The morning was cold, an unusual sense of coldness that reminded Sans of the underground. He awoke from his slumber to the cool air, looking up at an unfamiliar ceiling that was slightly chipping.

Maybe, all along, he was insane. It was the first attempt W.D. Gaster had succeeded in making life with only the DNA of a single monster, there was bound to be some flaws. Sans saw those flaws, the ones that allowed him to exploit battles and not follow the rules of other monsters. It would make sense, if he had some mental differences than others. Being raised in a lab and trained to kill didn't really help, it was surprising how sane Sans had turned out to be.

Flipping over his pillow, Sans turned over his head to rest on the cooler side as his thoughts ran wild like children after having candy. Sans didn't really want to kill people, it's not that he was particurally against murder, judging by his friend choices, but he himself didn't really want to commit any more murder than he's already done. Hadn't he filled out his quota, already?

The choice to get rid of the no killing rule made him feel guilt, even though he was in the right. After all, he had lived with those people, his old family, all of his life! Yeah, sure, he hated every aspect of their souls no doubt, but did that qualify them for certain death? Was Sans playing a role he wasn't supposed to?

He was just the funny guy who helped give them a place to stay, he was no serial killer. Did he have any right to be in this mansion like the others? They worked hard to make their lives to where they were most happy, fighting against fates forced upon them. But Sans, he just let things happen to him. In the hospital, when he told Laughing Jack to kill them, it was the most control he had taken in ages! The last time was when he killed his creator.

Or maybe, it was a more deep rooted fear that made him have second thoughts throughout the night and morning, chewing on his distals. One caused from the lab, and reaffirmed by his old friends, a fear now taunting his mind.

Abandonment.

He was scared that his new friends would leave him, too.

What if, since he didn't want to kill anyone, they would leave him? And now that he wasn't able to supply them with what he was able to before, he was just like any other wanted man? Would they leave him too if he wasn't useful?

Just like Papyrus had.

His cries were soft as he pushed him face into his pillow, letting the tears of all of his built up stress and fears flow out into the material. He knew the others, they cared about him and wanted to stick with him, but then again, he thought his old friends had thought the same.

"Oh, I'm sorry to interrupt," A voice said, Sans practically shooting up from where he was crying to look at the door.

Without the usual mask, Sans didn't recognize Bloody. His face was pale, probably from wearing the mask often, and his black hair was more in show as well. His eyes were a light crystal blue, and his lips were more pale than normal as well.

"Nah, it's fine," Sans sniffed, quickly pulling up his blanket to wipe away some of his tears, "Just venting my frustrations through tears, no problem."

Bloody had only known Sans for a few days, so this was a little bit uncomfortable for the both of them. But, the man still walked forward anyway to sit on the bed anyway, wanting to help him through whatever he was going through.

"I, uh... I'm not one good with telling the truth about my problems," Sans said, "I sort of just have the set mindset of 'I'll keep all my emotions inside of here, and one day, I'll die' sense. But lately it really hasn't been going well, so I guess not anymore."

"Talking to people can help with your problems," Bloody told him, "It's always helped me whenever I felt bad after a murder."

"I thought you were a solo guy," Sans said, "You know, one man killer group?"

"I was, at the beginning," Bloody said, "But I'm not here to talk about my problems. I can help you talk about yours."

"I'd rather listen to yours first, it'd help me feel a little bit better about sharing mine," Sans said.

"Are you sure? I don't think it would help forcing ones problems onto another in pain."

"Well, you said it yourself, talking helps. And I don't mind listening, we might as well start to get one another."

Bloody sighed, drawing a hand through his hair, the bed creaking with the movements.

"I should probably tell you now, my name's Helen, so I'm going to get that out of the way," He told Sans, "And I've been in this for about seven years now, so this was over several years."

"Oh, crap, that's long," Sans said.

"Yeah," Helen said, "But it was only shortly after I started when I met her."

"Oh, her?" Sans said, grinning at him while nudging him, "Helen here had a little girlfriend, huh?"

"She was, actually, after a month we just clicked, and things started to take off from there," Helen said, hugging his arms together, "Judge Angels. She was blonde, cute, and really nice for a CreepyPasta. I thought we'd be a good pair, and she thought so too. It was like a young love, the kind where you think you're immortal and that nothing can break you apart. It was dumb."

"Did you guys break up over a fight?" Sans asked.

"No, it was more from a gun," Helen said softly, chewing on his lip.

"Oh."

"We didn't think he had a gun, we had looked around his house before, he couldn't find it before. But he had one, and I was downstairs when it happened. She was upstairs, she wanted to kill him while I raided for food. I heard the gunshots, and I went upstairs... no human could survive three shots to the chest."

"Judge Angels, she...?" Sans asked.

"That's why I thought us CreepyPasta couldn't get together, why we couldn't get so close," He said, "After that, I was a solo man. But then, I started hearing rumors. Less people were being killed, and some CreepyPasta were starting to hang out, become friends, and all because of some random monster guy. I thought you all would die, so I avoided it for awhile, but then I saw you all in a carnival one day, and you all looked so happy, so alive, and I guess I decided I wanted to try people again."

"You were scared of getting attached, and that you'd lose someone you cared about again," Sans observed.

"I thought I was right in assuming that Creepypasta were meant to be solo people, when you were taken away," Helen continued, "But everyone was so confident in getting you back, they had even been formulating a plan to break you out the next day if you didn't get Laughing Jack or Ben to get you out. And when you did come back, there was no hesitation to go with you, I don't know... I still have no idea. I thought we were meant to suffer, but you just keep proving me wrong."

"I don't meet any standards of people," Sans said, "It's my main quality."

"I think there's more to you than just that," Helen said, glancing over again, "You just have an ability to get everyone together, it's amazing."

"It's because I understand you guys, but I'm not so far gone that I don't believe friendship again isn't possible," Sans said, "That's, uh, actually why I was sorta crying. I was scared that I would lose all of my friends and family again, and that if I wasn't really helpful anymore, that you'd all leave me too."

"Why would we do that?" Helen asked.

"And why would we all suddenly die on you?" Sans asked.

Helen chuckled, looking back at the open door.

"I guess we both were being a bit crazy," He said, "But I think you and I will be good friends."

"I think we will too," Sans said, "Oh, and sorry to hear about your girlfriend. It must have been hard."

"It happened years ago, I've had my time to grieve over her," He said, glancing at Sans once again, "And I think I've moved onto new people. I'm not so sure yet, but I think I just might find someone else."

"Oh, that's good," Sans said, "But is talking to me the only reason why you came up here? Watching a guy sleep isn't exactly friendly."

"Right, right," Helen said, standing up, "Everyone is up downstairs, the proxy guys want to set some stuff basic rules down before chaos happens."

"Can't blame them," Sans said, swinging his feet over the bed.

With that, the two had walked out and went down the stairs, hearing the loud chatter of everyone else. It quieted when Sans came down, everyone looking over at him and smiling.

Sans had never felt so loved before.

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Bloody Painter x Sans ship (Saint)

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