"Uh- okay..." You sat down at the edge of his bed and looked down at him, waiting for what he wanted to say. He took a deep breath and forced himself to sit up. He winced. "H-hey. Don't stress yourself."

You ushered him back to lay down as he let out a sigh.....

"Fine." He frowned and locked his eyes with your's. "Kid. I know about your...magic. I saw you use it before I lost consciousness."

"Oh....the 'defect'?" You couldn't feel any shock or confusion. The sound of his tone seemed to have suggested that he wouldn't judge you for it. For being different...

"Is that what you call it?"

You nodded in response and glanced down at your twiddling thumbs. There was a silence.

Within the silence, you felt yourself begin to zone out, watching everything begin to replay itself. The other magicians. The projectiles. Sans just, coming out of nowhere and blocking the attack. What did these memories lead to? Sadness? Rage?

You forced the thoughts away. Right now, Sans was top priority. You...you could wait. Looking back down at Sans, you found that he had still his locked stare upon you.

"Uh...Sans?" You let out with a nervous chuckle. He just smiled softly and blinked himself into reality. His cheekbones became dusted with a light blue blush.

"Sorry, kid." He chuckled and proceeded to lay on his side so he was faced towards you. You felt your cheeks burn as your mind began to spiral, concerning his health.

"You should really go to sleep. You're gonna need it." You said as you stood up and reached over towards his blanket, which was towards his knees.

"I know." He seemed like he wanted to say something, but quickly held it back. You didn't bother to ask him as you pulled the blanket up to his chin.

"Okay...well, do you still want me here or should I leave? I really want you to get some sleep."

He seemed stumped.

"You should go get some rest too. It's late and...you have school tomorrow." He said quietly and forced a smiled. "I'll be fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"Okay. Sweet dreams, Sans." You smiled. For a split second, you debated if you wanted to kiss him on the forehead or not. Shaking your head, you only rubbed his cheek and turned to leave. Kissing him...that's for your own pleasure, (y/n)! You can't make him uncomfortable...that'll just be unfair...

You made your way outside his room, closing the door gently as you exited. Letting out a sigh, you turned to the couch, knowing that you needed to sleep yourself. Instead, you found seven curious faces looking up at you. Asgore, Toriel, Mettaton, Undyne, Alphys, Papyrus, and Frisk. All of them.

"So?" Undyne asked in a low voice. "The little punk okay?"

"I'm so glad he is." You breathed through a grateful smile and tumbled downstairs. Slowly, you made your way to the couch and flopped onto the loose fabric. Everyone sighed in relief and took a moment to collect their thoughts. Asgore walked up to you with a tiny, little cup in his hands. Considering his enormous size, it was adorable to see such a big creature handling such a small object.

"Here is your tea, (y/n)." He smiled and handed you the cup. You thanked him and wrapped your fingers around the warm teacup. He nodded, which was followed by a deafening silence.

"Y-you know...I hate to say it...but, I'm kind of surprised Sans survived." Alphys muttered as she pushed in her glasses, breaking the atmosphere. Everyone looked at her with a horrific glance, especially yourself.

"W-what do you mean?" You were now anchored by confusion. Her face began to flush up as she bit her lip nervously.....

"W-well...monsters have this thing called HP... In the human world, they're normally called Health Points...in the monster world, it's called Hope. Hope is what determines how much health monsters have... Sans...only had 1 HP when he came to the surface."

Everyone murmured in agreement, even Frisk didn't seem to surprised by this, but you...you were frozen in shock. Only one?

"The fact that he survived is amazing...I'm sure he got hit more than his normal '1 HP' bar could handle." Alphys muttered. She then flinched at the continuous stares from everyone else and started shaking her head nervously. "I-I'm sorry! I was just...thinking out loud."

You just forced a smile in response.

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"(Y/n) and Sans, sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-"

"Shut up, Flowey." You spat at the flower, feeling your cheeks blush in response. You found yourself sitting on the cool floor of Gaster's lab. It felt like it's been awhile since you've been here even though you did come the night before. The potted plant was swaying tauntingly next to you and Gaster was watching over a video clip farther off. He paused it and turned to you.

"Hello, (y/n)." He smiled. Something about him seemed off...maybe a little less soft?

"Hello, Gaster." You mumbled as he made his way towards you, offering his hand to pull you up. You accepted and allowed him to help you stand upright.

"It seems your 'defect' is a lot stronger when provoked." He stated and picked up a nearby clipboard. Nodding, he started to read his notes."Especially when it's about the people you love."

He set the clipboard onto another lone table and glanced at you. 

"Yeah...?" You asked, raising an eyebrow in suspicion. "Is that bad?" 

"No, not at all-"

"Okay, boneface!" Flowey butted into the conversation with an irritated tone. "Just tell her that the comedian's your son!"

"Wait, what?!" You yelped, wide-eyed from the sudden news. You looked up at Gaster in disbelief as he sighed and nodded. "WHAT?!"

Flowey chuckled at your reaction. "So...now can I talk to her?" His tone was arrogant as he plastered on a confident smile.

"Yes, you may." Gaster grumbled and turned to you. "No training for a while. You'll need rest for a couple of days." He slipped you a friendly smile to mask his nervousness and teleported away. The flower then coughed to get your attention.

"Hey, idiot!" The plant spat as you looked down at him.

"Huh?"

"Put me up on the table!"

You did as you were told and lifted the pot onto the metal surface.

"Finally..." The flower grumbled and glanced at you. "You really don't understand what's happening here, do you?"

You shot him a dirty look. "There's more?"

"Yes, idiot! Do you not realize how critical you are to the future of not only monsters, but humans too?" He paused, looking up at you expecting an answer.

"No-"

"Yeah, I didn't think so." Flowey blurted and straightened out his petals. "Look. You are one of the last remaining magicians left in this world. Yeah, that 'defect' of your's, is really one of the remaining keys to banishing the monsters back to the underground." 

You stayed silent as you started to recall the voice from the alley mention something about magicians. Slowly, you pieced together the pieces of information, feeling the stupidity start to well up inside you.

"You need to protect yourself out there, make sure that they can't use you. They do have spells to take control over your mind, you know that right?"

You shook your head. The flower sighed out of annoyance.

"Gaster really hasn't told you anything. He's too soft..." The flower growled. "...but maybe now that you're in love with the comedian, he'll roughen up."

"If there's so much happening, why don't you just tell me now?" You snapped at him, causing him to chuckle.

"There's no time. You'll wake up and you'll forget to tell anyone what's happening anyways."

"How do you know that?"

"I know that you wouldn't. You don't want to bother anyone. Not with who you really are. Heh. Until next time, (y/n)." Flowey smiled.