nights ago, but you would never tell him that. You were doing so well with your diet. You had lost two pounds already, between not eating and your exercising.

"You sure? You're looking a bit thin over there." He commented airily. You felt your face flush with pride. He could already tell?

"Aw thanks, but I'm okay really. I'm going to take a shower. I'll catch up with you soon though." You exited, planning on taking another cold shower after completing your sit ups and such. Sans watched you go with confusion.

He shrugged and went into the kitchen, placing the hot dogs on the table. He dig in the fridge looking for some ketchup, but stopped. Something was wrong here. He had stocked the fridge a few days ago, so he knew what was in there, and there was nothing missing from the last time he checked. Something about that made Sans' stomach uneasy.

If the kid didn't eat, he thought to himself, why would she lie about it? He looked around, hoping to be prove wrong, but everything was where it was when he left, not a crumb out of place. The only difference was a mug on the counter. Under closer investigation, he realized it was still full.

Something was definitely wrong, but he had to make sure before he went around accusing you of anything outrageous.

It had been two weeks into your 'diet' and no one seems to have noticed anything. You were outside with Papyrus and some of the local children. It was the morning after a fresh snowfall, and everyone was in a playful mood.

You and Papyrus made a fort in front of your house, the other kids making their fort closer to Grillby's. The following snowball fight was one that would go down in the history book. For an hour straight the two teams exchanged fire.

More than once you got a snowball directly to the face, but you just laughed it off. Your vision suddenly went out for a second and you stumbled directly into Papyrus, who was about to launch the next wave. He automatically dropped the snow in order to right you so you didn't fall.

"Human, are you alright?" You nod, but that made your head swim even more. He knelt next to you and you felt his hands flutter over your forehead. The other kids must have sensed something was wrong because they crowded around you.

You made to stand, but faltered, falling to one knee. You cursed under your breath. You had been making sure to eat something every two days so you wouldn't pass out, but you forgot today with the snowball fight taking precedence in your head. You were carefully picked up and carried into the warm house.

The skeletons fussed over you for almost two days, thinking you had a cold from being in the snow for so long. They never once guess it was because you hadn't been eating…

You couldn't be happier. In less than a month, you were down ten pounds. You read somewhere that at first you'd lose weight like crazy, then it would even out to an average. But you couldn't be happier. You've been noticing some appearance changes, but those were easy enough to cover up. Because you weren't eating, your hair had become flat and dull, easy enough to fix with some special conditioner. Your nails had begun to turn a sickly yellow color, but you painted them so it wouldn't show though.

The hardest thing to hide was the shallowness in your cheeks, but with some well-placed strokes of makeup, you managed to make it look intentional. You looked amazing, or better than you did a month ago. You were still fat though.

You stared at your reflection, noting how your ribs had started to poke through your skin, but you were still too wide. The gap between your legs was a little wider, but your thighs still touched. It was an improvement, but it wasn't good enough. A knock came from your door and you threw a baggy shirt on before answering.

"Hey Kid. Alphys invited everyone over for this big pot luck dinner thing. Pap made some fancy noodle dish for our contribution. And no, you can't get out of this. Alphys requested you came especially." You suppressed a groan. There was no way you were getting out of this.

"Yeah okay sounds fun. Let me get changed okay?" Sans smile and nodded, leaving you to your own devices. Little did you know, his grin turned a little more mischievous as his back turned to you. You closed the door and sighed, hoping no one would notice you not eating. Then again, you could always try…

You shake your head. You promised yourself it would never come to that. You changed into a nice sweater and pulled your hair back into a high pony tail. It took you twice as long to do your make up so you didn't look sickly, but Sans and Papyrus weren't upset about having to wait.

The walk over was fun, Papyrus leading the way and Sans throwing snowballs at the back of his head. You found yourself getting caught up in their good vibes until you got closer to Alphys' lab. You could already smell the food, and you felt bile rise in the back of your throat.

"Knock, knock Alphys! It is I, the Great Papyrus, along with Sans and the human! We bring a gift of noodles and good moods!" The door slid open and the short yellow monster greeted you with a huge smile.

"Um… h-hey guys! You can put the food on the t-table. We're still arguing about what movie to p-put on." You were swept into the lab, the smell of food hitting you even stronger. Your gag reflex instinctually triggered, but you kept a straight face.

As you entered the room where everyone was, something was shoved into your hands. It was a plate piled high with a little of everything on it. Though your mouth watered and your stomach growled, you also felt the burning in the back of your throat and the sudden urge to run away.

"Come on kid! It would be rude to not try a little of everything. Everyone worked so hard to make it." Sans had an innocent grin, but you knew it was anything but innocent.

