Warnings- emotional abuse, physical abuse, self-harm, alcohol abuse, suicide attempt. Human AU based on Toddnet's design. (I know… 'ugh another human AU' but this chapter really wouldn't work as well with them as monsters so I'm sorry)
You sat at the bar, feeling the room spin. You had always had a high alcohol tolerance, but you were planning on testing it tonight. You put down the fifth shot and sighed. A single tear worked its way down your cheek but you ignored it. You waved the bartender over again, asking for another shot. He gave you a concerned look but filled your glass again.
"Thanks Charlie." You hiccuped, downing the vodka like water.
"I don't think you should drink anymore…" He said, putting the bottle back on the shelf.
"I don't think you can tell me what to do." You said, more than a little drunkenly. You saw someone new at the bar, a man that looked about your age. He looked to be about the same height as you, with brown hair that was shaved on the sides and a large blue hoodie. You hopped off the bar stool and stumbled a little, catching the bar to regain your balance.
"Hey there stranger." You slurred, gaining the attention of the man. He turned to you and grinned lazily at your greeting. He had two different colored eyes, something that perked your interest, even drunk as you were.
"Hey there beautiful." He didn't sound drunk, but he had an empty shot glass and half a bottle of scotch next to him.
"You seem like a strong fella. How about a drinking contest?" You were never this forward usually, but you were drunk and wanted to get drunker. "I win, you pay the bill. You win, I pay the bill. Sound fair?" The man checked his wallet and grinned at you.
"You're on. Mostly because it already looks like you've had a bit to drink." He said, his voice deep and rumbling. His voice mixed with the vodka made you forget about what you learned today. Almost.
You waved Charlie over and told him about the contest. He seemed very uneasy, but it was his job to serve you and the man. You filled your glass and stared the man down. He seemed at ease with the whole thing, like he didn't expect to lose at all.
You grinned and downed the shot before he could lift the glass to his mouth. He grinned back and took his shot with ease.
"The names Sans." The man said as he filled both your glasses again. You slurred out your name and waited until he was ready before drinking it down. It wasn't vodka, thankfully, but was still strong enough to make your eyes water. "What happened to you today?" He asked, slurring a little himself.
"Whadda mean?" You asked, spilling a little on the table.
"Red eyes, obvious makeup runs, getting shitfaced with a stranger. That's not something someone who's fine does. What happened?" He asked again. Had you been sober, you never would have opened up, but since you were in fact drunk off your ass, you spilled your issues at the drop of a hat. You sniffled a little before taking another shot.
"My fiancé cheated on me." You said with a hiccup. Sans grimaced and poured you another shot. It seemed the contest was forgotten at this point.
"How'd you find out?" He asked. You wiped your nose on the back of your hand and signed, fighting back tears.
"I came home from work early. I work as a secretary and I finished my paperwork so my boss said I could head back. I decided to surprise him, cuz our three year anniversary is tomorrow- was going to be tomorrow." The words caught in your throat but the drunken haze told you to keep talking. It made you feel better. "I had a key to his apartment, so I let myself in, planning on surprising him. I heard sounds from his room and got worried. He has nightmares sometimes, and I thought he was having a nightmare, so I rushed over and threw the door open.
"Imagine my surprise when I saw another girl in his b-bed." Tears started steadily running down your face. Sans handed you a large glass, not a shot glass. You took a sip and was pleasantly surprised to taste ice cold water. You nod at him and continue. "I didn't know what to do… I just kind of… stood there. I couldn't move at all. He jumped up and tried to explain but I just burst into tears and ran out. I just lost it. He tried calling and texting and even came to my apartment, but I just couldn't face him… I knew it was too good to be true…"
"What do you mean?" Sans asked, handing Charlie some cash.
"I should have known no one would want to marry me… I knew he would find someone better… I'm such an idiot!" You burst into tears, the loud, messy kind. Sans just handed you a napkin.
"You're not alone… that's why I'm here too. Found out my girl had been seeing someone else while we were trying to work out our own relationship. Guess she wasn't too keen on getting back together with me." He chuckled sadly. You felt bad, crying about your problems when Sans had problems of his own, but you were too tired to think too much about it.
