... Morning.

Light was seeping in through the closed curtains, and you rolled over in the huge bed, still in the sleepy haze. The covers were very loosely wrapped around you and your head wasn't even on the pillow anymore- you were lying almost sideways, flat on the mattress.

...

You blinked your eyes open.

...

Sans wasn't there?

And he hadn't woken you up, either. Didn't you have school today? You heaved yourself up onto your elbows and shook away the sleepiness, checking the digital clock on the bedside table, aware of your frizzy, unkempt hair and tangled position.

... Shit! It was so late! You usually got up so early so you could make sure you were totally prepared for the day and have all your books ready... not to mention arriving in school as soon as possible to get into a hidden place and stay there until class started in order to avoid detection by your peers.

You stripped from your pjs and put on your school clothes as quickly as you could, running across the massive corridor and down the brightly lit stairs, hand tracing over the banister but not really holding on. There was something... nice about waking up to a large, bright, sparkly house so early in the morning. When usually you'd get up to a dimly-lit, grim, slightly mouldy, mildew-smelling house and angry parents, your mood was soured and disposition changed. But in such a spacious place that seemed so happy and airy and inviting... you couldn't help but feel...

... Not completely shitty.

You went all the way downstairs, almost taking a wrong turn but managing to eventually retrace Sans's tour in your mind and find your way to the kitchen. Sure enough, he was there- the backpack he bought for you sitting neatly on the counter, filled with your books. He'd apparently got out some cooking equipment- a pressure cooker with the lid open, a large, flat chopping block and some knives, various opened packets and little pieces of leftover vegetables dotted hither and thither. He looked... large, next to the counter. For some weird reason.

"... Morning." You said, softly, so as not to disturb him. He turned around to spot you and his eyelights definitely fuzzed a little, a small, soft, perhaps enamoured look on his face.

With the sunlight behind him framing him perfectly, you couldn't deny he looked...

... Handsome.

"mornin." He smiled, then turned back to whatever he was putting in a small box with a cooling pack into a lunch bag. "so... i made you a lunch."

"... Lunch?" You sat at the kitchen island. You... really hoped he wasn't going to push you into eating something gross. You'd feel really bad if he put loads of effort into making you something, only for you to reject it... and then again, you'd feel really bad if you ate it...

"mhm." He set the little lunch bag in front of you, all zipped up, and you put it in your backpack immediately without looking so you wouldn't be off-putted by food and say something that would hurt him. "packed lunch. it's so you can eat what you like and know where it came from."

"... Oh." He put in all that effort so you'd feel safer about what you were eating? That was... really sweet. And admittedly, you'd be far more inclined to try something made by you or someone you trus- ... liked, than the stuff served at the cantine that was mostly just tasteless white filth of questionable origin. "Thanks."

"i did a small selection of vegetable foods." He sat next to you. "y'know... so you can tell me what you like most."

And you wouldn't have to sit and stare at something you didn't want to eat in the future. Did he think of everything?

You turned to him. "... Thank you."

"it's fine." He grinned. "it's for you."

...

You nearly flushed.

"Ready to go?" You asked, trying to cover your tracks and putting your backpack on your back.

Sans always counted the seconds until lunch. Not having classes with you made his Soul ache so badly... and especially now that he was so used to actually being around you so much instead of watching from afar (mm...), his magic was getting less and less used to you not being with him.

...

But today, something was different.

Chad and Melanie and Jess were... quiet. Not bothering him. They were still all clustered around him like moons to a planet but he still found it so much easier to bare when he didn't have their whiny voices chipping away at his mental state like a chisel that made a nails-on-a-chalkboard sound every time it hit.

In fact, a whole class went by with no issues or spoken words whatsoever. And on the way to the next one he felt lighter... one class closer to seeing you. Perhaps... just perhaps, if he let himself hope... they'd finally fucked off and left him to be by himself? Could the God's have graced him with such a gift?

... He was in physics, tapping his pencil against the paper in boredom (yes, he knew all this, for fuck's sake he could spit that whole equation out in an instant ), when he overheard Melanie and Chad chatting. At first, he didn't care... but then...

"Jack said it was hilarious, dude. He said she fell right on her ass."

... He glanced over, interest piqued... Like a wolf's ears pricking up.

"Did she cry?" Chad asked. Sans zeroed in even further.

"Nah. Sadly." Melanie rolled her eyes. "You know what that little bitch y/n is like. She never cries. She just... gets up and moves."

...

His pencil was starting to bend. He could feel his eyelights shrinking.

Chad laughed. "Shoulda kicked her while she was down."

...

He was going to kill them.

He should've killed them.

Magic was pouring out of him, fingers itching, squeezing, numb rage taking him over.

He should've killed them the night he joked about it with you. He shouldn't have backed out because he didn't want to frighten you. He should've killed them. He could... He could kill them right now... no one would-

Snap!

...

Chad and Melanie looked over. Melanie blinked, confused at the sound...

...

Sans looked down at his hand, and the splintered remains of his pencil. He hadn't even snapped it- he'd completely shattered the whole thing.

