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*Sans' POV*

Eight days since Dove's funeral. An entire month since I lost her. Papyrus has tried to help me, but my broken heart is beyond fixing.

The small pocket watch sits in the palm of my hand, barely visible in the dim light from the unopened curtains. It all just seems so surreal, like a horrid nightmare or the eye of the storm.

Wait For It.

The small golden pocket watch engraved with loopy letters. Dove's beautiful handwriting. I always knew magic was real, but for such an innocent girl to be something like that? I know only of old wives tales that tell of Enslavement Magic. The power one strong being has to control, blackmail, and Puppeteer those with summoned souls.

Errors is what they called them. More commonly known as Puppeteers, but as Errors in our world.

Tch. Error is right.

I could've gotten her help. I could've saved her life. Maybe then we could have one of our own.

But I didn't.

"Sans!!" Papyrus hollers from outside my window, "It's Captain Alphys!"

"Send her away," I shake my head, "no training again today."

He nods solemnly, turning to the yellow dinosaur. She meets my eyes and salutes, bounding away through the snow.

"Dove," I whisper, "(Y/N), please, come back."

Suddenly, the tiny clock bursts into golden light, illuminating the entire room. I stumble backwards.

Wait For It.

The blue of my soul erupts from my chest and swirls into a ribbon around the clock of light blue.

Blue. Guard of the innocent.

Glowing stars the side of mere grains of sand float around it like fairy dust. It all seems like a dream.

Dream. Protector of dreams.

It levitates into a golden cloud of waterless mist, the engraving flooding with ink.

Ink. Giver of life.

From the dust and light forms a familiar figure, until I can barely make it out. Her hair, her skin, her eyes, her fingertips, all from head to toe.

Wait For It.

Mist turns to matter. Pocket watch to glowing golden soul. Ribbon of blue to pigments of turquoise.

Dream to reality.

I remember. I remember it all now. Her. (Y/N). The human that fell into the underground years ago. The human I fell in love with. Of course!

"You waited," Dove smiles, her sweet voice like honey, "I always knew you could."

I pull her into my chest, arms wrapping tight around her. Her beautiful hair is soft and smells of the same green apples we shared before. Memories flood my mind as tears spill from my sockets.

"(Y/N)!" A smile forms along my jaw, "thank Asgore!"

"I'm so sorry Sans," she nuzzles her face into my shoulder and I feel tears in my bones, "that you had to find out like that."

"All I care about is that you're safe now," I reply, "no need for apologies."

"Sans," she says softly, pulling away and cupping my face in her hands, "I love you so much."

I smile, pulling her close and closing the distance between us, "I love you too, (Y/N)." From that very moment, I knew I would never let her go back into that Hell, and that I could start a life with her.

But oh, was I right in the awfullest ways.