"A-actually Sans, I'm not feeling too well. I'll just sit out from the food if that's okay."

"Actually, that's not okay. See, a few of us noticed you were rapidly losing weight, and got concerned." He took a step towards you, and you were suddenly afraid. "So we decided to throw this little shindig to make sure everything was alright."

"O-of course everything is alright." You couldn't meet his eye, but you took a forkful of the first thing on the plate and shoved it in your mouth. The taste covered your tongue, and you finally realized just how hungry you were. Without any restraint, you shoveled the food into your mouth as fast as you could, barely bothering to chew.

Before you knew it, your plate was empty and your stomach was painfully full. Sans had been watching you with a careful eye and nodded once he was sure you actually ate the whole plate.

"Okay good. Help yourself to more if you're still hungry." He turned and left, but you were anything but hungry now. You were sick to your stomach. Between having your stomach shrink in the past month, and eating so much in such a small amount of time really took its toll.

You ran to the nearest bathroom and locked the door. You kneeled over the toilet and retched once, twice, but nothing came out. You realized you were going to have to do what you were dreading. You pushed your sleeves up and pulled your hair back. Leaning back over the toilet, you stuck your pointer and middle fingers down your throat.

At first you just gagged, but the more you plunged your fingers down your throat, the more you could feel the food moving up towards freedom. Finally, after maybe the fifth time of gagging and spitting out saliva, you did it.

A small mouthful of bile spewed from your mouth and splashed in the water. Instantly, you felt so much better. So you did it again, and again, and again, until there was nothing else to throw up. You went over to the sink and drank come water from the faucet to rinse your mouth and col your burning throat, and leaned over the toilet again, retching up the water too, just for extra measure. Make sure everything was rinsed out.

You went back to the sink and final looked at yourself. You looked beyond sick, your face yellowish and sweaty. You rinsed your mouth again, trying to erase the bitter taste on the back of your tongue. You splashed some water on your face, not caring about messing up your makeup. You could easily make up some excuse. You just ate too fast and it made you sick.

Flushing the toilet, you took one last look in the mirror and opened the door.

"Sounds like you aren't quite okay…" Sans was leaning against the wall, arms crossed and a faint blue glow softly illuminating his cheekbones.

"I just a-ate too fast. Made my stomach upset."

"It didn't sound like it was because you ate too fast when you were gagging on your own fingers." Your heart stopped. How did he know?

"What are you talking about?" You couldn't hide the shaking in your voice.

"I heard you kid. I heard you gag and throw up. There's no way that was natural. I've been there when you threw up for real. This was too precise. You did it yourself didn't you?"

"Of course not." You made to walk past him but he grabbed your wrist and pinned you against the wall, the hand you used pinned above your head.

"Then how do you explain this?" He positioned your hand so your fingers were showing. Right at the knuckle were bite marks, red and slightly bloody from where your front teeth nicked the skin. You were busted.

"I accidentally brushed against the bricks on the wall outside too hard. It's normal." It was a half-assed excuse, you knew it the second it left your mouth.

"Bull shit." His grip on your wrists tightened and you whimpered. You could feel your eyes burning, but you refused to cry in front of him. Time for plan B.

"So what? It's my body, why does it matter to you what I do with it?" His eyes grew impossibly wide, and he almost let go of you. Almost.

"Why does it matter? Because I care about you dammit! I was worried half to death when you almost passed out a few weeks ago, and you've only been getting worse! Have you looked in a mirror recently? You look like death!" You tried to escape his grip, his fingers tightening with each word. You whimpered again, but this time because you were afraid of the anger in his voice.

"Sans stop…"
"NO! I won't stop! Why are you trying to kill yourself? What made you think starving yourself was a good idea?"

"I'm not starving myself…" You mumble, knowing it was a lie.

"No more bullshit. I know you haven't been eating. I've been keeping track of what's in the fridge. And besides Pap, no one takes anything from there. I've been watching you, how you push the food around and squish it down before throwing it all out." He was trembling, from fear or anger you didn't know.

"It's none of your business." You still had a little fight left in you. His eyes suddenly blazed bright.

"It became my business the second you came to live with us, and it most certainly would be my business if I walked into your room and found a corpse in your bed." He was growling, the words like broken rocks. You flinched away. "It's my business because I care about you, because Papyrus cared about you. Why else would be throw this stupid party? Because we were all worried about you! Everyone noticed something was wrong, and now we know the truth."

"Everybody…" You were horrified to think everyone knew something was wrong. You tried so hard to hide it, but you weren't good enough apparently.