"... oops." He said, dry, humourless. But they took it as a joke, giggling anyway.

"... Hey, Sans..." Melanie scooted closer to him and he had to focus on the uncomfortable feeling of the splinters in the cracks between his bones to stop him from nailing all the parts of her body to different walls around the room. "... You've... started hanging out with that weirdo y/n."

"... yeah." He said. Don't impale her, don't impale her...

"... Pft. Yeah, why? Isn't she like, a super antisocial loner type?"

"she's quiet." something you'll never be.

"... Why her?" She was coming closer.

Chad spoke up, too, face almost in one of concern. "Yeah. You know, it's like... really gonna damage your rep?"

"i don't care about my 'rep'. i like her."

"...You... like her?" Melanie asked, repeating what he had just said, for some reason really irking him. Her voice was full of disbelief... such ignorance.

It made him livid. How could anybody ever not feel the same way he did? It never made any sense to him. Seemed impossible to not spend every waking hour thinking about your beautiful face, and how lovely it looked when it was contorted in bliss...

...

"yes. i like her. leave it alone, okay?" He told her, in a warning voice, letting her know that he wasn't putting up with her bullshit anymore, and that she needed to shut her fucking mouth if she wanted to keep her reputation.

He could ruin her, and she knew that.

She put her arms up in mock defense.

"Whatever, Sans... just know it'll probably come back to bite you in the ass," She warned him, causing him to roll his eye lights.

Please. He didn't even have an ass.

"i really don't care, melanie."

She didn't push it any further, and then that was that.

He knew for a fact that they were going to try and ruin his relationship... but he didn't care. It wasn't going to work. You lived with him for fucks sake... he couldn't give two shits about his reputation now that he had you all to himself. Why should he anyways? You were all he wanted from the beginning, and hell, his rep never even seemed to matter to you back then... unless that was the whole reason for the crush on him in the first place.

Maybe his reputation did matter back then... but it didn't anymore. You were his now.

He wouldn't trade you for anything.

n o t h i n g .

Even just one single night with you, having his arms wrapped around your little body, was worth more than a thousand fake friends that boosted his rep. All he ever wanted was to have what he had now... he wasn't going to let anybody ruin that anymore.

...Especially not Jake.

He was the stupid jock that nobody actually ever liked... used for popularity and wealth, and for his huge house whenever he threw parties. He was tall, and built for basketball... it was really never any surprise that he was so good at it.

But he was painfully dumb.

Failed most of his classes, but his father always got him tutors and bought his way out of it.

Or at least... that's what the rumors all say.

Sans had learned not to follow rumors, though. Especially the ones about you, since they were all so ridiculous and fucked up... like apparently, you were sleeping with the Math teacher.

Yeah.

That one really fucked with his head at first, and he stalked you extra hard, but... you weren't. Of course you weren't. You were too good for him... for any of that.

Too good for this entire fucking school, since they treated you so poorly. You were a God above all of them, and they had the nerve to talk to lowly of you.

Disgusting.

...The bell signalling it was lunch time started to ring, and Sans stood quickly before making his way to your locker as fast as he could. In that moment, all he wanted was to just look at you, so he could calm the fuck down.

He wanted blood... but he wanted you more.

You were standing there, locker open, as you rummaged inside for a moment. You were putting your books away, and he felt his soul do a backflip when he saw that you were holding the lunch he had made for you in your hand. You were going to try and eat it, and that was such a sweet gesture to him. Even just making an attempt meant so much that he felt... giddy.

"...hey," He greeted softly, making sure not to startle you since your back was turned. He knew you were expecting him, but still, a sudden voice was always very surprising. He didn't want you to jump and accidentally hit your head on the top of the locker, since you were peering in.

You froze for a second, and then turned around and finally faced him, all of his worries going away when he saw your beautiful face, and your dazzling eyes. He could just imagine them filling with tears back when you were getting picked on... it made him feel awful that he wasn't there. He was usually always there... they were so lucky he wasn't watching, but... he was actually paying attention in class for once.

"...Hi," You greeted softly, so softly in fact, that he was almost certain you were afraid of crying.

he wanted them dead.

You were too perfect for anybody not to love you and it made no sense. You were just so lovely, and had no imperfections, and he couldn't even process this beauty, it just... made him feel so weak...

He loved you.

"...how was math?" He asked you, deciding it was probably best not to directly bring up the situation of the chair directly. The last thing you needed was to know that people were saying things. He just wanted you to focus on your classes, and focus on your health. Nothing that they said mattered, anyways. They were idiots. And hell, bringing it up could make you cry again, and that was the last thing he wanted.

If you wanted to talk about it, then so be it, you could bring it up... but he would leave that up to you.

"It was fine," you lied, "little confusing."

You didn't want to discuss it, and that was fine. He would take care of it, anyways.

"yeah. it's usually like that," He agreed, as he started to lead you to the cafeteria. He would usually sit with Melanie, Chad and Jess, but... he saw no appeal. He had you now, and he no longer had to watch you from afar. He could just sit and eat with you, and listen to you talk to him about everything. It was what he really wanted during a meal.