"I'm sorry…" You slurred, sniffling again.
"You look tired. Let's get you home, alright? What's your address?" Sans asked, helping you stand. You leaned heavily on him as he brought you to the curb and hailed a cab. You mumbled out your address, and he in turn told the cabbie driver. The driver gave you a dirty look – he probably had a bad history with drunk couples getting in the back of his car. When he saw your tear streaked face, his own face softened.
The ride home was silent, save a few soft sobs from you. You rested your head on his chest, his steady heartbeat calming you down. When you pulled up in front of your apartment complex, Sans paid the driver and helped you out of the car.
He helped you up to your apartment, you leaning on him the whole way. You handed him the keys after several unsuccessful attempts to open the front door.
"Which ways your room?" He asked, flicking on the light. You started walking towards your room, only to be caught before you ran into the corner of the table. Sans helped you to your room and into bed.
You pulled him onto you and giggled as you felt his weight shift. He tried to stand, but you held him down. You kissed him, awkwardly and sloppily, but it was just what you needed. He kissed you back, a little hesitantly, but kissed you back all the same.
Sans shifted his weight again, so he was straddling you on the bed. You smiled into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck. This was just what you needed.
Sans moaned a name, a name that was not yours. A name that had been haunting you for the past six hours. It was the name your fiancé – your ex fiancé said when you found him. You pulled back, tears already falling.
"Oh shit- I…I'm sorry." He said frantically. You sat there numbly.
"It's her…" You said faintly. He furrowed his brows in confusion. "She's the one… the one he chose over me…"
"You mean your ex cheated on you with my ex?" He said, partially amused and partially heart broken. The mood was completely shot. Sans fell off of you and stood, turning away from you.
"Well, night." He said awkwardly, and turned to leave. You caught his sleeve, making him pause. You felt your vision blurring again, and your better judgment was thrown out the window.
"P-please stay?" You asked, your words slurring from the alcohol and your exhaustion. He hesitated before sighing and kicking off his shoes. Sans crawled into bed next to you, making sure the blankets were covering you. Out of instinct, you curled into his chest and almost instantly fell asleep.
Sans looked down at your sleeping form, apprehension and pity building in his chest. You sobbed slightly in your sleep, and his resolve melted. He wrapped an arm around you – a completely wasted stranger – and fell asleep himself.
Sans woke up early. Checking his phone, it was only three hours since he went to sleep. He looked around groggily before remembering why he wasn't in his own bed. There was a note next to his pillow, with a water bottle and four little pills in a medicine cup.
Sans- I'm sorry I made you stay last night. I really wasn't thinking straight. If you'd like, I can make it up to you through breakfast? Here are some advil, because I figured you would have a headache after last night.
It was a short note, but it made him grin slightly. He threw back the pills and flung his legs over the edge of the mattress. He wondered what woke him up so early when he heard a noise coming from behind the door. Going over to the door, he saw light and tiling from underneath – the bathroom, he assumed.
The noise came again. It sounded like a sob, and was followed by a strangled sounding gasp and something metal hitting the ground. He hesitated, fist hovering over the door. There was another loud thump, like a body hitting the ground.
Sans didn't even bother knocking. He just opened the door. He was a little surprised to find the door unlocked, but if you lived alone, there was no reason for you to lock the door.
That thought was cut short when he saw the source of the thump.
You were laying in a pool of red, your face pale and under your eyes was purple. You were in just your bra and panties, your clothing folded neatly on the toilet. He could see the veins standing out bright against your skin. A bloody razor blade was a few inches from your hand, the silver almost completely covered in red. Your arms were the worst, gashes with blood gushing from them, making you look more and more dead by the second.
Sans jumped to action, snagging the damp towel from the rack and wrapped it around your arm. As soon as he did that, he realized there was blood coming from your thighs as well. Cursing under his breath, he tried to stop the bleeding as best as possible.
Throwing aside all house guest manners, he dug under the sink, desperately hoping to find some kind of first aid kit. He didn't spare a thought as he pulled out a large box filled to the gills with gauze and wraps and even medical stitches.
