Melting Like Butter

by hagumisclover

Summary:

It's your second year at the University of Ebott State, and the first year monsters since they were released from the Underground. You're the classic shy, soft-spoken, reserved girl. Your bangs hide your face, your head always in a book, and the fact that you dress like a grandma, has often made you the center of laughter and isolation. Despite that, you have a love of theater, and have a dream to eventually stand on stage and being apart of the college's theater club.

Things start to change for you, when a new student joins your degree program, sharing almost all classes with you, who happens to be a skeleton monster, Sans. You find yourself slowly catching feelings for the skeleton.

The only thing problem is, he already has a girlfriend.

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This can be read completely as a reader. I have not added any defining traits to the reader, but she is named for the story.

Notes:

i'm back 😈 i already have a decent portion of this written out, so i will update two chapters today but honestly i'm planning to make this really fleshed out so its gonna have a whole plotline and just go with the flow of some of the ideas i have. far warning this is going to be insanely cliched but i love cliches

Chapter 1: To Kill A Mockingbird

Your alarm buzzes on at 7:30am on the dot. You groan, shifting your bangs out of your face as you turn to your phone, shutting off the blazing sound. The world spins around you, and gosh. You're tired. Full time school and taking care of the house has beaten you up. However, everything happens for a reason. So, despite all odds, you get up and start your day.

 

You croak as you walk into the bathroom, brushing your teeth. Your hair has been messy for years now, and you don't really have time to care. So you brush it out and call it day.

 

"Claire! Breakfast. Now."

 

"I'm coming, Dad. I'll get it ready for you." You run downstairs to the kitchen. Your dad, Joseph, is sitting on his usual recliner. It seems like he had another rough night of drinking, as there is beer cans everywhere, and some whiskey spilled on the floor. You sigh, blowing your bangs out of your face. You'll have to clean that up later. You touch your father's hand lightly.

 

"Good morning, dad. What would you like to eat today?" you speak softly. You are usually very soft-spoken, but you pay extra attention with your father. He's agitated all times of the day, so you try your best to keep quiet. Which is nothing new.

 

"Grits." he grumbles out from the chair. You scurry to the kitchen, getting started. As you're cooking, you start to pick up after your father. You can't remember a time he wasn't like this. It's okay, though. "Dad, can I turn on the TV?"

 

"Yeah. Keep it low." You click on the flatscreen to the news channel. You throw the garbage outside, and head back on the stove to keep your eye on the stove. The news reporter starts her morning report, "Good morning, people of Ebott City. Starting with some positive news, last week, monster right advocacy has proven to be successful, as monster continue to gain more abilities to become integral parts of the Ebott workforce and community."

 

The broadcast switches to a speech made by King Asgore and Queen Toriel Dreemur, and their human ambassador, Frisk. You love when Toriel comes onto the news channel. You have always admired her, as she has a motherly yet regal feel to her.

 

"We are glad to report that now, monsters have the freedom and clearance to pursue post-secondary education. We look forward to cohabiting with the human race, as our people look towards the future and their education." You're finished cooking, so you pour the hot grits into a bowl, some for you as well.

 

"Do you like the monsters, Dad?" you hand him the bowl, trying to start a conversation with him. "I work with some of 'em. Don't bother me," he responds. He's never been much for conversation. "Food is good".

 

"You're welcome, dad. I'm going to get ready and head to school. I'll be back later." He reaches into a wallet, grabbing 50$ bill. "The usual. Grab whatever else you need." You take the money, trying to not let go a sigh. "Okay, Dad."

 

You run up to your room, as you throw on your usual sweater and long skirt, followed by a pair of loafers. You put your hair into a long braid, making sure to put on your glasses. Being near sighted especially in college sucks, so you always make sure to never forget your glasses. You grab your books, running out of the house to catch the bus. You look at the house as you run out of it. The lawn is getting crazy. You'll have to fix that, too.

 

You run as fast as you can to the bus stop, as it often has the habit of either coming early or late. You get there at the nick of time. You run onto the bus, greeting the usual driver, "Hello, Mr. Stevens," you say quietly as you push past some of the people standing. "Hello, Claire! Another day of school?"

 

"Yes, sir. Thank you for asking," you take a seat, finally catching your breath. You grab in your backpack, pulling on your headphones, staring out the window as you listen to some of your favorite musical soundtracks. "Mamma Mia!" has been your guilty pleasure as of late. The bus ride continues peacefully until you get to the university, and the peace breaks apart. There's a wave of monsters that have appeared at the university. The announcement was only about a week ago, but the university did not wait a single second. The students are most likely struggling to find a way to class. They'll get used to it eventually.

 

You dart to class, as you see two skeletons fighting with each other. Not fighting, but the taller skeleton was seemingly just nagging. You overhear their conversation, keeping your head down as you walked behind them.

 

"SANS! WE GOT HERE LATE BECAUSE OF YOU! ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS PICK UP THAT SOCK. I WANT TO START COLLEGE OFF A GOOD FOOT!," the taller one yells.

 

"paps, you'll break a leg. trust me," the shorter skeleton chuckles at his own pun, as the taller one shouts in frustration.

 

"SANS! I SEE MS. CYNTHIA OVER THERE!", the taller skeleton yells.

 

Sans, you guess his name is, throws his hand up waving at the woman. You get a good site of her as she walks up to him. You know her, the Cynthia who leads the university theater club. You have watched her performances at the club, tons of times. She's tall, beautiful and confident. The exact opposite of you. You run around the skeletons, as Sans seems to catch a glimpse of you. You don't mind it and run to the lecture hall.

 

No one's there when you get there, so you take a seat, open up your book. You read for a bit, until the loudness of the other students starts to break your focus. A couple of them ignore you, and a couple of them call you "Granny Claire." That's okay. You don't mind it. You're here to learn, not make friends.

 

You put your head back down, until you hear a thud right next to you. The skeleton, Sans, from earlier, is sitting right next to you. You glance at him for a brief moment, not very interested. You look back down at the book, flipping through the pages of "To Kill A Mockingbird."

 

The skeleton leans over towards you, looking at the book along with you. You don't notice him, until you feel the breath of his voice on your ear, and you jump.

 

"my bad, didn't mean to spook ya, don't want ya to jump out of your own skin," the skeleton chuckles. "whatcha reading?"

 

"Ah..To Kill A Mockingbird. It's not my first time...it's mainly about prejudice and learning to embrace sympathy and understanding," you say quietly, trying to return back to the text.

 

"names sans. nice to meet you," he holds out his hand, and you gently go to shake it, until you see a buzzer on his hand. You opt out of doing that, putting your hand back down.

 

"My name is Claire," mumbling under your breath. You don't want to deal with pranksters, as you had enough of that in high school. Best to stay away.

 

"don't want to give a new friend a shake on the hand?"

 

"You, um. Have a buzzer on it. I don't want to cause a commotion in class."

 

"oh, this thing. my bad, force of habit."

 

You turn around, as the professor has arrived, so you try to focus fully on the lecture, somewhere in the middle, the skeleton falls asleep. His breathing and snoring is not too loud, but you take a chance to actually look at him. Blue hoodie, white shirt, a pair of gym shorts and slippers. What a character.

 

"admiring my handsome looks?," the skeleton heckled, as you turn your head away, blushing furiously. The professor dismisses class early, as you run off into your next class. To your dismay, the skeleton also shared the same class, plopping right next you. You continue to ignore him, but once again, he's in your next class as well. At some point, when the day ends, he's still following after you.

 

You turn around to him, trying to control your tone. You end up voice cracking as you breathed in, "Um! Mr. Sans, why do you keep following me? I'm sorry, but can you please stop?"

 

Sans smirks at you as he says, "i find you interesting, claire. to kill a mockingbird is one of my favorites. i just wanted to know if you'd be friends with a bonely skeleton?"

 

You turn away, blushing more than you were before, "I'm not really interested in friends, I have my studies so..I'm sorry!," you stutter as you run off to the bus stop. You see it almost about to pass, and thankfully you reach in time.

 

You see Sans waving at you as you take a seat on the bus. You think to yourself how interesting he is, but you need to stay focused. However, that was only just the start to his continuous antics.

Chapter 2: Forever Growing Grass

Notes:

yaa i got like 8 chapters banged out but i'll post one a day i promise

Next day, Sans is at the classroom earlier than you. You take a seat away from him, and when you turn your head, he instantly appears next to you.

 

"mornin', claire".

 

"Hello..", you mutter, just wanting the interaction to be over. You put on your headphones, hoping it will drive him away. Your favorite musical playlist comes on, Sweeney Todd. You hum a bit, reading more the book.

Through your headphones, you can hear the students piling in, as one of them says, "Did you take your medications today, Granny Claire?" You sigh, exiting reality for a brief moment, until you hear Sans speaking with the student who just made fun of you.

 

"and what was the reason for you saying that to someone minding their own business?"

 

The student scoffs, "Have you seen her? You're clearly insane for wanting to be in her company. She's gloomy and depressing. Then again, clearly suited for you. You're a skeleton."

 

"you do that shit around me, it's not gonna fly, bud. actually, you might be the one flying, so proceed with caution."

 

"Is that a threat?," the student scoffs.

 

"yeah. do it again around me, you'll have more problems then just a skeleton and a girl reading her damn book." The student scoffs again, running off to their usual seat in the lecture hall.

 

"do people usually do that to you?" he looks at you in curiosity.

 

"Sometimes... I don't really care, though. It could be worse."

 

"you gotta stand up for yourself, claire."

 

"It's okay. I don't really care. It doesn't get to me." You end the conversation there. You don't need a whole spiel on how you need to defend yourself. You very much do not care what others say. In the end, once you graduate, you'll never see them again.

 

You move to your next class. Sans sits away from you. You sigh in relief, as that's how it should be. You don't need any distractions.

 

After class, you see Sans taking to Cynthia. She's a bit taller than the skeleton, leaning a bit down to place a kiss on his cheekbone. The taller skeleton eventually joins them, as Cynthia is texting away on her phone. Sans grabs her hand, as they eventually walk away. He looks back to glance at you, but by then, you are already walking away with your back towards him. Lucky guy. Hopefully now, he'll leave you alone.

 

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After Sans outburst to one of the students in class, you find yourself being tripped onto the floor a lot more. You don't know if it's by coincidence or not. The situation became dire after a week of Sans sitting away from you, no longer interacting with you. You were walking down the lecture hall stairs to your usual seat, until you feel someone's hands on your back. You brace yourself for the fall and tumble, but that never happens. You see a faint blue outline to your body, and Sans with a glowing eye. It registers that he must of used his magic to prevent you from falling.

 

"i thought i said you were going to have more problems the more you did that?," he grumbled to the student.

 

"Empty threats," the student spits back.

 

"oh? i'd be more then willing to show you," Sans smirks as the blue aura trickles over to the student, as they slowly starts being lifted up in the air.

 

"N-no! Sans, stop!," you try to shout. Sans looks at you, pausing his extracurricular.

 

"this person's been bullying ya, claire. there's gotta be some consequences to that."

 

"I-I told you it's okay. Making people feel scared... it's not a good way to handle any situation. I know that I'm weird and gloomy, and it really doesn't bother me! Just please...put them down." The student looks at you, seemingly almost thankful in a way. Sans lowers the student back down on their feet, the blue aura fading from their body.

 

"next time, whatever your name is, at least start trying to see a different perspective. you won't get anywhere in life the more you just make fun of the things you've never bothered to understand." When you blink, Sans is gone in an instant. Maybe that's another of his special powers.

 

You then realized that the whole class had been staring and watching what had happened, leaving you more embarrassed than when you thought you were about to eat the stairs. You pull your bangs in front of your face to hide the steaming redness, as you sit down at your seat. The student who near almost killed you, you find them sitting next to you. Geez. You're already embarrassed! What's going on with all these people sitting next to you trying to talk?

 

"You know, Claire...the skeleton is right. I haven't been the nicest to you because I don't really understand what is up with you. I just wanted to say 'thank you'."

 

"Oh.. I did nothing. I didn't want you to get hurt."

 

"Even though I've been so mean to you?"

 

"I don't hold it against anyone. I don't understand what anyone else is going through either. So I try not to judge. Often times a lot of that comes from their own pain. It can get annoying sometimes, but I only wish for them to eventually find some peace."

 

"Claire...you're too kind? You could benefit from getting mad, sometimes. It's okay to get mad especially when I'm picking on you?," the student seems to get a bit agitated.

 

"If you were going through a hard time, and I didn't know about it...what good would getting angry at you do? It'll just make your day worse, when I can simply just move on."

 

 

"Huh....you're definitely weird. My name's Aster. Everyone calls me 'Ass'." You give out a small smile at the joke. "I'll see you around, Claire." Aster moves away to their usual spot in the classroom. You look behind you, and you see the skeleton sitting behind you, legs crossed on the desk.

 

"fear'll get you somewhere, right?" he chuckles. You turn away from him, as the professor comes in to start the lecture.

 

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When you get home, you collapse on the old couch that has been in your house for almost centuries. You would like to take a nap, as everything has been taxing today, but you can't. There's things that need to be done. You tie your hair up in a ponytail, removing it from its usual braid, put on some shorts, and get to work. There's a million things that need to he done, so you start on the first task. Which is the yard that has been overgrown for months now.

 

It's only 4pm by the time you get home, so there's more the enough time to start dinner. You sigh as you wonder how much longer you'll have to stay here. Maybe forever. Dad needs you and wouldn't be able to manage by himself. If Mom were here, you know things wouldn't be the same. You'll do what you have to do, and what you can. After all, you don't know what Dad is going through. You can only be his support until he tells you, although you know he will never do that.

 

You pull the weeds out of the fences, and somehow you feel like they keep growing back! You get frustrated and drop it for now, opting to grab the lawn mower. You start it up and drag it around, but you swear that every time you shaved it down, it instantly grew an inch longer. You try not to show your frustration, and quit there.

 

"Good afternoon, Claire," it's the granny from a few houses down.

 

"Oh! Hello, Mrs. Stevenson. How are you doing?"

 

"I am well, deary. Still no word on your mother? What a shame it is.. to just go missing like that...I'll bring you some cookies later. Make sure you eat them," she strolls off without waiting for a response, maybe just wanting to gossip.

 

You head back inside as you scatter to the kitchen to get dinner ready. You take a second to look at the pictures of Mom. She was always graceful, beautiful, dignified. But one day, she just upped and disappeared a few years ago. Dad's been the way he is ever since. No use dwelling. You start on dinner.

 

In about an hour, Dad walks in with his usual pack of beer and whiskey. He says nothing to you as he takes his usual spot on his chair, blasting the TV with college football. You prepare a plate of spaghetti and vegetables, some garlic bread, and set it down on Dad's table.

 

"Welcome home, Dad."

 

"Yeah."

 

You head to the kitchen to take a few bites and clean up the dishes.

 

"Food's good."

 

"No problem, Dad."

 

"You know, Claire."

 

"Hm?"

 

"You cook just like your mama. Is' strange. Whenever she cooked, it would always make me feel energized especially when I was sick. You do the same."

 

"That's good, Dad. If it'll make you feel better, that's all I would want."

 

He doesn't say anything, as you run upstairs to shower. Once all the dirt and everything is off of you, and you hit your bed, it's an instant knockout until you have to repeat it all again in the morning.

Chapter 3: Cynthia, Cynthia

Notes:

like i said this is so cliched but i love writing it

You wake up, repeating your usual agenda of feeding Dad, cleaning up the night mess, and heading off to school in your usual drab.   You greet the bus driver as usual, listening to music on your ride there. You enjoy singing and dancing, and that's part of the reason you gravitated towards musicals and theater. You love the stories intertwined with music and dancing.

 

You hop off the bus, lost in thought as you walk across the campus to class. You find yourself being hit by large body, as the books in your hand, yourself included, fall to the floor. Your whole leg is scratched by the concrete.

 

"OH DEAR, SMALL HUMAN CLASSMATE! I APOLOGIZE FOR RUNNING INTO YOU, I WAS IN QUIET A RUSH TO GET TO CLASS EARLY, I WASN'T PAYING ATTENTION." The skeleton helps you up, as you take his hand, very interested in his boney structure.  The scratches on your legs burn, and it seems your skirt is a bit ripped.

 

"Oh, it's okay. It was just an accident. I can't be mad about that. I hope you get to class on time." You begin to walk away as he follows next to you.

 

"WHAT IS YOUR NAME, SMALL HUMAN? I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS, A CULINARY STUDENT!"

 

"My name is Claire, I major in chemistry," you murmur to him.

 

"JUST LIKE MY BROTHER, SANS! IT WAS VERY NICE TO MEET YOU, CLAIRE! I MUST RUN OFF NOW AND PERFECT A RECIPE I'VE BEEN WORKING ON! IF I SEE YOU AGAIN, I WILL SAY HI!"

 

For some reason, you can't say no to him. He seems to nice, almost oblivious, so you let him run off waving him 'goodbye'. When you get to class, sitting at your usually spot, Sans does not seem to be there. Maybe he's not coming in today. When did you start to wonder about his presence?

 

Today flies by, and you decide today is one of your days to stop by the theater club. You usually take a seat all the way in the back of the auditorium, so you don't bother the acting with your presence. You read your book under the dim light, as you listen to the acting on stage. Cynthia is there, reading dialogue off a script that the theater professor had made. It seems to be about a lady and her therapist, descending into madness as secrets get revealed throughout the session. Cynthia is aggravated and struggling.

 

"How am I supposed to relate to this character? I don't understand what she's going through?" she grumbles to the professor.

 

"That's why you need to do your research at home, Cynthia. You need to try to understand these characters and get into their emotions. We don't do just musicals, we do plays, too. You have to learn and take it seriously," Professor Sherman seems agitated.

 

Cynthia throws down the script on the table that is there for the set. She grumbles as she sits there, lost in thought.

 

"you like theater?," a voice next to you makes you jump. You look and see that it's Sans.

 

"I do. I love how beautiful and planned out everything is. Plays and musicals give you more emotion than movies and any other media. You can't go back and rewatch some of them. You have to burn every emotion and moment into your mind, so you never forget it. I wish I could stand up there one day."

 

"that's the longest i've ever heard you talk. i guess i gotta hit ya' where you're interests are at." You turn away, blushing.

 

"Why are you here? You weren't in class today."

 

"you lookin' for me, huh?" Sans chuckles. "i jus' didn't wanna go today. i'm a bit of a lazy-bones. i jus' came to pick up cyn."

 

"Ms. Cynthia?"

 

"yeah, her and i been datin' for a bit now. we have a date later on today."

 

"Oh.. I see. I hope you two enjoy your night."

 

Cynthia comes stomping down from the stage, towards the isle to Sans. "Are you ready?", the frustration is in her voice and all over her face.

 

"yeah, lets head out, babe. i'll see you tomorrow, claire." You nod as you look back at your book. Cynthia looks at you with interest, as she stops Sans.

 

"Claire, is that your name? I always see you here. What's your deal?" she sounds a bit mean. You don't know if it's because she's already agitated, or if that's just her.

 

"Oh. I'm sorry. My name is Claire. I just like theater, so I sit here sometimes and listen."

 

"Hm. Okay. Well, don't bother during any practice sessions." Her and Sans walk out of auditorium as you sit there, listening to the rest of the session.

 

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"Who the hell is that girl?", Cynthia looks at Sans with her brows furrowed.

 

"don't worry, cyn. she's just hopefully a friend. we have classes together."

 

"I see. Where are we going today?", Cynthia taps on her phone, not bothering to give Sans a glance.

 

"grillby's?"

 

"You always take me to that dumb place. I'd be fine with even Applebees at this point, can you come up with something new for once?" Cynthia's face looks annoyed and disinterested as she taps at the phone even more.

 

"ok, but can you at least pay attention to me a bit? you've been texting a lot lately. i'on really know what's been going on between us."

 

"Nothing. Don't worry about it. We can just go back to my house and hang?" her face looks sultry, so Sans can pick up what she's hinting. At this point, Sans is starting to think maybe that's all he's here for.

 

He fell in love with Cynthia around the time he touched the surface for the first time. She was vibrant, strong-willed and everything he sought for in a woman. But as time passed, her disinterest in him slowly surfaced. Maybe it's because they really shared nothing in common with each. Maybe the love he feels is nothing but just attraction.

 

He stays with her, though. Life with her mother isn't great. He wants to make sure she has someone in her life to rely on, but he doesn't think he's the one for her. Yet, he thinks he loves her. So, he stays, hoping she'll change.

 

"i love you, cyn."

 

"Yeah. Love you too."

 

Sans grabs her hand, teleporting them to her house for the night.

Chapter 4: Magic. Beautiful

Notes:

like i said i got most of this written out so i'll upload one or two a day depending on the length

You sigh, dropping your bags as soon as you get home. Dad is working late tonight, so you don't have to do much. He thankfully doesn't expect you to do much when he gets back at 1am. You turn on the TV, once again watching the news. Nothing much seems to be going on the world, and that you stay thankful for.

 

In the morning, things resume as usual. This time at class, Sans sits next to you.

 

"you know, i did some looking into some musicals, maybe you can tell me about them?"

 

"Oh, that's a wonderful question," you perk up to Sans, smiling brightly. "You see, Sweeney Todd is my favorite one. It's about a barber who comes back to get revenge on the judge who falsely imprisoned him."

 

"what else happens next?" Sans seems intrigued. You forgot how wonderful it was to talk about things you're interested in.

 

"Oh! So, Sweeney Todd previously had another name, but he goes by that now so the judge doesn't catch onto him. It turns out that the judge turned his daughter into his ward, so his main goal is to kill him to get revenge. Oh! He starts killing other people as well because he lost his faith in humanity after he lost the opportunity to kill the judge."

 

"that seems really interesting. i heard you and paps met the other day? he seems very intrigued with you. how about you come over and you, me and paps can watch some movies?"

 

Your face lights up in joy, "That sounds like so much fun." You clap your hands together lightly. "It'll have to be on a day my dad works overtime. So, tomorrow? If that's okay?" Your voice gets a little more louder and excited. It's the first time he's seen you smile, and not going to lie, he likes it.

 

"sounds good. paps is going to be ecstatic. i'll take ya over after class tomorrow."

 

You still have a couple minutes left before class starts. "What do you like, Sans?"

 

"good question. reading, tv shows, science in general. i love to stargaze."

 

"That is very beautiful," your voice is soft as you smile of the thought of stargazing. "I do enjoy reading, too. TV sometimes. I haven't been able to keep up on most things."

 

"i enjoy reading a lot of science stuff. to kill a mockingbird makes your brain think a lot, stuff like that i enjoy, too. since i came up to the surface, there's been a lot of things i've been watching, like 'breaking bad' and whatever cyn has a fixation on."

 

"I did enjoy 'Breaking Bad'. I enjoy horror movies, too. Horror shows. Like 'The Walking Dead."

 

"see? we keep finding things that we have in common. i knew you would be a good friend."

 

"A friend...?", you didn't realize that was what you were becoming with Sans, and maybe even Papyrus. You had told yourself that you wouldn't involve yourself with friendships! You have enough on your plate...but the way Sans is smiling at you, you can't bring yourself to say no. You're too kind for your own good.

 

"Friends!" you give him a soft smile. Class is about to start, and you can't bring yourself to wipe the silly smirk off your face. Despite your own feelings and wanting to be alone, you still find yourself happy that now you're not.

 

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The next day after class, you met up with Sans.

 

"ok, claire. im gonna do my special magic, but you're gonna feel a little bit dizzy, maybe want to vomit. i'm not gonna judge ya if you do."

 

"H-huh?"

 

"take my hand." You hesitate for a minute, shyly putting your hand in his, looking away to hide your blushing. Sans chuckles seeing you, and you can't help but become even more embarrassed.

 

You close your eyes, as you feel the world pulling around you, spinning you around, and when you open your eyes you see yourself in the middle of a living room with a green couch and large flatscreen TV. You fall to the floor, your head spinning as your glasses fall off your head.

 

"I feel so dizziness, and nauseous...what did you do?"

 

"a little bit of teleportation. just take a minute on the floor if you need to."

 

"That explains you..randomly popping up everywhere", your breathing is a little bit labored. You stand up slowly, wobbling over to the couch. You fall into it, realizing how nice somewhat new couches are, as you do your best to keep your posture straight.

 

Papyrus shouts from the kitchen, running over to where you are sitting, "SMALL HUMAN! I AM VERY GLAD YOU CAME OVER FOR MOVIE NIGHT! I HAVE PREPARED VARIOUS SNACKS AND CANDY! I HAVE ALSO ORDERED PIZZA!"

 

"Papyrus, can you stop shouting?," Cynthia comes walking down the stairs. Face in her phone as always. "MY APOLOGIZES, CYNTHIA! THIS IS JUST MY NORMAL VOICE," Papyrus looks a bit disappointed.

 

"Oh, hi, Ms. Cynthia," you say quietly, giving her a soft smile.

 

"You can drop the miss... I'm guessing you're here for movies?"

 

"Yes. I'm sorry if I'm intruding."

 

"It's whatever. Not my house," Cynthia plops down on the other side of the couch, Sans taking a seat next to her, "didya know, babe? claire has an interest in theater, too. says she wishes she can stand on stage one day."

 

"It takes a certain kind of person to do that," she says, probably making a jab at you. Sans looks at her frowning.

 

"You're right. I wouldn't be too good at acting. I am fine with just watching," you try your best to mitigate any tension. It's a poor habit you have, especially when people feel uncomfortable around you.

 

"I HAVE NO DOUBT ONE DAY YOU WOULD BE ABLE TO STAND UP ON A STAGE, SMALL HUMAN! I SHALL PUT ON THE MOVIE NOW! SANS SAID YOU LOVED SWEENEY TODD, SO I PURCHASED A NETFLIX SUBSCRIPTION FOR US TO ENJOY IT!"

 

"Thank you so much, Papyrus." Cynthia gives a sigh as Sans wraps his hand into hers. Cynthia's personality so far has been very off-putting. You remember her being more positive and outgoing, but she just seems annoyed, especially around Sans. You wonder if there's more to the story, but that's none of your business.

 

The movie starts to play and you sit up on the couch putting your hands together in excitement. You are sitting next to Sans, Papyrus on your other side. You hear the first song play, and your eyes start to shine. Sans looks at you, seeing how happy you are just to be watching a movie with your friends. Seeing you happy plants a warmness in his SOUL.

 

"SMALL HUMAN! IS THAY JOHNNY DEPP? HE LOOKS SO... EMO!"

 

You howl in laughter, "Yes, he really is!"

 

Your eyes light up even brighter when Anthony starts singing "Johanna". You hum a little at the song, staring intently at the screen with a large smile. Sans can't help but smile at you, at some point, Cynthia looks at him and her eyebrows furrow.

 

"This movie isn't even good. I'm going back upstairs," it seems like she was very agitated about something, and you being frown at her statement. You open your mouth to apologize to her, but Sans was a second ahead of you.

 

"cyn, that's not nice. it doesn't hurt to spend time with us and maybe just enjoy something new," he shouts back at her as she reaches the stairs.

 

"Not interested in whatever this is. So annoying," she walks upstairs, slamming the bedroom door upstairs shut. Sans sighs, "sorry about that...cyn hasn't been feeling well as of late."

 

"I understand. I think it would be best if I went home. I have to go home to take care of my dad," your face looks so sad, as you get up to grab your book bag from the floor. "SMALL HUMAN, YOU DON'T NEED TO LEAVE! I PROMISE THAT-"

 

"It's okay... I honestly don't feel good right now. I'm so sorry for intruding." You grab the door knob, as you continue to walk out. You lightly walk down the stairs, running to the nearest bus stop, until Sans teleports in front of you.

 

You jump, "Sans, why did you-"

 

"i'm sorry. i know you really liked the movie, and cyn ruined the moment. im going to have a really long talk with her once i get home. but first, let me take you home."

 

You look at the bus stop, and end up taking the offer for Sans teleportation magic. He tells you to imagine your house, and you end up there within seconds. You grow embarrassed at the state of the house.

 

"I'm sorry...It's messy outside. No matter what I do, I can't seem to cut the grass down. It grows back almost instantly..." Sans shakes his head. "i'm not judging. i'm not very neat myself."

 

Sans scratches his skull. "listen...i don't want this to stop us from being friends. paps seems to really want to get to know you... as do i. so i hope you'll continue to come over for movies. seeing you smile today...it made me really happy."

 

You start blushing, hiding your face with your bangs. "Thank you for taking me home," you murmur. The conversation is suddenly interrupted, with your dad getting out of the truck. It seems he ended up not working too late and...he has a case of beer in his hand.

 

"Claire, what're doing out here? Who's this?" he grunts, a little big annoyed.

 

"Oh, just a classmate. I will see you tomorrow, Sans."

 

"okay. goodnight claire." You wave at him as your dad is walking up the stairs.

 

"Claire, I'm hungry. Let's go."

 

"I'm sorry, Dad." You turn around, running up the stairs. Sans watches you, but he notices something weird while you walked up the stairs. The grass grew an inch taller, and the weeds and vines along the fences seemingly have grown in size. Sans sniffs the air.

 

He chuckles, "magic. beautiful."

Chapter 5: Aster The Galinda

Notes:

live laugh love aster

You wake up the sound of your alarm, doing the same routine. Brushing your teeth, and cooking breakfast. Dad turns on the news himself, as the familiar news reporter is making her daily report.

 

"We have some interesting news regarding monster and human society. Researchers are saying that numerous of people have been awakening to magic abilities. The government has been precautious, and has instructed King Asgore Dreemur to implement a training program for those who are suddenly experiencing magic abilities. Please take precautions and contact the state's health department as soon as possible, as an abundance of magic could be harmful in areas with high population traffic."

 

You set Dad's breakfast down. "Isn't that amazing, Dad?" you whisper to him.

 

"Yeah. It's cool."

 

"I'm going to get ready for school now."

 

He grabs your hand, stopping you. "Claire."

 

"Yes? What's wrong?"

 

"You ok?"

 

"H-huh? Yeah, of course."

 

He grunts, clearing his throat. "You don't ask for nothin'. You can tell me if you need anything. You work hard." You put your other hand on top of his, smiling softly.

 

"I'm okay, Dad. You worry about enough. I'm not going to bother you for too much."

 

He grunts again, taking his hands away as he closes his eyes. He'll probably be late to work again, but he never faces any consequences. You run upstairs, putting on your usual clothing, and preparing for the run to the bus stop. When you get to class, everything is as it usually is. Aster gives a small wave, as Sans takes his place next to you. You give him a small smile as you place your head in your book.

 

"g'morning, claire. how was your night? hope nothin' bothered ya too much."

 

"I'm okay, thank you."

 

Sans looks at you in worry, "are things with your dad...okay?"

 

"Why do you ask?", you murmur while flipping the pages. "If you think something is wrong, I am fine. My Dad does not hurt me."

 

"that's not what i'm-"

 

"It's okay. I know what you're implying. I'm not angry, but please don't ask again."

 

"sorry...", he mumbles. He's trying to find the source that's triggering your magic. If it's not your dad, maybe it's something else. Class sooner or later ends, as you bounce around with Sans, the conversation from earlier killing any type of conversation. You split from him later to speak with a professor about a test that you took a while ago, planning to visit the theater club after. You would like to see more of that play, and maybe apologize to Cynthia.

 

You head to the theater club in the auditorium, but you see Sans and Cynthia in the entrance, Cynthia looks fairly upset, and Sans has his hands in his pockets looking down at the floor. You approach the door, but they don't seem to see you.

 

"God, fuck no Sans. I'm not going to your house. Your bed sucks, your brother is too annoying for me right now, and I'm still mad at you from last night."

 

"cyn-"

 

"No! Why the fuck do you care about the feelings of some ugly, gloomy, poorly dressed girl in the first place? You are not some savior, Sans. You're a skeleton."

 

"cyn, that's enough. please don't talk about paps that way. what the hell has been wrong with you lately? i'm sure i'm doing everything right, yet you don't communicate with me. instead you just lash out." His face looks mad. You feel bad that Cynthia is saying those things, especially about Papyrus.

 

"Sans, I really don't care anymore." She walks away from him, until they both finally see you standing in the doorway.

 

"Great. You can add eavesdropper to that list."

 

"fuck, cyn-"

 

She walks past you, and as she does, something comes over you. "Um, Cynthia. I know you don't like me and I agree with everything you say about me," she stops in her tracks, turning around with her phone in her hand. You continue, "But...can you stop talking about Papyrus like that? It's not fair...especially to Sans, who loves you."

 

She laughs. "You're funny. Stay the fuck out it. Instead, go get a new wardrobe, maybe even a hair cut before you even approach me."

 

You sigh. When she's finally out of site, you decide it's just best to go home. Sans tries to stop you, grabbing your hand, "claire, wait, i'm so fucking sorry-"

 

You pull out, and run away. You're too embarrassed to even look at him or speak. And to be honest, you don't want to hear it. You're tired. Tired of what, though? Tired of being bullied? Looked down upon? Tired of being alone? Not defending yourself? Everything. In that moment, a wave of motivation comes over you. You're going to do something about it.

 

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The next morning, you find Aster with their usual group outside of the classroom. You approach them, the rest of the group looking at you confusingly. "Claire. What do you need?", Aster looks at you, just as confused as the rest.

 

"Um, I have a favor to ask if it doesn't bother you."

 

"What is it?" they look at you, almost intrigued, especially since they know you never even speak to anyone but Sans.

 

"Yesterday, I was called an ugly, gloomy, poorly girl..." you whisper.

 

"Uh-huh..." Aster gestures for you to continue.

 

"I...don't want to be that anymore."

 

"Are you asking me to Galinda you?" Aster has their eyes closed, arms crossed.

 

"Yes!", you say almost in a shout.

 

Aster's face turns into a smirk, "What a wonderful day it is. I'm going to Galinda the living shit out of you. Come on," Aster grabs your hand.

 

"Where are we going?" you question as you drag yourself along with Aster.

 

"We are skipping class and going shopping. You got money?" Yes, you do. Some savings in your card that you hesitate on using, but it's for a good cause.

 

You nod, as Aster whispers, "Perfect." And you run off with them as they shove you in their car, driving you off to stars knows where.

 

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"Listen. The granny style is not workin' for ya. Buttt, I do understand that you are most comfortable in that. There's a work-around for that."

 

"What is it?", you question.