"...How was Chem?" You asked him, making him smile, softly. He always loved when you showed an interest in anything revolving around him. He felt like you cared, even if you were just being polite.

"lame," He admitted, honestly since he knew basically everything that was taught already, as he sat down at your usual table where you often sat alone. You seemed a bit surprised, really, as if you weren't actually expecting him to eat with you. As if he would abandon you as soon as you entered the cafeteria... but no. Never. You were his now, and he was proud of that. Proud of you as a person.

"Sorry," You said, and he wasn't really certain if you were referring to him finding his class lame, or to the fact he was sitting alone with you.

"...why are you apologizing?"

"Cuz you sound bored," You told him, making him feel a bit relieved that it wasn't his later thought.

As you sat down on the seat across from his, he noticed that you cringed slightly, and tried to hide it by twitching your nose. He knew it must have hurt... you probably had a bruise and you were definitely experiencing pain. It made him even more angry... but he knew he had to hide it for the time being. He wasn't about to start questioning you over something you didn't want to bring up.

He didn't want to make you any more upset than you already were.

"...heh. i'm only bored cuz of chem. now that you're here, it's better," He assured you, smiling widely. He always felt better when you were around. Completed.

"...Thanks," You commented softly, a very light and timid smile spreading across your face, as if you were afraid of being happy over what he had said. As if you were waiting for him to say it was just a joke.

It made his soul hurt, again.

"...you feeling okay?" He asked you after a moment, unable to help himself from checking up. He didn't want to approach the situation directly just yet, but he still needed to make sure you were alright, at least. If you were in too much pain, you were bound to express that, so asking was the best course of action that he could think of.

"...Yeah. Just got a bit of a headache," You assured him, lying because you didn't want any confrontation. You had never been a fan of it, and he always knew that, so he couldn't really bring himself to be mad at you. After all, you hadn't actually done anything wrong.

"...alright," He let up easily, still not wanting to push you.

He watched as you unpacked the lunch he had prepared, opening the brown paper bag carefully and pulling out one of the containers that were held inside. You looked surprised, and he even saw a small smile for a fraction of a second.

"...Sushi?" You asked him, your voice sounding almost humorous. He knew it was a bit much, but... he knew you had always liked it, and he knew a non-greasy food would be the best choice, especially if it had a lot of vegetables for you start with.

Getting you to eat anything was usually a challenge, so starting with something you liked was the best course of action.

"mhm," He confirmed with a gentle smile, as you removed the lid from the small blue container.

"...Bit extra," You told him softly, but he could tell you were happy with this decision. You never had a lot of good food growing up, and he knew that... so he was glad he could help you out.

"you like it," He shot back, with just as much humor in his voice.

"I do," You confirmed, as you picked up a small piece, and examined it.

"also a small salad in there, and then a few baby carrots. didn't wanna put too much in, but wanted you to have options at least," He informed you, as he watched you mentally prepare yourself for the first bite.

He knew you were probably scolding yourself for even thinking about eating, but he knew those voice would go away with time. He just had to remind you often of how beautiful you were, and that your body needed food to survive.

Corpses may be skinny, but they aren't all that pretty.

He watched in anticipation as you took a bit of the sushi, only biting off about half of a small piece. You chewed it for a good while, before finally swallowing it... and then you started to look around, your insecurities getting the better of you as you instantly assumed people were staring, and that they were all laughing at you and making fun of your weight. You were so broken down that it was the first thought you had. It hurt him more than it should have to realize that.

"...no one's looking, baby," He assured you, gently, feeling awful that you felt awful, just for eating.

You stared at him for a moment, as if you were shocked that he had read that so clearly, and that he instantly knew you felt insecure. But your shock was quickly replaced with what looked like guilt, as you slowly ate the rest of the piece of sushi you had.

He felt so happy as he watched you, knowing he was providing for you, and nourishing you properly... or at least starting to. He wanted nothing more than for you to be able to properly eat, and feel great while doing it.

...Honestly, he wanted to destroy every person who had ever contributed to making you that way.

You never deserved it. You weren't a bad person... you never really had been.

He wanted to hurt them.

He wanted to take the heads of the people who hurt you, and he wanted to twist them until he heard their necks snap, and then he wanted to rip their heads off, and watch as the blood came out in a geyser.

They would cry before hand, and they would beg for mercy... but he would show them just as much mercy as they showed you... none.

He would burn them after... or maybe even feed their bones to pigs, so the evidence went away after they threw it up and ate it enough times. Pigs would never give up, and the people would disappear for good, and nobody would ever find them.

...

...He had been so caught up in his thoughts, that he didn't even realize you had started eating another piece. You had just finished it, and he couldn't prevent his smile from growing as he watched you pick up another piece... but he felt it falter when you put it back down.

...But you had eaten two whole pieces, and that was still an improvement, considering the fact that you never ate at this time of day anyways. He knew better then to push you too hard, because it would just backfire and you would end up eating less. That was the last thing he wanted.