Grabbing another towel from the floor, he kept mopping at your arms to stem the bleeding. Eventually, he stopped it enough to bandage. It took him a while to clean your skin off enough to tape up, and by the time he was done, you had passed out completely.
He slipped off his jacket, showing a plain white t-shirt underneath and helped you into it. After zipping it up, the jacket was large enough on you to cover all the important parts.
Weighed down by exhaustion, he wiped off the floor as best as he could and brought you back to the bed. You took a deep breath in your sleep, and Sans felt his chest constrict painfully. He got back into bed next to you and fell back asleep almost instantly.
When you woke up, your head was pounding and your arms were burning. You couldn't remember what happened that night…
You felt a stab of guilt when you remembered making Sans stay. You remembered having a nightmare and waking up, writing the note for your guest, going into the bathroom…
You felt a scream build in your throat as you realized what really happened. You looked at your arms and saw expert wrapping, with faint red lined seeping through the white. You felt your stomach drop and looked around frantically. No shoes, no sign Sans was ever there.
With a heavy heart, you stumbled out of bed and looked down. You were wearing an unfamiliar yet somewhat familiar jacket. It took you a second to remember where you had seen it before. You felt even more guilt as you realized it was in fact Sans' jacket.
Yet another thing you messed up.
Making your way to the kitchen, you tried to think of a reason to eat something… a reason to even get out of bed.
You stopped abruptly when the scent of coffee hit you hard. You blinked and instinctually felt your heart drop. Someone was in your apartment…
"Good morning. Or should I say afternoon." A deep voice drew your attention to the breakfast bar that served as your dinner table. Sans was sitting there, his brown hair a mess and large bags under his eyes. He was wearing a ruffled white t-shirt and was sipping coffee from a gigantic mug.
"You're still here?" You asked bluntly. You saw his raised eyebrow and flushed. "I mean, I thought you would have left after…" you trailed off, gesturing to your arm faintly. His lazy grin faded some as he stood and went over to the coffee maker.
"I couldn't just leave you like that. How do you like your coffee?" He asked, sounding completely sincere, which frightened you a little.
"Um, extra cream and sugar." You said softly, not sure how to feel. It was hard to believe your world came crashing down around your ears less than twelve house ago.
"Your phone has been going off like crazy." He said nonchalantly. With a sinking feeling you unlocked it and saw the messaged.
Twelve missed calls, two missed facetimes, and forty seven unread messages, all from your fiancé – your ex fiancé.
You immediately erased the voice messages, not wanting to hear his voice. The texts were all the same.
I'm sorry.
Can we talk?
I didn't mean it.
I'm sorry.
You read about ten of them before going through and deleting the rest. You didn't want to see his pathetic messages. Sans saw you expression and frowned. He handed you the mug silently and rested a hand on your shoulder.
"Are you okay?" He asked, unsure what to do. You took a sip of your coffee and couldn't help a small smile. It was perfect. You registered his question and shook your head a fraction.
"But I'll cope." Was your response. He hummed but didn't respond. The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a while, contently sipping your coffee and slowly waking up. After a good twenty minutes, his phone dinged loudly.
Sans checked his phone and scowled. He tapped an angry response and practically threw the device on the counter.
"Something wrong?" You asked, wanting to do something to repay him, even if it was just listening to his problems.
"That was my ex… we shared an apartment, but now she's saying I have a week to get my shit out and leave." He ran a hand through his bangs and growled in frustration. You felt awful. Even though you were cheated on too, at least you had your own place. You did the only think you could think of at the time.
"You can- you can stay here… if you want." You finished lamely. He looked up at you quickly, his expression shocked and hopeful.
"Are you serious?" he asked, awed. You flushed a little at the intensity of his stare.
"I mean, it's the least I can do, after all you did for me last night." You sipped the last of your coffee to avoid looking at him. Suddenly, there were arms around you, hugging you tightly. If there had been any coffee left in your mug, it would have spilled everywhere.
"Thank you!" He said happily. The motions hurt your arms, but you liked the sound of his voice when he was happy.
