It was a quiet day, nothing particularly exciting going on.

You watch watch the dark grey clouds pour down rain against your bedroom window, a small smile coming to your face. Lightning flashes across the sky making you shrink down into your wheel chair and a loud crash following immediately after.

A knock on your bedroom door snaps you out of your trance, an unhappy groan bubbling up your throat. You wrap your fingers around the wheels of your wheel chair, pushing forward towards the door. Swinging the door open, your parents stood there with gut churning smiles.

"Hello, sweetie!" Your mom cheers.

Your eyebrows scrunch together at her loud greeting, eyes gleaming with pity for yourself. Your dad reaches forward and pats your head a couple times making you squeak.

"Guess what?" Your dad pipes up.

You force a fake smile at them, flashing your pearly whites only for your smile to fall after a second or two. The two notice your glum attitude, trying to keep a positive expression.

"What, Dad?" You mumble, leaning an elbow on your wheelchair arm, looking at through your eyelashes.

"We found something you might like..." He points to the TV.

You nod, pushing past them and rolling into the living room where the TV is. After turning your wheelchair around to where you could see the TV, you instantly pull your hands to your chest. Your parents walk in after you, seeing your eyes shine with pure happiness.

"My old dancing tapes." You breathe out, lips still curled into a smile.

"We found them in the attic and thought you might like to watch them."

As the younger you dances across the screen of your TV, your smile fades completely, tightened lips replacing the once gleeful smile. Your orbs watch the younger you smile and give a thumbs up the camera right in the middle of a dance solo. You pause the tape, lifting a hand from your heaving chest and putting a finger on the little you.

You lean away from the TV, letting your hands fall into your lap. You lift up your hanging head, looking at your parents with eyes pooled with tears.

"I-it still hurts."

Tears run right down your cheeks, making you quick to wipe them away with your long sleeve. Your parents let their smile fall, scrambling over to you for a group hug. No matter how hard you didn't want to cry, you did anyway. Seeing that little you on the TV just broke you in half. Oh... how you wanted to be able to get out of this retched wheelchair and dance again.

"I'm sorry, (Y/n). We know it does." Your mom wipes away the remaining tears from your eyes, giving a soft kiss to your forehead.

"But I know something that will lift your spirits!" Your dad suddenly cheers, racing around the room to grab his car keys.

"Do you know what today is?" Your mom asks, tilting her head.

"Uhm... no?" You rub your reddened eyes, shrugging your shoulders slightly.

"It's Friday!" Your dad grabs the two bars on the back of your wheelchair, rolling you towards the front door.

Your glum mood instantly changes, a bright smile paining it's way onto your crimson colored cheeks. Your mom snatches up a umbrella before heading outside in the rain.

"Oh man! I almost forgot!"

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The car rolls up to the theater, music blasting inside the old building. You bounce up and down as your parents unbuckle their seat belts.

"Come on! Hurry up, guys! I'm going to miss something..." You clench your fists and they get you out of the car, sitting you down in the wheelchair.

They quickly roll you to the front doors, pushing them open to let you see inside. They roll you down the old, shredded, dark red carpet and towards the stairs up to the balcony. Of course, not being able to walk up there by yourself, your dad shuffles his arms under you. You yelp when he lifts you up bridal style, marching up the stairs like every Friday.

He gently sets you down on your regular chair you usually sit it, kissing your temple before heading back downstairs to your mom. They knew you loved to be by yourself so you could just daydream and watch the dancing peacefully.

You knew each and every face at that theater. Yeah, you certainly didn't know their names. You were too shy to go up and ask for their names. They might think it's weird for a girl to random roll up in her wheelchair with a overbearing smile. No, you'll just settle with the joy of watching them from afar.

You noticed that one monster was missing. A skeleton to be exact. He usually danced like you used to. Hip-hop. His clothes were similar to your extra baggy ones and you liked that. Who needs tight fitted clothes when you could move around so much better with baggy ones? This one skeleton was your favorite to watch, along with all of his funny looking friends. You liked each and every one of them. But being the shy you, you couldn't bring yourself to go up and ask for his name. Though, you really wanted to be friends with him... and all of his friends.

A sigh passes your lips, eyes scanning over the ocean of dancing people on stage. Yet, you couldn't find the monster you were looking for. Only the really tall one that he seemed to be extremely close with.

"Why the long face?"

You sit up straight from your slouched over position, snapping your head back to see no one is sight. Your lips curl into an uneasy smile at finding no one there.

"Uh, just... looking for someone." You say sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck.

After a few seconds of nerve wracking silence, out pop a monster from the darkness. Your cheeks instantly bloom with a dark red, almost feeling like they were on fire.

That same skeleton walks over to you, his lazy grin growing at you being so flustered. He grabs the back of a chair, sliding it over to you and sitting down. You just keep your head down, avoiding eye contact with the short skeleton that just sit down in front of you. His arms fold over his crossed knees, putting his chin on his palms, looking at you with the same smile.

"You look like you've seen a ghost, kiddo." He chuckles, sending you into a blazing fire of embarrassment.

"I-I just wasn't expecting someone up here..." You mumble softly, looking up and making eye contact with him.

"Sorry for scaring you." He apologizes with a award winning smile.

You take a deep breath, clenching your hands into a tight fists. He stays quiet, watching you intently.

"What's your name? I'm (Y/n)." You introduce yourself, holding out your hand.

His head tips onto just one hand, his other reaching out to grab your trembling one. He noticed the shaking and knew you were shy, so didn't say anything to fluster you further.

"Sans. Sans the skeleton." He shakes your hand.

You both smile, overjoyed you both finally knew each others names. Let's just say, he was quite interested in you as well. A beautiful girl rolls through the theater every Friday on her wheelchair and sits on the balcony to watch the dancing? Who wouldn't be interested? You both were intrigued in each other.

"SANS!" A voice calls from below.

Sans peeps over the balconies edge, seeing the taller skeleton wave at him. He lifts his finger telling him to wait before turning his full attention back to you.

"I got to go." He stands from his chair, shoving his hands into his front hoodie pockets and swinging his body around to the stairs.

You frown, sad he had to leave so soon. He stops in his tracks, turning his head back to you. His warm smile sends goosebumps all over your arms and a warm feeling through your chest.

"I'll see you next Friday, (Y/n)." He winks, turning his head back and leaving the balcony.

You watch as his body makes it's way down the stairs and over to the stage with his friends. You put a hand to your heart, pumping your other hand in the air.

"I got his name!"

Sans taps his foot at seeing you cheer silently. The tall skeleton bends down in front of him, putting a hand on his shoulder. His other friends lean around the tall skeleton, grinning like idiots.

"DID YOU GET HER NAME?" He asks, all of his friends waiting in anticipation at the question.

He blinks, looking over and stealing a small glance at you. His pin-pricks scan back over to his friends before his smile becomes a full on cheer.

"Yeah, I got her name!"