"How could we not notice? You dropped weight so fast we thought you were going to snap in half. You look so sick I'm afraid if you're out of my sight for more than ten minutes you're going to keel over dead. You all of a sudden became a hermit, not talking or handing out with anyone. It was obvious to everyone…" You finally let your tears fall.

"But…but now I'm beautiful, right?" His shocked breath tipped you off that he didn't know why you were doing this.

"What are you talking about?"

"Now I'm pretty, right? Now that I'm skinnier?"

"Kid…" You clenched your eyes and let the tears squeeze out.

"Because… now that I'm pretty, you'll like me, right?" He dropped your arms and took a step back.

"What are you talking about kid?"

"Now I'm more desirable, right?" you sounded desperate, but you couldn't find it in you to care.

"Y-you're scaring me kid…"

"I was never good enough for you before, but now I am, right?" You could see the light in his eyes dim as he finally connected the dots.

"Oh kid…. Is that what this was all about?" You sniffled, but otherwise didn't respond. "You… god kid… you were never not desirable."

"Of course I was. That's why you never looked at me." He ran a frustrated hand over his bare skull and sighed.

"I never looked at you because at first you really were just a kid to me." You looked up at him, but he was looking over your shoulder.

"At first?" Sans gave a humorless chuckle.

"Well yeah When you first fell you really were a kid… I guess it never dawned on me that you would grow up, that you would become a young woman before my very eyes." You were trembling, afraid you were jumping to conclusions with what he was saying, but he continued. "I thought of you as just a kid until maybe a month ago, when I noticed something was wrong."

"Sans…"

"I started thinking about you, in a not so brotherly way, and it freaked me out, because hey. You were just a kid, right? You were like a sibling, but apparently not." A nervous chuckle and another head rub. "I dunno, I guess the thought of losing you made me realize how much I cared about you. If I had known I was the reason you were doing this to yourself…"

His hand shot out and punched the wall above your right shoulder, leaving a good sized dent in the drywall. He left his fist in the wall while he tried to get his shaking breath under control.

"Sans it's not your fault." You didn't like seeing him this way.

"You have to start eating normally again." That was not what you were expecting, and your chest clenched at the thought.

"But I've made so much progress…"

"You look sick. You need to eat like a normal person or you'll die."

"I'm fine though." He dropped his hands to his sides for a second before pulling you into the bathroom. He held you in front of the mirror and locked eyes through the reflection.

"Look at yourself. Does that look like someone who's 'fine'?" You looked at yourself again, for real this time. Your skin was yellow and transparent. You're eyes bloodshot, hair limp, cheeks shallow, hands shaking. You really were a mess.

You try to speak, but nothing comes out. You managed to mouth a single word.

"No."

"Yeah, that's the opposite of someone who's fine. Now, the next problem is how are we going to fix this?" You shook your head, not wanting to go back to the way you were before, all fat and flub and gross jiggles.

"I don't want to go back to that."

"Kid… I miss the old you." Your wide eyes locked with his again. "I miss being able to hug you and not be afraid of breaking you. You've gotten so frail…"

You look at the reflection again, finally seeing just how thin your upper arms were, just how pronounces your collar bones actually were, just how far your cheek bones jutted from your face. You felt sick again, this time because of what you've become.

"I don't think I can do it…"

"I'll be there for you. I'll help you." You shake your head, wrapping your arms around yourself.

"I won't be able to stop. I've gotten so used to being hungry, eating anything makes me sick. I've fallen so far… I can't escape this anymore." A shudder wracked your body.

"That's not true. You can overcome anything if you really try. And remember, I believe in you kid. You can do anything." You offer his a weak smile, something blooming in your chest. Sans led you from the bathroom back to the main room. He said he would handle explaining the situation. Everyone wanted to help you get better. The feeling grew stronger.

As everyone crowded around you to give you a hug, you felt yourself filled with not only determination, but the love you so desperately needed.

Thank you for actually liking my story! Again, my personal experiences aren't this intense at this, but I really do hope my emotions play though correctly.

I said it a few chapters ago, but I just wanted to restate this. I am open to anything you want to talk about. If you want to talk about a friend that going through something, or if you're gotten past whatever you were going through. Do not hesitate to message me!

So this was one of the two half chapters I mentioned in the last update. The other one is slightly more along, but nowhere near finished. I'm really proud with his regularly I'm updating. I just really hope I can keep it up.

On another note, I got my first car! It's old, and a little beat up, but it's cute and red and I love it so much :3

Anyway, as always, if you have any ideas you want to see, tell me! I already have a list on my phone of reader suggestions and I love how it keeps growing!

Until next time!
~Starlight