Fanart I drew for the series, more to come! ❤
~RachieAndrews

"-but Sans... he was an enigma. And that made you feel intimidated, but also curious."

As soon as he exits the room, you walk over to the mirror that resides just above the sink, wrapping your towel around your upper body. You're almost scared to look at your reflection, your body was bad enough as is... but standing around wasn't going to get you anywhere.

You shut your eyes and reluctantly walk in front of the mirror, giving yourself a short countdown.

When your eyes open, all you can do is stare.

The right side of your face is covered in red and purple scars, completely ridding it of all its healthy skin. But all of your hair is still there, along with your eyelashes. Did that beam from Sans' attack only damage skin? Either way, it accomplished whatever it was going for.

The scars lead from your face, to your shoulders, to your back and stomach, to your legs, and to your feet. You looked like a completely different person.

It was like all the scars you held on the inside, suddenly appeared on the outside. And you hated how vulnerable it made you look.

You stop staring and throw the baggy, gray turtleneck over your head, cautiously put on the boxers, and the black skinny jeans after. To finish off your look, you grab some medical wrap and bind your breasts as a make-shift bra, allowing you to look flatter than a board.

The outfit itself hides most your burns and cuts with the exceptions of the ones on your right hand and face.

You self-consciously pull down down your sleeve and style your bangs so the right side of your face is mostly covered.

After looking yourself over one more time, you hear a knock on the door. Must've been Sans.

As much as you don't want to admit it, you're scared to face him. HE did this to you! It was HIS fault you looked liked this. Yet you were still ashamed of your own appearance. Pathetic.

You don't make Sans wait any longer and hurriedly leave the bathroom.

The minute you exit, you spot Sans leaning against the wall beside the door, smoking yet another cigarette.

At the sound of you, the skeleton props himself up and looks you over again. Something about you wearing his clothes rubs him the wrong way. And the burn scars... he has to force himself not to stare at them.

"Come on, runt. Back the cell."

Sans waits for you to walk and then follows behind you, ensuring you don't escape. You could feel his eyes burning into the back of your skull.

. . .

When you arrive back to your beloved cell, you're shocked to find Papyrus on his hands and knee caps cleaning the floor with a scrub brush.

But not only had he done that while you were gone, he got you an older mattress to sleep on, a notebook, a small lantern, and your bag which had all your valuable resources.

You immediately enter the cell and place your right hand on Papyrus's shoulder, attempting to hide your scars in the process. He looks up at you and bites back a gasp, your face must've looked horrid. But despite your appearance, he still smiles at you.

This kindness he'd shown you was unlike any you'd ever seen before. He was actually going out of his way to make you, a human, comfortable. Even your parents hadn't made an effort to do that.

Papyrus freezes as you kneel down on the floor with him and wrap both your arms around him. You can feel your raw skin against his bone- it burns, but you could care less. The skeleton drops his scrub brush and returns your affection, squeezing you even harder.

For once, Sans doesn't have a harsh remark to make about the situation. He hadn't seen his brother that emotional in quite some time. And if his brother was happy, he'd just have to grin and bear it.

You and Papyrus eventually disconnect from each other with wide smiles. You flinch from the pain it causes the right side of your face, but quickly recover- hoping it went unnoticed by your friend. But, of course, he saw right through your facade.

"Sans, would you mind getting the medical equipment for me, please?" Papyrus asked his brother, helping you to your new mattress.

"Why should I? We should just let that runt deal with it after what he did to us." Sans grunted, turning away from the cell so he wouldn't face to Papyrus's disappointed face.

The nicer brother just let out a sigh, he loved Sans... but he was difficult sometimes.

"What exactly has he done to us? He's been polite this whole time and you keep calling him names and pushing him around!" Papyrus defended.

"He's been nothing but trouble this whole time! He's wasting our water and medical supplies! And if anyone finds out we have a human here, we're screwed!" Sans yelled, his eyes burning with yellow flames.

Papyrus shrunk back from his brother, knowing that if he went off, he'd go straight for you. But, instead, he just stormed out of the room.

However, you were used to this by now; people yelling at each other over how to get rid of you.

Taking beatings from your father, starving, fighting to your wits end, being punished by others; You've always been enduring it. But still, there were others out there who have it far worse than you. As long as you endure it. As long as everything goes smoothly. You hope they won't forget the reasons why you endured so much. Because in the long run... You're just a child that nobody wants.