(Trigger warning 😓)

You walk into your kitchen, and open your fridge, only to find that there's no food. "GOD," You yell. "DAMN IT!"

You figure that you have to go the store.  "Shit. I have human interaction." You mumble under your breath.

You look down at what little you were wearing. Which consisted of your birthday suit. "Now I have to get dressed!" You groan, you really didn't want to go.

You sigh and start walking to your room. Lucky for you, you had the blinds on your windows constantly drawn. Which probably looked suspicious to your neighbors but whatever.

You slowly crawled your way out of the safety of your domain. You resisted the urge to hiss at the dwindling light of the sun.

You promptly set on your quest for food. You calmly trudded to the grocery store. As you walked your mind wandered to the monsters that broke free only a week back.

After you had that in counter with the skeleton, you turned on the TV the moment you got home.

The news had unsurprisingly blown up about them. Some saying hopeful things for the future, while others practically screamed that they'll eat our children, steal our jobs, and enslave us all. But one thing stuck out to you the most.

Apparently the monster you winked at was the king. You were glad that he'd already gotten the monsters part citizenship, but you frowned when ever you thought about all the racism that they'll have to face.

You shook you head. Back to the task at hand. Groceries. You guess that you spaced out the whole way because you were already at the store.

You walk in, grab a cart, and make your way down the aisle.

No bad Y/n. Put the cookies down. We have junk food at home.

You huffed, but continued forward grabbing only the essential foods.

Soon you were at the cash register, checking out what you had just collected. Once you had finished, you stepped out into the chilled night air, which was... Oddly still.  No cars, no people, nothing.

You shrugged it off in favor of rushing home. "It's probably people being spooked by the monsters or something."  You think unsettled by the stillness.

You continue to walk, you're at least halfway home now, but you feel a cold chill run up your spine. You're suddenly pulled into a dark alleyway, causing you to drop your groceries.

"Why hey there~. What's a purtty thing like you roamin' around at this time of night? "

"Get off me creep!" You yell struggling against the man's grip.

"Now why would I do that? We were just about to start the fun~"

He gets closer, the smell of booze is heavy on his breath. "N-no!" You  almost cry, oh god this is bad!

The man strips you of your clothes. "HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!" You cry out. Praying that someone. Anyone will hear you and come to your aid.

"Shhhhhhh.. so lou-"

This man's sentence is cut off by a large hand practically crushing his windpipe.

"let. 'er go. now." The owner of the hand growls out. When the man doesn't, he's thrown into the middle of the street, effortlessly by the dark figure.

Your rescuer steps closer. It was the skeleton monster from before! You barely register him wiping his hand off on his shorts. "Thank you. " You whimper out. His starlike eyes gazed down to you in concern. "no prob. ya okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." You say, extremely self-conscious, because you're literally in your underwear in front of the king of monsters. He unzips his jacket and puts the huge thing on top of you. And- holy fuck it's a massive ball of fluff.

"Tanks"

He chuckles, zipping it up. Funny how you were terrified just a moment ago, but now, you were completely calm.

This jacket is so big, the arms nearly go down to your ankles.

" want me ta walk ya home? "

You nod, the fur on your head bouncing at the movement.

The monster smiles, more than he normally does. He scoops up your discarded groceries bags with one hand and with the other gently puts on your back.

The monster walks you away from the alleyway, and you faintly notice the red on the monster's claws.

"so where we headin'?" You mentally facepalm and promptly tell him your address. The monster guides you to your house, oddly stiff and alert.

On your way home the two of you chat.

"I never cought your name. I'm Y/n." You say as you stand at your door.

"sorry. the name's sans. sans the skeleton." Sans says stretching out his left hand for you to take. You take it. "Nice to meet you Sans." You said with a smile.

"i'll see ya around kiddo. try not ta get inta too much trouble."

"I won't." You say as Sans walks away with a wave of a clawed hand, before stuffing said hand into the pockets of his shorts.

You close the door. And realize that you still have his jacket on. You reopen said door and fling yourself out, with a "Wait!...?" Only to find that Sans is nowhere to be found.

You stand at the your door. Uncertain where he went or how you'll give his jacket back to him.

"Where.... did he go?"