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Frisk's POV:
Today, like all days I have to go to school. Bullies bully me everyday, even at the weekends when I'm just strolling around the block. I don't even have a real home, and I probably never will. Ever since I turned ten, I had given up hope for having a family. My only reason to live is my determination in music, my violin. I shut my locker and sighed, carrying my violin I walked to the classroom. The bullies saw me and snatched my violin away from me.
"HEY! GIVE IT BACK!" I yelled. I tried to get it back, but a few bullies pinned me down.
"I don't think so." They said, evily. They took out a knife and slashed at the strings of my violin.
"No!" I yelled. They just smirked and smashed my violin on the ground. Then they took my bow and snapped it in two. The bullies let me go. I looked at the remains of my violin. It's badly broken now. I don't have a purpose to 'live' anymore. I can't bear the pain. I ran, sobbing. I got to thetop floor of the 10 story buliding. Standing on tthe edge of falling down. I can't live like this any longer. The teachers behind me are yelling to me to get off there, but I don't care. There is no point in living in a world where I only suffer. I took closed my eyes, and started to fall down.

Sans POV:
I was a test subject of a shapeshifting potion. Unluky for me the potion failed, I didn't turn into a sleek black raven. Instead I got a pair of gianormas black wings. They were gonna kill me the next day. but I didn't want to be killed, so I grabbed a pair of flying goggles and flew away. After that escape I couldn't find a reason to ever live on. People and monsters called me weird. My home was a treehouse on the tallest tree on Mt. Ebbot. I lived there with birds and animals, they welcome me as part of them. It was one day at the age of twelve, I was perching on a tree that was two to three story high. Hiding behind the branches and leaves Isaw a girl sitting in the orphanage corner a violin nearby, she looked really sad until she picked up the violin and played it, beautiful music flowed out the window her expression changed. She was happy. I really liked her music, so I started stalking her. That same day I saw some bullies bullying her.
"You're already turning ten in the orphanage, aren't you? Still homeless? You're never getting a family anyway. Hahahaha!" One of the bullies said.
"Frisky has no family, Frisky has no family...." The bullies chanted.
"Stop it! My name is not Frisky, it's Frisk. Stop!" Th girl protested.
Just then a grown up from the orphanage cae out, the bullies left Frisk sitting on the ground crying her heart out. From then on I kept an eye out for her, I can't do anything but I kept watching her, wherever she is.
Tday, I perched on a five story tree like usual school days when I heard screams from below and yells saying 'Don't do it' from above. I looked up and saw Frisk standing on the edge of the roof of the 20 story builing.
"Oh no." I muttered to myself, clearly she is trying to commit suicide. She took another step and started to fall. I can't let her die, she doesn't deserve all this. I spread out my raven wings and flew out of the tree, catching her in midair. Her eyes are closed tight, and there are recent tear streaks on her face. Now that I've seen her up close she's much more beautiful, I started to fly to my treehouse when she opened her eyes.
"What? H-h-how high up are we?" she yelled a bit and wrapped her arms around my neck as I carried her bridal style.
"Five stories above ground, but don't worry. I got ya." I answered, she nodded and closed her eyes.

Frisk's POV:
I was caught by a monster who had raven wings but is a skeleton. Well, guess I can't even disappear from this cruel world. I closed my eyes, memories of me getting bullied and hurt, and memories that I used to use a razor relieve myself for the emotional burden came flooding back. Why? Why me? Why not the others? Why do I have to suffer? Why can't I just die? I don't want to live like this. Dying now is far more better. The memories and emotions crushed me. I tightened my grip on his neck, sobbing.

Sans' POV:
My treehouse is just nearby now. Frisk's grip grew tighter.
"Urk! Ya-ya know yer g-grabbing m-my n-neck, right?" I said. She didn't loosen her arms, instead she continued to tighten her grip, sobbin'. Seein' her face, I softened. I got to the treehouse.
"We're here now, ya can let go of me." I said, softly.
She gently let go of my neck, and I carried her, bridal style, and set her on my bed.
"Why? Why did you save me? I'm useless, from the age of ten to now sixteen my 'only' purpose for living is my music. Now I have no purpose anymore. I-I...." I cut her off.
"Yer an angel to me, Frisk. I was a failed experiment, and was about to be killed, but I fled. From the age of twelve to eighteen, I've been watchin' ya. I saved ya 'cause, well, yer depressed and yer way of relivin' yerself was dyin', and I can't bear that my only purpose left me...." I said. She looks stunned, her eyees are still filled with tears.
"I-I was....was....your.......purpose?"
"Yep. My one and only, I like ya..."
"A..and you've....been....watching me?"
"Yeah. Almost 24/7."
"Then you've seen me get bullied...in school before....right?"
"What?! Yer bullied in school too?!" I was shocked, weren't there teachers?!
"Guess I'll have ta tell you everything, then. Bye the way, what's you're name?"
"Oh! It's Sans, Sans the skeleton."

Frisk's POV:
He's been watchin' me......all this time, but yet.....he has no clue I'm bullied in school too. So I told him everythin', includin' me usin' a razor to scratch myself to relive my emotion pains. He listened and sympathetic.
"I'm so sorry to hear that, and the fact that that I saved yer life. Ya must really want to die..." His voice trailed off.
"Yeah. But I'm grateful you caught me though, or I never I-I can have a person or monster lookin' out for me." I said. I can't control my tears anymore, I cried. Sans pulled me in a hug, and lets me cry into his chest.
"There there, let it out. I'm here for ya. It's okay." His voice is so smooth, I can't help but feel better when he conforts me.
"Thanks Sans, for listening to me. Guess this is goodbye then." I said, glumly.
"No, not just yet." He said, he turned around and took something out.
"Wha....." I saw a giant pair of dove wings and straps to keep them in place.
"There are no ladders down. Ya can only fly down. And I'll be waiting for ya. Every school day afterschool at the five story tree beside the school, every non-school day at the two to three story tree by the orphanage. I can't get ya outta there yet, I ain't twenty, but I will. And don't worry about money, I did a lot of small jobs and got a lot of cash." He said.
"Oh! Okay!" He strapped the wings on for me, and we flew back. I found out thet the teachers fianally knew the problem and expelled the bullies, and to show that they are really sorry the school agreed to get me back a violin and another insturment of my choice. I chose a ukelale and taught Sans to play it. I still get bullied on non school days, but I'd always yell for Sans to help. Now my life is getting better and better.

Sans POV:
Frisk told me everything that happened at school and taught me how to play the ukelale. She still gets bullied sometimes, but she always remembers to call me for help. Every day she looks happier and happier. I felt a new feeling growing in me, I wanted to keep her forever. I love her, and the feelings only increased over time. But I don't want to rush her, so I'll wait.......for her.

Frisk's POV:
Something's new about myself though, my feeling towards Sans is increasing. I think I'm in love. I'm new to the feeling, so I'll keep a low profile......for now.

Both's POV:
I'll never leave his/her side. 'Cause I love him/her.
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Whoo wee that's a wrap, sorry for the long wait. I dun really have time for this with school still in session. but I'll try. Till next time ma radical broskis/brosephs (kinda into Fresh lately.....)

Word count: 1507

Meow out~