So many monsters, so little time.

Walking through the town of Snowdin, you felt something heavy weighing down on your chest at seeing all of the despair.

The buildings were chipping away. It was like someone had taken a wrecking ball to most of the houses. Now, a place called Grillby's didn't look too bad. The front glass windows were clean and didn't have one fingerprint dirtying the glass. The door had a little bell on the knob and there was a rug that said: "Be happy." You guessed the owner, Grillby, didn't like the gloom in the tiny town. Nor did you.

sans didn't say much walking through the town. Only breathy mumbles and sparing glances towards other monsters - to which they only glanced back. You wanted to stop and talk with the monsters but sans would keep walking, and him holding your hand kept you from stopping. Most monsters stared with wide eyes at seeing sans without his hoodie on. You kept your head down, feeling uncomfortable when they scowled or gave you dirty looks.

It felt like forever until sans stops by a tiny wooden house covered in thick white snow. Christmas lights were hung from the edges of the home. You would've thought it was cute, but the red and green lights either blinked and flickered, had cracks in the lightbulb, or didn't work at all. Back in the middle of town, you noticed that a Christmas tree was up. It was partly slumped over and no ornaments were hung on the branches. It was plain; sad and distasteful. There were presents under the tree but that didn't even be spared. The wrapping paper was shredded into little pieces or some were tipped over and scattered all over the ground.

Next to sans' and Papyrus' house were two mailboxes. One was neat and clean, red flag flipped up and waiting for the mail to be picked up. Next to it was a mailbox full of papers, bills you assumed. Only thing is, someone had kicked or tore it down. It was laid on its side, snow kicked over the wooden post that usually kept it up. When sans stepped onto the wooden stairs leading to his door, you flinch when it makes a loud creaking sound.

"it does that. don't worry, it hasn't let me and Papyrus down yet." He turns back to you, pulling you forward from your still clasped together hands.

He laces his skeletal fingers around he door handle and swings open the door. He drags you inside, letting go of your hands when the door closes. You shake off the snow, feeling much better now that you weren't freezing to death. Though, you might still have hyperthermia. sans eyes you down, his head tipped back and a confused smile on his cheekbones. You look down, realizing that you still had his hoodie on.

"Oh! Sorry, sans." You apologize, taking off the warm, bloodied hoodie and handing it back to him.

"i'll get you a new, clean one to wear." sans walks over to the stairs climbing up and walking into a room over to the right. There was a door on the left and you assumed that it was Papyrus' room. You doubted he would sleep on the couch. While waiting on sans, you look around the place, wondering what all they did and do. Your first thought was that the dark brown couch they had looked pretty nice. They had a TV sitting in front of the couch, but it wasn't turned on. The kitchen was in front of the door, so you walk into it, seeing the tall sink. Your eyes almost pop out of your head at how tall it was.

"That's a big sink," you laugh softly. "Papyrus you dork."

You turn to your side and see a fridge, reaching out and opening the door. Looking inside, you see multiple bags of thick, dark red liquid. It looked a lot like blood. Shutting the fridge door, your hands start to get clammy, feeling a little unsafe. You scramble out of the kitchen and back over to the door, crossing your arms and acting like you didn't move.

"making yourself at home, i don't see." Sans says from the top of the stairs.

Your gut churns in the wrong way when he says that, looking up to see his stitched up eye sockets staring down at you. He had on a new, clean hoodie and a new clean scarf, but the bottom was still ripped and torn apart. He tosses you a clean hoodie for yourself, smile widening. You fumble around to catch it, cheeks flushed pure red.

"so, i have a question." sans asks while you put on the hoodie he tosses you.

Once you get your head through the top, your eyes meet with sans' white pin-pricks from behind his stitches. Your eyes widen at how fast he got down from the stairs and over to you. He reaches up a hand, placing his cold hand on your cheek.

"W-what would your question be?" You stutter out, flustered beyond belief.

He runs his hand from your cheek down to your neck, over your shoulder and down your arm to your hand. Just like earlier, he laces his fingers together with yours, his smile tugging downward.

"you're going to do everything in your power to help us, right?"

Swallowing your fear in that you would fail, you put on a face of determination, nodding your head proudly. He starts to chuckle softly, slowly starting to laugh. You quirk a brow, wondering why he was laughing. This wasn't a matter to laugh at.

"what if we don't want to be helped?" He leans into your face, pin-pricks vanished and smile flipped into an angry frown.

This guy wasn't serious right? He seriously thinks that some monsters down here wouldn't want to be helped? You narrow your eyes, putting your forehead to his and huffing. You avoided getting your cheek dirtied with blood from his cheek, though.

"Yeah, I plan to. Why? Think I can't do it? Of course monsters down here will want help! They suffer everyday because of what they have done to themselves. No more." You hiss at him only to cower down under his gaze.

"i don't want help. i don't need it." Sans hisses back.

You rip your hand from his, feeling hurt.

"What is wrong with you? Why are you snapping at me all of a sudden? I'm trying to help your race, not destroy it, if that's what you're thinking." You poke at his chest.

When you poke his chest, he flinches and then winces, looking like that one poke hurt him. If he had eyes, you were pretty sure that they would be flooded with pain. His hands start to shake and he backs away, looking like he wanted to hurt someone.

"you said you promised to help us all. that got me thinking," he grabs his hoodie hat and pulls it over his head, smearing some blood on the gray scarf when looking down. His voice was dark and almost demonic, your body starting to tremble. The more you got to know this guy, the more frightened you become.

"you can't promise anything."

"Of course I can! I meant it!" You stomp your foot, stepping up to him with a hurt expression.

He grabs your wrist, squeezing harshly before pulling you into his chest and hugging you close. It hurt him to hug you, but at the moment, he needed affection.

You hug back, still wanting to punch him in the face for doubting you. But over all, you couldn't blame him. Promises weren't something to take lightly.

"don't make promises you can't keep, kiddo. it'll get you in a lot of trouble."

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You see sans get all snappy? That's his anger issues. He'll be fine tho... Maybe. Possibly. ;D

Btw, I GOT MORE FANART. I was so excited when I saw the notifications. I almost screamed.

^ Both by CrazyDianne

^ By my favorite author dacatnextdoor14

Thank you! ;_;