 

"Dark academia aesthetic. Short plaid skirts, mary janes, everything in your style, but just trendier and cuter. I will pick out a couple things for you. Just go try them on."

 

Aster throws a bunch of stuff into your hands, shoving you into the dressing-room. When you enter out, you have on a frilly dress shirt with a cute pair plaid skirt. The outfits that follow are of similar style, your favorites being a cream turtle neck with a pair of corduroy shorts, and another frilly blouse with a suspender skirt going towards your knees.

 

Aster claps, "Perfect. You look so fucking cute! We are going to grab you more of this. After we pay, straight to the hair salon and Sephora."

 

Your face scrunches at Sephora. "Get that look off your face! You definitely need some light make up." Aster shoves you out of the door, as the bags tumble in your arms. When you get to the salon, the hair stylist eyes glow. You're her perfect prey.

 

Aster looks at the stylist, telling her simply, "Save this girl. Do anything within your best judgement." The stylish nods, washing out your hair and going hay-day on the snipping. You're a big scared. When she turns you around, your eyes turn into stars. She had given your hair a wonderful gloss, fixed your bangs to above your eyebrows, as it has a wispy feel to it. You can finally see your face. No more hiding behind your bangs.

 

"Woah," Aster says from behind. "Claire...you're actually pretty? Like, the hair covered everything so you couldn't see it, but...you're beautiful."

 

"You mean that, Aster?" you look at them, almost tears in your eyes. "It's the first time...in a while that I've heard that." You get up from the chair, running to Aster, hugging them gently. "I mean it. You look wonderful." They hug you back, and you feel the start of a beautiful friendship forming. That's all you could have asked for.

 

You and Aster finished up the day at Sephora, them teaching you how to do some light make-up. They told you to ditch the glasses on, so you figure out once you get home to how to put on your contacts. Dad's not home, so you put everything you bought into your closet, falling into your bed. For the first time, you feel good about yourself. You're not going to give anyone else a reason, especially Cynthia to look down on you.

Chapter 6: Johanna

Notes:

hello i have nothing to say honestly but thank you all for reading and your comments i really appreciate it :D

Your alarm buzzes, and instead of going downstairs, you get yourself ready first. You put on one of the frilly shirts you got, paired with a thin strapped romper. You put on your usual loafers, but style it with a pair of cute socks. You also put on some light make-up like Aster taught you, with your contacts. You look in the mirror, and you can't help but feel like a completely different person. You walk downstairs, nervous for your dad's reaction.

 

"Good morning, Dad." You run past him to prepare for breakfast.

 

"Claire."

 

"Yes, Dad?"

 

"You look nice. Reminds me of your mom." Your shoulders relax, and you smile. "Thank you. I'll make you the same as usual."

 

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You run to the bus as usual, "Claire! I can't believe it's you! You look delightful today," Mr. Stevens says.

 

You smile and say 'thank you', as you take your seat. You decide to listen to the 'Wicked' playlist. It seems fitting. You hope that today goes smoothly.

 

You run off the bus, walking your way to class as usual. People look at you, maybe you hear some whispers, but you do as you always do, ignore it and run to your first class. Sans isn't here yet, but Aster waves over to you. You smile, running up to them.

 

"Phew! I might fall in love with ya, Claire. Whose wonderful mind put you up to this?" Aster giggles.

 

"You did, silly." The classroom whispers, "That's Claire?" and lots of "what the hells?" You can't help but be somewhat embarrassed. You turn around and still don't see Sans there. You don't know exactly why you keep looking for him. Did you want to see him? Did you want him to compliment you? You blush at the thought. Maybe. He has a girlfriend though, so you know that you can only feel friendship for him.

 

But, he never shows up. That's okay. Maybe he's having a rough day. You pick up your stuff, waving to Aster as you run off to your next class. A few people have given you compliments, which you appreciate, and you know better not to let it go to your head. A voice shouts out at you, "SMALL HUMAN! I BARELY RECOGNIZED YOU! YOU LOOK ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL TODAY!" It's Papyrus! You wave at him happily as he runs over to you.

 

"Hi, Papyrus!" you smile at him. "I'M GLAD I FOUND YOU! I FINISHED WATCHING THE MOVIE, AND I LOVED IT! I WANTED TO INVITE YOU OVER AGAIN TO WATCH IT TOGETHER TONIGHT!"

 

"Are you sure?", you question, worried about Sans and Cynthia. You don't want to drive a further wedge between them. "DO NOT WORRY, MS. CLAIRE! SANS AND CYNTHIA WILL NOT BE THERE! THEY HAVE BUSINESS TO ATTEND TO. IT WILL BE YOU, ME, AND PIZZA."

 

"That sounds like fun, Papyrus."

 

"MEET ME OUTSIDE AFTER CLASS!  I WILL BE WAITING WITH MY CAR!", he runs off into the distance before you could say anything. You laugh a bit, as you walk into your next class.

 

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Papyrus has a red sports car, with sleek, beige leather interior. You sit in it in awe.

 

"Papyrus...are you rich?" you question with your mouth open in shock.

 

"I DO HAVE A BIT OF GOLD FROM THE UNDERGROUND! HUMANS LOVE GOLD! IT GOES FOR A GOOD EXCHANGE PRICE! NYHEHEHE!"

 

You giggle at the taller skeleton, as he speeds off. You feel the fresh air as it blows through your hair. You close your eyes, enjoying the weather until you get to the skeleton brothers' house, kinda wishing the ride wasn't over yet.

 

"You can't teleport like Sans?"

 

"NO! WHERE'S THE FUN IN THAT! I SHALL ORDER THE PIZZA! GO AHEAD AND TAKE A SEAT."  You take a seat on the comfy couch, being careful of your posture. It's a habit from your mother, and you can't help but pay attention to it.

 

"I HAVE ORDERED THE PIZZA! SHALL WE GET TO WATCHING?" Papyrus shouts.

 

"I am so excited. You already watched it so we can talk about it more."

 

"I HAVE A FEW FAVORITE SONGS! THEY WERE EXCELLENT! THE MOVIE IS ODDLY DARK, BUT I VERY MUCH ENJOYED IT."

 

The movie plays, and you perk up at all your favorite songs, "Green Finch And Linnett Bird," and your second favorite "Johanna".

 

"I DO PARTICULARLY LIKE THIS SONG! IT REALLY EXPRESSES JOHANNA'S BEAUTY AND ANTHONY'S LOVE FOR HER! IT IS CERTAINLY BEAUTIFUL."

 

"Johanna~" you sing.

 

"AND ONE DAY, I'LL STEAL YOU. TILL I'M WITH YOU WHEN I'M WITH YOU THERE~" Papyrus sings along.

 

"Sweetly buried in your yellow hair...~"

 

"WOWIE, MS. CLAIRE! YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL VOICE!" Papyrus exclaims, stars in his pupils. You blush, feeling shy at the compliment. You and Papyrus sit throughout some more of the movie, singing to the some of the songs.

 

It wasn't until the movie was playing "Pretty Women," that Papyrus got up, offering out his hand to dance with him to the song. You took his hand happily, as you sang with him waltzing around the living room. You realized you are much shorter to the skeleton, only reaching up to his biceps.

 

"PRETTY WOMEN, ARE A WONDER-"

 

"Pretty women~!"

 

"STANDING BY THE WINDOW OR STANDING ON THE STAIR, SOMETHING IN THEM CHEERS THE AIR-"

 

"Pretty women, silhouetted... stay within you, glancing~! Pretty women, stay forever...breathing lightly-"

 

"PRETTY WOMEN!"

"Pretty women!", you both sing in unison. You did not notice Sans had returned home, as you are too engrossed with yours and Papyrus's performance. Sans stares, watching the dance between you two. He stares are your bright, beautiful smile, and it's almost like time stops. His SOUL flickers almost like it's igniting something inside.

 

You notice Sans, and your face brightens even more. You wave him over, "Join us!" And so, he does, spending the rest of the evening watching you and Papyrus singing and dancing to the songs of Sweeney Todd. It gets super late, and you realize the time. "Oh no...I should probably go back home." You frown, highly enjoying your time and not wanting to leave.

 

"YOU CAN COME OVER ANYTIME, MS. CLAIRE! MAYBE SLEEPOVER ONE DAY!" Papyrus shouts as he waves you out the door.

 

"I would love that. Bye-bye, Papyrus."

 

Sans decided to walk you home instead of teleporting. It was a wonderful night, and he was feeling stressed over Cynthia, so it was best to just get some warm night breeze. When he looked back at the house, he realized the grass had grown taller, with sunflowers about to blossom. Obviously, that was not there before. Perhaps your trickles of magic are triggered by powerful emotions.

 

You walk next to him silently, smile plastered all over your face. Sans looks at you, and finds himself smiling, too.

 

"you changed up your look. you look great," he says. Far more than great. Beautiful, he thinks. It's not appropriate for him to say.

You smile at him warmly, "Thank you. That means a lot to me."

 

He frowns a bit, "i jus' hope you didn't do this because of cyn..."

 

"I did, partially. That day I decided I didn't want to be bullied anymore. I feel a lot better about myself. There's still stuff I have to work on..." you say in a whisper.

 

"like what?"

 

"Talking louder...not being so shy."

 

"i think that's the part that made me want to be your friend. you are genuine and gentle." You blush at that, turning your head away from him. He notices and does the same. What the hell is he thinking? He has Cynthia. He clears his face as fast as it lets him.

 

"i'm sorry about cyn... truly. i know you felt bad that night when you came over."

 

"I enjoyed musicals and theater with my mom. Sweeney Todd was the first I watched with her, so it meant a lot to me. It's not everyone's favorite. I don't blame Cynthia for anything. But Sans..." your voice is more hushed than before. "Why do you let her talk about Papyrus that way? And to you?" You stare into Sans pupils.

 

He looks down from you, sighing, "i'on what's going on with her. shes been like this for a while now. it feels like she hates me sometimes," his face grows sad. "her and paps used to do so much together. but one day she switched, and it just confused him. it confused me more. sometimes i feel like i'm just a punchin' bag. she doesn't like to do half of the things we used to, and is always in her phone. textin' someone."

 

You grow sad for him. You've never had an experience in love before, but you do know that it's not supposed to feel that way. "Sans...I don't think that love is supposed to feel that way. Love is like...the way Anthony is singing to Johanna. If you love her, you should try to figure out what's going on...because it seems like she might be hurting."

 

"i don't know anymore, claire. she's been doing a lot of shitty things. sometimes, i feel like i should move on. maybe its me making her so sad."

 

You stop in your tracks, "No! Don't blame yourself. You are doing everything you can...I know you are. Keep trying, Sans. I'm sure you'll get through to her."

 

Sans is a bit shocked at your sudden loudness, as his face grows into a smile, "you're right. i wont give up. thanks claire." You approach your house, and the grass seems to be even more worse than before.

 

You sigh. "What am I going to do... It just keeps getting worse."

 

"the grass?" he looks at it again. It's covered in grass in weeds, more than before. No flowers. He wonders why that is?

 

"Claire! Get inside." Dad shouts from the open door. "I'm coming!" you run upstairs, waving goodbye to Sans. He watches the grass grow as you walk into your house. Sans scratches his head. "what's going on in there that's got you feelin' big?", he murmurs to himself. He teleports back home onto his bed.

 

His mind wanders as he thinks of you dancing and singing in the living room. How beautiful you are. He pushes it back into his mind. After all, Cynthia needs him. He can't betray her.

Chapter 7: I've Got A Crush... Maybe.

Notes:

i'll upload two before work and thats it for today :3

As soon as you make Dad dinner and hit your bed, the world feels like it's spinning. You feel euphoric, as you never thought you be singing and dancing with a cool monster skeleton to your favorite musical. Or walking home with a skeleton who you find attractive. You blush furiously. Attractive? Oh, lord! You hit your head in your pillow. You can't believe you just thought that! You sigh. You can't be feeling this way. It's just a crush. Nothing more. He's given you no reason to feel all fluttery, and he has a girlfriend. You are not trying to ruin a relationship. Like Sans, you push the thoughts to your back of your head.

 

In the morning, you head to class sitting next to Aster. Sans doesn't come in either today, so you take this time to spend with them. "Claire, did you get enough sleep last night?" Aster looks at you a bit worried.

 

"I was up all night...thinking too hard," you pick your head up from the desk.

 

"Penny for your thoughts?" Aster smirks.

 

"I have a crush on someone...I think. I think he's attractive...but I know nothing about him. And he has a girlfriend."

 

"Oh, jeez. Yeah, just drop it. There's tons of guys on campus...unless-"

 

"Oh, stars. Don't say it out loud."

 

Aster snickers, "Oh boy. You don't want to make an enemy of Cynthia. Do yourself the favor, Claire. I don't want to see you get hurt."

 

"You're right... I'll forget about it. After all, I just think he's nice. It's not like we had any moments... He really loves Cynthia."

 

"Sorry, Claire." Aster taps your back, you forget about your feelings and pay attention to the lecture.

 

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Later that day, Sans sees you walking around campus. He figured you were trying to kill time as you were looking down at the flower beds, admiring the flowers that have grown in the spring breeze. He noticed that every flower you bent down to touch flourished and budded to its full potential. How did you not notice it? He teleported to you, curious enough to pick your brain.

 

"whatcha doing?" You jump as the skeleton appears next to you, and you start blushing furiously.

 

"Oh! I'm just- flowergazing!" you scratch a part of your face.

 

"you look lost in thought, whats wrong?"

 

"It's...nothing. Just silly stuff in my head. How are you? I've been worried about you since we talked."

 

"i'm okay. i still haven't talked with cyn yet. will you be coming over soon? paps wants to have a sleepover."

 

"I'll have to check with Dad...but if I can, I would love to. I don't want to get Cynthia upset, though."

 

"eh. don't worry about her. you're there for paps, so if she has an issue, i'll deal with it."

 

Sans phone starts buzzing. He ignores it the first time.  "i would like it if we could talk more, too. it was fun, watching you sing and dance with paps. it's the biggest smile you've had since i've met ya." You smile softly, the sunlight hitting your face in the right spot. "Thank you." He felt that image of you burning into his memory. His phone rings for the third time.

 

"That must be important. I'll head out now." You wave him goodbye as you begin to walk away. Sans looks at his phone it messages from Cynthia, completely freaking out. He calls her back and she instantly picks up, screaming, "Sans, I can't do this! My mother keeps threatening me and I'm flipping out!"

 

Sans grows worried as he softly talks to her, "shh, cyn. it's going to be okay, i'll come to you now." He quickly teleports to her, as she's lying on her bed, clutching her phone. He crawls up next to her, kissing her shoulder softly as she cries. "She keeps saying that I'm trying to seduce Jeff, that bum ass man downstairs. She keeps threatening to throw me out."

 

He frowns, "she's all talk, cyn. you know she's not gonna do that."

 

"I'm tired of this. I just want to move away, faraway from here." Sans frowns even more. He understands what she means, but can't help but take it personally. She turns around to Sans, with that look in her eye. "Can you help me feel better?" she whispers to him.

 

"cyn, i don't think-" He doesn't even have time to talk, as he feels her lips pressing against his teeth. And he falls into her trap, yet again.

Chapter 8: Papyrus And Sleepovers

Notes:

last one! i'll be back tomorrow. i'm at a writing stand still for the latest chapter i'm writing but i'll rack my brain to see where i want to go with it

please dont mind any grammar mistakes

You make dad dinner as always, this time today salisbury steak with white rice and broccoli. He quite enjoyed it today. "Dad?" you prepare yourself for the worst response.

 

"Claire."

 

"My skeleton friend...another skeleton friend asked if I could sleepover soon. We've been bonding over movies, " you dare not say musicals, "and he invited me to stay the night so we can marathon.."

 

"Claire, how ol' are you now?"

 

"Um...21."

 

"Don't ya think you've earned the right to make your own choices? I'm jus' happy you're finally askin' me to do things. You've been steppin' on glass around me since ya mama left. Lookin' afraid of me."

 

You kneel down next to the recliner to meet his gaze. "I just wanted to take care of you, Dad. So I focused on my studies and home, so you didn't feel like much had changed. I was scared of your anger. I was scared I'd lose you, too..." you murmur.

 

"Claire, ya ain't gotta worry about me. I can take care of myself. You're too kind for your own good. Live your life."

 

"I'm still going to be here for you. I'm going to cook for you as much as I can when I'm not outside. I'm not leaving you," you remind him.

 

"I know, Claire."

 

You go upstairs to your room, jumping excitedly. Papyrus had given you his number the day you hung out together, so you excitedly text him.

 

You: Dad said yes!! 😸

 

Pappy: NYEHEHEHE!! TOMORROW WILL BE THE GREATEST SLEEPOVER!

 

You put down your phone, lying on your bed. You can't believe you have made three friends these past weeks, including changing your style. You can't help but feel happy, but full of worry, especially for Sans.

 

You hope he can figure out things with Cynthia. He deserves to be happy.

 

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Cynthia moves slowly off the bed, Sans snoozing softly next to spot she was lying on. He's fully naked, as Cynthia stares down at him. All bones, strangely thicker than most. His fingers, too. She couldn't deny he was handsome, strangely handsome. He was an excellent lover, too. She thought she had loved him, especially in the beginning.

 

She walks to the bathroom, turning on the cold water and wetting her face, pulling her blonde hair back with the excess water. She looks at herself in the mirror, sighing at how worn out she looks, until she decides to crawl back into bed with Sans. She frowns.  She takes out her phone, opening one of the various dating apps on her phone. It's been an addiction for her for months now, as the attention and validation she craves has been getting fulfilled through the various men she talks to. Even though Sans has given her more than enough, love, validation, a chance of a future, and she knows that. Somehow, this is filling the emptiness  inside of her than he could.

 

"what are you doing?" the skeleton opens his eyes, as she throws the phone down, staring into the pupils that are giving a small light to the room.

 

"Nothing. I just couldn't sleep."

 

"cyn. truthfully, i jus' haven't been feeling good about things lately. you keep doing that, not telling me anything. but because i love you, i keep trying to reach you. can you please tell me how i can help you? what has you hurting?" he is desperate. He hopes he can reach her.

 

"Fuck, Sans. We can't just have a night without you asking questions. I keep telling you nothing is wrong, and you keep probing. If you don't like how shit is, just leave," she whips around in the bed, turning away from him.

 

Sans gets up from the bed, putting on his gym shorts and t-shirt. Cynthia looks back, scoffing at him, "You're really leaving? Just giving up?"

 

"what's the point, cyn? you don't want me here, and i need to cool down. i'll text you in the morning."

 

"Wait-" before she's able to say another sentence, Sans is gone. What she fears more than anything is being alone, especially in this house with nothing but criticism and accusations. So she'll hold onto him, even though she doesn't love him, for as long as she can.

 

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"I AM SO EXCITED FOR OUR SLEEPOVER, MS. CLAIRE! WE ARE GOING TO BUILD A HUGE BLANKET FORT, WITH POPCORN AND SNACKS! WATCHING ALL THE HORROR MOVIES YOU COULD DREAM OF!" the skeleton shouts at you.

 

"Oh, Papyrus. I'm so excited. This is my first ever sleepover. I feel like a kid again," you clap your hands together in excitement, as Papyrus...flexes?

 

Papyrus tells you to wait as he goes to grab his car from parking lot four. You look at the scenery while you wait, and you faintly see Sans and Cynthia arguing near a tree by the front of the university. You frown, as she throws her hands up, walking away from him as she takes out her phone. What the hell is she doing on that phone all the time? Sans leans against the tree, staring up at the sky. You decide to ask him about it later, and give him some time to process whatever it is going on.

 

"SMALL HUMAN CLAIRE! LET US BE ON OUR WAY!" Papyrus shouts, blaring the horn. You see Aster, waving them 'Goodbye' as you jump into the red sports car. Their jaw is dropped, as they scream, "YOU BETTER TELL ME EVERYTHING TOMORROW!"

 

"IS THAT YOUR HUMAN FRIEND, MS. CLAIRE?" Papyrus questions.

 

"Yes, my new friend, Aster. I really like them."

 

"THAT IS GREAT, MS. CLAIRE! OPENING YOUR WORLD UP TO OTHER PEOPLE IS THE BEAUTY OF IT ALL! I HOPE YOU CONTINUE TO MAKE MORE FRIENDS, HOWEVER... REMEMBER THAT THE GREATEST PAPYRUS IS YOUR BEST!"

 

You giggle, "Okay, Papyrus. You're my coolest best friend." His eyes turn to stars as you tell him to focus on the road, as he's swerving in excitement. You do the same as before, closing your eyes and feeling the breeze. But, thoughts of Sans and Cynthia flood your mind. It's bothering you, because you want Sans to be happy, as your friend, of course.

 

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"Papyrus...why are the counter tops so tall?" you jump up and down, your head barely reaching over the counter top.

 

"NYEHEHE, BECAUSE I'M SO TALL! IT'LL HURT MY POOR SPINE IF I BEND TOO MUCH."

 

"I can't reach that high...I want to help you cook. Is there anything I can stand on?" you murmur. You both decided to cook tonight as a way to kill time the rest of the day.

 

"YOU CAN USE SANS STOOL!" he pushes it towards you. Sans is a bit taller than you, but you imagine him standing on this and it makes you laugh. "I can't believe he uses this!" You can't manage to stop laughing as you cut the vegetables.

 

"DO YOU COOK A LOT AT HOME, MS. CLAIRE? YOU SEEM VERY EXPERIENCED AT THE VEGETABLE CUTTING GAME!"

 

"I do. I cook for my Dad. He always tells me my food is very energizing."

 

"THAT IS THE MOST AMAZING COMPLIMENT HE CAN GIVE!" Papyrus does a little dance, as you two finish up making a simple chicken and rice. You two eat at the dining-room table, Papyrus telling you stories about the Underground.

 

"A fish lady, and a talking flower?" you question.

 

"YES! UNDYNE IS MY TRAINER AND TEACHER! I SHOULD INVITE HER OVER ONE DAY! SHE WOULD BE A GREAT INFLUENCE ON YOU! MY OTHER FRIEND IS A TALKING FLOWER! IT USED TO GIVE ME LOTS OF WORDS OF ENCOURAGEMENT IN THE UNDERGROUND! NYEHEHE... THAT'S HOW I BECAME THE COOLEST SKELETON IN THE UNDERGROUND!"

 

"How interesting! I would love to meet them one day." You smile at him as you finish the bowl of spaghetti. "YOU CAN LEAVE IT IN THE SINK, SANS WILL WASH THEM LATER! IT IS TIME TO GET IN OUR JAMMIES AND BUILD A FORT!"

 

You and Papyrus run upstairs, as you go into the bathroom and him inside of his bedroom. You put on your favorite pair of pajamas, which is a shark onesie Mama got you for Christmas before she disappeared. It still fits you perfectly. You meet Papyrus outside the bathroom, as he is in matching blue pajamas and a cute little sleeping hat on.

 

"SMALL HUMAN, YOU LOOK... ADORABLE!" he shouts, stars in his pupils.

 

"I like your pajamas too! How are we going to build a fort?" Papyrus leads you to a small closet at the end of the hallway, where there's loads and loads of blankets.

 

"GRAB EVERYTHING! I SHALL POP THE POPCORN!" You grab everything you can, lifting it over your head, as you run downstairs throwing the blankets down at the floor. You grab the pillows from the couch, setting up a comfy blanket bed with everything you got. You smile, as it brings out your inner child. You thank Papyrus in your mind for inviting you to do this. You lacked these experiences while you were younger, and everything has been so serious these past years. You let yourself go, and just be the kid you never got to be.

 

Papyrus runs over with the popcorn, jumping into the blanket bed/fort you made. You two decide to watch "Smile," a new horror movie that came out recently. Papyrus ends up screaming most of the time, hiding behind the pillows and shaking you. You can't help but laugh every time he does it. You two continue like that all night, until eventually the tiredness washes over, and you both find yourselves asleep on the living room floor.

Chapter 9: Loser Shit

Notes:

two chappies for today them im off to work

Sans ends up going to Grillby's after another fight with Cynthia. He can't even remember what it was about anymore, as they just keep blending together the more they both fight. Sans drinks a bit, as he tries to make sense of everything in his head. He doesn't know what to do anymore, but the thoughts still float around in his head. He thinks he loves her, so he'll stay.

 

Grillby flickers to Sans, "You okay?" He's never been much of a talker, but Sans sullen eye sockets and faint blush shows he's tired, and has one too many. Grillby passes him a glass of water infused with some magic to help him sober up. Sans chugs it, feeling less intoxicated in his bones.

 

"never been better, thanks grill." He gets up from the seat, deciding to walk home to organize his thoughts. He looks up at the night sky, the moonlight on his skull and bones. The stars are beautiful tonight, and he remembers when he used to climb the mountain with Cynthia, to watch stars. He sighs, shoving his hands in his pockets.

 

He approaches the house sooner or later, lost in thought. When he snaps back into reality, he notices that the grass he cut down is taller, with various different flowers growing in the grass. He chuckles with the realization you probably were here, and when he walks in, it was beyond what he expected. Your head is rested on Papyrus's rib cage, as you both are sprawled out everywhere on the blankets you guys had set down on the floor. The TV is turned to low, as "The Ring" is playing on screen. Sans sits down next to your sleeping body.

 

"a shark onesie. how adorable," he chuckles. He reaches over to pinch your cheek, and when he does, you groan, with a sleeping pout on your face. You mumble something out, but Sans didn't catch it. He lays down near you, watching you as you sleep.

 

"how can someone do a complete 180 in two weeks? maybe you were that person the whole time, claire. you just needed the right people." You breathe softly, he tries to listen over Papyrus's snores. You shift over, your sleeping face now facing directly towards Sans. A blush fills his face, as you're closer to his face, but he doesn't dare touch you again. He shouldn't be feeling this way. Cynthia, Cynthia. Cynthia.

 

But all the thoughts of her leave his head automatically. He brushes your hair out of your face. You mumble again, this time hearing you clearly. "Stupid grass..." Sans tries his best to hold in his laughter.

 

"you got magic, you silly girl. you gotta realize it sooner or later." Sans finds himself falling asleep right next to you. Somehow, it's the safest he has felt in a long time.

 

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"What the fuck is going on here?" a voice screams from above you. You rub at your eyes, seeing Sans lying next to you, Papyrus on the other side, and Cynthia standing over you. Sans lifts himself up, frowning at the woman.

 

"I came because YOU haven't answered my messages all night. And I come here to see this? Ha!" she scoffs, looking directly into your eyes.

 

"MS. CYNTHIA, CLAIRE AND I WERE MERELY HAVING A SLEEPOVER! IT SEEMS LIKE SANS DECIDED TO JOIN US IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT!"

 

"God, Papyrus. Lower your fucking voice," she scowls at him, Papyrus looking down in silence.

 

"cyn, there's-" Sans starts to speak, but you get up before he can manage to get his sentence out. "Cynthia, I truly understand your worries but Papyrus and I were just enjoying a movie night together. Sans wasn't with us at all. And even so, it's not right...to talk to Papyrus in that way..." You try your best to be firm, but it ended up coming out in a murmur.

 

Cynthia shoves you down onto the floor, as Sans yells, "cynthia! what the hell is wrong with you!", Sans throws his arm in front of her, as she leans down to you.

 

"Listen, you fucking idiot. You can change your hairstyle or whatever, but it doesn't change what you really are.  Stop playing friends here and constantly being a nuisance. I'm tired of seeing your face. You have no reason to be here." You look down from her gaze. Maybe it's true. Maybe she's right? This is Cynthia's place, with Sans and Papyrus. You've been intruding on that.

 

"Cynthia, That Is Enough." She looks at Papyrus in confusion at his tone. "You Have Been Really Mean To Me These Past Few Months. To Sans. And Now Ms. Claire. I Do Not Know What Is Going On, But It's Hurting Everyone's Feelings. We Are Here To Help You," he says softly.

 

Her face twists more, as Sans grabs her, teleporting upstairs to his room. Then starts the arguing. You keep your head down, letting your tears flow. You thought nothing could ever get to you, but you cracked. Papyrus gets your stuff together, both of you still in pajamas as he helps you get into the car to take you home.

 

You sit in there with Papyrus for a couple minutes, as he speaks to you.

 

"Ms. Claire... I Am So Sorry."

 

"It's not your fault. I know that I shouldn't have been there. I dont know why Sans was next to me..."

 

"Truthfully, I Saw Him Get In Last Night. But He Looked So Happy. First Time In A Long Time. So, I Didn't Say Anything." You shut your eyes, trying to clear your face up in case Dad is home. Why did he look happy?

 

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"what the fuck is wrong with you, cynthia?" Sans voice is in a growl, he has finally reached his limit.

 

"What is wrong with me? You don't talk to me the whole night, and I find you sleeping next some girl in a fucking shark onsie. Some fucking loser shit," she spits out.

 

"you can't keep acting this way, cynthia. hurting papyrus, claire, who is only just a friend! you won't say shit about what's going on! im completely fried here." He sits on the edge of his bed, with his skull in his hands.

 

"You...you don't love me, do you?" her face scrunches up as she starts to cry. She doesn't love him either, but she'll do anything to make him stay.

 

"of course i do... cyn." He falls into her web again, as he keeps tangling himself, unable to see what's coming next.

 

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I just can't control myself. I get so jealous. Please don't talk to that girl anymore. I can't handle it anymore. Only pay attention to me."  Sans's face warps in pain, as she gets on her knees falling between his legs. "ok, cyn. i won't." She cries in his lap. "Thank you, thank you." And like that, Cynthia always gets what she wants, like spider and prey.

 

Chapter 10: The Fuck Word

Notes:

thats all for today :3

The rest of the weekend you try your best to bottle your feelings in, so Dad doesn't feel how upset you are. You don't want to make him worried. Papyrus has been sending you messages, but you haven't had the heart to respond. You feel ashamed and your self confidence has plummeted to zero.

 

The next day at school, you sit down next to Aster. Sans is there, eye sockets sullen, and he doesn't bother to look at you. "Dude, what's going on with you?" Aster is painfully worried, and you can hear it in their voice.

 

"A few days ago, I had a sleepover with Papyrus. Cynthia came by in the morning and got insanely mad. Called me an idiot and to stop playing friends' with Sans and Papyrus," you sigh, slamming your head on the desk. "It has been bothering me ever since." Aster leans back in the seat, eye twitching.

 

"What the fuck has been her deal? Everyone says shes been spazzing out on people, now telling you can't have friends? Or is there more to the story?" Aster questions.

 

"You see, I fell asleep with Papyrus in the living room. Papyrus said sometime during the night Sans joined us in the living room. He was sleeping next to me, WITH Papyrus. I think she thought we were doing something else. She shoved me onto the floor and started screaming at me."

 

Aster rubs their temples with their fingers. "Fuck. Cynthia got me mad, now. Especially with all that Tinder shit she does." Aster is now speaking in a whisper, as they pull you closer.

 

"You know...someone in the theater club said they saw her phone. Every single dating app on there. They've been saying they see her on there, sometimes flirting with a bunch of different men. I'm surprised that bonehead hasn't checked her phone."

 

You shoot up, "What! You're fucking kidding!" Your voice echoes throughout the classroom. It's the first time you ever gotten angry enough to shout or even curse. It rarely crosses your mouth. Sans shoots you a glance, as you return it back with your eyebrows furrowed, quickly sitting back down.

 

"Woah! The fuck word. I'm surprised you didn't hear about it."

 

"Aster...you know I don't listen to that stuff. Besides, what's it to say it's even true?" You lean your head into your palm, the look on your face extremely sad. All this is stressful. What is even happening anymore?

 

"Listen, if Sans is your friend, maybe you should  give him a heads up. All they do is argue, and he seems like he's trapped into something he doesn't want to be in."

 

"He told me he loved her, and wanted to keep trying to be with her."

 

"Claire, you can love someone and NOT like them. You can be with someone out of fear of what they might do. Sans seems like he's being manipulated into staying with her, either from her or he's trying to play savior. She's just been a whole riot these past few months."

 

"I see. Thank you, Aster..." you turn to face the professor, and spend the rest of the lecture wallowing in your own depressive thoughts. After class, you manage to pull Sans aside. You start to get nervous and he looks a bit annoyed.

 

"whaddya want, claire?" he mumbles.

 

"I was just wondering if you had time to talk? About what happened? It's been-"

 

"listen, claire. it's probably best we don't talk anymore, and you don't come over. cynthia is my girlfriend and if she tells me she don't like something, i gotta listen. she doesn't want me talking to you anymore."

 

Aster is standing right behind you, eyes glowing in what seems like intention to murder. You look at them, giving them a soft smile as they step back, relaxing their shoulders.

 

"I'm sorry, Sans. I don't understand why you're saying that-"

 

"claire, i'm not telling you again. just leave us alone, ok? cynthia is right, it's obviously not working, and she's stressed out as it is. no need to 'play friends.'" You can feel the tears welling in your eyes.

 

Aster pushes you aside. "Okay, asshole. What the hell is wrong with you? Your girlfriend has done nothing but insult Claire. I bet she insults you more than anyone else. Don't you have any respect for yourself and anyone around you?" they shout into his face.

 

"stop putting your nose in places where it doesn't belong, bud." Sans pupils go black.

 

"I am not scared of you, Sans. You sit there constantly being manipulated by a woman who fucking cheats on you. Check her fucking phone if you don't believe me. Have some fucking shame." Aster grabs your hand, pulling you away as you rub at your eyes.

 

"Fuck that guy, Claire. I've got lots of guys, and friends who would respect someone as kind as you."

 

"Aster, I feel so terrible. I can't help it." Aster stops pulling you into a hug. "Claire, I know and it's okay. You didn't deserve that."

 

"MS. CLAIRE? WHAT'S WRONG?", you hear Papyrus's voice behind you. Aster puts you behind them, as you try to make your tears go away.

 

"Papyrus, as sweet as you are, your brother isn't. Maybe you should have a talk with him about his girlfriend."

 

"HUMAN ASTER, WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" his face grows worried. "Sans told Claire to not come over anymore and not to speak with him anymore. You need to have a talk with him about that woman. Enough is enough. I'm taking Claire home."

 

"MS. CLAIRE! MS. CLAIRE!" he shouts after you, as Aster takes your hand, running to the parking lot.