"We can go and get your stuff this afternoon if you want." You suggest, wanting to make him as comfortable as possible.
"You would do that?" He asked incredulously. You nodded and gave a warm smile. He grinned back, his whole face lighting up.
He went to put the mugs in the sink and left you to think about what just happened. Nothing like this happened in real life… so what's going on here? You didn't have any more time to think about just how perfectly timed everything was.
Maybe a little too perfectly timed…?
It took about a week to get everything settled in your apartment again. Sans didn't have much of his own. You hung some of his paintings on the walls, and rearranged the living room to fit a recliner in. Half of your closet was cleared for him and your cabinets now had twice as many cups and bowls. It was… nice, having another person in the apartment with you.
You still had bandaged on your arms, mostly to keep infection out. Same with your thigh, but those were healing quicker. Sans made sure you changed them every morning and every night. He never let you skip out on caring for your injuries.
At first, he insisted on sleeping on the couch, but after three days you convinced him to share the bed with you. Your reasoning? You had practically had sex already once, and he had found you mostly naked, dying on your bathroom floor. If that doesn't qualify as close enough to share a bed, you weren't sure what would.
It was Saturday again, a week and a day after you met. You were sitting on your bed, going through some old papers. A lot of them were notes and letters your ex wrote to you back when you were still dating. With a sneer, you moved to rip them, but hesitated.
Hopping off the bed, you stuck the papers in the medium sized box by the bedroom door. During your apartment shenanigans, you found all your ex's things and tossed them in a box to give back to him eventually.
"Hey! I got the pizza." Sans called from the living room area.
"I'll be right out!" You picked up the box and carelessly tossed it behind the couch. The smell of hot cheese filled the small room, causing your stomach to rumble.
"Man, you should have seen the line. They're packed today!" Sans said, pulling out two plates from the cabinet.
"They're always busy on Saturdays. That's their 'no body actually wants to cook for themselves day'." You said with a smile. In just the few days Sans had stayed with you, you managed to become best friends. I guess that's what a crap ton of emotional distress from both sides can result in.
You remembered how the first night he officially stayed with you, he woke up crying. It took almost two hours to calm him down enough to fall back asleep. You can't have those kinds of moments with someone and not become close.
You went over and grabbed the plate from his hands. He protested faintly before giving up and getting himself another plate. Instead of sitting at the breakfast bar like usual, the two of you sat on the couch. Your legs were thrown over his lap and the two of you just joked around.
He took your empty plate and placed it on the ground before gently touching your sides. Being as ticklish as you were, the light touch sent you cracking up and twisting around trying to get away. You could feel tears building from how hard you were laughing.
Sans' deep, baritone laugh joined in, his face skillfully avoiding your flailing fists. He laughed harder as you snorted loudly and you jabbed your elbow into his ribs. He huffed and snorted himself, causing the two of you to laugh again.
Your laughter was cut short by the front door opening. You glanced over and instantly felt your heart drop. It was your ex, in all his patheticness. He stood there, slightly hunched over and eyes covered by his hair.
"Hey… I texted you but you never responded so…" He started quietly. "I, um, still had a key and… I figured I would just come get my stuff and… maybe talk." You and Sans untangled somberly. Sans stood first, taking the plates and moving to the kitchen, never breaking eye contact with your ex. You sat upright on the couch and stared at your lap. Sans came back, interrupting the silence and got right up in his face.
"You better stay at least five feet away from her. I'll be watching." He said, slowly backing up and moving to sit on the stool at the breakfast bar. You had never heard him sound so threatening before. Your ex just nodded and sat on the chair, opposite of you.
"Look, I know I really messed up." He started, his voice still quiet. "And… I know you probably won't get back together with me. I just hope that you can forgive me… eventually." He saw the bandages still wrapped around your arms and his whole face scrunched up with concern. "What h-happened?"
"I don't think that's anyone of your business anymore." You said coolly. He looked down at his lap, ashamed.
You both sat in silence, neither sure what to say.
"Maybe it would be best if you just left." You said finally. You stood and got the box from behind the couch. Instead of handing it to him, you just used your foot to slide it over to him. He glanced in and saw a small velvet box nestled in the things. His face fell, but was filled with acceptance.
