You rip and tug at your turtleneck shirt, teeth sinking into the maroon colored cloth. (A different color if you want)

Sans stood behind you, hands placed on your wheelchair handles and shaking his head. You release the cloth in your mouth, letting out a long breath to keep calm. Before Sans could start rolling you forward, you fling your head back and wail.

"I give up! Take me back home!" You shout, turning around and giving him shiny eyes.

Sans said he was taking you to meet his friends. Okay, you were fine with that. But when his car rolled up to the theater and he started to unbuckle his seat belt, your eyes turned into little slits and, well, you fought for your life. You never wanted to come back to this place. It reminded you of your dead parents and love for dancing. You wanted to forget about your parents. Not for good, but enough that it would stop hurting. Now the dancing part? You were just jealous because you couldn't do it yourself.

"Come on, I drove all the way to your house, saw you beat the crap out of that dick Jay, then drove you all the way here. You're going in, kid."

Looking over to the large golden door in front of you, your lips purse into a thin line. Many times have you looked at the door and memorized the patterns and finger prints to where people, or monsters, would push it open. Some of the gold paint started to chip off and fall to the floor and dust clumped together in the small cracks, crevices, and dented in spots.

"I just..." You look down at your lap.

You suck in a deep breath, refusing to cry. You hadn't cried since the hospital, and that was weeks ago. But now the memories flooding back seemed to be too much and your chest started to hurt. You flinch when Sans' hand pats the top of your head, trying to comfort you the best way he can.

"You'll be fine." He gives a blunt answer to your unfinished sentence.

"But what if I'm not?" You ask, lifting up your head.

Your eyes meet with Sans who was now crouched down in front of you, head tipping to the side and smile no longer present. He looked serious; determined to help to overcome the unbearable pain. Getting you out today was his plan to help you feel better. He grabs one of your hands, peering into your face. A blush crawls up your face, nervous smile making its way to your face.

Before he says anything, he gives one of his famous lazy smiles.

"You will be. Trust me."

You put a hand to the cheek that was slapped earlier today, looking down to avoid letting Sans see the obvious blush on your face. Your eyes widen when Sans puts a finger under your chin, lifting up your head so your eyes could meet with his. He was blushing just as much as you were and his hand was shaking, letting you know he was just as nervous and uncomfortable.

As if you two felt a pull, you both start leaning in, as if you were both going to kiss. By now, his hands hand made their way from tightly holding onto your hands to onto the sides of your face. Your hands had grabbed onto his wrists, clutching the blue fabric like your life had depended on it.

"Go on and kiss de gurl!~" A wavy voice sings.

Sans retracts his hands from your face and shoots up, turning his head away and clearing the throat he didn't have. You look down, eyes wide and jaw dropped to the floor.

"Well look what we have here! You getting some, Sans?" A rough, female voice laughs.

"OH, METTATON YOU RUINED IT!" A loud voice bellows.

"Sorry! It was a once in a lifetime chance, darling!" The wavy voice, belonging to someone name Mettaton, exclaimed.

"Can I plan the wedding?" A cheerful, almost little girl voice cooed.

"Shut up guys!" Sans hisses.

It seemed that while you and Sans were about to seal the deal of feelings with a kiss, you two didn't even notice the door being opened, along with the loud whispering in the background. Way to ruin the moment, right?

You thought it was a blessing that Sans' friends stopped you from kissing. Yeah, you would've loved kissing your crush, but it wouldn't have been special. Not to you anyway. If you were going to give your first kiss away, you wanted the moment to be perfect. Whether it was the love of your life saving you from some accident or maybe giving your first kiss away on your wedding day - you didn't know. All you did know is that you wanted to kiss a guy you love with all your heart, not just like. Most girls give away their first kiss and virginity just to get things they want out of life. You weren't like that.

"Now, aren't you going to introduce us?" The tiny voice asks Sans.

You lift up your head to see all eyes on you, a squeak passing through your lips. The little girl with yellow skin, straight brown hair, a blue and pink striped sweater, and a pink tutu and matching ballet shoes comes running up, grinning from ear to ear.

"You must be (Y/n)!" She cheers, grasping your hands and giggling like a little girl. Probably because she is one.

"I'm Frisk!" She introduces herself.

"N-nice to meet you..." You whisper, unable to get any louder due to shock.

You were still a little shaken by the almost kiss with Sans. Who wouldn't, though? Frisk leans into your face, inspecting your features with a smile. She seemed really sweet and you already started to like her a bunch. She yelps when boney hands grasp her tiny waist and pick her up. She's moved away from you by Sans who looked very displeased.

"Sorry about them." Sans glares over at them. They all just smile.

You take a chance to look at the rest of his friends, knowing the rest of them. Well, sort of. Frisk was new to the group it seemed. All the others you had seen before. The robot, Mettaton, wore a pink shirt that said: "Sprinkle me in glitter and call me Beyoncé." You never knew if Mettaton was a girl or not, but you assumed that Mettaton was a guy. Sans' brother, Papyrus, seemed to hang around the overly confident robot a lot. Best friends or something?

Next to Papyrus who waves at you seemed to be that very loud fish lady who loved to punch holes in walls at random times. Her very red haired was pulled into a pony tail most of the time. Sometimes, if you were lucky, some female dinosaur nerd with black glasses would come in to watch her dance. You knew that the two had a thing. It was pretty clear that they liked each other.

"So, we have Mettaton, the drama king." Sans points to Mettaton who posed against a very unhappy looked Papyrus.

"Papyrus is my brother. You two have met before. Well, sort of." Sans shrugs, eyeing Papyrus who pushed Mettaton away.

"Frisk is new. She recently moved here and knew a thing or two about dance." Sans nods over to Frisk.

Frisk waves excitedly, bouncing up and down. The fish lady puts a hand against the bouncing girls head and holds her down, looking annoyed.

"That's Undyne. She can be a bit rash at times, but she's pretty chill most of the time." Sans finishes with his greetings.

Before you can even react to everything, Sans runs over and steps in between Papyrus and Frisk. All of them open their arms and grin like they had too much sugar for the day.

"Welcome to part of the team!" They all shout, looking absolutely happy.

You couldn't control the tears and you start to cry, making them all smile. They knew it was happy tears. Sans had never seen you so happy. It made him feel good.

Frisk turns to Sans, sassily putting a hand on her hip and shifting her weight onto one leg. Her head tilts and she gives him a smirk.

"So about just a minute ago-"

Sans throws up his hands, a blue blush creeping up his face before he storms away and into the theater, yelling at the top of his magic lungs.

"LEAVE ME BE HOOKER!"