 

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Sans and Cynthia are sitting on the couch at his house, watching a Netflix show. She cuddles up to him, and it's the most affectionate she's given to him in ages. He did not realize how deprived he was of nonsexual touch. She picks her head up to kiss him on the cheek, and he reminds what it was like before, in the beginning. What is bothering him the most is what he said to you earlier. He can't get you out of his mind.

 

Papyrus walks through the door, and it's the first time he's ever seen some type of anger on his face. "I'M SORRY, CYNTHIA. YOU NEED TO LEAVE. I MUST HAVE A TALK WITH MY BROTHER."

 

Her face is scornful, "Huh? What the hell is wrong with you?"

 

"PLEASE GO."  She chooses not to argue, picking up her stuff and walking out of the door. She scoffs and mumbles something underneath her breath.

 

"paps, why'd you kick her out?" Sans is going to have a whole argument and a half about it with Cynthia later. He sighs in dread.

 

"SANS, I THINK IT'S TIME YOU CONSIDER REEVALUATE YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH CYNTHIA."

 

"what is going on paps?" he questions.

 

"THE HUMAN ASTER HAS INFORMED ME OF WHAT HAPPENED. I FOUND OUT WHEN I SAW MS. CLAIRE SHEDDING AN INTENSE AMOUNT OF TEARS IN THE HALLWAY."

 

"BROTHER, I UNDERSTAND YOU LOVE CYNTHIA. BUT NOW, YOU ARE DOING THINGS THAT ARE AFFECTING MY FRIENDSHIPS, TOO. YOU TWO CONSTANTLY BICKER, SHE CRIES, AND YOU FORGIVE HER. DO YOU NOT SEE THE ISSUE WITH THAT?" Sans has never seen him more serious.

 

"MS. CLAIRE HAS BEEN NOTHING BUT KIND. SHE HAS BEEN NOTHING BUT HAPPY BEING HERE. I THINK SHE'S BEEN VERY LONELY, BUT FOR HER OWN CIRCUMSTANCES, HASN'T BEEN ABLE TO ADMIT IT. YOU TOOK THAT AWAY FROM HER TODAY, FOR CYNTHIA. WHO HAS BEEN VERY MEAN TO ALL THREE OF US, AND SHOWS NO WAY OF CHANGING."

 

"paps, this is none of your business. cynthia needs me-"

 

"YOU ARE NOT A SAVIOR, SANS. YOU CANNOT SAVE HER FROM WHAT SHE IS STRUGGLING WITH. THAT IS HER OWN PROBLEM TO FIX HERSELF. IT BECAME MY BUSINESS WHEN I SAW MY GOOD FRIEND CRYING OVER....OVER A RELATIONSHIP THAT IS SIMPLY JUST...MANIPULATIVE."

 

Sans gets up. "i've had enough. i don't need you tell me anything else. i love cynthia. ill stay with her and help her through this." 

 

"That Is Just Not True, Brother. I See How You Look At Claire."

 

"you see nothing. i'm following cynthia." Within an instant, Sans is gone. Papyrus stands in the living-room alone, probably more upset than he's been in his life.

Chapter 11: Let's Steal 'Johanna'

Notes:

i make a lot of references to songs i like as its mainly my main inspiration for writing. a lot of anime songs too so i'll be referring to those too

Sans doesn't know what came over him. He lays naked, as it always ends up, in Cynthia's bed. Tonight though, she made a mistake. Leaving her phone in the room while showered. Sans desperately wanted to believe Aster was shitting around. Between them and Papyrus, his SOUL was urging him to just look.

 

So he did. Tinder, Bumble, Grindr. Cynthia sharing photos with random men, naked photos. Sans knows what her body looks like after all. It takes him everything he has to not throw the phone across the room. What the fuck is he doing all of this for, when Cynthia has been cheating on him the whole time? Is this what she's been hiding? All he can think about is your crying face. Fuck this-

 

Cynthia walks back into the room, softly smiling at Sans. She crawls back into bed with him, cuddling him. She kisses every bone on his body, as she whispers to him, "I love you. Please don't leave me. You're all I have."

 

And so, he melts. Trying to forget what he saw. If he leaves Cynthia, who knows how far she'll go? He kisses her back, "i love you, too." Everything feels like he's being engulfed in fire. No more chances after this, this is the last time, he promises himself.

 

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You take a couple days off of school. It's definitely being avoidant, but how are you even going to sit in the same classes with Sans without sorting out your feelings? You feel crushed, especially since Papyrus now is feeling bad. You look at the messages he sent you,

 

Pappy: Claire, I spoke with my brother. Truthfully, I am in full disagreement. But what are the people on the Tik Tak saying these days? "Denial is a river in Egypt!" I will not let them both stop me from being friends with you, although we have to hang out on campus now.

 

You: Thank you, Papyrus. But maybe it's best to not get your brother mad.

 

You put your phone away. Aster is coming to get you this morning for your first day back at class. It's a Wednesday, and you hop into the small Honda their dad got them for Christmas last year. "Claire, your yard is equivalent to a jungle. What the hell is going on?"

 

"I can't manage to cut it down. It just grows back. Maybe I should see if someone else can do it."

 

"I can ask my dad. He's a whole bunch of things, so he'll be able to help".

 

You two drive off to school, mainly staying silent.

 

"Do you have romantic feelings for Sans, Claire?"

 

"I don't think so. Maybe just a crush, but what bothers me most about this situation is Cynthia. You can see it in his eyes he's not happy at all. I want him to be happy...with someone he actually loves and loves him."

 

"You mean with youuuuuu?", Aster jokes around.

 

"No...no! With anyone. Me getting a boyfriend is impossible, I'm very shy and boring so I probably won't get anywhere."

 

"Why don't you hang with me then? I have lots a boys chasing my tail. Till, I tell them I'm a raging gay."

 

"By the way...I don't think I ever asked you."

 

"Yeah, yeah, I know what you're about to say," Aster snorts. "I go by they/them. I'm nonbinary but I was born female. And I love girls."

 

"How wonderful! Girls are nice...Thank you for sharing with me."

 

You and Aster arrive at the university, and as they get out, flocking around you like a mother hen. "GOOD MORNING, MS. CLAIRE AND HUMAN ASTER!" Papyrus shouts with his apron on.

 

"Oh, Papyrus," you look down in a bit of sadness. "MS. CLAIRE, I AM GOING TO KIDNAP YOU!" You don't even get a word out, until Papyrus picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder. You shout, as he runs off with you, Aster yelling back at him, "PAPYRUS!!!! WHEN I CATCH YOU!!" When Papyrus is doing his mad dash over all of the campus, at some point you stop trying to get out, going limp. When he finally puts you down, you're at one of the culinary kitchens the university has.

 

"Papyrus, how are you so damn strong?" you gaps for air as you sit down, dizzy from whatever the hell just happened. "MS. CLAIRE, I TOOK YOU HERE SO WE CAN EAT AND TALK TOGETHER PRIVATELY!" he shouts, as he starts grabbing ingredients from around the kitchen. "What is it, Papyrus?" you question, resting your chin on the counter. You feel nauseated.

 

"YOU SEE, MS. CLAIRE! I DO NOT WISH FOR US TO STOP BEING FRIENDS! I SAW YOUR HESITANCY OVER TEXT, AND THOUGHT IT WOULD BE BETTER TO TAKK IN PERSON!" his smile has a hint of sadness in it.

 

"MY BROTHER AND I... WE ARE POLAR OPPOSITES! SANS RAISED ME, BUT I WAS OFTEN THE ONE CLEANING AND KEEPING HIM IN ORDER! YOU CAN GUESS MY EXCITEMENT WHEN HE FINALLY BROUGHT HOME A GIRLFRIEND! A PRETTY ONE AT THAT! HE WAS FINALLY ONCE IN HIS LIFE, NOT BEING A LAZYBONES!"

 

"I WAS REALLY HAPPY WHEN CYNTHIA JOINED OUR LITTLE FAMILY. SHE BROUGHT OUT THE BEST IN SANS! AND I WAS SO HAPPY TO FINALLY SEE HIM HAPPY! AFTER SO MUCH STRUGGLING ESPECIALLY IN THE UNDERGROUND." You watch him intensely, as he's throwing ingredients in a mixing bowl.

 

"I DO NOT THINK IT IS WORKING ANYMORE. CYNTHIA JUST DOES NOT LOVE SANS, AND SOMEHOW HE DOES NOT SEE IT. HE DOES NOT SEE THAT WHAT SHE DOES IS WRONG. HE FEARS SOMEONE HE CARES FOR DISAPPEARING FOREVER. I WANT TO ASK YOU THAT YOU DON'T BLAME HIM. SANS HAS ALWAYS BEEN DIFFICULT WITH EMOTIONS, AND HES STILL FIGHTING HIS OWN DEMONS."

 

"Papyrus, I don't think Sans wants to leave Cynthia, and we have to respect his decision to stay. You can keep telling him that whatever Cynthia is doing bad, but if he doesn't leave, he's going to stay regardless of what anyone says."

 

"MS. CLAIRE. IF YOU WERE IN A RELATIONSHIP, WOULD YOU WANT YOUR LOVER TO BE ARGUING WITH YOU, CONSTANT ANNOYED AT YOU, INSULTING YOUR BROTHER, TAKING ADVANTAGE OF YOU SEXUALLY? SANS THINKS I DO NOT KNOW. WALLS ARE THIN... SADLY." His face is in a bit of disgust.

 

"No. That's not love at all! I'd run to the hills!" you shout. "Is that what she has been doing?," your voice gets quiet in worry.

 

"YES. AND THAT'S WHY I'VE INVITED YOU HERE. I WANT US TO BE FRIENDS, BUT I ALSO WANT TO HELP ME."

 

"With what? I doubt I'd be much help. He doesn't want to talk to me anymore."

 

"MS. CLAIRE, IT'S FAR FROM THAT! IF ANYONE CAN HELP, IT WOULD BE YOU. HE HAS GROWN A SOFTNESS TOWARDS YOU. SO, I PROPOSE THAT YOU HELP THE GREATEST PAPYRUS, STEAL  'JOHANNA'!"

 

You laugh, imagining Sans in Johanna's dress, gazing down from a window. "Steal Sans, huh?"

 

"LIKE HOW ANTHONY STEALS JOHANNA!", Papyrus shouts.

 

You think for a second. Sans is your friend, even if he doesn't want you to be, and no one should be in his situation. You want him to see he's cared about, loved, and deserves more than being isolated. Your face turns into a smile.

 

"Okay, Pappy. Let's steal back our Johanna."

Chapter 12: Sweet Kin Planets

Notes:

i think this is it for today, i might upload another chapter later if i write some more today but im catching up with my backlog. i do have a lot of plans for angst and stuff but im stuck on a few things

Aster slams on the dining hall table in laughter. "Steal back Johanna? Wait-who's Johanna?"

 

"Johanna is Johanna from Sweeney Todd and in this case, Sans is Johanna trapped by the evil Judge Turpin, who is Cynthia!", you draw a diagram on your notebook holding it up.

 

Aster bursts out even more in laughter as they see your drawings. Papyrus joins you two after visiting the monster food buffet.  "I DO LIKE THESE DRAWINGS, CLAIRE! BUT WHY DOES SANS HAVE THREE ARMS?"

 

You flip it back over. "Oh..there's only supposed to be two, I swear."

 

"Papyrus, I'm interested on how you can lift a human that high in the air," Aster notes to the taller skeleton.

 

"EASY! LOOK!," he gets up walking over to you, as he lifts you up from under your arms. You pout but you don't reject it. You notice Cynthia and Sans walking in and sitting on a booth far away, both of them staring your group down, but you choose to ignore it. They can stay sour all they would like. Papyrus resorts to shaking you back and forth, Aster hollering, "Now throw her up in the air!"

 

"No! No! I can't fly!," you shout back at them, Papyrus and Aster both laughing at you. You all finish your meal and as you go to walk out, you pass by the booth Sans and Cynthia are at. She's looking down at her phone, both in silence. You give a small wave and smile to Sans. He turns his glance away, ignoring you.

 

"Do you guys want to hang out today? There's a mall that opened up a karaoke place with a shit ton of those anime and k-pop songs." Aster stops purposely at the door, side-eyeing, Cynthia.

 

"How wonderful! I would enjoy karaoke."

 

"HUMAN ASTER, WHAT A WONDERFUL SUGGESTION. I SURELY DO WISH MY BROTHER WOULD JOIN US, BUT HE IS BEING TERRIBLY UNREASONABLE RIGHT NOW!" He turns his head to see Cynthia glaring at him evilly. "OH, BROTHER DEAREST! I DID NOT SEE YOU THERE! I WILL SEE YOU LATER AT HOME!" You clap your hands at karaoke, and you guys decide to take Papyrus's sports car per Aster's request.

 

"So fucking annoying. 'How wonderful! Karaoke!'", Cynthia scoffs, mocking you as she returns to her phone. Sans can't help but want to join. "it would be nice for us to do something," he murmurs under his breath.

 

"Nothing to do. We have more fun together, anyways," she winks at him. Sans can't help but sigh. This isn't fun anymore. It never was.

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Papyrus puts you on his shoulders, as you two run around the fountain in the middle of campus, singing some of the silly anime songs you sang last night at karaoke. Aster is skipping around next to Papyrus. Aster plotted you guys perfectly in front of the tree Sans and Cynthia were sitting under.

 

"Sweet kin planets, up and orbiting, amen!~" you sing.

 

"JUST LIKE THIS, THE THREE OF US TO THE END OF THE UNIVERSE!~" Papyrus sings along. Sans gets up, walking away from Cynthia, failing to notice him leaving.

 

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Sans sits on his usual spot on the couch, as he hears Papyru's sports car pull into his driveway, Papyrus skipping into the house. "OH HELLO, BROTHER! I HAD THE MOST SPLENDID DAY WITH MS. CLAIRE AND HUMAN ASTER!"

 

Sans sighs, his face going sour. "paps...you can't keep doing this. i told you to just let claire go. i don't want to ruin my relationship even more."

 

"YOUR RELATIONSHIP IS ALREADY RUINED, BROTHER DEAREST! IF YOU KEEP GOING THIS WAY, YOU WILL SLOWLY RUIN OURS, TOO! YOU ARE LETTING ONE PERSON MANIPULATING YOU INTO MANIPULATING OTHERS. I LOVE MS. CLAIRE! AND THE HUMAN ASTER! I WILL CONTINUE LIVING MY OWN LIFE APART FROM YOURS. I CAN DISAGREE WITH YOU, AND STILL LOVE YOU!" Papyrus disappears into kitchen. Sans teleports to his room, lying on his bed. He's alone, and it hurts.

 

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"He's not caving in, huh?" Aster sighs resting their head in their palm. You sit up straight munching on fries from the buffet. "No, I don't have any ideas. We tried having fun. Bragging. Showing off." You sigh, resting your head on Aster's shoulder.

 

"Is this a confession of love?" they whisper to you. You ponder for a second, "Yes!", jesting to Aster.

 

Aster jumps on the table, the whole dining hall looking at them. "Oh dearest Claire, will you give me the honor of giving thy hand in marriage?" You stand up to courtesy, announcing, "Yes! I shall!"

 

Papyrus flexes in excitement at the hypothetical royal wedding. You two both sit down at the table again. "What more can we do?" you pick at the two's brains.

 

"How about I go pick a fight?" Aster says.

 

"THAT IS NOT A BAD IDEA! IT WOULD GET THAT LAZYBONES GEARS' TURNING!"

 

"Haha, say less."

 

"What if I was really...assertive?" you ask them.

 

"HOW SO?"

 

"What if I kept trying to talk to him and not giving up? I think it would be worth a try."

 

"Good idea. Do that, Claire! I'll go find Sans and pick a fight."

 

Aster runs off, leaving the skeleton and you at the table. She finds the skeleton sleeping against his usual tree, Cynthia next to him. Sans feels Aster's presence as he opens his eyes slowly. "Kick rocks, Tinder whore. Go post something to your OnlyFans, whatever it is you do. Skelly boy and I need to have a one-on-one," Aster chuckles at their comeback.

 

Cynthia face turns red, as she gets up, shouting, "Excuse me? I'm not some fucking prostitute!" Sans stands up, pupils going black. "what did you just say?"

 

"Ohhh, scary. Anyways," Aster's eyes start glowing red. Cynthia takes a step back, as Sans goes into defense mode. He remembers those eyes, from the kid. Pure determination. Pure magic.

 

"I said leave."

 

"cyn. go." She steps back, slowly walking off in what feels like fear. Aster smiles at their accomplishment. "Relax. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm pretty sure Claire would kick my ass."

 

"what do you want, aster?"

 

"How long are you going to keep this up for? To be honest, it's getting old. You see," Aster kicks at the ground with their converses. "I've grown to really like your brother. And Claire...I love her. She's the most kindest, funniest, gentlest girl ever. And I don't like seeing them sad because of your girlfriend."

 

Sans looks down frowning. Aster continues, "Are you really happy? Are you really going to devote your time to Cynthia when you know the truth? Ruin your relationship with your brother? Hurt Claire? Is that really fair to anyone?" Sans opens his mouth but Aster cuts him off.

 

"I don't really care about what you have to say. So don't bother saying anything. Just food for thought." Aster walks away, leaving Sans standing there. He feels terrible. He hates this situation, but hates himself even more.

Chapter 13: No More

Notes:

will post another chapter then im probably gonna do just one a day since previously like i said im almost catching up with back log and I want to be consistent as i can with updating

but i hope u guys enjoy this chapter. i love reading all the comments you guys leave

Aster is right. Sans knows it, and he knows Papyrus is right, too. He's missing out on everything, ruining his relationships, just to be with Cynthia. Why does he keep lying to himself? It's simply the fear that consumes him. Fear of losing the ones he cares about. The kid's not resetting anymore. If someone dies, if Cynthia hurts herself, there's no going back.

 

Yet, the thoughts of you on Papyrus's shoulders, singing together in the sunlight are burned into his pupils. It's all he can see. He desperately wants to leave the darkness, to chase after the people he loves, touched by the beautiful sun. To stand next to the beautiful girl, who blossoms as she walks and smiles.

 

"heh. it's like i never left the underground." He looks up the ceiling, imagining planets orbiting around the sun. It reminds him of you. He closes his eyes, knowing that tomorrow will be another day of following Cynthia around.

 

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The next day you come to class late on purpose. You've decided on no real plan on being assertive but being kind and persistent should be enough. You texted Aster and Papyrus before hand, reminding them of your plan, and they both gave a seal of approval. 

 

You enter in class, and the professor already started the lecture. Aster glances behind their shoulder, as they watch you walk in, almost bursting in laughter. You spot Sans in his usual spot, and you take your seat right next to him. He looks at you confusingly. He desperately needs you, Aster, and Papyrus to stop and stay away. You tap at his hand for his attention, whispering, "Hi, Sans."

 

"claire, what do you want? the lecture already started. i told you-"

 

"Did you know that today is the perfect day for stargazing? You can see the Virgo constellation in the sky. I know Mt. Ebott must be beautiful this time of year."

 

"claire-"

 

"Sh. The professor is talking," you smile at him taking notes. Sans bites his teeth as he tries his best to ignore your presence. But you seem to be persistent, as you sit next to him following every class you two have together.

 

"claire, stop sitting next to me!" Sans shouts in a whisper, as you smile at him and ignore it, spouting random facts about the stuff you and him share in common.

 

"I should rewatch 'The Walking Dead.' Maybe one day I'll come over and get Papyrus in on it, and you can rewatch it with us."

 

"claire, you're not allowed over my house."

 

"Papyrus said it was fine! I'm his friend, too. It's his home, too."

 

"claire, if you keep acting like this-"

 

"Cynthia will get angry? I'm not scared of her. If she's yelling at you and getting angry at you for having a friend, that's something she needs to sort her feelings out on. Papyrus is my best friend, I'm not losing him or you!"

 

"stars, claire, please. it's not your place to get involved. can you just listen to what i say?" he gets up, walking out of class, and you grab your backpack following close behind him. Looking from his back, you realize how shorter you are than him.

 

"Sans, can you teach me more about space and the stars? I've always been interested."

 

"claire, stop following me. i'm meeting up with cynthia now. if she sees you-"

 

"How nice! I will say 'hi' to her!," you see her coming into few, as your voice picks up, "Hi Cynthia!" you wave excitedly at her. Her face comes into view, visibly annoyed.

 

"Jeez, Granny Claire. Don't you know when to just fuck off?" she spits at you.

 

"No! Maybe it's just the Alzheimer's. Forgive me!," you laugh, smiling up at her.

 

"Listen, I get you're like socially inept, but really? Even this is just weird and obsessive. You realize that Sans is my boyfriend? I told him to stay away from you for a reason and you're just proving my point." The thought of come-backing her about her multiple boyfriends that she has crosses your mind, but you wave it off, trying to be nice. 

 

"I am just saying 'hello' to you and Sans. Sans is my friend so I consider you someone important, too." 

 

"I have no fucking interest in any of that. Every time I see you, you piss me off and disgust me. You linger around like a gnat, and I honestly can't stand it. When a woman tells you to stop hanging around their man, you fucking do it. Next time I see you doing this shit, I'm going to more than just shove you on the floor. Sans, let's go," she says demandingly.

 

Sans looks at her, deciding to not interfere. "okay, babe." His desire to defend you is overflowing, but he's tired. He doesn't want to argue today.

 

"Bye, you two! Enjoy your evening!" you smile, waving them goodbye. Cynthia hits you with a dirty glance as they walk away from you.

 

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Sans?" Cynthia screams.

 

"i told her cyn to leave me and paps alone. but paps told her that he wasn't going to listen to me, especially with how you've been treating me. so that's their retaliation, i guess."

 

"Fucking stupid. I didn't do anything wrong to either of them. Just keep trying to avoid her. I don't want you talking to her at all."

 

"i will, cyn."

 

Cynthia scoffs again at the disbelief. You were a stupidly kind and persistent girl, and she hated that about you. She hated the way she insulted you and immediately took action. She hates how beautiful you look, and she hates the way Sans looks at you. Sans is hers, and she needs him. She needs someone really, anyone. And she already has him wrapped around her finger.

 

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Everyday for a week continued like that, until Sans finally reached his limit when he saw you and Papyrus cooking at his home, inside HIS kitchen. So mad, his pupils went black.

 

"SANS, WELCOME HOME! NOW'S NOT THE TIME TO BE UPSET! CLAIRE AND I PREPARED A WONDERFUL DINNER! SHE HAS AMAZING COOKING SKILLS!"

 

"I heard you like burgers. I made one with lots of ketchup for you, no tomatoes. Papyrus told me that's how you liked it." You wipe your hands with a hand towel, stepping down from the stool Papyrus gave you.

 

He stands there in silence for a few minutes, until he murmurs, "enough is enough. you need to leave." He goes to grab your arm, maybe to teleport home, but you move back in response. "I don't want to. I have so much fun here and Papyrus said I could be here."

 

"no. what i SAY, GOES. i told you multiple times to leave me alone. i do my best to respect the wishes of cynthia, because i love her and i want to be with her. you keep intervening and upsetting her and i-"

 

"What am I doing to upset her?" you question him. As far as you know, you have done nothing to threaten her relationship with Sans.

 

"you keep lingering around me and she does not want me around other girls! she wants me to give her all my attention, and i'm okay with that." He murmurs, his voice not matching his words.

 

 

"Are you okay? I think you see the issue with that, Sans. It would be different if we were flirting and I was making her uncomfortable with my words and actions. I have not done anything to do that."

 

"it doesn't fucking matter! what she says goes, i have to listen to her! you, papyrus and aster keep making this harder for me. its ruining my relationship with her even more."

 

"Why?"

 

"because if not she'll yell at me, cry, say i don't love her-"

 

"Why does she yell at you?"

 

"because she doesn't want me to leave her! she doesn't want to be alone!"

 

"Even though she's cheating on you?"

 

"yes! even though she's cheating on me-", he shuts his mouth, going quiet.

 

"Don't you see it now? That's not love." Papyrus rests his hands on your shoulders, looking down, not saying a word.

 

"Sans, if she loved you, she would not seek out men on dating apps. If she loved you, she would not insult and manipulate you, and the people around you. She would not tell you to not be friends with someone. She would be friends with them, too. And she would not call Papyrus 'annoying' and yell at him. She wouldn't threaten me in front of you. And she would not have sex with you to just make you stay."

 

He looks down the floor, his pupils still faded from his eyes. "what do i do then, claire? what if she ups and hurts herself? i still care about her. she's not...she's not doing good at home."

 

You sigh, walking over to Sans. You pull him into a hug, and he returns it back. "Be there, but leave. Support her, but support yourself. You aren't happy, and it's okay to leave a situation that doesn't make you happy. To stand up for what you want, for your happiness. Whatever happens, that is Cynthia's own choice. It's not your fault." Papyrus joins in on the hug.

 

"c-claire...i really loved her. especially in the beginning." He pulls at the sides of your dress, as his head falls, and you see the faint blueness of tears falling down his face. "i-i care about her so much. but i can't do this anymore. i'm not happy. i want to love someone who loves me, who doesn't fight with me... who cares about what i care about."

 

"That's okay, Sans. You deserve all of those things. Take charge, tell her how you feel and what you want. You have so many friends and Papyrus to support you. We are here for you. But you can't keep letting this go on. It hurts us so much."

 

"who's going to be there for cynthia?" he murmurs, tears still falling.

 

"All Of Us, Brother. It Doesn't Mean We Stop Caring. She Needs Support. But You Can't Give It In The Way She Needs," Papyrus voice is soft.

 

"yeah. yeah..." You and Papyrus hug him as you let him cry. You jest, "You really try to act all tough, but you're just a big softie."

 

"heh, im only soft when it comes to love." You lead him to the table, "Eat your burger! I worked hard, you know." You smile, putting your face in your hands. Sans looks down, picking up the burger in his phalanges, he bites into it, feeling the energy surge into his body. You can induce magic into your cooking? Interesting. He takes big bites, knowing he's not a big eater.

 

"it's so good. i can't stop eating." A tear falls down his face.

 

"Eat it! You deserve it." Your smile brightens up something in his SOUL. He'll talk to Cynthia tomorrow. He's ready to move on, and he has you to thank for that.

Chapter 14: If You Love Her

Notes:

love y'all see you tomorrow

if you want to listen to the song that inspired this fic, its called "If You Love Her" by Tokyo Tea Room

Sans calls Cynthia in the morning, meeting her at her house before the day starts. He just wants this over and done with, he wants to move on. As he walks with her, he tries to find a good spot to start the conversation.

 

"Why didn't you teleport us? I don't want to walk." She grumbles as Sans enjoys the spring air.

 

"we have to talk."

 

"What now, Sans?" she's clearly aggravated, and it just gives him more motivation to do what he has to do.

 

"i want to end things with you. truthfully, it's not working between us."

 

She stops, twisting her body to Sans. "Oh, so now you want to leave? Especially after that stupid granny girl has been chasing you around? Found someone new, huh? You're just going to leave me alone to deal with everything by myself?"

 

"ain't about claire, cynthia. look at how you're talking." She puts her head down in shame.

 

"you see it now? all day, everyday, you've been talkin' about my friends, my brother like that. talking to me like that. taking advantage of me and what i can give to you. and it hurts too much. you made me give up my friend and almost fucked up my relationship with my brother," he shoves his hands in his pockets, kicking a rock on the sidewalk. "you know i raised paps. he rarely ever gets upset at me."

 

"You know what. I'm not going to deal with this right now. Meet me after theater club, we'll talk then." She angrily walks away towards the university. Sans sighs, he doesn't want to chase anymore, so he won't. He teleports to the university near the classroom, dreading the talk later, but he has to push through. For himself, Papyrus, and for you.

 

Sans sees you sitting next to Aster, and decides to join in with you two.

 

"Ugh! It's YOU!" Aster scoffs.

 

"shaddya mouth, nerd. i come in peace."

 

You smile at Sans, clapping your hands in joy that he's finally come around. 

 

"i talked with cynthia. we're gonna finish the conversation later but i told her the truth. so hopefully it goes well."

 

"Trust me, Sans. Everything will be okay. You have me, Papyrus and Aster."

 

"Why'd you throw me in there? I was just apart of this to annoy the shit out this guy for almost yeeting me across the classroom."

 

"i can still do that, you know." You laugh at the bickering as they both go back and forth until the professor walks in. 

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You don't let Cynthia stop you from doing your ritual of sitting at theater club. Sans said he'll be meeting her here later.  The debacle happening on stage though, almost feels like prime-time TV.

 

"What the fuck, Professor Sherman?" Cynthia yells.

 

"Cynthia, language. Quite frankly, I have been fed up with your attitude for the couple months, and I have tried to understand, but I cannot turn a blind eye anymore. Your vocals are terrible, your dancing is lazy, you can't remember anything about the script, and you fail to even relate or try to empathize with characters."

 

He turns around, point to you. "I bet that girl who always sits back there can do it better than you!"

 

"H-huh?" you stumble trying to pick up the book you dropped in shock.

 

"Lame ass Claire? That scrawny girl who won't mind her own fucking business?" she scowls at you from the stage.

 

"Is that your name? Claire? Get up here, now." The professor waves you over as you scramble over with your bags. Cynthia looks at you, disgusted.  "Do you like theater, Claire? Musicals and plays, whole nine yards?" Professor Sherman asks.

 

"Yes, I love them!" you think your pupils turned into stars, just like Papyrus.

 

"Get on stage and sing something, anything! I need you to prove my point." Get on stage? You? Sing? He's going to be fucking joking.

 

"I-I..." you stutter. You think quickly, there is no chance better than now! You have done all these amazing things as of late. You KNOW you can do this. You have loved theater almost your whole life. And you know you have the experience.  "Y-yes!," you run up on stage, near the microphone.

 

"Claire, just sing anything. Give Justin your phone and play your favorite song. Cynthia, you sit down or you're out of this damn club. You need to be humbled." Cynthia for some reason doesn't protest, as she stomps down to the fourth row of seats. You think she doesn't want to lose theater, either.

 

You hand Justin your phone. He's a tall, buff but yet soft looking guy with messy brown hair. He gives a thumbs up, as he goes to plug it into the stereo for the stage. You take a deep breath. Life is nothing but chances, and you're tired of not taking them. If you are meant to be apart of theater club, then now is the time to prove it.

 

You begin to sing, "You know it might be luck, two hearts that meet~." Professor Sherman eyes bulge, as you almost laugh. You see Sans, who has popped up next to Cynthia. They seem to be talking. You continue singing.

 

"No reason we should give up~ Make half of me..~"

 

"i know you've been cheating on me for a while now." The pain is written over Cynthia's face. And your voice is so beautiful, it pains her even more.

 

"Turn into someone new, I can't deny~".

 

"I'm sorry, Sans," she whispers. "I didn't mean it. Any of it. But I don't want you to leave. Please. I'll change. I don't want to be alone. I'm...scared."

 

"There's nothing I'd rather do, than be yours tonight~".

 

"i can't anymore, cyn. i've waited for you to change for months now. i loved you, but this is it for me. i will always care for you and support you. i never want you to be alone. but i can't keep giving you all of me. i wish for both of us to be happy, and i can't be happy like this."

 

"If you love her, if you love her~".

 

Cynthia sits there, staring up at you. It hurts. She didn't think it would hurt that much, but she understands. She was terrible to everyone because of her own pain, and she liked it. She knows it's time to let go, as this day was bound to come, no matter how much she thought she would win. But, she's afraid.

 

"Let her melt like butter~."

 

Sans will let Cynthia melt like butter, out of his heart, to be made into something brand new. "I understand," Cynthia gets up. "It's over, then." She begins to walk away. Sans lets her, as he continues to watch you sing.

 

"If you love her...let her melt like butter~." You stop singing, as Professor Sherman is nearly dying at the stage desk. "Claire, no objections. Today is your first day joining the theater club." Sans smiles at you, chin in his palm. Your eyes glow in excitement.

 

"I'm ready to act my ass off, Professor!" you jump up and down, clapping your hands. The rest of the club welcomes you. You run off the stage to Sans.

 

"Sans! Can you believe it?", you hug him, shaking him back and forth. "i certainly can. i did it too, claire. we both achieved some goals today."

 

"I'm so proud of you, Sans." You stop shaking him, smiling at him.

 

"Start reporting to club next week, Claire." The professor winks at you, turning around to lead the rest of the club.

 

"we must celebrate, lil lady. whaddya say about headin' back home? have paps make you a whole meal?" Sans winks at you, taking your hand.

 

"That sounds wonderful! I want him to make me some strawberry shortcake. It's my favorite," you laugh. You close your eyes, and the next thing you know it you're standing in the familiar living room, spending the rest of the night partying with your two favorite skeletons. Aster came too, admittedly excited.

Chapter 15: About Your Dad?

Notes:

you ever get to a point of a fic where ur just like is this even good anyways heres a chapter

Next day at class, Sans sits down with you and Aster. You obviously sat in the middle, making sure the two didn't kill each other.

 

"Listen bud, bucko, pal. The next time you make Claire cry you're going to be double times dead," Aster points at him while leaning over on the desk. Sans has his feet kicked up, worn out converses showing with his hands on the back of his skull.

 

"i wouldn't do that, aster. you'd have too many skeletons in your closet." You snort as you read your book, trying to contain your laughter.

 

"hit the funny bone?" the skeleton chuckles.

 

"N-no, it's not funny," you say between laughter. Aster looks disgusted as you close the book, sitting up straight in your chair.

 

"Claire, you always have good posture. I never seen you slouchin' or doing anything of the sort."

 

"Oh, my mama often made me spend hours sitting up straight, as she said it wasn't proper. It stuck with me for a long time especially when she helped me practice theater."

 

"you used to do theater when you were younger?" Sans questions, wanting to dig a bit more.

 

"Yes, I did. Mama put me in acting classes when I was 12. I did them up until I was 18," you smile.

 

"Your mom seems like kind of a hard ass," Aster notes as they take their textbooks out of their bag. "Hm, maybe so. Mama was always a bit difficult, but she was my best friend," you whisper.

 

"was?", Sans removes his feet off the desk, leaning onto the desk with his arms.

 

"Oh...", your voice grows sad as you stare into his pupils. "Yes. Was." You don't get into more and stop there. Sans notices your sadness, as you pokes at your side, making you recoil, falling into Aster.

 

"Woah, are you confessing your love for me, finally?" Aster chuckles.  You joke, "Yes, my dearest. Take me away."