"I see. I'm sorry… I still love you." He said, a last ditch effort to win you back. You heard Sans make a sound behind you and felt your resolve hardening.
"Bye." He turned to leave. As he was halfway out the door, you quickly called his name again. He spun around, looking at you with one of the most hopeful expressions you had ever seen. "Leave your key. You're not welcome here anymore."
His face fell, tears threatening to fall. He shuffled the box into one arm before digging through his pocket and tossing a small silver key onto the floor. He scowled and slammed the door behind him. You felt the breath you were holding escape and you were suddenly crying.
Sans was at your side in an instant, his warm hands found your own and whispered comforting things into your ear. You began hyperventilating and tried to break free of his grasp. His closeness was suffocating you.
You finally broke free and sprinted to the bathroom, locking the door behind you. You hadn't done anything since that first night, Sans distracting you through stories and… other things to keep you safe.
But that wouldn't work this time. You ripped off the bandages on your thigh.
You dug through the cabinet to find your box. You could hear Sans pounding on the door, but you needed this.
"Please Sans! Let me do this! I need this…" You cried, not even sure if he could understand what you were saying.
"You don't need this. You have me. You don't have to do this to yourself." He said, his words muffled through the door.
"Please…" You said softly. He didn't reply, but you could feel his presence on the other side of the door.
You took the blade between your fingers and sliced your thigh. The first cut wasn't deep, but that just made you angrier. You brought the blade back up and slashed again, this time putting more strength behind it. The blade opened up your leg, letting the blood bubble up hotly.
The red ran down your leg, cooling almost instantly as it hit the air. You sobbed as you swiped again, just as hard as the last time. Five, seven, nine deep gashes before you felt the tightness in your chest lessen.
Numbly, you placed the razor on the edge of the sink and took a roll of toilet paper. With slow movements, you carefully mopped up the blood, being careful around the gashes on your leg. This time you were careful enough to keep it from dripping too much onto the tiles, so there wasn't a lot of clean up.
Three toilets full of bloody toilet paper later, you took the gauze and gently bandaged the wounds, almost completely sure you didn't need stitches. You carefully opened the door and was immediately pulled into a tight hug.
"Don't fuckin scare me like that again." Sans said into your neck, holding you tighter. You just hugged him back without responding to the comment.
"Thank you." You said softly. He pulled back, confused.
"Why are you thanking me?" He asked.
"For letting me do what I had to do." You responded seriously.
"Just… don't do it again." He said, just as seriously. You knew you couldn't promise anything, so you stayed silent as he held you.
"It is a great pleasure to meet you!" the tall boy said, shaking your hand vigorously. Sans had invited his brother over for dinner that night because he hadn't seen him in a while. Papyrus – his brother – lived in suburbs outside of the city and went to high school out there.
"It's great to finally meet you too! Sans has told me a lot about you." You said, massaging feeling back into your hand.
"All good things, I assume!" He said loudly. You snickered and led him to the kitchen. Dinner went by nicely, Papyrus doing most of the talking. He updated Sans all on all his old friends from high school and the neighborhood.
Two woman named Alphys and Undyne have plans to get married in the spring. Sans' invite was sent to his old address, which was why he never heard. Papyrus assured him that he would inform the couple of his change in residence.
Toriel started living with Asgore again after a long fight. Sans seemed happy to hear this, and you made a mental note to ask about it later.
"So what about that Mettaton?" Sans asked, slurping up some of the pasta. Papyrus choked on his food, turning bright red. Going by the look on Sans' face, you knew he did it on purpose to fluster his brother.
"M-m-mettaton?" He asked, his voice going up three octaves. "He is- we're just. Fine! Everything is fine!" Sans chuckled deeply and went back to eating.
You watched the brothers interact quietly, feeling your chest warm at their relationship. You never really had a brother figure, be it younger or older. You were a little jealous, but you were happy that they were finally able to spend more time together.
By the time Papyrus left, it was pretty late. He had to leave to catch the last bus of the night, but seemed hesitant to go.
