"AAGHH!" Your frustrated scream carried through the house. You were standing in front of your mirror in your undergarments, staring at your thighs.

There were more of them.

You squished the fat of your leg, watching the stretch marks move with distaste. You thought when you lost weight they would go away, but now they were white rather than red. You hated them because they marked up your skin.

"Hey kid? Everything alight? Sounded like you were being attacked or something." Sans knocked on your door, his voice lilting with airy humor.

"No! I'm not okay!" You weren't really upset, you were more frustrated.

"Can I come in?" Instead of answering, you gave a slight screech, which he took as a yes. The door opened with a light creak and he closed it behind him. He froze for a split second when he realized you were practically naked before coming over to you.

You had to give it to him, he hid his shock fairly well. His eyes widened for only a fraction of a second before his casual grin settled back into place. He came to stand next to you, the casual grin morphing into a more amused grin as he took in your frazzled expression.

"So where the fire kid?"

"Here! Look at this! What the hell is this?" You gestured frantically at the lines marring your thighs and stomach. He squinted and shrugged.

"I don't see anything there." You practically slap your forehead.

"The stretch marks! There are more of them! How am I ever going to get them to go away?" You weren't frantic yet, but you were certainly worked up.

"Stretch marks?" He leaned in closer, but still couldn't see why you were so upset. "I really don't see anything to be upset about."

"Don't you get it? I'm going to have these marks forever! I don't think there's any way to make them go away! I'm going to have these ugly marks for the rest of my life!" Your eyes started to burn a little at the thought.

"I don't get it."

"What's not to get Sans! I'm covered in gross, disgusting marks that will never go away and will only get worse and will make people think I'm fat and gross!" Why couldn't he understand why you were so upset? It was so obvious!

"Wha- No! You're beautiful! Always have been always will be."
"But look at them! It's gross!" He didn't say anything, just let a finger lightly run over the marks, the barely there touch making your arms get goosebumps.

"They remind me of something. I can't remember what they're called though. Some kind of animal you have Aboveground. They're pretty big, with four legs and a long tail. They're orange with bark brown strips I think…" He tried to remember the name of the animal, but it passed right out of his head.

"You mean a tiger?" He closed his eyes and hummed.

"Yeah tiger. That sounds right. A tiger is strong and fierce and mysterious, just like you." You scoff and move away from his touch.

"I'm none of those things." Sans pulled you back to him and kissed the side of your head.

"You're all of those things and more. Those marks just prove how strong you are. Besides…" He ran a finger down your side again. "You know how much I adore your body. Every mark and scar and freckle is so amazing to me. Skeletons don't have anything like that, and it just amazes me how supple humans are, how your bodies can tell the story of your life. Each adventure you go on, each year you live is like a brushstroke on the most perfect canvas."

He fan his fingers across your stomach, brushing each freckle softly, touching the stretch marks with so much love you felt your face heat up. Another shudder passed through your body and he smiled widely.

"So stop worrying about something like these stretch marks, cuz I love them as much as I love you." He kissed your forehead and took off his jacket. Handing it to you, he found a pair of sweatpants hanging over the back of a chair and tossed them at you. Smiling ruefully, you pulled on the sweats and zipped up his jacket. You went to him and gave him a huge hug, trying to convey how much you love him in the single motion.

"Come on kid, Papyrus wants us to watch Mettaton's show with him." You smile and bump him with your shoulder. He took the challenge and bumped you back. Before you went into the living room, Sans pulled you aside. He wrapped his arms tightly around your waist and pulled you close. His grin ghosted against your forehead.

"Don't forget. You're a tiger. You're strong, you're fierce. You're a work of art." He nuzzled your hair and you kiss his jaw.

"Thank you Sans. I'm proud to be your tiger." He pulled back and grinned blowing a raspberry and rushing into the living room.

"Yeah well… you're a tiger who won't have a seat on the couch!" You give a shocked – yet amused – gasp and rushed after him. You soon forgot about the anxiety you had earlier thanks to the love and affection of your friends.

Alrighty… I know this is like three times shorter than every other chapter I've written, but this was a request from the lovely KLR1997! Their request really stuck home for me. I really hope I wrote this right!

Also, crappy ending, but I didn't know how to cut it off… I'm sorry for that

Until next time!
~Starlight