 

"Don't mess with me, I'll do it. You'll see me running around like that time Papyrus kidnapped you and ran you all over campus."

 

Sans perks up, "lil bro did what now?"

 

"You should have seen it. Papyrus kidnapped Claire on some random day, throwing her over his shoulder and running around campus. Poor thing went limp at some point from trying to escape."

 

"All was well!" you put your hands together. "He made me stew that day!"  Sans chuckles at that thought. He wishes he was there to see it. Class ends fairly quickly as you and Sans move to the next class, kinda happy he doesn't have to share you with Aster.

 

"How are you feeling?," you smile, looking up to him. Sans shoves his hand in his pocket, using his other hand to scratch his skull.

 

"weird. like, a relief is off my shoulders in a way, but it's like a huge part of my life is missing."

 

"That's a given! It was a huge part of your life, so it'll feel that way for a while."

 

"it was my first real relationship, i guess. i had dabbled in the underground but i never really connected with anyone. cyn was the first one."

You tap his shoulder. "First loves are always hard! If you need to hang or talk you can always teleport to me and yank me away." Sans is interested in your history. Did you have any first loves, any boyfriends?

 

"how about you, claire?"

 

"Me?" you blush a bit, putting your head down. "No...I've liked boys here and there, but nothing came out from it. Maybe...some girls, too." You cover your face with your hands, first time ever admitting it.

Sans starts to howling in laughter, holding his gut. "c-claire-" he can't get out his sentence between laughter.

 

"When you like theater, you can't help but like girls!," you jest, starting to spit out in laughter as well. Sans stops after a couple minutes, "phew. that was a hoot. are you coming over today?"

 

"No, sadly. Dad will be home early today. We'll talk more after our classes, the professor's about to start."

 

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You and Sans decide to walk home together, Papyrus being late as he's preparing for a culinary fundraiser making cookies to raise for the program. The spring breeze feels so nice, and you take a second to inhale it all in. Sans looks at you, smiling in content.

 

"can i ask you...about your dad?"

 

You frown at him, taking your glance away from him. "What-what do you want to know?," you kick the rocks on the ground as you walk.

 

"he seems...tough?"

 

"No. He's just sad. When you slowly lose the love of your life, and finally, she disappears into thin air, anyone would be sad. He copes differently, and badly. But I love him, and he's never hurt me. He can just get angry sometimes."

 

"you didn't seem like you wanted to talk about your mom, so i won't ask."

 

"No, thank you for not, though." You change the topic. "Can you take me stargazing one of these days? I want you to show me all the beautiful things in the sky." Sans's SOUL flickers at the thought of stargazing, and even better that someone wanted to do it with him. He smiles brightly at you, more than you've ever seen. "sounds good, lil lady."

 

You approach your house, groaning at the weeds and vines. "I gotta ask Aster about her dad...they said he could help..." Dad stands outside of the door, looking out at you and Sans. He walks down the steps, standing at the gate.

 

"Hi, Dad." You smile at him was you open the gate, walking inside of the yard.

 

"This your friend? One of the skeletons?", he grunts.

 

"yep, that's me. names sans, how's it going, pops?", he puts a hand up to wave.

 

Dad chuckles for the first time in a long time, "Pops? You're a funny lil' guy aren't ya. You better be taking care of my Claire..."

 

"of course, paps would kidnap her if he could. claire is his best friend."

 

You chuckle too, scratching the side of your head. "Claire, invite your friends over this weekend. I wanna see who you've been hangin' out with. Introduce myself."

 

Your eyes light up, "You mean it, Dad? It would be okay?" He grunts, turning back into the house. You chase after him, giddy, as you wave Sans goodbye and giving a thumbs up. He waves you off, teleporting home.

 

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Today is Saturday and you invited all your friends over for tomorrow, so today you and Dad decide to jam in everything that you've been wanting to do for the house, all in one day.  You start with organizing the kitchen, as Dad runs out to get some more supplies. When he comes back, you realize he bought a new rug to place in the living-room floor.

 

"Figured we could use another one. I won't stain this one." Dad focuses on laying down the new rug, as you finish organizing and scrubbing the kitchen down to its last speck of dust. You begin with the living-room after Dad is done moving the furniture around. He takes out an old fabric cleaner that he uses to clean the couch and recliner. You are happy. Happy to see him moving and trying his best to help out.

 

"Thank you, Dad, it means a lot to me that you're helping me do this."

 

He sighs, "I owe you an apology, Claire. You should be mad at me. I neglected ya for too long.. because of what happened with your ma. So I'll try to be more involved. Just want ya to be happy."

 

"Thank you, Dad." You smile at him getting back to work. In a few hours, the place is spotless. And the only issue now is the jungle in your backyard. Dad pulls out the lawnmower, and he sighs automatically before even turning it on.

 

"How'd these damn flowers get here alla sudden?" he grunts, making his attempt to cut it down. He doesn't succeed, throwing the lawnmower back into the shed. "No good, huh?" you can hear the disappointment in your voice.

 

"Nope. It is what it is. Everythin' else looks great." And with that, you are ready for your friends to come over. You spent the rest of your day preparing dips and snacks for tomorrow, although you don't doubt that Papyrus will bring some things as well. Aster had texted you that they would be coming as well, so you knew tomorrow was going to be great.

Chapter 16: Fiona

Notes:

more lore i have pain to come next

Trigger warning: Mentions of PPD, Bipolar Disorder 

 

"Don't go in front of me, you lazy skeleton. I want to be the most attractive and memorable person Claire's dad sees especially for when we get married." Aster adjusts their ponytail and bangs through the glass of the window.

 

Sans side-eyes Aster, "are you into dilfs? and marriage?" He seemed the most annoyed at that. When did Aster call dibs on Claire?

 

"I like women, dumbass. Claire, we're here! Open up," Aster pounds on the door with their fist. You scramble out of the kitchen, apron still on, as you open the door excitedly. "You guys are here! How wonderful! I am so excited. Dad is cleaning up, he'll be downstairs in a few minutes. Come in, come in."

 

"MS. CLAIRE!," Papyrus shouts. "I HAVE BAKED YOUR FAVORITE CAKE AGAIN, AND BROUGHT SOME COOKIES I MADE FOR THE FUNDRAISER!" He sets down the cake and assorted cookies, and you maybe start to drool. You've always had a sweet tooth, but Mama never let you have much when you were growing up.

 

Aster runs up to you as Sans follows behind them. "Claire...in an apron...", they gush over you, Sans lightly blushing at your cute outfit and apron combo.

 

"sup, claire." You smile even more brightly seeing Sans, as you wave at him from the kitchen. He takes a seat onto the couch, chin in his palm, watching the News channel you had on. King Toriel and Asgore pop on the screen, as you, Aster, and Papyrus fall back into the kitchen. You stand as you are still preparing food, and the rest take a seat.

 

"It's Queen Toriel...She looks so soft. What a beautiful woman she is," you can't help but say out loud.

 

"uh-oh, paps. asgore's got a rival. tori would love ya if she ever met ya, claire."

 

"IT'S TRUE! YOU TWO WOULD PROBABLY GET ALONG SO WELL! SHE MAKES AMAZING BUTTERSCOTCH CINNAMON PIE!"

 

"You two know the Queen?" they both can see the excitement in your eyes.

 

"of course, we're all friends. us n' the kid, too. tori adopted them after we got out of the underground. we haven't seen em' in a while though since she got busy. next time i talk to her i'll tell her of your crush," Sans chuckles, winking at you.

 

"Please! Please do!", you shout out happily.

 

Aster tsks, "Robbed by a goat."

 

Dad comes downstairs after a bit of bantering, your eyes open in surprise as he has his best clothes on, and fully shaved off his beard. You clap at him, "You look so nice, Dad!"

 

"It was time to get the ol' beard off." He looks around the room, sitting in his usual recliner. "Name's Joseph. Joe is fine."

 

"nice to formally meet ya, joe."

 

"Aren't you the skeleton pinnin' after my Claire," he jests, as you both start to blush. Aster clenches their fists in their hand. "Beaten by a goat...and a dead guy..."

 

Sans stutters, "oh stars, sir, no. i just got out of a relationship, claire's just a really good friend." You frown a bit in disappointment. You know that, but for some reason hearing him say that makes you feel a bit sad.

 

"No, future Pops. It's me, Aster! I will wed your lovely daughter."

 

"Heh. Good luck with that," he chuckles, sipping a glass of water you put on the table near him, as you smile walking back to the kitchen. Sans, Papyrus, and Aster start asking him lots of questions about you as you finish cooking lunch.

 

"MR. JOE, WHAT MS. CLAIRE LIKE WHEN SHE WAS YOUNGER?" Papyrus inquires, the curiosity sparking in his pupils.

 

"Claire was a quiet kid. Very cute. Always attached to her Mama's hip. Always dancin' around, singing'." He pulls out an album he had prepared before hand. He opens it, passing it out to the three. They huddle together on the couch, looking at your baby pictures.

 

"Look! Look how cute she is!," Aster yells, pointing at the picture of you in your kindergarten outfit on your first day.

 

"HUMAN ASTER, LOOK AT THIS ONE! CLAIRE IN A LION COSTUME ON STAGE!" Papyrus points at another one.

 

"Heh. That was when Claire's ma got her into acting class. She loved it. Never missed a day." You listen to the conversation as you smile, close to finishing up.

 

Sans points to a particular one, a picture of you and Mama that Dad forgot to take out. "who's this?" Sans asks. It's a photo of you from high-school, sitting next to Mama on the couch they are sitting on. Your smile fades, but you don't intervene. Whatever Dad will say, you want them to hear it.

 

"That's Fi. Fiona. Claire's mama."

 

"the resemblance is amazing...so beautiful," he murmurs, brushing his phalanges over the photo.

 

"Fi disappeared when Claire graduated high school. Broke us for a while."

 

"Can We Ask What Happened, Mr. Joseph?", Papyrus asks quietly.

 

"Claire, is' okay?" he looks over, grunting a bit. You nod with your body turned away from them, as you try to focus on finishing the food.

 

"Fiona was always strugglin'. Something with her mind. Doctor's said she had Postpartum Depression, and was bipolar. Claire spent a lot of her childhood carin' for her mama, especially when she was in her down periods. Claire never left her bedside, feedin' her, gettin' her into showers. When she was up and going, she did everythin' with her. Musicals and theater, actin'."

 

"Fi was hard on Claire, sometimes. Posture, etiquette, discipline. But Claire loved her mama. So when she left, it broke her."

 

"Do you know how she disappeared, Joe?" Aster's face is sad. You were so strong. They admired that.

 

"Fi walked out when Claire was out. Part of the reason why the girl never went out for the past few years apart from school. Couldn't find her. I don't think Fi is dead, but she probably had an episode and is tryin' to sort it out. She's done it before. But this is the longest she's been gone for. I don't think she's comin' back this time."

 

"Geez, Dad! You're talking like I'm a hermit. The foods ready, everyone. I set it up buffet style so take what you would like." You walk over into the living room, taking off the apron. Aster jumps up running to the kitchen, Papyrus racing them there. Sans hands the album back to your dad.

 

"you look just like her, claire."

 

"We are very similar," you chuckle. "Go ahead and eat!" You wave him off. As everyone is getting food, you and Dad chat quietly. You lean against the arm of the recliner.

 

"You made a good group of friends, Claire."

 

"I have, haven't I? They make me happy."

 

Papyrus takes a bite into the food on his plate. It's like electricity in his body. He looks at you, then back to his plate, "BROTHER!"

 

Sans chuckles, "now you finally notice, paps?"

 

"SHE'S FULL OF MAGIC!" he tries not to shout.

 

"CLAIRE! EVERYTHING TASTES SO GOOD!" Aster shouts from the kitchen.

 

"Heh. That's my daughter for ya. Now you know why I got this gut," Joe chuckles. When everyone finishes up eating, Aster pushes into going to see your room. You lead everyone upstairs, "It's really not anything special. Just a lot of posters and whatnot." When you approach your door, you throw it open, Aster gasping.

 

"Everything is black! What the hell?" they shout. Everyone shoves themselves in, seeing horror movie posters mixed in with theater, black walls, furniture, a frilly black comforter. "this is...confusing?" Sans scratches his skull. Papyrus's face is in horror staring at all the horror movie posters, but everything is neat and in its right place, so he doesn't complain.

 

Aster pulls Sans's head in, "Aren't girls supposed to like pink? Or something?"

 

"that's what i thought..especially with claire?"

 

"I can hear you guys." You frown, "I do not like pink! I've always liked dark colors. Black is my favorite." You sit on your bed, Aster jumping next to you, throwing their arms around you.

 

"YOU TWO SHOULD SEE MY BROTHERS ROOM! THERE'S A WHOLE TORNADO IN THERE!"

 

"no..." he lies.

 

"BROTHER. I HAVE THE PHOTOS."

 

"well...delete them." You and Aster start laughing. You  feel so happy, it's like something wants to burst out of your chest. You spend the rest of the day with everyone, laughing and playing some board games you had set out. Time files, and it's time for the group to leave. Papyrus has to practically drag Aster away. They have grown very attached to you, and it warms your heart a little bit.

 

 

You walk Sans down outside. "today i saw a very unexpected side to you," he chuckles, taking his hands out of his pockets.

 

"It makes me really happy you came. I hope today made you feel a bit better." You smile at him, as he takes your hands within his.

 

"you've been doin' so much for me, claire. today made me...really happy. i hope we can keep doing this." You look at his pupils, his face, the way he smiles, and your heart skips a beat. The vines shrink, as blue roses form in the yard. Sans watches it from behind you, and he can't help but think how oblivious you are.

 

"aren't you a happy lil lady?" he laughs, looking into your eyes. You want to protest, but you keep staring at him, looking at his face and hands. He's so beautiful, bones and all. "You're so handsome," you murmur. Sans can't help the blue flowing across his face. "Goodnight, Sans." You smile, letting go of his hands, walking back upstairs. Sans stumbles across the yard, getting into the car, as Aster stares him down. 

 

"Why are you acting like a virgin?" they spit out.

 

"fucking hell, aster."

 

"WHAT'S A 'VIRGIN'?" Papyrus shouts from the drivers seat.

 

"oh, stars," Sans groans.

 

"You see, Paps, a virgin is someone-"

 

"don't teach him that shit!"

Chapter 17: Jaw-tastic

Notes:

hi everyone, i'll upload another chapter later. not gonna lie i do feel a bit unmotivated bc i saw some comments on another fic i did that made me sad :c so i might take a pause on updating until i feel better about my writing

Trigger warning: Mentions of Abuse, Creepy Step-Dads

 

You enter back into the house, closing the door softly, sitting back on the couch near Dad. "I'm sorry I lied to your friends, Claire. I figured ya didn't want them to know. But you'll have to do that on your own, Claire. Tell em' the real reason why your mama left."

 

You smile sadly, looking down at your hands. "There's no need to scare them, Dad. I don't really think about it often. Besides, that's what we tell everyone anyways, that she walked out. She technically did."

 

"I know you love your mama, Claire. She was hurtin' you for a real long time when I wasn't at home. I've been in denial about it for a long time. She got so depressed when I caught her. Told her to never touch you again or she's done. How didn't I notice my wife was abusin' my daughter?" He rubs his face with his hand.

 

"I told you, I'm okay-"

 

"You dressed all weird and rarely went outside for a long time, Claire. Maybe you feel okay now, but what you went through was painful. It's okay to be sad about that, to be hurtin'."

 

"I'm okay. I'm not scared anymore, and I forgive Mama. She's my mother. I could never hate her."

 

He grunts, turning the TV off of mute. "You're better than me, Claire. Too kind for your own good." You go back upstairs to your room, cleaning up the remaining games and everything the group left out. When you sit on your bed, you rub at your arms and legs, looking at them. No bruises. You're safe. Your phone buzzes, so you reach and take it out of your pocket.

 

Sans: whadda skeleton gotta do to get a buffet every night from a lil lady named claire?

 

You: Just be my friend 😸 Maybe buy the groceries

 

Sans: i could do that. once again thanks for everything today. paps had a great time, and i had a great time hanging out with a beautiful lady

 

You: Payback... for earlier....

 

Sans: stargazin' soon? paps also wants you to meet the rest of the gang

 

You: Yes! And the gang? 🙀

 

Sans: yep, im sure he told you about undyne, but theres also dyne's girlfriend, alphys, who i used to work with, toriel, asgore, frisk and.... flowey.

 

You: Papyrus told me about the flower Flowey.

 

Sans: heh. he's a piece of work but the kid refuses to leave him alone. i wonder what he'll say about you when you meet him. hes got a nasty mouth on him.

 

You: I would love to meet everyone.

I have to sleep now since tomorrow is my first day at theater. But after, I'll come over and we can plan.

 

Sans: sounds good. gn, pretty lady

 

You blush throwing the phone down. Beautiful, pretty lady?  What a terrible skeleton! You can't help but think about how handsome he is, and the feel of his bone-hands in yours. Your heart skips a beat again.

 

"Definitely a crush," you scream into your pillow. You force yourself to sleep knowing you have somewhat of a big day tomorrow. You wonder how Cynthia is doing. Even though she was mean to you, it's hard losing a partner. Whatever happened to her that made her do a 180 must still be bothering her, too. You fall asleep quickly, wishing for her happiness and healing.

 

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Cynthia can't stand the screaming voices inside of this damn house. She desperately wishes she could escape, in any type of way. Maybe put on her headphones, but she needs to stay vigilant, in case Jeff is stomping up the stairs.

 

Jeff moved in a few months ago, a decision that obviously she had no say or opinion on. Jeff and her mother, Jules, were dating for a while now, and quite frankly, Cynthia never liked him. She used to say to Sans she swore he was on FBI watchlists. She remembers how he used to laugh at her jokes, before she had lost the will to even smile. If Jeff was on a FBI watchlist, you can assume how he would act. He was scummy, always staring at Cynthia. Sometimes, he would try to enter in her room at night, or when she showering. However, she never failed to lock the door, she had always made sure every time.

 

As soon as Jules caught wind of Jeff trying to make surprise trips to her room, Jules wouldn't stand for it. Not in the way that anyone would think, though. Jules was angry at Cynthia. Jeff was hers after all. She had already given up everything for her daughter, and now she was trying to steal the only thing that made her feel like a woman. So, Jules had begun her own abuse. Whenever she could, she would insult Cynthia, her body, her outfits. The fact that she was dating a monster. Jeff took advantage of that, too. She has protected herself for long now, but soon her luck would run out. Just one fuck up and it's over.

 

She could have stayed with Sans. Moved out with him, and they probably would have been happy. The happiest. However, humans don't work like monsters do. The thought of SOUL-bonding and being bound to someone for eternity was...terrifying. Sans never pushed it though, but maybe that fear was what caused her to push him away.

 

Cynthia was trapped in a cage, too. The only way she felt better was talking to those men online, because they offered her money, an escape, shelter. But she never took any of those offers. She knows she can't have double standards. She can't want love but not want a forever, long lasting relationship. The quickness of the attention from random men and a dream was more fulfilling than anything. That's when she knew she was broken.

 

Sans left her. It's whatever, she thinks. Yet she can't stop herself from crying.

 

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You stand on the stage with a bunch of the members of the theater club. Cynthia is here, but she steers away from the other side, sitting on a chair from a set by herself, staring off into space. You introduce yourself, Justin seeming excited to have you on board and to see you again.

 

"Now that everyone is acquainted with Claire, let's talk about the Summer Ebott Fest coming up at the end August...so you know what that means." Professor Sherman leans in his chair. The rest of the theater club groans.

 

"Yeah, yeah. We have six months and some days to prepare a script and performance for the Fest. So, we gotta come up with an idea-preferably today."

 

"But nothing is new or exciting. We've been doing the same things all over again," a theater member whines.

 

You stand there, trying to think of an idea. What songs do you like and would want to perform? A lightbulb forms above your head.

 

"How about Epic? It has never been brought to stage before, but the music is beautiful. It will be a big project though, but a decent amount of time for a play."

 

"Great idea, Claire!," Justin taps your shoulder. Cynthia shifts in her chair, looking away.

 

"It will surely be ambiguous. I can start working on a script, as everyone can practice songs and choreography."

 

"Most of Epic is already music. So not much would need to be written but simple things here in there to lead the story on. I doubt it would take much time, Professor," another club member chimes in.

 

"Then, I think it's decided. Since Claire recommended it, I'll put her to the test. You said you took acting classes, so you'll get to play Penelope. Do your best." Your mouth drops as everyone else disperses to discuss their roles with Professor.

 

How the hell are you going to even manage the vocals at the end of "Would You Fall In Love With Me Again?"

 

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Your mouth is still open and your eyes blank as Sans teleports in front of you at the entrance to the university.  "earth to claire." You jump at the sound of his voice.

 

"Ah. When did you get here?"

 

"two seconds ago. you said you were coming over today so i thought i would make things easier...um."

 

"claire?"

 

"He wants me to play...Penelope...in the festival play..." you manage to get out, still in shock.

 

"that's jaw-tastic."

 

"That was terrible."

 

Sans chuckles as he takes your hand. "you gotta tell me more about this penelope, but aint it great you got your first role?"

 

"It's amazing but Penelope's songs have crazy range! Especially the last song in the saga! Oh, jeez. I got to do vocal training...Oh, no! I haven't practiced acting in like...three years!", you start to panic as Sans rub's your palm with his thumb.

 

"you're gonna be good, claire. lets go tell paps the good news." And within a moment, you two are gone from the entrance. Cynthia sits there staring at the empty space you two were at. She doesn't know why she decided to stand there and watch. She doesn't know why she's crying. Maybe it's out of anger. Jealousy? She doesn't know, all she knows is how happy you two looked just to be talking with each other.

Chapter 18: She Loved Him

Notes:

thats it for now guys, enjoy your day :)

The next day at theater club, the professor gets everyones roles into order. Sarah was given the role of Athena. Cynthia, to her dismay, was casted as Circe, and she can't help but feel like the Professor was throwing a jab at her. Justin was casted as Odysseus, the other theater club members filling the other minor roles in the musical. Luckily for you, as Penelope, you don't get much stage time besides from three songs, which is a perfect start for you acting on stage for the first time. Justin will be carrying most of the show and brunt work, but you have no doubt he will do an amazing job.

 

"Looks like we are husband and wife, now!" Justin chuckles as he taps your shoulder.

 

"I suppose so. I'm glad to be working with you."

 

The professor claps his hands together, "Okay everyone, listen up. To give a brief summary, Epic is about the tale of Odysseus from obviously the Odyssey. The musical has a very modern twist to it, most of it centered on music as its main form of storytelling. There is war, bloodshed, romance, the whole nine yards. We will practice the songs in order starting from next week, so everyone must get their singing voices together. This one is going to be a tough one. We will start getting props and sets planned out next week as well so we can get to work as soon as possible."

 

You look around the stage and Cynthia has seemingly disappeared. Everyone disburses for the day, but you take a moment after to really relish in the moment. You never imagined having the opportunity or bravery to stand up here. You are so nervous but extremely happy. You go to backstage to grab your bag and sweater, but as you do, you stop to the sound of crying.

 

You grow worried as you follow the soft cries to a dressing room, slowly peaking in the gap of the curtain. "Cynthia?" you whisper as you look down at her, sitting on the floor, back against the mirror.

 

"Fucking hell...Go away, Claire," she murmurs under her sobs. You tear open the curtain as you lean down in front of her. "I'm here, Cynthia. Even if you don't like me."

 

"I fucking hate you. You're everywhere now. I can't stand it!" she starts to shout, and you flinch a little out the sudden loudness. You move a bit closer to her. "Why do you hate me?", you really can't help but wonder.

 

"Little miss perfect. So kind, so dainty, so frail and beautiful. It's annoying. It's so fucking annoying. You're everything I can't be. Whatever I was before is gone. Sans is gone now, too" Her sobs pick up, as she hides her face in her knees.

 

"I'm far from perfect, you know. There's things that I can't do, too. But you know, Cynthia? Whoever you were before, I believe YOU are still there. Otherwise, you wouldn't be crying here, crying over a silly skeleton, or wishing to be someone else. It's only just proof that you want to change."

 

"I see how happy he looks with you," she sighs. "And I...I feel so bad. I feel so bad for hurting everyone because I was hurting."

 

You get in closer to sit next to her. "Get away from me...ugly," she whispers, yet oddly enough, not protesting or pushing you away.

 

"Definitely not the honest type," you chuckle. "Cynthia, if you can...tell me what's going on. You used to be so happy, so vibrant. What changed?"

 

She picks her head up, turning her face towards you. You take a pack of old tissues from your bag and wipe away the tears from her face. She surprisingly does not curse you out, and you take that as a win so far. You take a moment to really look at her, and you think about how beautiful is. Her wavy blonde hair, blue eyes, maybe even more beautiful with tears, and the lightly dotted freckles on her face. 

 

"My mom's boyfriend Jeff...I swear he's a creep. I can't be alone with him in the house. I'm so scared of him, and my mom thinks I'm doing it on purpose. Everyday when I get home, she threatens and insults me. Saying I'm trying to fuck her boyfriend, I'm a dirty whore. The whole nine yards." You frown at the thought of that, because it reminds you of you in a way.

 

"Eventually I just started to hate everything around me. Probably because I just hated myself. I had to take it out on others to feel better." She's not that difficult to understand when she finally fesses up.

 

"But...You had Sans. He would've definitely let you stay with him. But you cheated."

 

She scoffs, "I did. You didn't have to bring it up."

 

"Why, Cynthia? You loved him so much."

 

"Do you know how monsters love?" You shake your head in response.

 

"Soulmate concept. When a monster meets someone who they connect with, they gravitate to each other. Waves of emotions, self-discovery. It's almost euphoric," she has a small smile on her face, almost nostalgic.

 

"It applies for humans, too. You have to hit a core moment before you really feel it. Everyone all around you, all at once. That wasn't the part that scared me, though. Monsters don't date just to fuck around. They date to spend forever with someone. Sharing their whole body and SOUL with another person."

 

"Soul?" your face looks confused. "Ask Sans later, he'll explain it," she cuts short.

 

"You bond yourself to them. And...as much as I loved him, I hated the thought of spending forever with someone. It scared me...because I knew that I wasn't meant for that. I wanted to be free, forever. But, fuck," she starts to cry again. "I loved that goofy fucker. It's better off to say 'goodbye'. Can't fix what I did, and I have no plans to."

 

Opposite from Cynthia, you die from the thought of loving someone with your whole existence, being apart of them forever. If you loved someone, you would want it to feel like that. Knowing they love you enough to be yours forever. Knowing you'll be theirs forever. It made you feel safe.

 

"You know, Cynthia. The reason why I dressed so poorly and neglected myself for a long time was because of my mom, too."

 

She rubs her eyes. "Hah, you got trauma? Hard to believe."

 

You sigh, this is your first time telling anyone this, and it's Cynthia. It's okay, though. Somehow, you think it's worth it. "My Mama...when Dad was at work, she would hit me. Like the real bad kind of hitting. Especially when I didn't do something right at acting classes, my posture was poor, or when I dressed in a way that she didn't want me to dress in. Worst of all, mainly when she just wasn't feeling good about herself, which was all the time. She forced me to wear long skirts and baggy things so Dad never noticed what was going on. No one noticed."

 

"Did anyone find out?," she looks sad for you. She finally realizes that despite you two being polar opposites, you are somehow similar.

 

"One day, Dad came home super early. Mom was out of the house, and I was in the shower trying to burn off whatever pain the bruises were giving off. I think I feel passed out at some point because of the pain and the heat, because Dad busted down the door and dragged me out. He was surely traumatized. He threatened my mama to stop, and she got super depressed. Sooner or later, she just disappeared. Dad became very disconnected, and I just couldn't knock the habit of dressing weirdly and staying away from others. I took a year off a school and came here after I felt better, but I was still scared. Scared of people knowing what happened to me. Scared of trusting others. Scared that they would betray me like Mama, who was supposed to be my mother, and my best friend."

 

"Fucking Christ, we both been through the wringer," she chuckles. You also give a small laugh in return.

 

"Cynthia, you are beautiful and so talented in your own ways. As am I. We are both uniquely us, and I see the good in you, and I believe in you. Even if you think no one does, and you're alone, just think of the people who care about you. I care about you."

 

Cynthia smiles, genuinely and gently for the first time in a long time. "Thank you, Claire. Take care of Sans for me. He really likes you, you know."

 

"M-me? No! I'm just a friend!," you panic.

 

"For now, but I see how he looks at you. Those sweet gentle eyes. He's a real trip. Good luck with him," she nudges you, laughing.

 

"Jeez...Come on, get up. I'm going to treat you to one of those silly expensive smoothies in the cafeteria." You get up, gesturing your hands out to her.

 

"You'd do that for me?" she asks, with too much doubt and disbelief in her voice.

 

"Of course. After me telling my dark secret, we have to be friends now. I have to bribe you to keep my secret," you laugh as you pull her up. She grabs her bag from outside of the dressing room, as you two walk out of the auditorium.

 

"I'm not that evil, you know...," she murmurs.

 

"I know that," you give her a bright smile. "I just needed an excuse to be your friend."

 

"So stupid."

 

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Aster sends a picture into the group chat of you and Cynthia at one of the tables in the dining hall, patting her back as she cries over a smoothie. You had already departed with Cynthia, snug as a bug in your bed.

 

Aster: Well well well...

 

sans: claire a fucking miracle worker?

 

Pappy: HOW WONDERFUL! MS. CLAIRE HAS SUCCESSFULLY PACIFIED MS. CYNTHIA!

 

You: We are friends :) She enjoyed her smoothie. Called me stupid a few times

 

Aster: I am so sad, Claire. I am crying, please heal me with your gentle touch

 

You: (｀_´)ゞ

 

You receive a private text from Sans, shortly after.

 

sans: thank you, claire.

 

You: No, thank you!

 

 

Sleep finds you easy, as it comes better for Sans. He can rest easy now, knowing that Cynthia has a taken a great step forward.

Chapter 19: Full Of Vines

Notes:

hi, i will be updating a bit less because im trying to write more but i'm feeling better, enjoy

Cynthia follows you around most of theater club time for the next couple days. It melts your kind heart, so you let her. Justin isn't here today, so you take his place so she can practice some of her songs as Circe. "Circe is a witch who turns men into pigs...Then tries to get Odysseus to cheat on Penelope in exchange for help..." she clenches her teeth. "Professor definitely did that on purpose."

 

"I wouldn't think much of it. It's a role that you might be able to relate to in a sense, but you and I know both know it's not like that," you try your best to reassure her.

 

"She's a master manipulator. Kinda everything I was, and it's really putting shit in perspective for me.." she sighs.

 

"You did do what you did, in attempt to feel better. Yes, I do think you should hold yourself accountable, but unlike Circe, you know what you are did is wrong and want to change. That's what is most important!", you smile at Cynthia, and she whips her head away.

 

"You're dumb." At least she says it with a soft smile. "Will you sing Odysseus for me? I want to practice 'Puppeteer.'"

 

"Of course! I will sing Eurylochus as well."

 

You sing with each other for the next few hours until the club ends. Cynthia seems a bit more motivated now that the tension has lifted from the air. You wave 'goodbye' to her in front of the entrance to the university. You feel like it's a crime to let her go back home, and you wish there was something you could do to help her. You turn to walk away, until Sans teleports in front of you, ramming your head into his skull.

 

"ouch..." he rubs his forehead with his palm. There's a big red blotch on your forehead.

 

"Don't pop in with no warning! Now look what happened," you hiss in pain as you rub the bump with your finger.

 

"sorry, sorry... just tryna see if you wanted to come over. something cool is gonna happen in about an hour."

 

"Something cool? How exciting!", you grab his hand, you both slightly blushing. "I am ready for teleporting!" Sans chuckles, savoring the moment of holding your hand for a few seconds before he has to let go. When you open your eyes, you find yourself inside of the familiar living-room and take your place on the comfy couch.

 

"MS. CLAIRE! EXCELLENT TO SEE YOU HERE! I CANNOT WAIT FOR YOU TO BE EXTREMELY SURPRISED!" Papyrus shouts as he runs over from the kitchen in his apron. You fiddle with the remote for the TV, trying to put on a Netflix movie. "I don't know what it is, but I'm already excited."

 

"give it about another hour. i promise you it'll be good." Sans chuckles, sitting close next to you, his leg touching yours. You blush a bit, and you don't move. You want him to stay exactly where he is. "whaddya gonna put on?" he watches you as you flip through the movie section.

 

"Hm. This zombie movie looks fun. It's a Korean movie called #Alive." You press play, and it wasn't even five minutes in until you were completely glued to the screen. "I love zombie movies. The Korean movie industry really does it so good..." you whisper, not prying your attention off the movie.

 

"y'know claire, you can sit back and relax if you want. you don't have to be sitting so straight."

 

"Can I?" you grow in worry. Thoughts and worries of your mother flow into your brain. But...you're safe here. You can relax with no judgement. You lay back on the couch, your shoulder touching with Sans, glued close to each other. You sigh, feeling the relief flow off your back as you enjoy the movie.

 

After an hour in, Papyrus starts to shout. "OH! IT'S TIME!", he looks outside, as he starts to do squats at the door. You stand up running next to him, until there's a knock at the door. You get all giddy, as Papyrus throws it open. Sans is smiling behind you with his hands in his pocket.

 

Your eyes widen and you see her! In all her glory, Queen Toriel Dreemur! Followed by her, is a child that somehow is past your small height, but you cannot be bothered by height comparisons and jealousy. 

 

"T-T-T..." You stutter.

 

Papyrus takes the initiative, "HELLO, QUEEN TORIEL! HOW WONDERFUL IT IS TO SEE YOU AND FRISK TODAY!" You stand in the doorway, stuttering like Spongebob.

 

"Oh dear, I apologize for running so late. I was trying to come up with a good time pun but I ran out of time!", Toriel kicks up. Her regal aura fills the air and chokes you even more, as you continue stuttering like SpongeBob until Sans puts his hands on your shoulders. "Oh! Who is this?" she looks at you with a smile, and you almost fall to the floor. The kid runs around Toriel and straight towards Papyrus, while carrying a flower pot in their hands, but you're too stunned by Toriel to notice.

 

"good to see ya, tori. this stuttering mess of a girl here is the one i texted ya about."

