(The last chapter's ending was so bad that I had to post another chapter immediatly)

Vincent stared dumbly at the spot where Sans had previously been standing, only slighty scared by the skeleton's warning.

"I'm not fucking worried. I'm not even his fucking pet." Vincent scoffed, shaking himself and his turtleneck to rid himself of chills running through his bones.

There was no reason for Sans to get jealous.

After awhile of fiddling with the lock on his collar to no avail, Vincent stood stiffly, his socks padding along the carpet as he made his way to the bedroom door.

Tail flicking nervously, the neko peered out into the empty hallway, careful listening for any sounds of the monsters' that he lived with.

When the house remained silent, Vincent trekked down the stairway and into the living room, stretching his arms above his head, ears perked to catch any evidence of a surprise visitor.

He yawned loudly, carefully licking the sharp front teeth in his mouth with a sly, pink tongue, avoiding slicing it open.

His tail swayed lazily as he let his arms fall back down, slumping his sgoulders as boredom kicked in, reminding him of his loneliness when his master wasn't home.

There it was again; Master.

"He is not my master!" Vincent hissed at himself, shaking his head roughly, his hair following the movement before falling perfectly back into its usual place.

Rubbing his face with the palm of his hands, the neko went towards the bathroom, glaring at his reflection.

"What are you looking at?" He growled at it, baring his teeth. Rigidly, he turned on the hot water in the sink, splashing his face a few times to clear his mind.

He dried off with a hand towel and let out a curt sigh, catching his reflevtion's eye again. Slowly, the neko moved the bangs covering half of his face, a look of sorrow settling into place.

The iris of the hidden eye was blood red, almost an opposite of his other purple eye color. The pupil dialated in the florescent light and added to the effect.

He remembered all too well the way it had gotten like that.

And he wasn't to fond on reminssing.

He let his hair cover the unusual sight (that is a pun sorry) and sighed, already feeling heavy as what little memories that had been blocked out returned to him.

After a few minutes of accidental remembering, Vincent felt something strange roll down his cheek.

He brushed a finger against it, collecting the nysterious liquid and squinted at it, the small, clear droplet on his fin-

His phone went off loudly, scaring the poor neko so bad he hit his head on the open bathroom door behind, his ears going flat in shock and pain.

His tail thrashed wildly behind him as he stormed to the cellular device, snarling at the caller ID before he comprehened it, cursing it for making him hurt himself.

He had only just snatched up the phone and snapped into the microphone when he recognized the voice on the other side.

"You better stay indoors, pet. I won't be home till late." Vincent stopped midsentence and glared at the back of the couch as if it was Papyrus' nasty, cracked skull.

"Whatever." The human scoffed, trying to stab at whatever feeling he felt stir in his stomach, feeling queasy.

"There's food in the fridge. Don't fucking leave."

"Sure, Pap." Silence, then:

"Stay warm, there's a snowstorm." Then the skeleton hung up. Vincent did as well and dropped his phone onto the couch, plopping down beside it, careful as to avoid sitting on his tail.

He relaxed into the softness and put his head back, jumbled up once again by strange behavior, nagging memories, and now disorienting emotions.

Vincent almost wished that the blow to his head earlier would have left him brain damaged.

But that's a thought for another time.