You hum a made up tune, swinging your arms back and forth while heading over to Sans and Papyrus might be.

You were freezing, might even have hyperthermia, but you didn't care the slightest bit. You couldn't feel your fingers or your toes. By now, your lips started to turn a light blue and your nose and ears stayed bright red. You didn't have much warm clothing on, so you were very very cold.

No matter how much you were suffering, you wanted to enjoy your time in the snow. Who knows how long you'll get to enjoy it? Eventually, you will have to make it back to the surface and help people with their problems up there. Just not yet. Not until you're done helping every single suffering monster.

But honestly, you feel like Sans is going to be the hardest. On the outside, he smiles and laughs, making puns and being completely stupid, but you know he's broken. Every smile that falters, every hand clench, it shows his pain. You think that Papyrus really does bring out the good in Sans. He just has this innocent, sweet and charming quality that makes you want to swoon. Heck, he probably had all the ladies for all you know.

You stop in your tracks, eyes landing on Sans and Papyrus talking with smiles. You observe them from afar, watching Papyrus get really flustered and start to stomp his foot while Sans just chuckled and smirked up at his younger brother. You laugh quietly, shifting your feet to continue walking towards him. Papyrus is the first to notice you coming over, putting his gloved hand on Sans' face, careful not to touch his stitches, and pushes him over with ease. Sans hit the ground, laying there unmoving. Part of his face told you he was used to his brother doing that all the time. He tries to cover up a wince, a painful smile replacing his smirk. He doesn't pick himself up, either too lazy or something was wrong.

You wave it off for a few seconds, trying to see what Papyrus had in store for you before helping Sans up from the snow.

"HUMAN, PREPARE TO FACE THE BEST PUZZLES YOU WILL EVER COME ACROSS!" Papyrus points making cheeks bloom a dark red at how adorable you found him to be.

"Try me." You cross your arms, stopping it front of him.

He scoffs playfully, spinning around and running off to who knows where. Probably off to fix his puzzles for you, which he seemed really excited about. You watch Papyrus sprint off for a second time, a shake of your head and a small giggle passing through your blue lips. Turning all of your attention to the skeleton laying in the snow, you hold out your hand. He gives a grateful smile over his painful one, reaching up and lacing his fingers with yours as you pull him up from the frozen water.

He grunts in agony, pulling it off as you were just helping him up. He keeps his body slumped over for a few seconds before slowly straightening himself up. You watch him with curious glazed eyes, lips tightening into a straight line and eyebrows scrunching together. Something wasn't right about this guy.

He reaches up and pulls his hoodie hat back over his head since it had fallen off, cheekbones burning a dark gray. You shake off the uneasy gut churning feeling, giving him a playful smile. He keeps his head down, trying to hide his blush that has practically taken over his whole face by now. You didn't know he could be so easily embarrassed.

"Hey, are you okay? You seem in pain." You put a hand to his covered shoulder-blade.

He sighs, lifting up his head and ignoring the blush. If he had eyes or any kind of pin-pricks, you were pretty sure they would be shining with hurt. He looks away, putting a hand to his chest and winces once again.

"no, i'm not okay. if i told you why i act like this, you would only yell Papyrus and i can't have you doing that. not yet." He answers your question in a dark, almost broken tone of voice.

You watch a drop of blood drip from his pasty white cheekbone and onto the pure white snow, splattering little, almost unnoticeable, droplets around it. Without another word being said, he holds out his trembling hand to you, giving a soft smile. You look down at his hand and back up to his stitched up eyes, giving a soft smile back.

You grab his extremely cold skeletal hand, only jerking your hand back from his. You knew bone didn't hold heat, but gosh dang, you didn't know it would feet like an ice block. Lesson learned.

He notices you biting your lip, feeling your fingers slightly twitching from his cold hand. He chuckles, pulling forward with a stretching grin, enjoying you being flustered. You huff, knowing he knew you felt highly uncomfortable. He just wanted to hold your hand. That little flirt.

"Hey, Sans?" You speak up, trying to give the space around you two some noise other than crunching snow and sallow breathing.

"yeah, kiddo?"

"Does Papyrus have any stitches?"

You were curious. He didn't look like he did, but what if they were under his armor?

That gets you thinking.

What if Sans has more stitches? Every time something touches his middle region, he winces at the pain and tries to play it off. What if his rib cage is covered in more stitches and these happen to be painful to him? The stitches covering his eyes didn't seem to brother him in the slightest. Well, the one blood line going down his cheek seemed to get on his nerves, but other than that, he seemed so chill about it.

Sans could be a wolf in sheeps clothing for all you know. He could be hiding so much pain and have no one to talk to about it. You're the one that's going to help him through all the agony and suffering he's going through. You just have this feeling about it. Papyrus? Not so much.

You're not just determined anymore.

"no, not at all. i know at one point he wanted to stitch up his ribs, but he would never tell me why." He says bluntly, wanting to get through all of your questions.

Some questions angered him. But then again, he had to calm himself and say: "I need to calm down" or things could get out of hand. You're just curious and want to help all the monsters, but part of him hates it. He hates that you care. He hates that you're so nice when you should be so cruel.

Every other human promised the same exact thing. They would help every monster down here. But eventually, they gave up and excepted their fate of being killed by Asgore. You? You could be the exact same way.

Could he trust you? He doesn't know yet.

He wants to trust you because he needs to, but part of his soul is telling him not to. Maybe because he's been lied to so many times?

Could you trust him? You felt like you could. But when he doesn't want to tell you everything, then could he just want attention? Is he trying to make a point? You didn't know yet. You want to help him and say everything is going to be alright, but how can you do that when he isn't being exactly honest with you?

Let's just say, you both are having a hard time figuring out if you two could trust each other yet or not.

And trust doesn't come in many packages these days. Not anymore.

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From now on, I'll be giving you guys some tips about my AU.

Tip for today:

-Sans is somewhat of a flirt.

-Most of the time, he just wants to be loved, making him extremely lovey-dovey.

-He doesn't admit it, but he knows he needs help.

-He gets easily attached to things.

-He constantly beats himself up about the stupidest things.

-He has really bad anger issues.

-Papyrus is the only one who can calm him down from his rage fits (which you will see at some point in the story).

So there you go. Some tips about Stitch!Sans. Of course, there are some things I want to say hidden for now. ;>