 

Toriel's eyes seem to start beaming as looks down to you, "My first fan! It is so wonderful to meet you."

 

"My-my name is C-Claire!," you finally manage to get out in a shout. "Queen Toriel! I've watched you so much on the news and I've been dying to meet you for so, so, so long! Every time I see you, I always think about how beautiful and eloquent you are and how amazing you lead your people and-" You can't seem to stop yourself, and you finally stop when she kneels down, pulling you into a hug.

 

"Oh dear child, you've said more than enough. I am truly the happiest that you consider me a role model. I am very glad to meet you. Frisk, dear! Come over here and greet the skeleton brothers' new friend."

 

The kid runs over, pot in their hands. You finally break out of your trance as you smile at the child (although they are a couple inches taller than you).

 

"Hi, Claire! Papyrus has texted me so much about you! My name is Frisk," they say, adjusting the flower pot in their hand. "And this is...Flowey." Frisk sets the flower down on the coffee table.

 

"ey, kid. you're gonna get dirt everywhere."

 

"Shut up, you dirty comedian skeleton!," the flower hisses. You stare at it in awe as you crouch down towards the table to look at it. "How amazing! So wonderful! A talking flower!" you proclaim.

 

"Cool, right? Flowey is my good friend, although not very jolly," Frisk lets out a small chuckle, standing next to you.

 

"It is so nice to meet all of you. I've been so excited to finally get to know you all. I have yet to meet Alphys and Undyne."

 

Frisk smiles at you, "They both are super sweet! Although...you might be Undyne's next prey. Undyne likes to body-build people who are weak, and as soon as she sees you, it's game over." You sigh, imaging the fish woman and what she might look like.

 

"How nice it is to meet ME? ME? What an idiot you are! IN THIS WORLD-" Toriel hushes the flower before it can finish.

 

"Now, child! What did I say about those nasty words?" she spikes, Flowey grunting and obeying. "I will come back to you later, Ms. Claire. Frisk, how about you get to know Ms. Claire as I go talk to Papyrus?" Frisk nods as you both decide to take a seat on the couch.

 

You sit there with a large smile on your face, looking extremely content. "What a beautiful day it is today!"

 

"you got to finally meet tori. you know kid, this one over here has a big fat crush on your mom. been droolin' over her for a while now." Frisk laughs.

 

"I remember that one time in the Ruins that I flirted with her then called her Mom afterwards. She still can't get over it to this day." Frisk slaps their knees. Brown short hair, the famous stripped shirt and shorts. They look exactly the same on TV, and you find it so fascinating.

 

"how ol' are you now, kid?"

 

"14! I'm in middle school now, but I haven't gone. Mom and I have been bouncing around with ambassador stuff, which is fine for me for now."

 

"Ugh! Everyday is so ANNOYING! Fighting for monster rights! At that point, just plant me in some landfill or dumpster!" the flower spits out.

 

"trust me, it would be a skeleton's greatest honor," Sans's eye twitches as he leans towards Flowey.

 

"TRY ME!", Flowey knocks forward almost falling off the table until you catch him. You set him on top of your knees, not minding the dirt. "You're such a cute flower, Flowey. It has been great to meet you, and I look forward to becoming your friend." You smile at him, his face going blank.

 

"This is why I hate kind SOULS. You people...aggravate me." He gets quiet, as you are curious to what he said.

 

"Kind SOULS?"

 

"Jeez, Uncle Sans! You didn't even tell her about SOULs or anything?", Frisk drops their hands down.

 

"forgot. m' bad," he scratches his skull with his phalanges, looking back down at the flower. What a fucking trip this guy is! Sans wanted to learn about your SOUL on his own time. He blushes, putting his face in his palms. On his own time...even he doesn't know what he means by that.

 

Flowey stares at you for a little bit longer. You watch him as he looks at what he can see of you, squinting at your chest. You can't help but wonder what the hell is there that he's looking at. After a while, his face warps kind of evilly.

 

"How INTERESTING! You're just like me! Empty, and full of vines, all in your insides."

 

"alright that's enough, too much stimulation from you today." Sans gets up, with Flowey, putting him inside the kitchen with Toriel and Papyrus. That should be punishment enough for the flower. "what a guy, i don't know how you deal with him," Sans groans, walking back to the couch.

 

"He's my friend! Just a difficult guy with difficult secrets," Frisk retorts.

 

"Empty and full of vines, huh?" you grumble underneath your breath.

 

"Don't take anything you he says seriously, Ms. Claire!," Frisk reassures you, but still...What the flower says concerns you, and you can't help but have a gut feeling that it might be something bad. You snap out of your mind as your phone rings, and you see Dad's familiar face when you pull it out of your pocket. "Oh, one second." You get up to take the call away from the couch.

 

"Hi, Dad."

 

"Claire? Where are you right now?" he sounds disgruntled.

 

"I'm at Sans and Papyrus's, what's wrong?" you say concerned.

 

"Listen... Don't panic, ok? Fi just showed up at the house. Your mama is back. Can you just...can you just stay at their house for tonight? I'll talk to you in the morning, but uh, you should just stay safe for tonight. Let me handle this, Claire."

 

Your face turns into fear, the atmosphere feeling sour. You were having such an amazing time tonight, and your whole world just did a 180. You whisper trying to not let the others hear, "Dad, I should be there. Let me talk to her..." You say that, but you honestly don't want to. You love your mother, but you know...you just know how this is going to turn out. Yet, you still strive to be kind and understanding to her.

 

"Claire, I don't-"

 

"Please. I don't want her to get worse."

 

He grunts, "Okay, Claire. But, not tonight. Stay there for tonight. Let me get her to calm down a bit. If she sees you, there's no knowing how she might react. I'll reassess and talk with you in the morning."

 

"Thank you," you whisper, throwing your hand down from your ear. You stand there for a moment, Sans approaching you and putting his hand on your shoulder.  "claire? what's up?" you can hear the concern wrapped in his voice. Now, all those acting classes will come into handy. You have to act your ass off to not worry anyone. To not cry.

 

You turn around and smile, "Wonderful news! Dad said I can sleepover tonight. I should go tell Papyrus," you turn around, heading towards the kitchen, shoving your phone back into your pocket. As you start to walk, Sans grabs you by your arm.

 

"you're not telling the truth, are you?" Frisk stares at the two of you in worry.

 

You smile, moving his hand off your arm. "Sans, Dad said I can sleepover tonight, because it's already late. I told him about Frisk and Toriel, and he said to enjoy myself. Nothing is wrong!" You walk away into the kitchen, letting know Papyrus the good news.

 

"Uncle Sans...you could feel it, too? The shift of magic in the air?", Frisk whispers to him, as he sits back on the couch. "thats the first time it ever happened, maybe because... it's the first time she's ever felt almost...threatened? not even when my ex girlfriend shoved her down did she feel scared or upset. but the sudden change in the magic atmosphere, i can tell. something happened."

 

"Ex-girlfriend! Wow...", Frisk chuckles. "Do you know what she can do yet?"

 

"not much. it seems like through her emotions it affects the environment around her. hard to explain. for example, when she's happy, flowers grow around her, grass grows. when she's sad, vines grow with throws depending on how extensive it is. and she has the ability to cook with magic."

 

"And she hasn't noticed a thing?" Frisk gasps.

 

"nope, kid. completely oblivious, but shes powerful."

 

"That's why Flowey said empty and filled with vines. But listen, you can't be telling her anything. You know the rules. She's gotta figure it out for herself. If you tell her, a disaster is gonna happen, and Mom's gonna be maddddddd. I don't want her to be shoved into the magic training center, either! You wouldn't hear or see her for months!," Frisk shouts in a whisper.

 

"yeah, kiddo. but its a ticking time bomb. its gonna go bad either way. and i have a bad feeling about this." Frisk chuckles, "Don't worry. I'll give her a little hint for ya." You reenter the room after chatting with Toriel for a bit, even exchanging numbers. Not acting this time, your face is in pure bliss as you sit back on the couch. Toriel has Flowey in her hand, as she gestures to Frisk. "Come on now, child. Let's head home to eat dinner."

 

Frisk lets out an 'aw', as they get up from the couch giving everyone, including you a hug. As Frisk gives you a hug, you hear them whisper, "Let yourself blossom." You look at them but before you can say anything, they are already out the door.

 

The night continues on, as you stare at the TV. Mama is home. And you can't stop thinking about what Frisk and Flowey said. Full of vines... let yourself blossom. You try to think, but you can't come to an answer. You fall asleep on the couch eventually, Sans right next to you. And he doesn't dare to leave your side.

Chapter 20: Sans Stealing His Johanna

Notes:

a long chappy

i recommend listening for to the song to get an idea of what it sounds like. i fell in love with it and i thought it would be such a good fit to add in my writing

anyways enjoy (pls ignore grammar mistakes as always i have a hard time proofreading as much things fly over my head)

At some point in the night, you open your eyes and find your head resting on Sans lap. You can't help but notice that your neck kinda hurts, a given for using a skeleton as a pillow. You sit up slowly, so you don't wake up Sans. You feel exhausted, and can't help but worry about Dad. You get up quietly, tip-toeing to the door in hopes to get some fresh air. You open the door slightly, slipping yourself out trying to make minimal noise. The spring air touches your face like a soft kiss, as you stand at the top of the stairs, letting the wind blow through your hair.

 

"Let it blossom, huh...?" You take a look around at the brother's yard. Why are there vines everywhere and the grass unkept like your house? You start to grow worried, almost anxious. Full of vines? Is it you doing this? Something brushes against your hand, and you jump looking at your side. It's Sans, without his usual blue hoodie on. Just a plain white usual t-shirt, but the fact that you can see his arm bones makes you blush, and you can't help but like it.

 

"Skeleton laps hurt your neck." You try to joke, hoping to lighten the weird mood. Sans lets out a small chuckle, as he inches in closer to you, your shoulders almost touching. "what's wrong?" He's so gentle. You can't help but like that about him.

 

"I keep thinking about how Flowey said I was empty and full of vines. I know I'm not empty, but I'm definitely full of vines." You stare off into the distance, not much a view with the other houses in front of you, but you look up at the sky. It looks absolutely beautiful tonight. "you know that's not true," he pokes your side. "see? no vines. nice soft skin and flesh."

 

"Has the yard been like this ever since I've started to come over?"  Sans takes a moment, scratching his skull. "yes..."

 

You frown. Something is going on with you, and with Mama being back now, you feel like your brain is about to crash. Things are going fast for you, and you can't seem to catch up. So for now, you decide to push whatever Frisk and Flowey said to the back of your head. You're human, and you know that. Nothing is wrong with you.

 

"You know, a bit ago, Cynthia told me what it was like for monsters to love."

 

Sans turns his head to look at your face, "what about it?"

 

"I can't help but think...how beautiful that is. Euphoria, waves of beautiful emotions and feelings. Gravitating to someone in ways you didn't know possible. Bonding yourself to someone, forever becoming them, and them becoming you. Nothing sounds more beautiful than that." You throw your head up at the sky.

 

"Ever since then, I started to think the way humans love each other...that it sucks." Sans turns his head the same way, looking up at the sky, "why do you say that?"

 

"Because...even if it's romantic or familial, or platonic...the people you love still hurt you. And they are supposed to love you, too. So when they hurt you, it gets even more confusing. And you lose yourself."

 

"y'know, claire. us monsters can hurt people, too. we aren't free of sin. but its true, we can be a bit more perceptive about others feelings. i'm not a very good example of it, but paps is. even though i hurt him with everything going on with cyn, he still felt how i felt and called me out on my lies. and that's because we are brothers, and because of our family bond, we can just feel that, to some extent...with our SOULs."

 

"What are SOULs? You keep talking about it...but I have no idea.", you turn to him, putting your head down to look into his pupils. He stares at you back, now being able to get a good look at your face. With the moonlight on your face and your hair flowing in night breeze, he thinks he could not have seen anything more beautiful than you. Not even the stars in sky.

 

He takes your hand, placing it on your chest. "it's in here. everything you are, the cumulation of your very being. it's what connects you to others, creating last bonds. it is what makes you uniquely you."

 

Your face gets deeply red as you look him into his pupils. His hand is still in yours, right on top of your chest. Your face is on fire, as Sans realizes where his hand is at, as he removes it quickly, turning his face around, scratching his skull with his phalange. You can see hints of blue across his face.  "s-sorry..."

 

"N-No! Nothing to apologize to for! I j-just... I never had a crush on anyone before so I don't know h-how to react sometimes-" you cut short, as you dig your face into your palms. You didn't mean to say that, but now there's no going back.

 

"you have a crush on me, claire?" Sans sounds a bit giddy.

 

"Yes...I think you're handsome and gentle and I like to be next to you and hanging out with you, and your jokes, and...!" you shout from your hands. Sans approaches you, taking your hands down from your face. You look up to him, face almost about to burn off. Your heart is beating, and you can't stop the racing thoughts of how handsome Sans is, especially in this very moment.

 

"woah, lil lady. as it turns out, i got a crush on you, too. i think you're beautiful, claire. more than anything in the world."

 

"Oh, geez. Stop teasing me! I'm going back inside!," you try to get out of this situation, or you feel your heart is going to stop. You whip around running towards the door, as you whisper, "I think you're handsome, too. More than anything in the world."

 

Sans hollers from behind, following you back into the house. You run upstairs to jump into Papyrus's queen sized race car bed, Sans retiring into his room. Papyrus is snoozing as you roll in next to him. "Your brother...he's got me going crazy!," you whisper to the sleeping Papyrus. It's not long until the comfy race car bed lulls you to sleep.

 

 

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You wake up to a call on your phone in the morning, it's Sans.

 

"hey, come downstairs. your dads here."

 

You hang up, without saying a word, as you check the time. It seems like you slept in, which is why Sans probably caught Dad first. You croak, stumbling out of Papyrus's room and down the stairs.

 

"Mornin', Claire. Now that I have both of ya here, I gotta ask for a favor."

 

"whats going on, pops?", Sans looks in worry. Dad drops a duffle bag on the floor.

 

"You see, the reason I had Claire stay is because the water heater busted last night. Thought since I was a big man I could get it fixed in a night, but now the house is full with carbon monoxide. Probably better for Claire to stay somewhere else, so my boys and I can work on fixin' everything up. Is that cool with you, skeleton?"

 

You stand there, still dazed out from your sleep. "Space cadet, wake up," Dad grunts.

 

"heh, she's always like that in the morning, pops. not a problem. you know we are always glad to have her here."

 

Papyrus shouts from the kitchen, "THANK YOU FOR THE CLAIRE LOAN, MR. JOE! WE WILL TAKE THE GREATEST CARE OF HER."

 

You snap back into reality. You get to stay here for a few days. You don't have to go home and confront Mama yet. You sigh in relief as your shoulders relax. You're the one who recommended to talk to her, but you feel so much better being able to avoid that for another few days. You go to hug Dad and he pats your back lightly.

 

"I'll text ya, Claire. Thank you, boys."

 

"no prob, pops." And like that, Dad is gone with the wind. He packed you a bunch of clothes and pajamas which you are grateful for, and some of your hair products, make-up, etc. And your glasses! You're lucky you labeled everything and organized it "Daily Routine" in your room, or you knew he would never be able to figure that out on his own. "Let me drag this up to Papyrus's room..." you mutter, picking up the bag.

 

"hey, claire. are you okay sleepin' with paps?" He doesn't know why he's asking, of course you are. You have been for days now, and Papyrus is your best friend. You couldn't feel more comfortable with anyone else. Sans will never admit it though...that he's a bit jealous of Papyrus.

 

"Of course! It's nice to sleep with someone else. It makes me feel safe."

 

"wouldn't you feel more comfortable if you slept in your own room? i could clean out mine-"

 

"No! No, thank you!", you shout firmly.

 

"woah, you didn't have to reject me that hard."

 

"I've heard things about that room! I will stay with the lovely race car bed with tons of space, minus the random tornado dog thing you got in there and the crippling back pain!" You run away upstairs with your bag.

 

Sans shoves his hands into his gym shorts pockets, pupils gone from his eyesockets. Papyrus is standing in the middle of the doorway to the kitchen.

 

"BROTHER..."

 

"you showed her, didn't you?"

 

"ONLY OUT OF GOODWILL! BUT ALSO BECAUSE IT WAS PAINFULLY HILARIOUS!" Papyrus cackles, returning to the kitchen. Now, he HAS to clean his room.

 

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After you brush your teeth and take a shower, getting into some clean pajamas to lounge around in for the rest of the day, you sit down on the couch, Sans handing you a warm mug of coffee. You feel comfortable, especially now you can take a break from your contacts and not constantly strain your eyes.

 

"you look different with your glasses on, it's cute," he chuckles, plopping right now next to you, leaving no space. You think it's cute how he wants to be next to you. He definitely is a man who loves physical touch. You blush, turning your head. For a moment, you imagine what it would be like to spend everyday with him like this. What it would be like to be in relationship with him, and the thought almost makes you drop your coffee.

 

"woah, careful there, lil lady. stop fantasizing and watch ya coffee."

 

"I-I wasn't doing that! Who said I was doing that?," you shout at the accusation, albeit true.

 

"heh, gotcha."

 

"Stop it....what are we going to do today?" you ask.

 

"well...what do you want to do?"

 

"Watch movies, take a nap. Eat pizza," you say excitedly. It's been a long time where you had a weekend to simply do nothing, so you want to take the chance as much as possible.

 

"didja know...those are all things i like to do, too?" Sans whispers into your ear.

 

"Then, it's a plan!"

 

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At some point throughout a random Netflix movie, you decide to ask about Sans family. As much as you know his personality well, but nothing about his past. So, you decide to take a shot.

 

"Hey, Sans? If you don't mind me asking...," you start up slowly.

 

"whats up, pretty lady?"

 

You almost start to blush until you shake your head, focusing on the subject at hand. "Can I ask...about your parents?"

 

"sure. just dad. he was a scientist so he did some crazy stuff to conjure up paps and i. fun fact, but when monsters wanna make a kid, they take bits of their SOUL to create a brand new one. then one of em' carries the baby till they fully develop. it's pretty cool stuff."

 

Sans clears his throat, "uh, anyways. dad had a way to do that himself. kinda tore off a piece of his soul and cultivated it in a lab."

 

"In a lab?," You turn your body towards Sans to face him on the couch. "How wonderful!"

 

"heh. glad you think so, but he was so...indulged in his work. he made us, but he preferred to have nothing to do with us. sometimes i wonder why he made paps, as much as i'm lucky to have him. he just threw him in my hands when i was eight."

 

"How old are you?," You never asked.

 

"28. i'll be 29 soon, but another fun fact. skeletons stop aging at a certain point. so i'm basically eternally here, unless i SOULbond with someone. cynthia told you about that, right?"

 

"Yeah! She did. So if you SOULbond with someone, you die when they die?" You can't help but be drawn in. This is a topic you know nothing about, especially the way monsters live, and you find it extremely exciting.

 

"i assume so, but it could be the other way around. not much is known about that. but yeah, more about my dad, but he just disappeared one day. asgore said he fell into one of experiments and just, died. i don't feel much about it, neither does paps."

 

You frown, "Oh... I'm really sorry for bringing it up. I didn't mean to bring back any bad memories."

 

"it's ok. i don't mind. speaking of experiments, we have the same classes so i assume that we have the same major?" He sparks up a bit.

 

"Yes! I've always been good at most subjects...but I like science a lot more. I want to be a chemistry teacher," you glow, talking about your future plans.

 

"that's a good path. in the underground, i already had a doctorate, but i couldn't get it applied here. but i struck a deal with the department of ed, if i do two years of school they'll let me carry it over from the underground."

 

"That is so amazing. I wonder why they didn't carry it over in the first place..."

 

"somethin' about the underground having a different type of chem and they wanted to make sure i understood 'human' chem. i called bullshit."

 

You laugh. "Thank you for telling me. I like getting to know you more."

 

"no prob, pretty lady. we're building some good...chemistry." You stare at him, not giving any reaction as you turn back on your movie. The day flies by pretty fast, and before you know it, it's evening time. Papyrus said instead of ordering, he was going to try his hand at homemade pizza, and when you sit down at the dining table, your eyes glow at the various different types of pizza.

 

"Papyrus, this looks so good! I'm so excited."

 

"DIG IN, MS. CLAIRE! I HAVE OUTDONE MYSELF, YET AGAIN!," he shouts, sitting down across from Sans, who has placed himself next to you. You dig into the various different types of pizza toppings, chewing with joy as you go onto the next one. You were fine with no conversation, that is until Papyrus shouts, "SANS, MS. CLAIRE, WHEN WILL YOU TWO START DATING?"

 

You stop chewing. Your face is bright red, as you start to stutter. "P-Pa.."

 

"I AM JUST JESTING, MS. CLAIRE! NO NEED TO TURN INTO A TOMATO! AND SANS, YOU LOOK LIKE A BLUE CRAB!"

 

You turn to Sans and he's as blue as blue can be. "we...are just friends, paps. give a guy some time to get over my past relationship..." he chokes out. You got to get yourself out of this situation somehow, so you pitch an idea to Papyrus, "Papyrus, will you help me practice some songs for the musical later?"

 

"OF COURSE, MS. CLAIRE! THANK YOU FOR TAKING FAITH IN MY MUSICAL TALENT!" he shouts. You do your best to finish dinner without any awkwardness. Sans cleans up, honoring his role to wash dishes as you and Papyrus stand in the living room.

 

"MS. CLAIRE, WHAT SONG IS IT YOU WANT TO SING! I ONLY NEED TO HEAR IT ONCE!" You play Papyrus the song you want to practice.

 

"WOWIE, MS. CLAIRE! YOU'RE GOING TO SING THIS ON STAGE? HOW WONDERFUL!"

 

"Yes! I just need to get the pitch right. Are you ready?" you question, preparing to get your singing voice ready. Papyrus gives you a thumbs up, as you start the instrumental to "Would You Fall In Love With Me Again."

 

"PENELOPE~," Papyrus starts.

 

"Is it you? Have my prayers been answered? Is it really you standing there...or am I dreaming once more? You look different...your eyes look tired. Your frame is lighter, your smile torn...Is it really you, my love?~"

 

Papyrus sings out Odysseus part pretty well, until you two get to the part that you keep messing up on. At some point, Sans sat down on the couch to watch you two, you look at him while you sing. Papyrus reaches the wedding bed reverse.

 

"I HAD BUILT THAT WEDDING BED WITH MY BLOOD AND SWEAT! CARVED IT INTO THE OLIVE TREE WHERE WE FIRST MET! A SYMBOL OF OUR LOVE EVERLASTING!~", You two continue, no mistakes so far.

 

"PENELOPE~"

 

It's time for the part you mess up on, so you do your best to focus, looking back at Papyrus. "I will fall in love with you over and over again, I don't care how, where or when. No matter how long it's been, you're mine! Don't tell me you're not the same person, you're always my husband and I've been waiting, waiting...~"

 

"PENELOPE~"

 

"Waiting, waiting, waiting~."

 

"PENELOPE~," Papyrus is perfectly in tune.

 

You sing the final parts, your pitch going higher, reaching the perfect sound. "Waiting, waiting, ohhhhh~, For you....~"

 

"WOWIE, MS. CLAIRE, THAT WAS FANTASTICAL! YOU WILL DO VERY GOOD ON STAGE, I JUST KNOW IT! THE GREAT PAPYRUS WILL PREPARE FOR BED TIME NOW! WILL YOU READ ME A STORY, MS. CLAIRE?"

 

"Of course! I'll be there in a few." Sans continues to stare at you, as you smile at him. "What's wrong?"

 

Sans is left breathless, and all that he knows and feels right now, are the fireworks he feels inside of his SOUL. He remembers that feeling when he first started to fall in love with Cynthia. And now, he's feeling that with you, and it's almost like his SOUL is getting jumpstarted up again. The wave of emotion and euphoria. He knows now that you're more than just a friend who he has a crush on, you're someone who he is deeply falling for, every second that passes by. 

 

"it's nothing. just...feeling really happy."

 

You smile, "I'm glad! I'm going to go read Papyrus his story now. I'll see you in the morning."

 

"yeah. claire?"

 

"Yes?," You turn your head over your shoulder.

 

"i'm going to steal you."

 

You laugh, "A Sweeney Todd reference? Goodnight, you silly skeleton." You run upstairs, not realizing the true meaning of what he said. Sans is going to steal you away, heart and SOUL. Even if you haven't figured it out for yourself yet, you were already wrapped around his fingers. He just had to keep making you fall for him.

Chapter 21: Two Cokes And Rum

Notes:

im having trouble writing! sometimes i feel like im getting nowhere but somewhere but i dont want to rush into the story.

i'm also just lacking confidence in my writing :c but i gotta keep trying

thank you all for your comments and reading

Warning: Alcohol/Drinking

 

Aster has been feeling odd as of late. They can't seem to figure it out, but throughout moments of their day, they get bursts of energy where they can lift insanely heavy things, or run a whole five laps around the school's track field in five minutes. And strangely enough, it seems to be when they feel particularly determined to achieve something.   Track has always been a huge part of Aster's life, so when they joined the university's team on a full ride scholarship, they were determined to not lose it. Run as fast as they must, as fast as possible. It wasn't until about a few months ago, that Aster started to experience these surges of energy and strength. Aster never questioned it, as it was helping them reach new records in track, but now, it's been really fucking with their head.

 

There's something else fucking with Aster's head, too. You and that bummy skeleton that you say you 'might' have a crush on. It's completely obvious. The reality is, Aster has never met a girl like you. And slowly but surely, as time went on, they found themselves making jokes that they secretly wanted to be true. Aster won't be played as a fool, though. They know nothing will come out their feelings, and they don't want to ruin a perfectly good friendship to pursue something that is pretty much a dead end. The way the skeleton looks at you, they can't compete with that.

 

So, when they saw you after the weekend, walking closely with Sans, and finding out you had stayed the whole weekend, maybe there was a bit of jealousy, and definitely intent to murder. They shoved those feelings down inside, as hurting you would do them no good in the long run. But, Aster can one up the shorter skeleton. At the usual dining hall table, where somehow Cynthia has found themselves sitting at along with your group (which ticked Aster off even more), Aster decided to steal away 'Johanna' for the night. That'll make Sans cry his heart out tonight.

 

Aster pulls on your arm, "Boo! You should sleepover my house tonight, and tomorrow, and the next!"

 

"Oh, that would be so fun. Can I?," you ask in seriousness.

 

"Yes! You're mine for tonight," Aster menacingly giggles. Cynthia sucks at the straw of the smoothie she bought, glancing at her nails.

 

"How the hell did you find your way here?" Aster leans over to glance at Cynthia, who is sitting next to you. Sans and Papyrus are at the monster food buffet, and have yet to see Cynthia participating in a social environment. You can't help but be proud.

 

"Now, Aster. She's doing a really good job! I'm so proud of her for being here and trying. But, Cynthia, are you sure you will be okay around Sans?"

 

She blushes a bit, not for Sans, but for the fact that you said that you were proud of her. "Yeah, I'll be okay. We didn't really break up on bad terms, and I process shit quickly. And...thank you. You're dumb."

 

Aster scoffs. "Did you really have to add that part? I'm just surprised you're not on your phone." Cynthia takes a bag of nail stuff out of purse, grabbing a file from the bag.

 

"Aster, I hate to kill it for you but I'm actually not a prostitute. My phone is shut off in my bag. I keep it off  when I don't have to use it. I'm trying to be better, especially since Claire put her stupid confidence in me..." she murmurs, focusing on her broken nail.

 

"See! I'm so proud..." you tap her back, eyes shining.

 

"Shut up...", she whispers.

 

"OH! MS. CYNTHIA HAS JOINED US! HOW EXCITING!," Papyrus shouts as he sits down with his food.

 

"yo, cyn." Sans plops down next to Papyrus. Cynthia looks up from her nail, "Hi, Paps. Sans, ketchup with burger, I see." She gets back to filing, elbows on the table. Aster yucks at his burger. "The hell is wrong with you?," they snark at him.

 

"i like the 'chup. what can i say?"

 

"MS. CYNTHIA, HOW IS THEATER GOING WITH MS. CLAIRE?" Papyrus picks up again with Cynthia, and it's clear he wants to try repairing their lost friendship. She puts down the file, looking up at him. "It's going really good. Claire is...my friend now. And it's nice to have a friend. To do theater with." She's shy, you can tell it's been a while since she had a group interaction.

 

"We are more than friends...," you giggle.

 

"what the hell does that mean?"

"The hell are you talking about?," both Aster and Sans say in unison.

 

"She bribed me to keep her dark secrets of the time she lived in Miami as a serial killer who killed over 50+ people and her fight of not getting caught." Cynthia jokes, you get the reference.

 

"Dexter!," your eyes beam even more as you tug at her arm. "I didn't know you liked Dexter!" Cynthia smiles at you small, a little bit excited to find something in common with you.

 

"MS. CLAIRE, YOU'RE A SERIAL KILLER?" Papyrus shouts, looking a bit scared.

 

"Paps, you're not that gullible," Aster retorts.

 

Sans chuckles, bitting into the burger. Aster hisses in pain as they watch him eat basically a whole bottle of ketchup on his burger. What do you even like about this guy? Aster looks at you, but they can't deny how happy you look. Comparing to what you were in the beginning of the semester, their heart melts at how far you've come. Sans catches a glimpse of the way Aster looks at you, Aster turning to meet Sans gaze again. This is fine, this is all they need, they think. Aster's eyes buzz in red, Sans tensing to be a bit on guard.

 

"This is fine. I don't need anything else. Just her friendship is enough. You have no competition, bone boy."

 

Sans jumps, as the red in Aster's eye fizzles out. "aster, did you just say something?" Sans questions them, wondering what the hell that was? Was that Aster's thoughts?  "No? I don't think I did. Are you losing your mind?" Aster jokes.

 

"nah. i'm good." You all sit there the rest of lunch time, bickering and bantering around. Cynthia seems so happy, despite her acting very tsundere. That's all you could have asked for.

 

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Aster shoves you into their car, unbeknownst until they started driving off, that Cynthia was in the backseat. Aster looks into their back mirror, looking at her staring outside of the window. Aster stops short in the middle of the road, you lurching forward at the sudden break, as they throw themselves over the drivers seat.

 

"The hell you doing in my car!," Aster shouts at Cynthia.

 

"Aren't we friends now? It's not cool to not extend the invite," she murmurs, still looking out the window. Her face looks lonely, and somehow, Aster doesn't think they would be able to say no to her. They grunt, turning around and putting their hands back on the wheel. You smile at Aster in hopes your message of 'Thank you', is received. "Yeah, yeah, whatever," they responded as they start to drive off. Aster pitched the mall before their house, just to make a bit of a buffer so their night isn't too awkward.

 

When you get out of the car, Cynthia trails behind you, not wanting to lose sight of you. Aster keeps glaring at her, so you stop in your tracks. At this point, you are fed up with the both of them bickering, so you turn around and point at Aster and Cynthia with your two index fingers.

 

"You, and you! Apologize to each other!", it's the first time they ever heard you speak with any kind of command or authority in your voice.

 

"What!," Aster shouts, "I didn't do anything!"

 

"You called me a prostitute and an OnlyFans model!," Cynthia throws their hands down, scrunching their nose.

 

"I wasn't wrong!," they respond back to her, fairly aggressively.

 

"Enough! Whatever this is, it must be over with. You two are my friends, and I want everyone to hang out together and be close with one another. You both are able to communicate nicely, please do so now so we can figure it out," you say desperately. You want this work as much as possible.

 

Aster sighs, as they know they wouldn't be able to tell you 'no'. "Fine. Cynthia, I really don't like what you did, I'm sure you know that. And I'm sorry I called you a prostitute and shit, but I really don't trust you to not hurt Claire. I don't trust you to not hurt anyone I care about."

 

Cynthia shoulders fall, as she looks down, sadly. She takes a moment before speaking to collect her thoughts. "I know that I...." she fumbles. "I know that I haven't not been a good person. But Claire...she makes me want to be good. She makes me want to be kind and understanding, like how she was with me. I would never hurt her again. I want to make things right with everyone. I deleted all those apps...I'm staying off my phone...and trying to do things I've enjoyed before."

 

Her voice cracks a bit, "I've lost a lot, but I've gained a life long friend...and I want to be friends with you, too. I'll do my best, so if you can believe in me even just a little bit, it would make the world of a difference." She tears up a bit, as you go to hug her. She's way taller than you, as her chin sits on top of your head.

 

Aster's face softens, as they clear their throat. "Finally you show some emotion. I guess I'll give you a chance, Cyn. Don't mess it up."

 

"Yay! All pending civil matters have been rectified in the court of Claire!," you let go of Cynthia, clapping your hands. "Now, Bath and Body Works is having a sale. I have to get my hands on those 2$ hand creams! Off we go!"

 

Cynthia laughs at your simplicity as they stand next to you, Aster standing on the other side. For once, Cynthia feels like your equal, and maybe a smidge happy to finally be on good terms with Aster. Cynthia can't help but admit that Aster is a good looking, silky black-haired gem, but would rather not be on their bad side much longer. They are truly terrifying.

 

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Hand creams in tow, you three jump back into Aster's car, giddy over the different scents you have. It only takes 20 minutes to get to Aster's house, which you are amazed to see is probably the most beautiful upper class house you've ever seen.

 

"Aster, what the hell does your dad do?," Cynthia has her teeth clenched, as you all walk up the freshly paved driveway to the beautiful wooden entrance to their house. "My dad runs a whole bunch of businesses like landscaping, construction and shit. But he's insanely humble."

 

"Humble?," you question.

 

"Yeah like, he's just a guy who's a dad.  Cooks on grills, watches football. He's kinda like Adam Sandler."

 

"That could not have been a worser description," Cynthia mumbles as Aster opens the door with their key, revealing the inside of the house. It's basically just an extremely large man cave, and your mouth opens in surprise. It only took a couple seconds before Aster's dad runs around into the entrance towards your group, and Cynthia utters, "Fuck, he actually DOES look like Adam Sandler!"

 

Aster's dad cackles at Cynthia as he approaches, "I get that a lot. I'm not Adam Sandler but you can call me Kev." Aster throws their arm around Kev's neck, smiling menacingly.

 

"Oh, wow! You two look exactly alike!," you gasp. You can see where Aster gets their long black hair and green eyes, such an extremely rare combination from the start. "Let me guess, your mom is Beyonce or something?," Cynthia stares at the two, Kev cackling even harder.

