"Well it doesn't really matter because I'm a very patient skeleton"

Yeah patient skeleton my ass. The grip on your arm was getting a little tight. And he now had the knife so he could slice you open right now and that would have been it. Legs shaking, breathing fast. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" You didn't know why you apologized. You just wanted to live. He seems pleased by your reaction. "That's more like it" he released the knife from your neck. And placed it in his pocket. Great there goes your weapon. "You gonna behave right?" You nodded. Cleaning is better then being here a minute more with him. You ran to the kitchen. Since that was the one place you knew. You could see him smirk. Asshat.

Sans felt great. He had his own little human without (a little) trouble. Dammit. That look in your eyes when he held you. Smirking as you ran into the kitchen. Just adorable he thought. Leaning back. He wondered what else you could make. He was luckily you fell down. He would probably killed you if you didn't had his interestings. His soul thumping hungrily against his ribcage. Your body was like a drug. Your soul belonged to him. Oh men he really did like you?. Could you blame him?. You were so little, so breakable. And then the kiss. He wanted another one. He teleported himself into to the kitchen. You were really doing something over the stove. You didn't noticed him. He was gonna chance that.

He suddenly grabbed your wrists and then teleported you back to the couch. Landing right in his lap, face towards him and his hands firmly around your back. Well there goes your guts. You wriggled to try get out his grip. He dipped his face in the edge of your neck. Inhaling deeply. Pushing you more against him. Speechless. Some time ago you fell down a hole and then you were here. With a skeleton. Trapped in his arms. What was wrong with this guy? Luckily you weren't a weak human. You began pushing at his chest. It wouldn't budge. You felt one of his hands shift. Your heart stopped. He placed one hand on your shoulder with grip. You inhaled deeply looking away. "I'm doing what your asking me" you hoped he just would let go and never see him again. But that wasn't what was going to happen. "Why are you so tiny?" He inhaled deeply. Ignoring what you said. You held your breath squeezing your eyes shut. "Why don't you tell me you're name Huh?" He asked.

Now you ignored him. And he didn't liked it. He placed his free hand on your chest. You were gonna ask what he was doing but a pulling sensation stopped your thinking. Something was shining in your face but you mentioned to see what it was. Your eyes widened. You saw a heart. It was beautiful. "What's that" you asked. I felt like you. Was it you?. "That's your soul" he explained. Your soul?. Then what was he doing with it. You needed to get it back. Leaning forward to reach it back . It was an uncomfortable thought he could do that. "Tell me your name" he repeated. Should you tell him?. You bit your bodem lip. Well he had your soul as he told you. You almost bit your lower lip so hard it was going to bleed. Damm. "Y/n" you softly whispered. You saw how his smile was now pleased. He "Nice to meet you, name's sans" really nice to meet you?. Is he serious.

"May I sit next to you?" You saw how he let your soul go and placed it back in your chest. Huh, what a weird experience that was. "No" well shit. He still was trapping you on his lap. And now he new your name. Great. You moved your hand to slap his hand. You didn't wanted to be touched. "Heh, your so small" he smiled. You needed to get the hell out of here. That was the place you knew where he wasn't. You were going to puke but here goes nothing. "Sans, how about I will continue to cook for you" for a extra effect you slipped your finger over the side of his skull under his chin. He seems shocked by your act. "You wanna cook for me?" A blue blush formed on his cheeks. You leaned closer to him. "Lemme take care of you" you said moving from his lap. And he didn't do anything. Yes! It worked. You wanted to puke, but it worked!. You smiled as you ran over to the kitchen. Away from sans.

*After cooking and baking*

You made a lot. Like a lot, lot. Hopefully he was going to let you go now. Well no probably not. But you were going to use your charms for that. Whatever it takes. You walked back with the food. You needed to walk five times to place all the food in the table in front of sans. "There, enjoy" you said stepping back. He drooled at the sight. Cookies, cake, chocolate, cupcakes, pancakes and lots more. You were in a good mood suddenly. Maybe because you'll have a chance to escape again.

Well, well, well. What do we got here? You have a new plan?. Hopes it works.
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