You weren't sure where Sans had gone, or how he disappeared so quickly. But you do know that his jacket reeked of mustard.

You put the thing in the wash, but something fell out of it's pocket. It was a piece of paper that had a whole bunch of random numbers on it, and at the top it read "sans".

You realize that it's probably his phone number, and you enter it into your phone. After that you decided just to go to sleep. You were extremely tired after all. You were so tired that you were asleep before you hit the bed.

Sans' POV

Sans opened the door to his room, the dark, messy space seemed to swallow the towering skeleton whole as he stepped inside.

The only light that illuminated the dark room was the crimson lights coming from the monster, at least once he closed the door.

The skeleton wasn't smiling.

Even though the notion seems anatomically impossible, it's true. Sans wasn't happy.

His soul was pounding against his ribcage, his instincts were screaming at him to go back to you, to protect you from the filthy human world. Not like the monster's was better but...

He could protect you far better than any human. And love you a lot more than anyone else.

Sans flopped on to his unmade bed. He didn't really think that he could get any sleep without you in his arms. The monster growled in frustration.

I'll make her mine.

We'll be so happy together.

She'll love me like I love her.

It's only a matter of time before I claim who's mine

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