 

"No, but my wife, Athen is currently working abroad right now in Italy," he responds in a laugh. Cynthia's jaw is open wide, and she takes the opportunity to stop making jokes, not knowing the rest to come.

 

"Dad, the short lady is Claire, the one I talk to you about. That tall blonde lady is Cynthia, we became friends like...an hour ago. But they are going to be spending the night, like I texted you."

 

 

"Sounds great, I'm cooking some ribs and shit so I'll call ya when it's ready. Have fun, kiddos," Kev walks away waving off as he disappears into the backyard.

 

"Let's go to my room. You guys are gonna have an extra heart attack with your stroke when we get upstairs," they wink as Cynthia walks behind you, pushing you forward, and you can feel the fear off her back. You take a moment to think about the three of you, and the increasingly amount of differences you all share.

 

You have tons of defining features, mostly resembling Mama who used to be her high-schools prima donna, and then you have Cynthia and Aster, who both feel like two different levels than you. Although Aster helped you picked out your dark academia style, you all differ in pretty much every way.

 

Cynthia is very much the 'girl-next-door' type. With her long hair, blue eyes, she definitely rocks the crop top and skinny jean style you often to see her wearing. The mid rise jeans she often wears highlights the beautiful curves she has been blessed with, you can't help but blush looking at her sometimes. Aster on the other hand, brings a much more natural and gender neutral tone, gravitating towards a streetwear look, with baggy pants and t-shirts, which works well in their favor. You can't help but oogle them sometimes, especially with their high ponytail combo and neatly laid edges. Your friends are so good-looking, sometimes you can't help but want to experiment with your wardrobe again. You almost drool until within seconds you finally hit Aster's bedroom door.

 

"Behold, my lair...!," Aster cackles as they throw open the bedroom door. If you weren't 21 years old with no risks of a heart-attack, you swear you would've had one already, like Aster had said. They have a large king sized bed with a huge black canopy laying over it, a DDR revolution machine, an intense gaming/movie theater set, and towards the back, an insanely large walk in closet.

 

"You bitch!," Cynthia shouts from the doorway, as you find yourself stuttering again like Spongebob on the day you met Toriel. Cynthia walks past you, taking your hand and pulling you along.  "A-a-ah," you stutter. This room most likely costs more than your college tuition, yearly! You couldn't believe Aster has been living here their whole life, their whole friendship with you and you had no idea until now! You take out your phone quickly, turning around into a corner, dialing Sans number. It doesn't take long for him to answer.

 

"claire? everything okay at asters?," he sounds concerned over the phone.

 

"Sans, can you come and take us home? This is a disaster..." you whine, as you look back to see Cynthia raging at the amount of video game consoles Aster has sitting on the movie theater set, that happens to have four reclining massage chairs, after you listen to Asters explanation further.

 

"is that cynthia? why is she screaming like that?" Sans has a hint of laughter in his voice.

 

"Claire, what the hell are you doing over there?" Aster notes, squinting in your direction. You turn back to your phone, "You have to come quick...Aster...Aster is rich! Too rich for comfort!," you shout into the phone.

 

"DID YOU REALLY CALL THE SKELETON TO COME AND ZAP YOU OUT OF HERE!," Aster screams, as Cynthia runs over to you in the corner, grabbing the phone.  "This asshole has a Dance Dance Revolution machine in their bedroom! God, it's sickening. They have every single game console known to man, and massage chairs. I can't do this!," she shouts into the phone.

 

"Oh, no! Aster's coming over here!," you cry as Aster stomps over, grabbing the phone from Cynthia's hand, as you hear the skeleton hollering in laughter as Aster picks up the phone to their ear. "Pretend you heard nothing! These two can spend a night in luxury for once!," they shout, hanging up your phone and throwing it on top of their bed.

 

"You two are overreacting. Now, who wants to watch 'Dexter' on the oLED 70 inch smart TV?" they chuckle. It doesn't take long for you and Cynthia shut up and find yourselves planted on the massage chairs, doing a rewatch of one of your favorite shows.

 

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That sleepover was the biggest fucking mistake of your life. How do you know? Because of everything that had been sent into the group chat (that Aster had added Cynthia to sometime through the night) rehashing the events that you very clearly do not remember. Why do you not remember? Let's rewind a bit.

 

After two episodes of 'Dexter', Kev calls you all down to enjoy some ribs in the backyard. The biggest mistake was accepting the coke and rum that Aster had made you. You weren't a big drinker, but what's the harm of having one or two? No one pressured you for sure, you gladly accepted an alcoholic beverage as a consenting adult. Did you know that two was your limit? Most likely not. So when you woke up at three in the morning to see the fury of messages between the two sleeping next to you, you were in fact more than embarrassed, socially obliterated if you were being dramatic. You start at the top of the group chat.

 

Aster added Cindy to the conversation.

 

Cindy: Kekekekekeke 😈

 

sans: now... whats happening here?

 

Aster: So...we might have gotten a littleeee bit inebriated tonight...and we got some funny shit to tell ya. Oh boy

 

Cindy: Claire could not handle two coke and rums, and the night simply escalated from there, but we are not apologizing...it's too fucking funny

 

sans: oh my god what did you two do

 

Aster: Ok, ok. Starting off, Claire spilled a whole bottle of barbecue sauce on her trying to eat her ribs. So for context if you see her in a trucker t-shirt, thats why

 

Cindy: After she spilled the bottle of sauce, we got her back upstairs, but she refused to get undressed, and then tried to hug me and kiss my cheek. She started crying because I pushed her away, I didn't want barbecue sauce all over my clothes, and finally we were able to get her into the trucker t-shirt, but she refused to put on any pants 💀

 

Aster: We took some pictures

 

sans: send them.

 

Cindy: *attachments sent*

 

You gasp when you look at it. One of them is of you covered in barbecue sauce, and another of you in the shirt you are currently wearing, crying on the floor clinging to Cynthia's arm. Luckily, the shirt on you was so baggy, it fit on you like a sleeping gown, which is most likely why they thought it would be funny to send. The next one is a photo of you and Cynthia sitting on the floor. She's sitting in front of you, you are on your knees pressing against her back, arms wrapped around her neck in a hug, as you both are smiling. You like this one a lot, you think, but the next one is her shoving your face as away as you try to kiss her cheek. "Oh my stars," you mutter, slapping your face. You continue to scroll.

 

Aster: Then, she spoiled the whole show of Dexter. Then, the in depth analysis of Sweeney Todd. Imagine hearing the whole soundtrack sung in a drunken slur. Then she started to try to strip off the trucker t-shirt, and we begged her to stay somewhat clothed. She was all like "it's too hot! it's too hottttt!"

 

Papyrus chimes in.

 

Paps: Oh, dear! Ms. Claire! Where are your pants?

 

sans: pants are a waist of space, paps

 

Aster: This was so fucking hilarious, she's asleep now finally. She told me I should get a race car bed as we tucked her in. Asked for a kiss on the cheek so she could fall asleep lmfao

 

Cindy: I have never met such an affectionate drunk in my whole life. We did give her a little kiss and tuck into bed

 

sans: two coke and rums, huh? that's baby stuff, claire

 

Sans can't deny he wishes he was there. Would you have tried to kiss him? It makes him giddy just thinking about it. The conversation ends there, as you type:

 

You: This is sooooo not fair! The pictures are so funny though. I can't even be mad 😭

 

You throw your phone down, lying back down on the bed as you look at the two sleeping figures on your sides. You could have never imagined being here especially a month or two ago. You met so many irreplaceable friends, and have made so many memories (although you were drunk), and you can't help but smile. You fall back asleep to the snores of your closest friends filling the room.

 

Chapter 22: Unravel Me

Notes:

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Earlier That Evening

 

After you inevitably fall asleep from your little drunken episode, Aster and Cynthia find themselves hanging out on the small balcony hooked onto Aster's room, sharing the last beer for the night. That's one thing they never imagined them both doing, but they were there, and doing it, and they knew you would be proud if you saw them.

 

The crickets outside play a little melody, making the mood less awkward, as Cynthia sits on the edge of the balcony, being wary to not fall. Aster sighs, passing the can to Cynthia. "Cindy, tell me. How?"

 

"How what?", she flicks the can with her wrist back towards Aster. The fizz tickles her tongue, she's never been the one for beer.

 

"How did you manage to get Claire on your side?"

 

"I wasn't trying to. She was just there for me when it really mattered. Despite what I did, she still showed her kindness, wiped my tears, and patted my back over a shitty smoothie. Who wouldn't grow to love someone like that?" she whispers. Aster nods. They completely understand that all too well.

 

"You do know that your feelings won't go anywhere, right?" Cynthia says, trying not to be harsh, although it definitely came out that way.

 

"It's obvious to everyone but HER. Lord," Aster rubs their face with their palm. "I know. I can't help it, though."

 

"She can't even recognize her own feelings. She's been falling in love with Sans from the second I laid eyes on her. I knew I was going to lose, and I'm okay with that," Cynthia shoulders tense.

 

"Why?," Aster whips around to her, the moon beaming against her blonde hair, and the glistening of her eyes as the color blend in with the gloss of tears.

 

"Does spending forever with someone scare you?" she says quietly, in attempt to not let the tears flow.

 

"Oh, yeah. I hate the feeling of not having free will. If I love someone, I want to love them as long as I can. If I don't love them, I want to be able to leave. Humans are never meant to be bound to someone forever, but I know it's different for monsters. It's different...for Claire."

 

"It was different for Sans, too. I loved him, and he wanted a lifetime partner. But...I want to be free. I don't want to be bound to someone for life, with my whole life planned out for me. I want to love someone, but be able to drop my shit and leave to Paris or whatever in spontaneity. Is that bad? Is that having a shitty double standard?" Tears slip from her eyes, as Aster stares at Cynthia. Aster moves closer to her, feeling the melancholy in the air.

 

"We are more alike than we think." Aster's face slips into a smirk, as Cynthia gazes into their green eyes, sharp and yet softer than ever, as Aster reaches up to her face, setting their hand on her cheek, wiping her tears away with their thumb. Cynthia blushes furiously at their touch, but doesn't pull away.

 

Aster whispers, "You're beautiful. I always thought you were, even when you were being a total bitch. It just made me want to figure you out even more. Right now, I want to know everything about you, everything you feel. Everything that you are."

 

Cynthia leans into Asters touch more, inching closer to their face. "Come and figure me out. Unravel me." Aster's smile curls even deeper, not breaking apart from her eyes.

 

Cynthia would know that one can't avoid the fireworks bursting inside of her chest, so she revels in it, the pleasure and beauty of falling in love, once again. Love can hit you at any time, and lucky for Cynthia, Aster was feeling the fireworks just as much as her. And they loved it. They'll both figure it out later, maybe tomorrow, or the next, but all they wanted to do was snuggle up with you in bed, the two of them thanking you for being the bridge for a newfound happiness.

 

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You burst out of Aster's car, lurching in pain from the motion sickness and pain in your head, Cynthia standing next to you as you stumble across the campus grass. She offers you her arm as you grab onto the sleeve of the sweater she stole from Aster.

 

Aster cackles, "Oof, boutta blow some chunks, Claire?"

 

"No..! Don't say that..." you groan as the sun hitting your eyes is making your head hurt even more. You can hear Papyrus in the distance, screaming your group's names as he runs up, stopping in front of you while jogging in place.

 

"MS. CLAIRE! ASTER! CYNTHIA! GOOD JOYOUS MORNING!" he shouts. "I HAVE MADE CLAIRE A 'HANGOVER SMOOTHIE, AND I SHALL DO THE HONORS OF RUNNING HER TO CLASS!"

 

"No, no, I can't-" you say, but to no avail, Papyrus shoves the smoothie bottle in your hand, as he grabs you setting you on top of his shoulders. "Help...." you whisper.

 

"DON'T WORRY, MS. CLAIRE! I WILL HELP YOU!" Papyrus shouts, as he hikes his legs up getting ready for the dash to your first class.

 

"We can't help you, now. This is your fate," Cynthia giggles, as she and Aster salute you. "Farewell...solider," Aster whispers in a chuckle. You rest your chin on Papyrus's head, groaning. He dashes off, and you can feel all your organs shift as he runs to class. You are practically dead by the time you get there, as he sits you down at your usual spot, wishing you a good day. You rest your head on the desk holding your stomach. Your eyes are swimming around in your eye sockets, until you see Sans sit down next to you. Your eyes brighten a little bit as you breathe in his familiar scent. It smells like home.

 

"Oh.. I missed you," you murmur as you try your best to keep your eye contact between the dizziness from Papyrus's act of kindness. Sans melts as he runs his hand from the top of your head to your back.

 

"missed you, too. although, you were having tons of fun trying to smooch without me."

 

"I'll never do it again... Can you take me home?" you groan, just wanting the comfort of his couch right now. Sans stands up, grabbing your bag and pulling you up gently from the seat. You stand up a bit wobbly, but you shut your eyes closed, feeling the familiar pull of the atmosphere around you. When you open your eyes, you're standing in the living room.

 

"come on, let's get ya to bed." Sans helps you walk upstairs, but instead of Papyrus's room, you are walking towards his.

 

"Noo.....dog tornado."

 

Sans chuckles, wrapping your arm around his, and he can't help but love this. He loves touching you, and he wants to have more of you.

 

"don't worry pretty lady, i cleaned up while you were gone. went through the trouble of getting a new mattress, too."  You walk in, and it's the first time seeing his room apart from the pictures, and he did in fact clean up. The dog tornado is gone, the ball of blankets and random stuff is off the bed, as it is now neatly made and tucked in comfortably. The treadmill has been pushed away from the middle of the room, and lays towards the side of the wall. You inhale the scent of the room, a bit musty but it smells just like him. Now, there are butterflies in your tummy are mixed with nausea.

 

You stumble towards the bed, throwing yourself on it and rolling to the edge of it, you sigh into the comfy mattress, as you once again inhale the smell. Sans sits down on the side next to you, staring down at you as he pets the side of your head. "It smells like you. My favorite...," you whisper, feeling sleepy from the sick feeling in your body.

 

"you're being too cute. do you get affectionate when you feel sick, too?" he blushes, as he continues to run his fingers in circles on your scalp.

 

"I'm only affectionate because...you're here. And I missed you. I wanted you to be there, too." You start to slowly fall asleep, as you whisper, "Can you stay with me?"

 

"no need to ask. i would never leave." You smile softly, letting yourself flow into a peaceful sleep.

 

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When you open your eyes from your nap, you find your head resting on Sans chest, as he snores softly into the quietness of the room. You look up at him, blushing furiously as you realized you had asked him to stay with you, which ended up in you two falling asleep together. You feel a bit better from earlier, swearing to yourself that you won't have coke and rum ever again. You take a moment to look at the sleeping Sans, raising your hand to run your fingers softly against his face. It's soft, almost like skin, and you can feel a warmness emitting off. How can this man made of bone be so beautiful, awake and sleeping?

 

If Sans was at Aster's last night, do you think you would have tried to kiss him? Did you want to kiss him? The thought makes you blush even more, but it secures it in your head, that you would kiss him. Would he want to kiss you? You trace your finger over his teeth where his lips would be, still resting your head on his chest as you admire him. It begins to set in...that you wouldn't mind doing this everyday. Not mind, but you WANTED to. You wanted to wake up next to him, touch him...kiss him, and the mere thought of it makes your heart and stomach flip in happiness. You don't know what comes over you, as you find yourself inching your face towards his, cupping his face in your hand, as you go in to place a kiss on his teeth.

 

"can't get enough of me?"

 

Your eyes open in shock as you throw yourself back, hiding your face in your palms. "I-I-" you stutter, as your thoughts start racing in your head. Why did you just try to kiss him while he was sleeping?! What the hell possessed you? Sans starts to blush, he doesn't know exactly why he stopped you, because he wanted you to continue that out more than anything. What was wrong with him?!

 

"I'm so sorry! I don't know what came over me-", Sans grabs your arm, pulling you back in towards his chest. You are still blushing furiously, as he holds you in his arms against chest.

 

"no need to apologize, claire. there's no rush."

 

You push out of his arms, your elbows pushing you up to meet his face. "I-I wanted to! I want to kiss you!," you shout by accident, your face on fire as you stare into his eyes. You fall back down, the dizziness taking over your head again.

 

Sans laughs, "you silly girl. you think i don't want you to? kiss me when you feel better." You nod, staring into his pupils as he looks back at you, pulling your hair behind your ears. He does the same you did to him, tracing your eyes, lips, and face with his fingers. You close your eyes, as you enjoy his touch, until your phone buzzes. It's Dad calling, so you know you can't answer it. You pull it out, bringing it up to your ear.

 

"Hi, Dad."

 

"Hi, Claire. You with anyone right now?"

 

"Mhm. Sans."

 

"Okay. Listen, I'm going to come pick you up tomorrow. I'll explain everything to you tomorrow."

 

You try your best not to sigh. Your current reality is over, and you'll have to face whatever it is at home. "Okay, Dad. I love you."

 

"I...I love you too, Claire."

 

You hang up, sighing as Sans pulls you in closer. "what's wrong?" he whispers.

 

"I have to go home tomorrow."

 

"don't want to?"

 

"After today, of course not. I want to stay here with you."

 

"then stay here with me."

 

You smile but then it instantly goes to a frown. "I would love that, but there's things I have to do at home. I'll be back as soon as I can, and I'll see you at school."

 

"then how about we make the most of today by maybe...cuddling on the couch and watching shows?" he sparks up, giving his usual toothy smirk.

 

"Deal!" you eyes brighten, as you find yourselves instantly on the couch downstairs. You loop your arm with Sans's as you rest your head on his shoulder. He loops your hand within his, and even though you two aren't dating yet, hopefully getting there soon, he feels so safe and desired, that's all he could ever want. He wants you to be completely his, and happiness fills his bones, knowing that you both are slowly getting there.

 

 

Unknown to both of you, there's more to your story and his than what meets the eye. A classic love story is never that easy.

Chapter 23: Fiona's PERSEVERANCE

Notes:

oppa gangnam style

Trigger Warning: Abuse

 

You stand outside of Sans's house, feeling the spring breeze. The yard is filled with wilting blue and green roses, and you can't help but frown at their slow death. You turn your head away as Dad's red pickup truck slowly rolls to the side of the street. You wave Sans 'goodbye' at the door, as he watches you leave slowly, already feeling the loneliness of your absence.

 

The drive home with Dad was almost in complete silence, as you approach your home, he stops before fully parking.

 

"Claire...listen. I'm sorry-"

 

"I know, Dad. It's not easy to do it by yourself, right? Don't worry. I'll take care of her."

 

"Gods help me, Claire. I feel so weak. I don't know how you did it when you were just a little girl. I hate to do this to you. If she touches you again, Claire, I swear to God you tell me. You tell me!" he gets a bit aggressive.

 

You smile sadly, "Dad, don't worry. I don't think she will. I'll take off of school for a bit. I'll take care of her."

 

"Your friends, Claire. The skeleton. What about them?" he rubs in between his eyes with his fingers.

 

"I haven't told them. It's okay, they don't need to know or worry. I'll tell them I have tuberculosis and I can't come to school or have visitors. My professors are very nice, I can do the work at home."

 

"Fuck, Claire. I'm so sorry," he whispers. You pat his back, telling him not to worry. You grab your bag, slowly getting out of the car, waiting for Dad at the top of the stairs. She's in there, waiting for you. You can feel it emitting off the house like the pain is oozing out from the windows.

 

You know. You know how this is going to turn out. Yet, you're walking straight into it. You know no matter what, you'll have to listen to her. After all, Mama has always been filled with vines, too, but not vines like yours. Vines that have PERSEVERED through so much, and as her daughter, you don't have it in you to fight back. You think back to what Cynthia said yesterday, that this is your fate, as Dad opens the door to the house. Today is only just the beginning of the start again. 

 

When you enter in, everything is the same that you left it, but you can feel the presence of Mama in the house. You put your duffle bag down, as you walk slowly up the stairs, approaching the door to Dad's room. He sticks close, as you slowly open the door, and see Mama's sleeping figure on the bed. She's wrapped around like usual, in a fetal position, as you approach the bed, sitting on the edge.

 

"Hi, Mama," you whisper, lightly putting your hands on her shoulder.

 

"C-Claire?", Fiona croaks from underneath the blanket, poking her head out to look at you. "It's me. How are you feeling?," you smile at her, as you  pull down the blanket from her face slightly. She has barely aged, not as much as Dad has. A few wrinkles, but she still look as she does when she was in her 20's, and you can't help but get sidetracked by the thoughts of genes.

 

"Claire, you're really here. I'm so, so sorry. I'm so sorry, I don't deserve this at all-" Fiona cries into the blanket, and you can feel her panic all over her body. You shush her, rubbing her shoulder back and forth, "I'm here, Mama. I'll take care of you. Just rest, okay?" Fiona relents, quickly falling back asleep. She'll perk up, eventually. Just for how long this time? How long will you be away from your friends, from Sans? How long will you have to lie?

 

You shut off your phone for the day. You'll say you got sick in the morning. You tune the whole world out. There's nothing else you can do.

 

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The next day, the group sits down at their usual table, but Aster can't stop shaking their leg. Cynthia slams her palm down on Aster's thigh, maybe to come up with a reason to touch them, but frowns. "Hey, commando...relax."

 

Aster blushes while crossing their arms, looking away from Cynthia. "Look, not hearing from Claire for a whole day is weird. What is going on?" Cynthia starts to overthink, as she obviously knows more than she lets off.  But, no. You would have said something to her if anything was going on, especially with your mom. Right? She shakes her head, and starts up a sentence until everyone's phone buzzes.

 

Sans would bite his nails if he had him, as he anxiously pulls up his phone to see a text from you in the group chat.

 

You: I won't be in school for a bit. I contracted tuberculosis. I can't have visitors either. See you all

 

Sans immediately backs out into your messages.

 

sans: claire, you were okay yesterday. what's going on? please tell me

 

But the message wasn't sent. You turned off your phone as soon as that message was sent to the group chat. Sans slams his face into his palm. Was it his fault you were avoiding everyone? Did you realize you didn't like him in the first place?

 

"What the hell did you do, bone boy," Aster snides, Cynthia looking away from everyone else, lost in thought. Sans pleads his case as him and Aster go back and forth.

 

"HOW ABOUT SANS AND I JUST GO VISIT HER?" Papyrus chimes in. "SHE FORGOT WE ARE NOT HUMANS! WE CANNOT CATCH HUMAN DISEASES!"

 

"that's true. we should stop by there after class, see if shes okay." The group nods at the agreement, and all that's left is to wait until classes are out for the day, so Papyrus can drive him and Sans to your house later on.

 

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After classes, Sans practically speed walks into the passenger side of Papyrus's car, as he throws himself in the drivers seat. Papyrus starts the car, zooming out of the school parking lot in a rush, causing the other students to hiss their horns at him in aggravation. You can't expect good human drivers or good skeleton drivers these days.

 

It only took a good 10 minutes for your house to come into view, and immediately Sans knew something was wrong. The vines around your house now have thorns, almost as if they are protecting the house from any intruders. They have gotten longer and thicker, extending around all of the house, covering the windows, porch, and fence gate.

 

"fuck, that's not good." Sans jumps out of the car, approaching the wooden door to your house, the vines seemingly getting more agitated and larger as he gets closer. Papyrus tracks behind him, slowly knocking at the door.

 

Three knocks later, Joe finally appears at the door. He grimaces at Sans and Papyrus, and in a low grunt, "Oh, you two. Didn't Claire tell you she was sick?"

 

"yeah she did, but we are kinda concerned, joe. she was fine the day before, and nothing seems right here. the vines are getting worse."

 

"What do the vines got to do with Claire, son? Listen, she told you-" Joe turns his head, tuning into the sound upstairs. He can faintly hear you say, "Mama, please, relax. There's no one at the door."

 

"Listen, you two. Stop coming around here. This a firm warning. Unless Claire tells you to, which I'm sure she didn't, just mind your own damn bones. She's sick." Joe slams the door, as Sans and Papyrus stand there shocked, faintly hearing him run up the stairs. The vines start to cover the door.

 

"what the fuck is going on?" Sans is getting extremely worried, even considering teleporting up there to see what is going on. He should, and just as he's about to-

 

"Don't Think About It, Brother."

 

"paps, why-?" he cuts in before he can do anything.

 

"WHATEVER IS HAPPENING, CLAIRE DOES NOT WANT US TO KNOW. IF WE FORCE OURSELVES, SHE MIGHT END UP STRESSING OUT EVEN MORE, OR GETTING UPSET THAT WE CROSSED HER BOUNDARIES."

 

"paps, i can't-"

 

"I KNOW YOU CARE ABOUT HER, BROTHER! BUT THIS IS WHERE YOU NEED TO HAVE TRUST! TRUST IN CLAIRE THAT SHE'LL COME AROUND. AFTER ALL, YOU FELL IN LOVE WITH HER!" Papyrus winks, as he drags his brother back into the car. You watch from the window, frowning, as you and Sans catch glimpse of each other. He stares at you yearningly and worryingly through the window. And you just stare...blankly, putting your head down and turning away. You can't involve anyone in this, because you'll just hurt them in the end. No one needs to know.

 

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A week goes by, and no one has heard not one word from you. Aster has also tried to pound on the door, only to get the same response from Joe. Whatever it is, you buckled down on not letting anyone know. At some point, everyone expected the things they couldn't change.

 

But Cynthia....nah. Sans knew Cynthia like the back of his hand, and the way she would look, act, and talk especially when she was lying through her teeth, and the fact that she was mostly quiet on the topic, told Sans she knew something. At some point during lunch, he got pissed off and tried to get her to fess up.

 

"cynthia. you know i know you, right?"

 

"Yeah, Sans. I know."

 

"so what are you not telling us?" Sans taps his fingers against the table. Aster looks at Cynthia, begging for an answer, and her heart cannot stand to see them in pain, but she made a promise, and she wasn't going to break it.

 

"I can't tell you. Claire trusted me with important shit, stuff that she didn't want anyone to know about. But I can tell you that it might be related to why she's MIA. The only thing we can do at this point is just wait, especially when she's back to school. We can't peel our eyes off of her, if she does come back."

 

Aster sighs. They don't hate Cynthia for not spilling the beans, after all, if it was Aster that Claire had trusted, they would not have done it either. But everyone can admit that your presence was the hole that filled everyone, and without you, the odd silence at the table was almost painful.

 

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Two weeks had flown by, and it was nothing but you taking care of Fiona while she laid in bed, and that was enough to exhaust you. It wasn't until this morning, that you had woke up to find her preparing food in the kitchen, humming her favorite song while throwing together biscuits and gravy. You approach her quietly, "Good morning, Mama." Dad is sitting on his recliner, starting off into space. Something is off. You can hear buzzing in your ears, but not like static. Almost like something is shifting around in the air.

 

"Oh, good morning, Claire!," Fiona giggles. She turns around pulling you into a hug. You brace yourself as she continues on, "I am so happy this morning. You see, I woke up this morning and decided to look out the window. And I felt it. The electricity from those vines all around the house. I always knew you were talented, Claire!," Fiona smiles, shifting around the kitchen.

 

"Talented, Mama?" you whisper to her.

 

"Yes! Oh dear, did you not know? Those vines are your MAGIC! You're just like your mama."

 

"Like you, Mama?" you mutter, trying to hide the fear in your voice. Fiona turns around, as you finally see it, the purple hue buzzing around her eyes. "Just. Like. Me! Oh dear. What are you wearing, Claire? Go back upstairs and change. Now." The purple glowing in her eyes, bounces out of her eyes, and for the first time all these years, you now finally know. The way Mama kept you hushed, obedient. Why Dad let her back in this time. She was seizing control with magic. You inhale the sweet smell of lavender. "Okay, Mama." You turn to walk upstairs.

 

"Oh, Claire?" You turn back to her, as you feel her fist impale your stomach. You lurch down onto your knees in pain, looking at Dad. He's staring off into nothing, unresponsive. Fiona kicks you back into the wall, slamming your head against it as her foot forces you back.

 

"That's punishment, my love. Don't wear those silly looking clothes ever again. Tell those people slamming on my door to never come back here again. And don't you dare tell your father anything. Go to school now, little girl. I love you." She giggles, walking back into the kitchen.

 

The sound of static crackles in the air, as you lift yourself up, moving slowly upstairs to change. You do it, almost like you have lost all your free will, like you did three years ago, changing into a long skirt, sweater, braiding your hair back up, and switching your contacts out for glasses. The buzzing won't stop. Your face is in tears, and God fuck the pain hurts, and what hurts even more, is that this time, you have so much to lose. All you can think about is Sans, and how much you wish you could be in his arms right now 

Chapter 24: Let It Blossom

Notes:

i hate how i have to change the publication date for every chapter but this one is pretty long, enjoy pls ignore my poor grammar

Warning: Abuse, Choking

 

 

You get to your first class late, the one with Aster and Sans. Their eyes are glued to the lecture, maybe to focus on something other than you, and don't seem to notice you walk in. You take a seat in the back, where you used to before you had met the both of them. You stare off into space, trying to ignore the pain in your stomach. At some point, the class ends, and you don't notice, until you see Aster and Sans racing up to you. You don't hear any words from their mouths, until you finally click back into reality.

 

"What?," you mutter, maybe with a bit of an attitude.

 

"Claire, what happened, are you okay? Fuck. Sans, do you smell that?" Aster scrunches their nose.

 

"Lavender," you whisper, as your gaze meets Sans. You look at him, and your heart melts. You have missed him so much, but the words coming out of your mouth are not matching what's in your head or heart. He grabs your hand, and you snatch it away.

 

"Don't...touch me."

 

Sans face looks pained, and you want to cry. "claire, i'm so sorry. just tell me what i did wrong? i'll fix it. but i miss you, i miss you so much." Aster's face turns to pained, too, because they never thought they would hear Sans cry your name so desperately.

 

"Can you two just... leave me alone? Stop coming to my house. Stop talking to me. I don't want any friends, I never did. I want nothing to do with this anymore." Aster looks close to tears, as Sans stares into your pupils, as he sniffs in the smell of lavender. He strains his pupils, to focus hard enough, and he sees the magic buzzing in your eyes. You get up, pushing Aster aside, walking to your next class.

 

"God, fuck," Aster spits, wiping their face with their sleeve. "This is not good, she has completely fucking regressed. Oh my god, what happened to her?"

 

"magic. its magic, but not monster magic. monster magic doesn't go as far as mind manipulation. that's human magic. someone around her is forcing her regression. it's definitely not fucking good," Sans slumps down, squatting down towards the floor.

 

"What do we do, Sans?" Aster bites their nail.

 

"cynthia. we need to force cynthia's hand."

 

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There's no need to force Cynthia's hand, as the moment she saw Claire walking down the hallway, she knew. "Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck," she whispers at herself, running towards you, grabbing your shoulder. "Claire, what is going on?"

 

"Oh, Cynthia. How are you?" you give a smile.

 

"Claire, what's with the drab? What is going on?", she emphasizes again.

 

"Nothing. I just felt more comfortable like this," you begin to walk away, as Cynthia grabs onto your shoulder again.

 

"Claire-"

 

You hit her off, as the whole ground starts to shake, and the flicker of green appears in your eyes. Cynthia falls to the ground, as the other students shout 'earthquake'. It stops within a few seconds, as Cynthia is still on the floor, shaking a bit in fear.

"Don't touch me. Thank you," as you walk away, the green dissipating from your eyes.

 

Cynthia stands up, pulling out her phone to call Aster, and her hand is trembling. She dials their number after fumbling a few times. "Aster, fuck where are you now? I'm coming to you."

 

In a few minutes, Aster can see Cynthia come into few. Cynthia is out of breath, as she takes a minute to compose herself, Sans standing right next to Aster.

 

"you need to tell us-"

 

"It's her fucking mom."

 

Aster grabs onto Cynthia's shoulders, looking at her. "Cindy, her mom?"

 

"Her fucking mom. You know how Claire and I became friends? Because we both have abusive moms. Did she not tell you about her mom?"

 

"about fiona? no. joe did."

 

"He said that Fiona had left because of her mental health three years ago. Claire used to take care of her."

 

Cynthia takes a deep breath, "No. No, fuck. Fuck me. Please don't hate me, Claire. Fiona's been abusing Claire for years now. The whole reason why Fiona makes her wear what she's wearing today, is to hide the bruises and to force control over Claire. She would hit Claire everyday. Did she come back?"

 

"i-i don't-"

 

"God fuck, Sans. Go do your due diligence, please. Fucking get her out of there. Don't fuck this up, too." Cynthia says, very much out of pocket but Sans can't care. He leaves Cynthia and Aster there, Cynthia falling into Aster's arms, crying. Sans finds himself sitting on a tree near your house. He teleports closer to the windows, tree by tree. Finally, he pears into one of the windows on top of the second floor, as he sees a woman, walking back and forth through the hallways. The buzzing of magic and lavender fills the air, as she turns to look out the window, almost like she felt his presence. That's all he needed, as he teleports himself back to Cynthia and Aster.

 

"it's her. it's fiona." Cynthia cries a bit harder into Aster. This is hitting too hard to home for her, and the thought of someone hurting you is killing her even more. Aster holds onto her, as she digs her face into their neck.

 

"fuck, let me see-" No. He can't call Toriel, Toriel will just shove you into magic boot camp for God knows how long. He cant afford to bust in there all by himself, especially not knowing the extent of human magic, not with one HP.

 

"Sans, you need to just get her out of there! Don't let her stay there any longer!," Cynthia yells at him.

 

"you KNOW i can't do that, cynthia," the anger is visible in his voice. Obviously if he could just run in there, put an end to Fiona, he would. But hurting your mom or killing her as much as he wants to for putting her hands on you, he knows you wouldn't want that.

 

"Why the fuck not? You are more capable than anyone else here!"

 

"you know why! one wrong move and i'm dead! i have no idea what im dealing with here! i can't jump in without considering what could happen." Cynthia's mouth opens up as she quickly closes it, the sense of shame overflowing into her body.

 

"i just need to think, i'll figure this out," he turns away, quickly teleporting  himself back home again. He paces around his bedroom, as Aster and Cynthia are left alone in the middle of the university, trying to get their shit together.

 

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When you walk into the living room, you can see that Dad is not there. Fiona is planted in the same place as usual, as you set your bag down slowly approaching her.

