Chapter 2
Sans' P.O.V.
"i'm gonna have a great time," said Sans as he looked down upon my unconscious body. He grinned his toothy grin and knelt down beside me, moving my cloak. His eyes widen as he looked at the wounds all over my body, mostly staring at the most fresh one. "damn, kid. where did you get all of these?" He muttered. He put her cloak back over her and picked her up, walking towards a town that was nearby.
(Y/n)'s P.O.V.
I open my eyes to bright light, and it hurts my eyes like hell. I sit up, and notice my cloak's gone and I frantically look around the room. A voice stops me, though, "calm down, tiger, you're gonna open your wounds again," it says. Judging by the voice I instantly know it's Sans. That psycho. I continue to sit up and turn my head towards him, giving him a glare. He returns my glare with that toothy smile of his. I did not want this to happen. "Where am I?" I ask, a little annoyed at this skeleton.
"in my shed," he responds, coolly. I scrunch my eyebrows at him and look around the room. I notice my cloak is off when I look down and I only have bandages covering my chest, which makes me hug myself immediately. Sans chuckles at my actions as he gets up and walk towards the door. "Hey! Where are you going?" I ask with out thinking.
"back home. you'll be staying here for a bit," he said as he slammed the door shut. Immediately half of me wished he hadn't left, but the other half wishes he would go to hell. I look around for my cloak, and notice that I was laying on it. I pick it up and wrap it around me, laying back down and going back to sleep.
I wake back up, but instead in the same position I fell asleep with, I wake up across the room from where I originally was. go to stand, but I feel a tug on my neck. I look down. There's a rope ties to my neck. That's. Just. Great. I bet it's cutting off my windpipe a bit, but I can't tell. I'm too numb to pain. The door opens suddenly, it slams against the wall. "SANS. YOU SAID SHE WAS IN HERE?" Yells a tall skeletal figure.
"of course, bro- papyrus," responded Sans, quickly covering that he said "brother" with Papyrus' name instead, "i tied her up for you," Papyrus looked at me and raised a nonexistent eyebrow. He looked back at his brother, "GOOD JOB, SANS. BUT I WONT BE AS NICE TO YOU AS I AM RIGHT NOW," he turns around and walks back to the door, "MESS AROUND WITH IT IF YOU WANT-"
"her," Sans interrupted.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!" Papyrus yelled.
"no-nothing!" Sans backed up towards the wall a bit, and Papyrus slammed the door shut behind him after eyeing him suspiciously. I quickly started to try and untie the knot around my neck, but Sans suddenly grabbed my neck, making me tighten it. I yelp at the sudden pain. I can't breath, Sans is holding my neck too tightly. He doesn't make any more movements other than tremble and lower is head. I look at him, and place a hand on his shoulder. He tenses up, but slowly lets go of my neck. He stays silent. After a moment, I move my hand to my neck and try to get the knot undone. I manage to get it off without suffocating and take a deep breath of air, coughing afterwards. "Sans?" I ask, trying to get a look at his face. He stays silent, "Sans, are you… Okay?" I ask, more quiet this time, and a little wary. He stands up, and walks out of the shed. I hear a locking sound after he closes it, signaling that he locked me in. It really doesn't matter, though. I have no intention of leaving. None at all.