"You're welcome anytime Papyrus. It was nice to see Sans under control for once." You said cheekily, grinning and snorting at Sans' indignant huff from behind you.
"I will definitely take you up on that offer!" He explained loudly before scooping you up into another tight hug. Papyrus left, clicking the door shut quietly behind him. As soon as the door shut, Sans seemed to deflate.
"That was… exhausting." He said with a content grin.
"Your brother is… quite something." You said with a chuckle, putting the dirty dishes in the sink.
"Ain't that the truth." He ran his hands thought his bangs and signed, his grin fading.
"Sans, is something wrong?" You asked, concerned.
"Nah… It's just… It's been a while since I've felt that, you know, carefree. Paps always had a way to make me feel better." He said, shrugging and leaving the kitchen.
You smiled warmly at him and followed, standing in front of him and kissing him on the cheek. He seemed a little shocked but relaxed and placed his forehead on yours.
You stumble home, falling into walls and using them to support yourself. You could feel your ribs throbbing, and your mouth was already swelling. The only consolation was you did more to him than he did to you.
You were walking home from work, walking the same path you've walked almost every day for close to two years now. You hadn't seen it coming, mostly because he covered your eyes before pulling you into the ally way.
Breaking away, you finally saw who had pulled you from the walkway. It was your ex, looking much more greasy and disheveled than ever before. He had dark bags under his eyes and his shirt had dark stains down the front. The smell was the first thing you really noticed.
"Are you drunk?" You asked. He had always been against alcohol, even when you were back in high school. He never drank, and made you feel guilty when you did.
"I'm not drunk." He slurred. He took a threatening step towards you. "This is all your fault… you bitch…"
"What do you mean?" You said, your fear growing.
"She found out that you're banging her ex." He said. You realized he was talking about Sans' ex, the one that cheated on him with your ex. "She got mad… and left. Ap-app-apparently I was just somthin' to make him jealous… she f-fucked my life… then you fucked him… and made everything worse!" He lunged at you.
He caught you by surprise, so he managed to get a solid hit to your face before you thought enough to fight back. You dodged his next hit but ended up throwing yourself against a dumpster. You got the wind knocked out of you as you made contact with the dumpster, and he took advantage of that by swinging at your face again.
He had never been the strongest, and that mixed with being drunk, it wasn't that painful. It split your lip, though, causing blood to flood your mouth.
You jumped aside and kicked your leg out, knocking him over. He fell heavily, hitting his head on the concrete painfully. As you tried to run past him, his hand reached out and grabbed your ankle, causing you to slam down face first onto the ground.
Groaning, you roll over to see him towering over you. In a blind panic, you kicked out. Your foot connected with something, and the way his collapsed made you think you hit him where the sun doesn't shine. You took this opportunity to sprint away.
You finally made it up to your apartment, taking a break to wheeze in a deep breath, wincing as your definitely bruised ribs stressed against the breath. It took you three tries to get the key in the lock because you were shaking so badly.
As soon as you opened the door, Sans was by your side.
"You scared the crap out of me- what the hell happened?" He practically hissed, his eyes narrowing as they took in your appearance. You flinch as you walk forward, and flinch more violently when Sans scooped you up.
He brought you to the bathroom, where he used a pair of scissors to cut off your shirt. It was already ruined, ripped and bloody and covered in dirt. He placed the ruined shirt to the side and wet a washcloth, gently dabbing at your split lip.
He cleaned you up – reminding you of the first time he found you in need. He left quietly and returned a minute later, carrying his jacket and a bag of ice wrapped in a towel. He also had some painkillers, which were hidden in his hand.
"Here, take these first." He said, handing you the small pills and filled the bathroom cup with tap water. In a single swallow, you took the medicine and let him help you stand. He slipped the jacket on your arms, being extra careful around your already bruising side. Letting you lean on his one side, he grabbed the ice bag in the other and helped you hobble into the bedroom.
Sans arranged the pillows to help you sit up and managed to get you up on the bed without hurting too badly. He handed you the bag of ice and you placed it on your side, the cold making the burning bruises feel better immediately.
"What happened?" He asked, rubbing comforting circles into your thigh.