 

"Joe went to work! I'm cooking dinner. I had the most wonderful day, how about you, Claire?" she smiles, turning to you as approaches you with a spatula in her hand. You try not to flinch as she pulls you into a hug, the smell of lavender is burning into your nose and through your insides. The buzzing is already around the house, maybe a mix of you and Fiona's unconscious magic. You knew to think more harder about what Frisk and Flowey said, but you pushed it into the back of your mind, maybe also because you thought you were just a regular human. You could never be that special, right?

 

You suddenly feel the wrap of arms around your neck, as you choke and gasp into the air. "Oh, sweetheart? Tell me. What was the skeleton doing around the house this morning? Peering into the windows? That's not good for me, my dear daughter", you scratch at her hands as she continues to grip harder around your neck. You feel like maybe this time she might actually kill you, and you feel the fear trickling along your skin.

 

Dad was right, you are too kind for your own good, maybe even foolish, and that's why you're here now. You didn't want the terrible burden of taking care of Fiona to call onto Dad, as he knew as well as you, that he wasn't able to handle it. He wasn't able to ever say no to Fiona, maybe because of her magic, and partly because he loved her. His first love, his wife, mother of his only child, and it wasn't within in him to give up on her. If it anyone was going to get hurt, you wanted it to be you rather then anyone else, because you knew you couldn't bare it. And you loved your mother, you know she has some good in her, and that's your issue, always giving her the benefit of the doubt, always giving her chances.

 

She never took them! She never improved! She never tried to get better. Why did you keep letting her hurt you, abuse you, keep letting her back in to manipulate you with whatever magic or whatever mentally hold she had over you?

 

She continues to strengthen her grip on your neck, as you snap out, you realize she's been talking to you for a while, but the blood rushing to your brain has her voiced hush as you focus on trying to breath. "You know, Claire. As soon as I found out I had this special ability, I tried my best to use it for good. But the more you didn't listen as a kid, the more you disobeyed me, the more I got angry at you and started to use it against you. You let me do whatever I wanted, and that made me feel powerful. I made you take care of me. I made you still love me even though I abused you, and made you my punching bag," she laughs as you feel yourself losing consciousness.

 

"Slowly after a while, I simply just started to lose my mind, and I loved it. The descent into madness was what I craved for so long. My brain is split between two. I sometimes get so sad, and I realize what I did was so terribly wrong, until I don't. Nothing compares to feeling in this control."

 

No. That's it, you were done. Done caring about your mother who didn't love you, and done being caught in this cycle of madness where you forgive, get hurt again and never do anything about it. Letting people push you around, letting people insult you for years.

 

You're able to get a sentence out between your chokes.

 

"Let...it...blossom."

 

A burst of magic fills the air, exploding throughout the house, and something tearing from the inside of your chest. Before you know it, Fiona's hands are off your neck, as she is suspended in the air, coiled in thick, thorny vines. You fall to the floor finally breathing, the soreness and pain of your neck emitting throughout your whole body.

 

You look at Fiona in fear. She seems to be passed out from the thorns slightly digging into her skin, and maybe from the burst of magic she was just whipped into you. Your mind finally feels clear, but when you look up, you see something floating right in front of you, a glowing a beautiful emerald green, in the shape of a heart.

 

"What is that? Oh, God," you move back as it follows you. You look around, the whole house covered in vines and lush. You don't know what comes over you, as in fear, you shoot up, making a dash towards the door, bursting through it outside. The emerald green heart is still shining in front of you, as everything outside is growing and turning into large amounts of lush and vines, that is covering all of the houses and making a jungle out of the whole neighborhood.

 

You run down the street, everything being overcome with vines and grass. You start to cry as you turn into a nearby forest, trying to not turn the rest of the neighborhood into a mess of jungle. Eventually you stop deep into the forest, everything that you past turning into a complete overgrown mess.

 

"Oh, God, no, no, no! What did I do? I'm so stupid," you shout to yourself.

 

"What is wrong with me? How can I even do this? What made me like this?" you can't stop your babbling as your voice echoes throughout the forest. "I just want this to end, please. Just let me disappear from all of this," you shout again. And the last thing you remember seeing was vines as they encased you into a soft bubble of lush, as your consciousness quickly fades, falling asleep wrapped in warm vines, the heart still pulsing out of your body.

Chapter 25: You Piece Of Shit

Notes:

hi im not dead just unmotivated

Sans paces his around his room, trying to rack his brain around what he can do to get you out of there, but not possibly risk his life. He's one of the smartest people in this world, especially about SOULs and magic, but somehow he can't get to a solution or answer, maybe because the panic of your situation is setting in. He's angry. He's sad that you didn't tell him. He throws his skull into the palm of his bone-hand.

 

"fuck-" he mutters, until his phone starts buzzing in his pocket. It's Aster. He holds it up to where his ears would be, and answers

 

"aster, listen, i'm trying to figure this shit out-" he starts, Aster interrupting him before he can get any word out. "Enough! Teleport to Claire's house, now. Cindy and I decided to stop by, we were all like 'Fuck magic'-" they stop ranting to collect themselves, "Anyways- on track but it's like...really bad. There's vines and cops everywhere and the monster queen and that little ambassador kid is here."

 

Sans takes no time to teleport in front of your house, still on the phone with Aster. Aster turns to their side, jumping at his sudden appearance as they hang up the call and shove their phone back into their back pocket. Cynthia is sitting down on the curb, as she mutters, "Geez, Claire. Way to show off."

 

Sans runs up to the front of your house, Joe at the top of the porch coming into his vision. Cynthia jumps up from the curb, her and Aster following him. The police men try to give them a hard time, but Toriel waves Sans over, allowing the three of them to run up the porch. Joe is sitting there with his head in his hands, slouching over on one of the chairs that were there previously.

 

"Hello, Sans. I'm grateful you're here, as I was going to call you. It seems like this time, we might need your assistance." To Sans's surprise, a familiar fish bursts through the front door, stomping her feet down in anger in the porch.

 

"GAH! My spears can't cut through these vines for SHIT!," she yells, almost about to punch door off the hinge. "Undyne, language!," Toriel clenches her teeth, as Undyne continues to spit out curse words. It takes her a few minutes to notices Sans, as she screams, "YOOOO! SUP, BONE-HEAD! What brings you here?"

 

"'dyne, tori, whats going on here? what happened to claire?" they both hear the desperation in his voice, Joe still processing everything happening.

 

"It seems like Ms. Claire is missing. We came here on a report of a sudden appearance of magic, and as you can see, half of the neighborhood is trapped in complete vines. It seems like the electricity has been interrupted as well, causing a little bit of havoc," Toriel explains as she walks a little bit more towards Sans. "Fi is trapped in there," Joe whispers as he wipes the sweat off his face with his palm.

 

"I tried to break the vines with my spears, but the intent behind the magic is too powerful! This Claire or whoever the hell did this must really not want anyone to go in there," Undyne scratches the back of her head, her cropped black tank top pulling up as eventually crosses her arms.

 

"Dude...this fish is so fucking cool..." Aster whispers from behind Sans.

 

"Sorry lil' dude. I'm taken. And Cyn here's too? I thought you guys kicked the bucket a while ago!," Undyne continues to yap. Cynthia scrunches her face, "We did, fish cake. More importantly, can we please get back on track? We need to find Claire as soon as possible."

 

"Yes, yes," Toriel interrupts. "It seems like wherever Ms. Claire ran to is followed by the lush and vines she created when she ran away. It leads into the forest, so I suggest we follow her as quick as possible."

 

"i'm coming with," Sans pushes himself into the search, he can't sit back here waiting for something to happen.  "I'm coming, too," Aster's face is full of determination, and Sans can't stop them now.

 

"Then, let us make haste! Come on, child. We might need your help", Toriel grabs Frisk's hand, them looking kinda reluctant, the group moving forward towards the trail of lush and vines you left behind. Sans and the group approach the entrance of the forest slowly, Joe and Cynthia trailing behind. Sans feels the flickers of magic in the air, the scent of flowers and green apples overflowing in his nose, and it comforts him in a way. It smells like you, almost like he can feel you the more he walks against the waves of magic.

 

"I can't believe this happened...What even the hell is going on?", Joe whispers as he steps over vines and roots that you have bursted through the ground. Cynthia stops in her tracks. "What do you mean, why this happen, Joe?", everyone stops, turning around to look at Cynthia and her sudden burst of emotion in her voice.

 

"What are you getting sassy with me for, girl-"

 

"You fool!," she screams at him. "What kind of father lets his daughters abuser back into the house! You know she was never going to change! You know what she was up to!" Joe's mouth opens as he goes to speak, and immediately shuts down, as he looks up towards the sky in shame. The birds begin to sign throughout the forest, as everyone sits in silence. "May I ask what is going on here?", Toriel speaks up, trying to gain some insight into the situation. Maybe that will explain the sudden burst of magic throughout the neighborhood.

 

Sans shoves his hands in the pocket of his hoodie, "tori, claire's mom, fiona, has been an active magic user."

 

"Oh, dear," she raises her hands up to her mouth.

 

"mind control it seems. a different type of magic that hasn't been known to monsters in years. just humans when they actually knew they could use it. fiona...has been controlling claire since she was a child, using her magic to abuse claire." Joe looks at Sans, in surprise and shock, unsure of what's going on.

 

"i looked into claire's eyes today, and saw the buzzing of purple magic in her eyes. i think she's been doing the same to joe, too. which is why she keeps worming her way back inside to hurt claire."

 

"I cannot imagine as a mother, using magic to hurt their child," Toriel eyes seep out anger, as Aster keeps their head down.

 

"I feel so ashamed of myself. I let it happen again," Joe sighs into the palm of his hands.

 

"Joe, none of that was your fault," Aster pipes up. "You were under control by something you didn't even know existed."

 

"No... I always knew something was wrong. The gaps in my memories, suddenly appearing somewhere then back elsewhere. I should have just kept the door closed when I saw her at the porch. But, my love for her always has been my weakness. I can't help but love my Fi."

 

"But...more then Fi, I love my daughter even more. My only daughter. I've been gone and neglected her for so many years, because I couldn't deal with my damn feelings. I couldn't protect my daughter from the woman I loved. The woman I loved and trusted was hurtin' my daughter. I couldn't accept that. Now, I can. No more of this bullshit and manipulation." He walks forward, eyebrows burrowed. "Let's go find my Claire."

 

Toriel gives a chuckle as she walks next to Joe, whispering, "Human determination is so extraordinary."

 

"Isn't it, mom?" Frisk giggles, grabbing onto the fuzzy goat's arm." Toriel pats their head, as Sans can feel the bursts of magic getting more powerful, the lush and roots becoming more powerful the quicker the group approaches. "Mom, Sans, do you see that?" Frisk whispers, pointing to the huge ball of vines in the distance.   Toriel nods her head, Sans picking up the pace, Undyne following after him. "Wait up, you lazy bonehead! What's this human got you all pent up for?" Undyne nudges him, approaching his side.

 

"she's my person. my favorite person."

 

Cynthia's eyes flicker to the back of his skull, giving a soft smile, then looking at Aster whose eyes are plastered on her face. Maybe, Aster could be her person. She wants Aster to be her person.  "You and these human girlfriends!", Sans slaps the back of Undyne's head with a bone he conjured with his magic. Aster's face widens in shock, wondering what else this stupid skeleton can do, Cynthia giving a slight giggle.

 

Finally, the group approaches the ball of vines, the smell of flowers and green apples reaching the height of its strong scent. He walks up, resting his hand on top of the ball, resting his forehead on the surging magical vines. "she's here...i know it."

 

"Well you dork! How the hell are you going to get her out!," Undyne shouts, Toriel shushing her by putting her hands on her shoulder. Everyone quiets down in a hush, as Sans focuses his forehead on the vines. Such beautiful magic, overflowing into his body, and he feels you. He feels the hints of pain overflowing in your magic.

 

"maybe if i..." he whispers to himself, channeling his magic through the palms of his hands that rest on the vines. The magic sparks as the vines slowly open, Sans unexpectedly falling into the opening he made, almost as if the vines responded to his magic. It knew who he was, and gracefully opened to his presence. The vines close behind him as he looks at the floor of the vine room, you sleeping as your SOUL hovers over your body.

 

"such a beautiful emerald green...," he slowly approaches you, sitting down next to your sleeping body, setting your head on top of his boney lap. He knows you're gonna joke about it later. "pretty lady... your SOUL's been out for too long. that's too much stress on your body..."

 

Your expression becomes pained as you sleep, unable to open your eyes. Your SOUL wisps around Sans, him following it around with his head as it descends down, placing itself in front of him. "claire?", he whispers, going to cup your SOUL into his hands. It pulses, almost like it's telling him to touch it.

 

And he does, as the world shrinks behind him, like it would when he's teleporting. Suddenly, his vision turns into something completely different from the room of vines you created. He turns his head, to see you standing next to him, as you look at him, smiling sadly. It takes him a few minutes to realize that he's inside of your SOUL, watching your memories play like a record in front of him. He can feel wind from the different memories that flicker quickly in front of him, as you grab his hand, and it's almost like he can understand your every word. "i would never leave you, no matter what i see. i promise." He holds your hand firmer, as you both turn your heads, watching the memories of your SOUL.

 

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"Mama!", you yell, running up the familiar stairs of your house. You were a bit shorter, maybe 13 or 14, throwing your bag down in front of the door, and slipping off your shoes that were covered in mud from the weather yesterday. You run upstairs to Mama and Dad's shared room, jumping into the bed that she is sleeping in. You frown at the nightstand as you saw she didn't eat any of the oatmeal you made for her, like usual when she's like this, but eventually she'll eat.

 

"Claire..." she whispers from under the covers. You rub her back gently so she knows you're there. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for hitting you so hard yesterday."

 

Magic hisses. "It's okay, Mama. I'll always love you, no matter what."

 

"Promise?"

 

"I promise."

 

~~~~~~~~~

 

The memory wisps away, as now you sit on the couch, Dad taking a polaroid photo of you in your high school uniform. Fiona had put you in a catholic high school, your growing beauty becoming the root of her insecurities and fears. That was just another way of her to gain control over you. She never targeted your face though, despite her newfound hatred and insults she hurls at you constantly. "My two beautiful girls! My Claire, doin' so well at school. You are following in your Mama's footsteps."

 

You give a soft smile, "Yes, Dad. I'm going off to college next year."

 

"Nowhere too far, now!," Fiona's eyes burn into your face, the hatred seething through, spiking pain throughout your heart and body. "Yeah, of course. I would never leave you two."

 

When everyone leaves the room, you shed a couple tears, a fake smile plastered all over your face. It's not like at this point you had any dreams, but if you did, it was to get out of her. Fiona was never going to let that happen.

 

 

~~~~~~~~~~~

 

"Mama...?" you approach Fiona softly from behind.

 

"What?", she scowls furiously chopping at the cutting board in front of her.

 

"I was invited to prom...by someone I like. Is it okay if I go?" You pray. This could go both of two ways, and you pray it will go good. You've never believed in any higher being, which is probably why praying never has worked. So why would it work this time?

 

Fiona throws the knife down as hard as she could, running towards you, you try to move back but she's too fast, as the heat of her palm meets your face. You flinch and fall down at the amount of power she had thrown into that slap. You land on your back, moving backwards as she pulls you up grabbing your hair with her fist.

 

Sans grows sick. You tense up, wordless as the tears spread down your face.

 

"How dare you, Claire?", Fiona starts, pulling her fist of your hair up. You cry out in pain as you try to lift yourself up to alleviate the pain, but she kicks you back down. "Why would you ever think that anyone would want to go with you? They are just trying to trick you." You cry, unable to say anything back to her.

 

"I know, Mama. I know I'm not all that pretty, and I'm drabby, but he said-"

 

"Ha! You said it yourself. No one likes you, Claire. I'm the only one who really loves you, and have your best interests in mind here. No one would ever love you. You are weak, frail, disgusting, gloomy...you would just get bullied. You don't want to end up like 'Carrie'."

 

"Stop trying to socialize with anyone at school. You don't need friends. Boyfriends. You have me. Your Mama." She lets go of your hair, and you cry out in relief.

 

"Yes, Mama. I'm sorry."

 

"Don't ask again."

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

Sans realizes that everything is grey. Almost like none of those memories were in color. There was no happiness there, and it's almost like Fiona was depriving your heart and SOUL of all the beautiful colors that make up memories. You've experience all of your life in black and white, the days blurring by, hoping for an escape, something more.

 

Today was especially as bad and torturous. Fiona had found you trying on a prom dress you had snuck in your room. You thought you were alone, but Fiona always had a one up on you, like she always knew what you were doing. It wasn't until later that Dad did a full sweep of your room that he found a nani camera stashed away in your room. He cried that day, realizing the full extent of the abuse you were put through. It didn't sink of you until months of processing, but it was worst then it seems. And that scared you.

 

The day Fiona found the prom dress was the day that Dad had found you in the bathroom. Your thoughts of that day echo throughout the memory.

 

I'm worthless. I always will be. I'll never leave here. I'll never be happy. No one will ever love me.

 

Maybe I should just die?

 

"no!," Sans turns to you, the pain is written across your face, as the tears pour down your face. He cups your face between his palms, feeling the softness of his bones. How beautiful he is, monsters are truly magnificent creatures. How handsome this skeleton is.

 

"i love you. so i know that will never be true."

 

"You...love me?", you whisper to him.

 

"i have been falling so fucking hard in love with you, claire. everything you do makes me melt. im melting like butter within your hands, all the damn time. every turn you make, every time you laugh, every time you touch me."

 

"Why me? Why?," you whimper, Fiona's words echoing throughout the spaces in between your SOUL's memories.

 

"you're so beautiful, claire. how could i not fall in love with you? you're so talented. the way you sing, dance, the way you brighten up the world with your smile. i want to be with you. i never want you to say you're not worthy of any good things. you do so much for everyone around you, for me. so, stay with me. be happy with me."

 

Suddenly, the memories that were playing in black and white shatter and crack, the shards of them turning into beautiful sparkles of rainbows and emotions. The next thing that plays in front of you is the day that Sans has sat next to you the first time, and every beautiful color known paints the scene in a lovely brightness that you never knew existed.

 

Sans sees the way you look at him, the way the world became so vibrant since that day you met him. The way you worried for him when he was going through the worst phase of his relationship with Cynthia, and the immense amount of joy you felt sleeping next to Papyrus, singing on his shoulders. The day that Aster embraced you, calling you beautiful, and the way their long black haired danced around in the sunlight. Cynthia, how beautiful she looked that day, crying next to you, and the way her eyes glistened in happiness when she looked at you. Every beautiful feeling you felt these past weeks surged through his body.

 

The feeling of fireworks surge throughout your body as you gaze deeply into Sans. You sigh heavily, almost like a weight lifting off your shoulders. And you feel it almost gravitating towards him, the emerald green inside of you screaming what has been true to you, maybe since the day you met him. You chuckle, feeling silly at how long it took you to realize it.

 

"You have given me so much. You've given me a family, friends, and a place to call home. You've inspired me and motivated me to stand on stage. To dream, to hope, to achieve. I..." you whisper gently. "I love you, too! More than anyone in this whole world! I never want to leave your side!," you shout as you throw your arms over his neck and into an embrace, as he grabs your waist, spinning you around.

 

"it's a done deal then, pretty lady. you're mine. no getting out of this one." You giggle, the world pulling around as you both open your eyes, finding yourself lying on his lap, tears falling from your face as you move your arm up to touch his face. The vines slowly retract, as it opens up to the soft breeze of the forest. Everyone gasps as you they run up to you, Aster and Cynthia head first.

 

"You did, you stupid asshole!," Aster shouts, throwing themselves to the ground next to you. They catch a glimpse of your emerald SOUL, slowly entering back into your chest. Cynthia hugs Aster, crying. "Geez, Claire! You gave us a scare." You smile softly, your body feeling so raw that you don't dare move an inch. However, the reunion is short lived, until you hear the stomping of feet and the rustle of guns approaching the forest.

 

The voices approach in mere seconds, Toriel and Frisk whipping around in anger. "tori, what's going on?" Sans holds onto you, the feeling of fear in the air. The humans stop at the group, guns pointing at you and Sans. Another human, who almost looks like Jack Krauser from Resident Evil, approaches from the group of men.

 

Aster shouts, "Holy shit! Is that Jack Krauser from Resident Evil?" Cynthia slaps her face with her palm, stifling a giggle. Sans eyebrow bones burrow, his expression becoming protective. He holds onto you, lifting you up as you weakly look at the blonde haired man in a red beret.

 

Toriel crosses her arms, clearing her voice. "Jack. How wonderful it is to see you again. What can we do to help you?"

 

Cynthia whispers to Aster, "Holy fuck? It is Jack Krauser."

 

"can you two stop fuckin' around?" Sans bites back a little laugh as well, but he's more on guard than he is comedic, so he keeps up the facade.

 

"Toriel. Where's the human? You know not to interfere with my work."

 

Toriel sighs. "You know you are not to be here, Jack! Asgore is supposed to be handling this, not you! Just another one of your unfair advantages."

 

It doesn't take Jack much time to see you weakly being propped up by Sans, and mostly the small residue of vines left over around you, Undyne taking out her spears. "I hate this stupid little man," she whispers. Sans eyes flickers blue, as you touch his cheek bone with your hand, shaking your head.   "It's okay...", you whisper. "It was me who covered the town in vines." You sit up as best as you can, and onto your knees.

 

"Ms. Claire, no!," Frisk shouts, as Jack approaches you. Sans sweats, as he stares at you. What the hell are you doing? If you fully admit it, you will get taken to the magic detention camp. Who knows when the next time he'll see you will be?

 

Jack approaches you, kneeling down to you, everyone looking as if they are ready to jump on him if he hurts you. "I am Jack Graham, supervisor of the Magic Training Initiative. Ms. Claire, I'm afraid I will have to take you back with me to the training camp. You have awakened to magic abilities. You are a public safety risk." He puts a device over your hands and one that covers your mouth as well, and you shiver at the coldness of the devices. Sans jumps up, Joe also inferring.

 

"what the hell do you think your doing?!?" he shouts, Joe following up, "Don't you dare hurt my daughter!"

 

"This is necessary. She must be trained at the Ebott training facility. She risks harming other humans and monsters with the magical instability." The annoyance flickers through Jack's face. Toriel and Undyne are mad, and it's clear they both hate this guy.

 

Toriel tries to mitigate the situation, as Jack pulls you up from the device covering your hands. You wobble at the sudden jolt up, still being unable to stand up too well. "Sans, Joe, listen. Asgore will be there, and Undyne is one of the trainers there. I will follow up with Asgore, and make sure she is safe, and paired up with Undyne. Undyne will take care of her, and be under Alphys's care. As soon as we leave the forest I will call him. But for her safety, we must let her go with Jack."

 

You nod your head, unable to speak due to the device Jack put around your mouth. Maybe it's because a lot of humans are able to use magic by their voice, like Fiona. You understand the safety precautions, as Jack leads you away from the group with the device. Sans reaches out to you, worry over his face. You can't say anything because of the device, but you hope the feelings in your eyes reach him.

 

"claire! claire- fuck! i'll see you soon, i promise. i love you!," he shouts after you. You nod your head, tears falling, as you turn around again, facing forward. Sans panics, he doesn't know what is at that 'magic training facility', and he doesn't trust this fucking Jack guy at all. Sans shoulders jump at the sudden thought of a truly devious idea. He's going to get his shit handed to him by Aster, but he points to them.

 

"wait, jack. you're forgetting another one."

 

Aster's eyes go red, turning to his pointing finger. "You fucking piece of shit...," they whisper, Cynthia grabbing their hand in fear.

 

"What is he talking about, Aster?", Cynthia pulls at their arm.

 

"I'm sorry, Cindy. Looks like we're going to have to figure out our sudden romance at another time."

 

"What? Aster-"

 

"the power of determination, energy surges and mind linking." Jack chuckles, a human pulling Cynthia away from Aster, throwing the same devices over Aster. "I can smell the magic all over you. Determination, huh? Same as our ambassador over here. What trouble you are."

 

Aster's eyebrows burrow, looking towards Sans. They are definitely killing him after this is all over, Aster taking their place next to you. "Toriel, please do accompany me to the training center, since you will talk with Asgore regardless. The ambassador may tag along as well."

 

Toriel's shoulders tense, as they grab Frisk's hand. "Ugh..." they sigh, as they tighten their grip around Toriel's hand. The soliders usher you and Aster away, Toriel and Frisk following behind. "Do not worry, Mr. Joe. I will make sure your daughter is left in good hands. I will make sure Aster stays with her, as well." Aster looks at you, and they think this is the best outcome. They have known something was wrong for a while now, and at least they were going to be there with you to figure it. You walk away from the forest, turning your head back to look at Sans, until he slowly fades from your vision.

 

Thus begins your magical training arc.

 

Chapter 26: Fucking Sugar In This Oatmeal

Notes:

hi besties

"Fuck! Can I at least get some sugar in this fucking oatmeal?," Aster shouts, throwing the spoon down at the ugly colored beige bowl. "I'm basically in fucking prison." You chuckle at Aster's rant, but it basically is true.

 

This IS prison.

 

It literally is an old prison. A bit more defined and renovated for people to have basic freedoms, but still heavily guarded, and the doors being made of complete metal. The walls are a dingy yellow, the cafeteria chair you are sitting being made of more hard, cold metal. The AC'e are kicking in here, but at least when the summer comes you know you won't be sweating your ass off by the heat.

 

You chew at the oatmeal slowly, not having much of an appetite since you got here. It's been about a week, and no one has met with you since then. There was supposed to be tests being done, but there's only one doctor who specializes in everything magic that works here, Dr. Alphys, who seemingly has her hands tied with an influx of humans entering the center.

 

You sigh, as contact with everyone outside is limited. No phone calls to anyone but family. Dad has been calling you and leaving you updates, especially about what happened to Fiona after the incident. When you had came out of the encasement of vines, seemingly everything was able to return back to normal. Which meant Fiona was released from the vines you had trapped her into.

 

Dad had apologized over and over again for his negligence, but you waved it off. It wasn't his fault after all. Fiona was luckily still alive, which you were able to breathe another sigh of relief. Turns out that Jack had also caught onto Fiona after the incident, but because of her ability and the fact that she used magic to hurt another person, Jack was able to push for her to be incarcerated at another section of the training center. Apparently people who use magic to commit crimes have a whole other process that Ebott City is currently still fleshing out on. The fact that she's nearby gives you slight discomfort, but you push it to the side, knowing you most likely won't see her again. You're okay with that.

 

"Fuck! Stupid skeleton. Fuck!," Aster keeps mumbling under their breath. "Speaking of skeleton," you see the curvy devious smirk on their face, knowing you can't dodge the question much longer. "i love you. He said!" Aster cackles, you wondering how they managed to speak in lowercase.

 

You blush, covering your hands with your face, "Oh stars, don't tease me. I love him, too! It was like fireworks in my chest when he told me he loved me too." You gush over the moment, as it has been playing constant in your head over and over again.

 

"So, are you two dating now?" Aster questions. Wait...are you? That was never established, right?

 

"Um...I don't know? He said I was his. But...he never said I was his girlfriend?! I don't know?," you rant out, trying to figure out what it means, not sure when you'll get out of here to hear an answer. "What about you, silly? I heard what you said to Cynthia."

 

Aster reflects on the time when Cynthia was sitting with them on the balcony. Your mentioning of fireworks was clinging to Aster's mind, knowing they felt it too that night. So, is that what it is? Love? But Aster barely knows anything about the girl! Or do they? Aster shakes their head back and forth, throwing it into their hands.

 

"I have no idea how I feel! You said fireworks, I felt fireworks, too! I honestly don't really know her," Aster shouts in confusion.

 

"Love at...sixth sight?," you swoon at Aster, Aster slightly blushing. Aster had all the time to think about it and figure it out. You two sit at the table, trying to stomach the rest of the shitty food, as a lizard monster in a lab coat slowly approaches your table. "U-um!", she shouts, you two looking at her slowly.

 

"H-Hello! I am Dr. Alphys, a-and I will be doing your i-intial intake! I apologize for t-taking so long as I have been pretty loaded...with t-tons of work..," she shys, scratching the back of her head with her claw. "Queen T-Toriel gave me strict instructions t-to keep you both together at all t-times, so if you'd come with me..."

 

"Sure." Aster quickly shoots up, you quickly following Dr. Alphys off to an examination room. When you enter in, there's a tons of medical equipment and machines you've never seen before.

 

"Wow! What are all these machines?" You gasp walking into the cold room, Alphys gesturing you to sit down on the examination table. "O-oh! Just machines to read your SOUL power...magic output..."

 

Aster leans against the wall. "Are these all stuff made in the Underground when you guys lived down there?"

 

"Y-yes! One of my colleagues and I made them. T-they been extremely helpful, especially now." Alphys grabs a rolling chair and moves towards the examination table you're sitting on. "I-I will do a physical and a f-few tests on you. N-nothing will hurt, I promise!" Alphys stutters, as she slowly examines your body. She takes her time, getting up to lightly touch her stethoscope to your chest. "S-so.. Undyne told me y-your Sans is new g-g-girlfriend?," Alphys starts up. Aster snickers in the back, your face growing stone cold.

 

"Ha! This girl doesn't even know herself! Everything happened so fast a week ago, she's been second guessing herself all morning."

 

"O-oh dear. I can understand that. I w-woke up every morning when Undyne and I started d-dating." She starts to blush, "I w-was always thinking, 'Oh My God! I-Is This Real!" she smiles a bit, reminiscing back to a year ago, when they first reached the surface.

 

"How wonderful!," you smile at Alphys. "Undyne is so wonderful, and you have been so nice to me. I'm sure you two get along so well. I can't wait to see you both together one day. It's true I know Sans. I have grown to have love him so much. I...I miss him so much," your voice grows sad, a large shift from the excitement. You look down at your knees sadly, "I'm sorry. I think it just set it how much I missed him. We didn't exactly get to spend much time together after confessing our feelings to each other. I probably won't see him for a long time."

 

Aster tsks, "Yeah. I probably won't see my girl toy for a while either."

 

Your face srunches at Aster calling Cynthia a girl toy, "Hey! Figure out your own feelings first!," you shout out them, Alphys lightly giggling at the bickering. Aster lets out a 'hmph', turning their head away from you.

 

"N-now, Ms. Claire. I apologize f-for asking, but c-can...can you take off your c-clothes for me?" Alphys says shyly. "I'm g-going to assess for any physical markings or damage you m-might have from using magic."

 

You nod, standing up to take off your clothes, leaving your bra and underwear on, Aster slightly blushing and keeping their head down. Even though they've moved past those fluttering feelings for you, it still didn't change the fact you were a beautiful woman. Aster LOVES beautiful women. Against their best judgement, they peek a bit, and they see Alphys following their little claws around the curves of your body. Damn, Sans is lucky. What a beauty you are, especially the body you've been hiding underneath the style choice Aster had chose for you. "I shoulda picked out a better style," Aster tsks again, whispering to themselves.

 

"What's wrong, Aster?", you smile towards them, as Alphys turns you around, starting to look from your legs and up towards your back.

 

"You have a great body."

 

"Thank you! That is nice of you to say!," you giggle, Aster turning their head away again, closing their eyes. Alphys trails their claws along your back, feeling your spine, her face growing with questions "Can you lift up your hair for me, M-Ms. Claire?" You follow her instructions.

 

"Hm...M-Ms. Claire? H-have you gone through many traumatic m-moments recently?" Alphys questions. You nod to her, not going into much detail about Fiona. "I-I see. I know you have a form of plant m-magic. L-looking at your back it seems as if...there's vines branching out from your spine. C-completely harmless, I a-assume! Most likely just stress reflecting onto your body..."

 

Alphys takes a photo of your back on your phone to show you. You look at the green vine-like veins branching out on your back. You shiver at the sight of it. "Flowey really meant I was full of vines!," you mumble, frowning. Alphys sighs at the name of the flower, quickly shaking it off. "W-well, I'll refer you to the training c-centers counselor. S-she's great!" Maybe therapy will be good for you, so you give it the benefit of the doubt for now.

 

"N-next is Aster!," Alphys shouts, Aster taking your place as you drag on the old, ugly training center uniform. Aster gets the same old physical done. You stand behind them as they undress, Aster feeling kinda shy. They are not used to showing off much skin, and being in this position causes a bit of discomfort. Alphys lightly touches Aster, as Aster keeps their eyes shut. You sense Aster's sudden shift in mood, so you slowly reach up your hands to their waist, giving them a quick tickle at the sides.

 

They lurch around, Alphys moving back suddenly at the sudden surprise, Aster giggling. "Hey! What was that for?" they whip around towards you.

 

"You don't have to be worried or scared about anything. I'll stand in front of you, so just look at me," you reply back, hoping it might ease their anxiety a bit. Aster smiles back at you, giving a deep breath and exhaling. You stand in front of them, as they look at you, letting the anxiety slowly fade away. The exam is over fairly fast, Aster quickly dressing up again as Alphys notes nothing wrong with Aster. Next is stepping into the big machines.

 

"T-these machines will give me details on your SOULs by m-measuring your magic output. Y-you just have to stand and let it perform its analysis." The machine looms over you, you giving a slight wince at how overwhelming it looks. Alphys can notice your hesitancy, as she continues to explain. "You know..., my old lab p-partner, Dr. Sans Serif d-designed this machine with me. If it gives you a-any less of a w-worry." You smile, jumping straight in.

 

"Simple-minded nut..." Aster mumbles under a chuckle. The machine whips and swirls in noise, as you chit chat with Alphys. "How amazing! Sans didn't tell me much about his work. I can't believe he designed this. He must be super smart."

 

"D-didn't he tell y-you he has a docorate?" Alphys questions through her stutter.

 

"Yes, but he didn't explain much about it. I will certainly ask him once I get home. I hope it might be soon."

 

Alphys frowns, looking down, "I d-don't think any time soon...Many p-people have been here for weeks now."

 

Your face gets sullen, as your mind picks out many things and insecurities as you're away from the world. You finally got a role in a play, and now you might not be able to even do it. You forgot about school in general! And Dad, he must be so lonely. And Sans! Your heart thumps in worry as the machine slowly comes to a hush, beeping as Alphys puts up the report on the screen.

