You were on the couch, a 8 year old (gender) skeleton with dragon like marks on your skull. You were crying thinking about the bullies at your school. "Lil (sis/bro)? You-" before Sans could finish, you hugged him and cried into his neck. "PLEASE DONT LET ME GO!" You screamed into your oldest brother's neck. Sans sighed before rubbing your back gently in circles.

"(Y/n), why in a million resets would I let you go?" Sans asked, you were coughing from all the crying while saying "The kids say I'm scary and they won't stop hurting me!" Sans growled, knowing that the kids deserved a bad time. "(Y/n)... your appearance shouldn't show who you are. PROMISE me that if this happens again, you will come straight to me or Pap. Ok?" You nodded and soon cuddled with Sans (in a loving sibling way) while watching MTV.

"Sans?"

"Hmm?"

"When are you going to tell that old lady you like her?"

"Be quiet (y/n)."

You giggled and sat on Sans's lap.