"It was my ex. He was drunk and mad. Apparently she left him after finding out we were living together. According to him, it was all a scheme to make you care more about her or something." You said, talking softly so you didn't mess up the scabbing from your split lip.
Sans made a growling sound in the back of his throat.
"That bastard… I'm going to kill him-"
"Sans no. I gave him worse than he gave me." You smiled weakly, feeling your lip rip a little. His expression soften and he carefully wrapped you in a hug.
"You have no idea how scared I was. You're never that late coming home… all these horrible situations were running through my head. What if you were kidnapped? Raped? Murdered? I was about twenty minutes from going out myself and finding the police."
"You would have done that for me?" You asked, shocked.
"Of course! You mean the world to me." He said. You felt your heart stutter. Your stomach sunk as you finally realized something. You dropped your head, looking at the bedspread.
"Sans… I did something dumb." You said, voice low and shaking. You could feel the tears stinging your eyes. He tensed up next to you, and you could practically hear the gears in his head turning. He just saw your torso, so you couldn't have done anything there…
"What did you do?" He asked, calm and patient but also scared.
"I promised myself I wouldn't do it. I promised myself I wouldn't do this to you…" You said, accepting the truth made you even more emotional. A single tear fell silently down your cheek. He took your hand and gave it a gently squeeze.
"What did you do?" He asked again, still not sounding angry or aggravated.
"I went and fell in love with you." It was practically a whisper. Sans took a sharp breath and moved away half an inch. You closed your eyes, waiting for his rejection.
"I did something dumb too." He said. Your eyes shot open as he moved closer to you. His lips met your gently, keeping in mind the fact your lip was split. "I went and fell in love with you too." He admitted.
You felt your heart skip a beat. The tears started falling faster and faster, and you were powerless to stop them. Sans sensed your distress and tried to wipe your tears away with the sleeve of his shirt.
"What's wrong?" He asked, afraid he said something wrong.
"I'm scared Sans." You said pitifully.
"What are you scared of?" He asked, trying to get you to talk out your feelings.
"I thought I knew what love was, with my ex. I thought I knew, but I was wrong. When he cheated on me, I thought it was because I was unlovable… I didn't think anyone could actually love me… then I started living with you, and it was nothing like being engaged to him… I thought I was the one that was wrong… that my views of love were wrong." You sniffled before continuing. "I guess that's kind of right. This is real love, isn't it? Not my need for acceptance, like when I was with him… and that scares me. The fake love tore me apart enough. What will real love do to me?" You finished in a whisper.
Sans pulled you into another gentle hug, letting your head rest on his chest. The sound of his strong heartbeat and the baritone rumble of his words soothing you.
"Love can be very scary, but as long as we stick together, we'll be okay." He smiled down at you. You sniffled again, but this time it was out of joy.
He loved you. He really, actually loved you. Not that fake love you thought you deserved.
You were going to be okay, you realized as you buried your face in his chest.
I could have gone on – I had maybe three more 'scenes' I could have written – but I felt it was starting to drag on a little too much.
This isn't the normal kind of thing, but I wanted to show a longer, more drawn out relationship. Not every comforting relationship starts out immediately, or starts out being best friends from the very beginning. Sometimes you have to start out as strangers and form a bond strong enough to open up to each other.
While it isn't as long as I thought it was going to be, this chapter is still the longest at over 6k words. I'm actually pretty proud of that fact!
I don't know if it crossed anyone's thoughts, but it was actually really hard to write it without using any names, especially for the ex's. I had names in mind, but someone reading might have that name, and I know it sucks to see your name for the bad guy of a story. Like in the Nine Lives of Chloe King series. The main bad girl was "Keira" exactly how I spell it and everything. It made me feel weird to see my name like that, so I avoided using names all together.
Also, I was told my Human AU takes away from the feel of the characters, so I added the part with Papyrus. I hope it doesn't feel too forced or awkward. I'm trying my best here : )
Thank you everyone who has been sending suggestions and support! Sometimes you guys are the only reason I can keep going day to day, so thank you so, so much.
Until next time!
~Starlight