 

She chuckles in excitement, "H-how wonderful! P-plant magic is surely your main skill, which is growing and accelerating the growth of any type of plant, and y-you have some others as well. A passive skill y-you have is healing through cooking. Which m-means you  have healing magic, too! L-lastly, you have the ability to control vines at your w-will, and your thorns have the ability to instill karmatic d-damage, which is s-similar a poison that s-slowy zaps your health! Truly a r-rare skill, I only k-know one other person who can use that!"

 

You step out of the machine, looking at the same screen. Claire, LV 1. 20/20 HP. You point to the text, Alphys piping up, "You will learn all of that in Asgore's initiative c-classes!" Aster steps up to the machine, arms crossed. You think maybe they want to get this over with. After all, them being here was a sudden betrayal by Sans, which they definitely are not happy about. The machine whips and swirls again, quickly coming to a stop. Alphys reads the screen, "You're really cool too, A-Aster! Because you have the SOUL of determination, you can use it to give yourself a strength and energy boost. Y-you can also mind link with others, and h-have really great agility."

 

"Sounds like me. I've been getting bursts of energy especially when I'm running track. Probably because I'm so determined to win and get to championships. Which won't happen...because I'm here." You see their face grow with anger, and almost sorrow. You put your head down in guilt.

 

"W-well, I will talk with King A-Asgore. I will see if I can get y-you an early leave...depending on your progress. So, j-just work hard! Pass all your tests and do good in training."

 

 

Alphys ushers you both out, as she still has a few intakes to do today. You and Aster slowly walk back to your dorm? Cell? You don't know what to call it. But you face towards their back, looking down as you walk. You stop, as Aster walks forward, you opening your mouth up to speak.

 

"I'm sorry."

 

Aster stops turning around to you. "Huh?" they say quietly, as you continue to look down, not meeting their gaze.

 

"I know you don't want to be here. It's my fault...for Sans doing that. I know he did it because he was scared of me being alone. And now I dragged you here, and you're missing so much."

 

Aster sighs, scratching the back of their head. Their hair is down from the usual ponytail, their black hair falling down to the bottom of their back. "Listen...I was going to get caught sooner or later. It's better now than later, because I get to be here with you. I'd rather be here with you than alone, because I know I would go insane. You being here calms me down...so don't overthink it."

 

You begin to tear up as you look up to them, "I keep overthinking about so much. My mom... Dad...Sans. So many things have happened, and I feel so guilty. I messed up so much. And I don't even know if I have a boyfriend! I never had a boyfriend before! What if he finds someone else?"

 

Aster walks towards you, dragging your head with their hand towards their chest. "You're silly. That skeleton is balls in love with you, if he had any. You don't need to feel guilty about anything, Claire. You were getting hurt and you protected yourself from the person hurting you, regardless of her being your mother. I know it'll be hard not talking to Sans, but trust me he's probably slamming his head against the wall thinking about you."

 

You give out a laugh, wiping your tears with Aster's shirt. You two walk back to your dorm, both getting mentally prepared for the start of classes and training tomorrow.

 

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Sans slams his head down onto the cafeteria table. It's cold to the touch, and there's a mustard stain almost touching his cheek bone. Disgusting. He truly does hate mustard. Cynthia sits across from him, and he swears he can see her life force slowly slipping out from her mouth that is open, as she stares off into nothingness of the cafeteria ceiling.

 

"are you feeling the same way i'm feeling?", he mumbles, moving away from the mustard.

 

She grunts. "Yup."

 

"you and aster, how'd that happen?" he questions. It came at a bit of a surprise.

 

"Nothing happened yet. We were too busy with Claire to talk about it. I wish we could have talked about it, because not knowing right now is killing me."

 

"not knowing about claire is killing me right now, too."

 

"At least you told her you loved her before she was swept off by honcho Jack Krauser. Are you two dating now?" she mumbles, her cheek pressing against the table making her voice a bit jumbled.

 

Sans thinks for a minute. He said 'You're mine', but there wasn't enough time to even ask you to be your boyfriend. But he said 'I love you', so you two must be dating? "fuck...i didn't even ask..." he groans, yours and his thoughts syncing up.

 

"You dumbass..." Cynthia chuckles, as Papyrus slams his tray down onto the table, Sans and Cynthia not even bothering to flinch. "YOU TWO! STOP ALL THIS SULKING! LOOK AT THE GREAT PAPYRUS, I WASN'T EVEN THERE, COOKING QUICHE AND I'M PERFECTLY FINE!" he shouts, oblivious to why the two are sad.

 

"Have you ever been in love before, Papyrus?", Cynthia questions, hoping to start a train of thought for the taller skeleton for him to understand.

 

"NO! I HAVE YET TO MEET MY SPECIAL PERSON! BUT I COMPLETELY UNDERSTAND! YOU TWO MISS MS. CLAIRE AND ASTER, BECAUSE YOU LOVE THEM! BUT THEY WOULD NOT BE HAPPY WITH YOU SULKING ALL DAY. YOU SHOULD TRY YOUR BEST TO BE ACTIVE AS YOU WAIT THEIR RETURN!" he shouts.

 

Cynthia lifts her head up from the table, the spot on her cheek blazing a bright red from keeping it there for too long. She gets up, grabbing her bag, "I can't believe Jack Krauser stole my love interest and now I have to knit and shit until they come back from war. Fucking parasite eater."

 

Sans chuckles, keeping his head down. "i'll sleep the whole time, thanks though, paps." Papyrus scoffs at him, eating some of his pasta. Cynthia walks away, the despair oozing off her body.

 

Sans closes his eyes. Too long. His SOUL wretches in loneliness, the pain of you not being here is taking over his body. It's only been a week. He doesn't know how much longer he can take.

Chapter 27: Can You Stop Judging Yourself?

Notes:

i got norovirus, i wouldnt wish that on my worst enemy but I was really into writing this until i croaked out. but i have another chapter written up so it'll be a more consistent update

pls ignore all grammar mistakes lol

Sans being alone was never an issue for him, especially in the Underground. He had Papyrus, and that's all he really needed. Relationships, sex, other things were never a necessity for him, and quite frankly he was too lazy to even bother to deal with it. Until he met Cynthia, it was a thought at the back of his head. He first realized that he was touch deprived and yearning from something more when he his SOUL started to pulse around her, yearning for her slender fingers to lightly graze his bones. To discover another person, to discover her. Romantic love was something so foreign to him, but the more he felt it, the more his body screamed for it, something he was living without for so long turned out to be something he needed to feel complete. And that's not wrong, right?

 

The reality was that Sans had never truly let anyone in. He never truly let Cynthia in either, because everything that is him would have been too much for a person to handle. He often feels like there's a darkness hovering over him. Something he's not remembering, and then everything he has done, the sins crawling on his spine. He still gets night terrors, often waking up to not remember anything. Cynthia would help him go back to sleep. He would shut himself away for days on end, trying to forget, Cynthia never understanding why. Maybe that was what started to drive her away, too. If he told you what he did, would you hate him? What is it he can't remember? 

 

A couple days after the cafeteria, tonight decided to be one of those nights, as he lays in his bed that you napped in that day before you left back home. The moment was only brief, but the emptiness is still there. He thought he would wake up to see your face resting on his chest, looking up at him softly. How would your fingers feel trancing along his bones? Pulling him back in from whatever was plaguing him? The sweet, light kisses you would give him to soothe him? The darkness confronts him, with sweat pouring down his face.

 

"fuck..." he groans, sitting up in the quiet room. His vision is black, and the loneliness he feels ever growing inside of his SOUL. He gets up and walks out of his room, slipping softly into Papyrus's room and into the queen sized bed. A sense of shame overcomes him, but tonight, he needs the comfort of his little brother. He covers himself with the blanket, his position turning into fetal, as he shuts his eyes closed. Papyrus suddenly stops snoring, turning over and opening his eyes to the presence of his brother.

 

"Sans? Is Everything Okay?" he whispers. This is his gentle voice, the voice that shows his worry. Obviously.

 

"yeah, paps. don't worry about me. get some more sleep."

 

"I Know You Too Well Brother To Know That Something Is Bothering You. Did You Have A Nightmare Again?"

 

Sans curls up a bit more. "yeah, i did."

 

"Are You Missing Ms. Claire? I Know I Miss Her."

 

"i am, paps. so much, it hurts. her being near me...made me feel like i could breathe again. especially after cynthia."

 

"I Know, Brother. Please Don't Shut Yourself Away. You Know She Wouldn't Want That."

 

Sans never listened to his brother. After that night, Papyrus would constantly paw at Sans door. It would be days before he would step foot out. It reminded him of the Underground, and that's where he wanted to be, back to a time when he didn't need love or touch. Back to a time when he didn't need anyone to feel complete. Back to a time he didn't need and want you so badly. 

 

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Class didn't start for a while, and you were angry at the false advertisement. Turns out, King Asgore had a business trip, and class began about a week and a half later. A Week And A Half LATER. It drove you and Aster up a damn wall. At some point, you two were playing patty cake to pass the time, waiting for the goat king to arrive back to the training center.

 

 

The big fuzzy goat king looms before you, standing at six foot four. You barely would reach his chest if you were standing up, as he stands in front of the classroom, writing on the white board. The room is caked in motivational posters and bright colors, which you stare at as it's the most color you've seen in days. Asgore turns around, baring a smile most could say is the most jolly one.

 

"Howdy, future magic users! My name is King Asgore Dreemur. I am your facilitator for this wonderful lesson about SOULs and magic, which will improve your knowledge more about what you've been experiencing as of late."

 

If there were crickets here, you could definitely hear them. You turn your head, and every seat is filled with so many people, however everyone is doomed to the same feeling and attitude towards the training center and these lessons, you and Aster included. You decide to participate when warranted. It's the only way you'll pass the time quicker.

 

"I know it is a very difficult time. It is hard to be away from family, friends, loved ones. I am aiming to work on making this facility much more comfortable and homely, however...it's been a challenging battle. Who knew humans could be so..."

 

"Capitalist greedy?" Aster mumbles, chin resting in their hand. The other people in the class snicker, as Asgore responds, "Perhaps that is the best way to describe it. Golly, I've been chittering for too long. Let us start the lesson."

 

"SOULs are the culmination of your very being! Each SOUL is unique for every human, and represents the main trait you carry. This trait is important, as it guides you in the many decisions and paths you will take in life." Asgore moves away from the board, showing the little diagram he drew up. "This light blue is PATIENCE. The dark blue is INTEGRITY. Green for KINDNESS. Yellow for JUSTICE. Orange for BRAVERY. Purple for PERSEVERANCE. Red for DETERMINATION." You glare at the diagram, and remember the emerald green heart flowing over your chest. You must have a kind SOUL, which is explains why you are so understanding, willing to help, and always forgiving.

 

"You might hear people say those words to you a lot, as it is your SOUL trait. It will be what people mostly see in you, and who defines who you are. Now, monster SOULs are solid white. Monsters are beings made of pure magic. We do not have bones, blood and other things that humans contain. We have our own types of diseases and ailments nonetheless, some similar to humans. Many of us live very long lives, exceeding human expectancy. For example, I am about 130 years old! I was born in the time where humans and monsters coexisted, lived through the war, the Underground and now the integration of monsters back into human society!", Asgore laughs, everyone else looking very surprised.

 

A person in the back raises their hand, "They wrote children's books about you guys. No one knows how the war happened."

 

Asgore pipes up, "Hoho, young one! Fine question! The War of Humans and Monsters happened due to a discovery made by humans. For context, when a human dies, the one thing that continues to live beyond their death is their SOUL. If a monster successfully consumes a human SOUL, they are known to become what the humans quote as, 'a horrible beast with unfathomable power.' Humans are already stronger than monsters due to the composition of their SOULs.  If a monster became strong then a human, it would threaten then human race. Thus, the humans waged war on monster-kind."

 

"Classic humans," Aster grumbles, throwing their head down on the desk. The person thanks Asgore for their explanation, continuing on with his lesson.

 

"I won't overfill you all with too much information, so today I will brush over one more topic. The next class we get into sex education!" You start to blush, raising your hand quickly.

 

"Yes, Ms. Claire?" he looks at you.

 

"Um! Wait, how did you know my name? Oh, wait! I know. Never mind. Anyways, my question is SEX EDUCATION?," you accidentally shout out sex education, most deeply interested in the topic.

 

"Hohoho, I figured you would be the one to inquire about that," Asgore jests, you waving your hands furiously in the air, face as red as a beet.

 

"It will be important topic to go over. How monsters bonds and reproduction works apply similarly to humans and monsters. Species intermingling is very common now. Being educated to prevent any mistakes or unthought out choices will prevent any everlasting consequences. Monsters love for eternity and with their whole existence after all. Humans do not function the same." You get dizzy, sex has always been a shy topic for you. You never had it. Of course it would make you feel shy.

 

"So, monsters have dicks and cooches too? Do SKELETONS have 'em, too?" Aster shouts while raising their hand. The rest of people in the room laugh at the mention of dicks and 'cooches', you slamming your head down to hide from the embarrassment.

 

"That will be discussed tomorrow," Asgore chuckles at the joke. "Back on topic. What is important to remember, especially at training today, is that you will be encountering monsters. It is a special form of battling that you will see with your own eyes, however...here is a reminder to treat everyone with respect, kindness and MERCY. Remember to always spare the person on the other side of you. You are not here to kill. I'm sure during your intake you have seen your LV. This means LOVE. It is an acronym for LEVEL OF VIOLENCE. It represents how much violence you've inflicted onto others, resulting in their death. Your LV must never go above one." Asgore claps his hands, leaving everyone to sit with their thoughts. "I will see you all tomorrow. Please be respectful at training." Asgore walks out of the door, ducking under the frame to walk out. You sit there, feeling your heartbeat in your cheeks, still blazing red. You can't stop Aster's laughter.

 

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Cynthia stands in the skeleton brother's house, hand raised to knock at the familiar door. The last time she walked into Sans room was when they were dating, and she didn't think she would be doing again. Papyrus had ask her to, and she couldn't say no to him. Sans had trapped himself in his room, this time for almost a week, and Papyrus is unable to get him out. So, batter up. It's her turn to try, and if not, he'll have to figure out a different plan. She has never been good with this stuff, and she doubts she'll be of help now, but out of favor to Papyrus and you, she'll try.

 

She knocks softly, "Hey. It's me." She waits for a few minutes, and not a response or even a sound lurks past the door. Cynthia sighs, knocking her knuckles against it one more time, "Sans, open the door. You got your brother killing himself over here, to the point he invited me. Open it. Now."

 

Silence. This time, she slams with her fist, "Listen, you stupid skeleton. What would Claire think if she saw you sulking like a moron behind this lame ass door? Should I get Joe to tell her about how lame you fucking are when he does his daily call?" The door lock makes a sound, flipping open, as Cynthia turns the nob, entering the room.

 

"Dude! This place smells AND it's a mess. Did you trash the damn place? Have you even taken a shower?" she rants, navigating through the darkness with her phone light. She finds the edge of the bed, sitting lightly as Sans body is curved underneath the blanket, eyes poking out to see the light of his pupils. Cynthia sighs. She feels bad, and you're not here, and that's what he really needs. She crosses her arms.

 

"Sans, are you really going to continue to do this? Are you going to do this with Claire when she comes back?," she speaks softly into the darkness of the room. Her eyes adjust, able to make out the skeletons face as she stares into the light of his pupils. "She'll blame herself if you shut her out." Sans closes his eyes.

 

Cynthia waits a brief moment. She has to be honest with him. It's the only way for him to snap out of this and make a change. "I don't know what you went through back in the Underground. You never told me. When we met, it was the mysterious vibe that attracted me to you. Something you were hiding that I wanted to pick at and figure out. You were more broken than you seemed. Your nightmares, the way you would shut me out for days on end, especially when my mom and her boyfriend were pulling their bullshit. I loved you, but it pushed me away. The stuff happening at home pushed me away even further. And it was my own fears of commitment and fear that made me cheat on you. All of that is my fault. It was my fault for hurting you, and I'm sorry."

 

She continues on, his eyes flickering on and back onto her face again. "You cannot keep doing this. Trapping yourself in this room, afraid of yourself. Afraid of being happy. Not forgiving yourself for whatever happened, or whatever you did. And you can't lock yourself in here waiting for time to go by, waiting for her to come back. It doesn't take a fool to know you're punishing yourself. You need to take this time to figure out how to deal with whatever it is fucking you up. Because do you want to know what the reality will be when she comes back? You will push her away, and knowing her, she'll say, "It's okay, I love you," and forgive you every time you do it. Then she'll go home by herself, and cry. Sad, tormented and upset that she cannot help you. And she won't know better enough, and she'll stay." Sans twitches, burying his head into the pillows. Cynthia hears him take a deep breath, as he finally utters something out.

 

"i couldn't protect her. i let her walk out of here and into the truck, straight towards fiona. she suffered for days. getting hurt to the point she had to burst out magic she didn't even know she had to protect herself. i should've just teleported in there the minute she didn't show up to class that day after leaving. now she's stuck in some shady ass training facility."

 

"You didn't know. It wasn't easy for her to talk about it. She didn't want anyone to worry about her, because she knew you would be upset for her."

 

"i thought she would trust me."

 

"She loves you. She trusts you. But opening up takes time. You never opened up with me, but you should with her. Get your shit together. I don't want you to hurt her. Get it together, and when she comes back, be ready to love her with everything you are made of. She deserves that." Cynthia slowly gets up from the bed, walking to the door.

 

"cyn?" Sans whispers to her.

 

"What?" she grumbles.

 

"i did some bad shit in the underground. stuff i know claire would cry about. do...do you think she would forgive me?" He sits up in his bed.

 

She stops, turning around to face him. " The question is if can you forgive yourself. Claire's not going to judge. Can you stop judging yourself?" She turns around again, hand laying on the doorknob.

 

Sans chuckles at the irony. "thank you, cyn."

 

"Whatever. Go take a fucking shower." She whips the door open, inhaling the fresh air from the rest of the house, exhaling in relief from the musty room. Her job is done here, and it's his from here on out. 

Chapter 28: No Longer Under Control

Notes:

hello im back! im actually in the process of writing another fic but im planning on writing all of it out before i post. i realized everything is a mess and not really a consistent story line and i would benefit from writing, reading, and fully changing whatever needs to be from there.

but i'll keep this continuing like this considering i have another chapter written.

as always ignore my grammar its horrendous and i read things over 50 times and theres still something wrong

"No! No! Undyne, please don't chase me around with that spear! I am very sensitive and traumatized of your spears!," you scream as Undyne chases you with 10 spears she conjured up, running along with her, ready to deploy at any moment.

 

"YOU WIMP! RUN FASTER! YOU GOTTA BUILD UP STAMINA!," she screams at you, catching up with you very quickly. In a fast minute decision in attempt to not get hit by spears of various different sizes, you focus your magic onto the ground, vines wrapping around Undyne's feet, pulling her onto the ground and straight onto her face. She lifts her head up, screaming, "YOU JERK! What a great move! You've been doing better with your quick thinking skills." It was at that moment, Undyne realized, she had fucked up.

 

The spears didn't dissipate when it fell. Instead, they flew all around the room. Aster just had to be standing in the fire at the wrong time, and maybe death would've been a more suitable consequence to being hit. Rather than being hit, Aster was turned to the side, the spear grazing against their neck, chopping off most of the hair they've grown for the past four years. You stopped in your tracks, slowly turning towards Aster, looking at the black strands of hair that has fell all around the training yard. You step back in fear, as their eyes glow red, dashing as fast as they can towards Undyne, pulling them into a battle.

 

A familiar tune plays. A fun fact you've learned when you started to encounter monsters, which is basically a battle, is that certain battles have certain tunes depending on the atmosphere of the battle and who initiates it. Aster's tune plays throughout the training ground, as the lighting around the two goes dark. Everyone stops what they are doing to focus on Undyne and Aster. Aster is screaming uncontrollable at Undyne, throwing punches at Undyne, faintly glowing red. They are pumping themselves with determination to move faster. Undyne counters with dodges, their SOULs beaming outside of their chest.

 

"Oh, jeez," you shout to yourself. "Undyne is definitely not going to stop,", you run in to Undyne's side, joining the battle as the mechanic changes complete. Monsters used to fight one on one, but with the discovery of humans battling along side monsters, the whole battle would change completely, with more use of skills and abilities. One vs. One's still remain pretty traditional, but this is a good way for everyone here to have some fun sometimes.

 

"Claire, GET AWAY FROM THE FISH!," Aster screams, throwing more punches, mainly targeting Undyne. Undyne throws various types of spears, Aster dodging quickly with grace. It's your turn, but you don't like to fight, acting is more of your game to win battles, so you quickly act to talk Aster down.

 

"Aster! You will look so badass and sexy with a medium bob cut!," you shout at her in response. Aster's anger dies down, but there's still some things she has to get off her chest. "I spent FOUR years mastering my hair craft, Undyne! You ruined it within mere seconds, you stupid fish cake!", Aster attacks grow slow and sloppy, as Undyne bonks them on the head with a spear, Aster losing some HP.

 

It's your turn again, so you shout, "Cynthia would love a badass with a medium bob cut! She told me!," a blatant lie, but that manages to calm them down enough for everyone to spare. The black fades out, bringing its original color to the training ground. Aster cries a bit, clutching the choppy ends of their new length. You pat their back, reassure them that badassery lies in the heart, not the hair. You bring up your hand to Aster's head, pulling some healing magic into the bump that has flourished from Undyne's hand. Aster sighs in relief from the throbbing that has been touched by your magical hands.

 

Time has been subtly passing here at the training center. A month and a half has passed, leaving you being here for almost two months, shy of a day. You still show no signs of leaving, as much as you hassle Asgore for a deal. You built up some good muscle, and your magic skills have been excelling. With Undyne's training, Alphy's knowledge, and Asgore's advice, you can breathe life into any plant, using healing magic at your whim, and whip out vines like crazy. You learned how to control your karmic skill. Magic is all about intention, after all, so you are able to conjure vines without pokey sharp thorns. Undyne insists your still weak though, probably because you're much shorter then her, and that's not changing any time soon.

"NGAHAHA! That was a blast! You two are definitely too much fun! It's gonna suck when you both leave!", Undyne slaps her knees in joy, Aster scrunching their face at the fish.

 

"When are we leaving? Claire needs to put her monster sex ed class into action," Aster cackles, "I need to put my sex ed into action."

 

"Stop bullying me!", you shout at Aster, blushing hard at the mention of sex ed. That whole class was a mess for you, and the words of ecto-penis and ecto that echo throughout your head. You already knew about SOULbonding and all that, but the thoughts that you started to conjure up during your free times from sex ed class, especially about a certain skeleton, has made these walls almost unbearable some days. You want to get out of here, and feel him on your skin. Finally be able to kiss him and whisper how much you love him all night. You daze out into the sky until Aster nudges you with their elbow.

 

Aster has also come to their own realization about Cynthia. One night, they slid into the bottom bunk that was yours, snuggling up next to you. You were full of joy, as Aster's comfort especially as your close friend has always been able lull you to sleep on the loneliest nights. That night, you two talked all night until tiredness took over. You remember them saying, "I thought so much about Cindy. When we get out of here, I'm gonna ask her out. I'm going to unravel her, find out everything about her, and keep falling in love. I can't stop thinking about her." You giggle at the memory, snapping out of your thoughts.

 

"Yes! Sorry...do you know anything, Undyne?", you continue to prod at the subject.

 

The fish tsk's, "Man, I'm guessing soon. You guys done already all you had to do at a rapidly fast pace. I'll let Asgore know, and Jack. But fucker has most of the decision making when it comes to discharge. Anyways, head back inside for whatever mush is for dinner. I'm going to Grillby's to hang out with some SKELETONS! NGAHAHA!" Undyne dashes out.

 

"She's so mean! I can't believe her!," you point at the running fish. You've been a lot more expressive since you came here, especially about your feelings. Aster is proud that you being so reserved is wearing off. Therapy also seems to be helping you as well. Aster notices the little sprouts of flowers on your head, which quickly disappears after calming down. It's fun little thing that happens when you get angry, and they know once Sans sees it, he'll take full advantage of your cute madness.

 

You stomp out of the training center towards the cafeteria. You slam down on the metal table, pouting as you pick at the stupid food that you've been eating  for weeks now, as Undyne enjoys food with your favorite skeleton. She won't give up any information about him either. Truly a fish cake!

 

Aster laughs at you, as you shove the chopped meat and vegetables in your mouth. "This sucks! Can I at least get some salt?", you mumble, sounding like Aster when you two first came here. Tiny flowers sprout on your head, Aster starting to howl, quickly stopping once she sees Alphys come into view.

 

"Don't you have to go to Grillby's too?" you mumble to her, as she steps back at your sudden mood change. Therapy has been working a little bit TOO good. "H-hey! Not until l-later, after I t-take you guys somewhere," she stutters, you two rising up from your seat to follow her.

 

"Where are we going?," Aster questions the small lizard, following her in a bit of excitement. You two have grown to really like her, as she sparks up, "It's the f-final step in the training center process. A-after this, you s-should be eligible for r-release!" Your group approaches a door, as Alphys puts her hand on a scanner, the cool air of the room whipping your face. When you walk in, it's a room filled with various jewelry and accessories. "It's t-time for you choose a medium!"

 

Your mouth opens in a bit of shock, stepping into the room, peaking around the various types of jewelry, chokers, hair clips, and more. "L-long ago, many humans used m-mediums to help control their magic output. It will be e-extremely helpful in times that you get upset, or prevents you from u-using too much magic that will e-exhaust you! Look around, p-pick anything your SOUL calls to!"

 

You run around the room, checking out all the beautiful mediums that laid out neatly across the room. Aster gravitates towards the rings, as you are nearing around the chokers. You spot a thin, two strapped leather choker, that meets in the middle of a beautiful emerald green jewel. Your SOUL pulses and skips in happiness, as the emerald glows to your touch. You hook it on around your neck, feeling complete. Aster runs along side you, showing you a thin, black, leathered armband attached to chains leading into a beautiful ruby-stoned ring. "It's perfect..." they whisper. Alphys claps her hands in joy, leading you two out of the room.

 

"R-remember! Keep it on! Except when you shower, but they are casted will a powerful magic that should never b-break. Still, treat them with care! I will go talk to J-J-Jack now." She extra stuttered at Jack, everyone seemingly hating this man. She runs off, as you two walk back to your beds.

 

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"NGAHAHA!," Undyne busts down through the door at Grillby's, everyone turning to look at her, and quickly looking away. They know it's Undyne by the cackle, no need to keep staring. Papyrus and Sans sit at the bar, Grillby flickering over the two of them, probably having a bit of a chat. Undyne plants herself right next to Papyrus, Papyrus beaming in joy.

 

"UNDYNE! HOW WONDERFUL IT IS TO SEE YOU!", Papyrus shouts, as Sans takes a sip from the monster whiskey Grillby had poured for him.

 

"you stupid fish," Sans mutters underneath his breath.

 

"I HEARD THAT, NUMBSKULL! Stop being so rude because I won't give up information about your girlfriend."

 

Cynthia walks in as well, spotting Sans and the others at the bar, taking a seat next to him. "Oh, great. The unreliable confidant is here," she rolls her eyes at Undyne.

 

"Don't be mad because I'm DOING MY JOB! I gotta keep everything that happens there a secret."

 

Cynthia and Sans shout in unison,

"No, you don't!"

"no, you don't!"

 

Undyne cackles, "What fun would it be if I told you? Wanna little hint? Soon!"

 

"you said that the last 50 times we asked!," Sans near slams the glass on the table, stopping the glass from hitting the table with his magic.

 

"Fine! I'll throw ya a bone. Asgore's been teaching the humans monster sex education! You're in for a real trip when your girlfriend gets home!," Undyne bursts out laughing, Sans covering his face with his hand to hide is blushing.

 

"She's a little spitfire, that girl! What a holler having her around, and that stupid Aster. Always pickin' fights with everyone, and screaming to Claire about the ecto-whatever you got in your pants."

 

God, he misses you. He blinks, "wait...he told claire about ecto magic?"

 

"No, he told the WHOLE training center about it. Mainly because Aster kept shouting 'What are skeletons packing?' in class. Asgore had to humor it."

 

"HOW VULGAR! NOW EVERYONE KNOWS ABOUT A SKELETON'S PRIVATE PARTS!," Papyrus shouts, throwing his arms up in frustration, Undyne slapping her knees in laughter. Cynthia giggles at the story, it sounds like Aster to that, and God, she misses them too.

 

Later that night, Sans departs back home with Papyrus, looking up at the night sky as he drives home. Such a beautiful sky, filled with so many stars and wonders. Mt. Ebott must be beautiful this time of year, but he's been holding back on climbing the mountain again. He wants you to be with him the first time he goes summer stargazing. After the talk with Cynthia, he did his best to not shut himself out. He did his best to make himself busy, but he still counts the days. Two months, only two, but it feels like years. It seems like a lot has changed. He can't wait to hold you in his arms.

 

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A few days later, Jack stops by yours and Aster's room, followed by two guards. You both suddenly jump up, in a mixture of excitement and doom, not sure what exactly is happening. It could be your release, or it could be Jack pulling strings to keep you here for longer.

 

"Multiple sources tell me you two are ready for release. I've come to give you a final assessment. Mainly, a final assessment for Claire. If she doesn't pass, you both do not leave. You two leave together, you two stay together. It all depends on Claire."

 

You nod at Jack, "What will you have me do?"

 

"I won't tell you. How you react to it and what you do will determine whether or not I will let you out. Come with me now." One of the soldiers pull you out of the room, forcing you to walk forward as Aster looks at you in worry.  You are forced to walk at a fast pace, the walk eerily quiet. Jack steps behind you, your anxiety quickly worsening as you look at the shifting environments from each door you pass through. Are you going to a completely different part of the training center?

 

Eventually, you come to a stop, another guard leading you into a visitation room of some sort. There's a metal chair for you to sit on, and a small table, as Jack instructs you to sit down. "Your test will begin in a few minutes. I will be watching." You try to argue, but he leaves before your mouth can even open. You sit on the cold chair, picking at your fingers. It wasn't for another few minutes that a few other soldiers open the door, pulling in a familiar woman, the smell of lavenders filling the air. You keep your head down as they throw the woman on the other side of the table, you aggressively chewing at the sides of your mouth. You look up, to see hateful glance of your mother, that you know all too well. The soldiers remove the device attached to her mouth, Fiona sighing as she cracks her jaw.

 

"Finally, they removed that stupid thing." You wince at the sound of her voice, the aggressive picking at your fingers causing a sudden spark of pain, as you notice a bit of blood trickle down your finger from the pulled skin. You snap back into reality, looking up at your mother. You understand why Jack is doing this now. Are you truly more stronger? Or will you succumb again to the whims of your mother?

 

"How wonderful. Truly a fine day to have a mother-daughter reunion. How have you been, my sweet daughter?" her voice is sweet, magic crackling into the air.

 

"I'm fine, Fiona. I'm ready to go home."

 

"Fiona? That's no way to address your mama."

 

"You are not my mother. There was a time you were, but as soon as you started to hurt and manipulate me, you no longer deserved that title."

 

Fiona snorts, throwing her hands attached by the device onto the table, the sound echoing throughout the room, causing you to jump. "Claire, why can't you see that everything I did was in your best interests? I saved you from humiliation, boys who would never love you and only hurt you. I made you to be perfect."

 

Tears start to roll down your eyes, "Do you know what years of abuse made me into, Fiona? A self-isolate. Someone who didn't care about herself for years on end. Who let people make fun of her because she knew that everything being said about her was true, because her own mother had said it, too. Someone who couldn't simply relax their back on a couch in fear of getting beaten. And even now, my posture is still immaculate. So many beautiful things I've missed out on, because of you."

 

The anger kicks up in your voice, as you can feel the ground shake underneath you, your magic responding to your emotions. You hold the emerald on your choker, taking a deep breath, holding the aggression in your voice. "I was never perfect for you. You never made me perfect. You hated everything I was, because I was more than you. So, you made me feel lesser and lesser. You were jealous of me, and you used magic to take it out on me."

 

Fiona hisses, "Shut up, now! You have no idea what you're talking about. You were just a terrible child, never listening. Always trying to live your life in the worst way possible. I was only just trying to help you, and you attacked me and put me here. Now, go tell everyone the truth. That you lied, and I never touched you. I am an amazing mother." The scent of lavender grows stronger, darting straight towards your nose, but it doesn't enter. You stand up, firmly. "That's not going to work, Fiona. I'm not someone you can control anymore. I'm far beyond that. I deserved to be loved and I deserve to live my life in the way that makes me happiest." You walk towards the door, not giving her another look. "Please let me out," you say the guards behind the door.

 

"CLAIRE! How dare you? How dare you not listen to me? You are under MY CONTROL! You always will be. I'll always will be in your head. No one will ever love you as much as I do," she screams back, almost desperately.

 

"There is someone who loves me, and he's waiting for me to come back. I don't have time to sit here regressing all the progress I've made. I want to go back home, keep falling in love, graduate college, maybe start a family of my own after. A family with a mother that will never hurt her children. Something you failed to do. Something I will succeed in."

 

Fiona darts up from her chair, almost going to hit you, until you focus your magic onto her legs, twisting her legs around into thorny vines, as she falls onto the floor, the pain slowly chipping at her. You forgot to hold back on your karmic skill, but it is as they say. Karma is a bitch. You can't keep hurting others and expect to never get hurt back. Soldiers whip over the door, quickly pulling Fiona out of the room, as you step out, watching them drag her away into the deep sections of the facility. Jack approaches you from behind. "Excellent work, Claire. I've had the soldiers prepare yours and Aster's belongings. Congratulations on your graduation from Ebott Training Center."

 

Your eyebrows furrow, little flowers forming on your head. "You were going to let us out this whole time, Mr. Krauser!"

 

"Jack Graham. And yes, I was. But I thought you would benefit from this little visit." You calm down, matching Jack's stare with a gentle smile. "You were right, I did need that. Thank you, Mr. Jack."

 

"One last thing," Jack whispers, leaning down into your ear. "We have to put you to sleep as this place is very confidential, so please understand, Claire." Jack shoves a needle into your neck, as you shoot back, holding your hand toward the place where the needle had just exited. Your vision goes black as you slide against the wall, Jack's smiling face the last thing you see.