---(Y/n)'s Pov---

My head was currently being plagued by an awful headache. Sans really did manage to get the better of me... but I can't say that I am completely surprised. I mean. I did break into his house.

Using my ability to take in my surroundings, I could feel the dampness of the room that I was in. It smelt horrible, like rotting corpses to be exact. While a normal person would be gagging or maybe even falling unconscious, I wasn't too affected by the smell.

Now what else... the space around me felt constrictive, leading me to believe that I was thrown into a cage. Beneath me was obviously a solid floor, likely made of cement.

So anyone might be wondering... why am I not just looking around? Well, the answer is simple. Sitting in front of the cage and giving me a fixated stare was Sans. Of course someone might question my ability to identify the skeleton, but he was still tapping his fingers against the blade of his cleaver.

Tap.... tap.... tap...

This silence was unnerving, but I was willing to keep it up until he left. "I know that you're awake, human."

Oh. Fantastic.

Snapping my (E/c) eyes open, I decided to lift myself into a sitting position. Almost instantly, I could feel dried blood against the side of my face from where I was hit. Sans gave me a chilling smirk that was quickly followed by a chuckle. "How long have I been in this cage."

"Almost a day." He replied while leaning back into his chair. "Honestly, if you slept anymore... you might of ended up deep rest."

That should of caused me to chuckle, but the situation wasn't exactly favorable to me. Being caged like this wasn't efficient... especially since I had a job to do. "Despite this lovely social interaction... would you mind releasing me? "

Taking a look at the wall behind him, I saw the skull of a child pinned up against it... was this prison frequently used? The blood lining the floor in several areas was probably a clear indicator.

"What?" He seemed to look at me as if I had given him the stupidest request possible. "Human. You're kind of a freak, huh?"

"I mean... you never even took the time to meat my brother." Sans mused.

"Sure. Because I naturally live to associate myself with human consuming Monsters. If you haven't noticed, I do not desire to be on the menu." I stated bluntly. Sans simply chuckled as he raked his fingers against the blade of his cleaver to create a high pitched screeching sound.

"Well... You have about two days before I chop you up. I'm not about to butcher our next meal... so we'll have to kill time for a bit. Heh." After what he said, I was pretty sure that he was implying that he wanted to get to know me. I could tell that the skeleton was curious about my antics, but I wasn't just going to open up to him. My promise comes first. "So tell me. Do you have a name?"

"You're kind of a freak, huh? Giving names to your food. Ludacris." Mocking him for his own words... I was expecting a snappy remark, but instead he responded by throwing his cleaver at me.

After managing to move out of the way, I was only quick enough to evade a fatal blow to my head. I wasn't expecting his weapon to cut my cheek. "Heh... I missed."

Glaring at Sans with (E/c) eyes, he seemed to stare at me with amusement. However, as soon as it was there, it was gone. The look that I gave him was probably a little too harsh... so I decided to put on an expressionless face instead. "Mind giving me my cleaver, kid?"

Glancing in the direction of the weapon that was lodged in the wall, my gloved hand moved to grab it from its position. It was heavy, but efficient.

Sans already had a single arm poking through the bars of the prison, as if he were waiting for the blade to be returned to him. To be perfectly honest, I was fairly agitated by him. Back on the surface, no one dared to push me around. Well, that and the fact that anyone caught doing so would be in for a dreadful time. "Do you really want it back?"

"Please." He urged with a grin. The skeleton was expecting for me to return it to him out of fear...

"Are you sure?" He was probably going to grab my wrist the moment that I handed it to him. Sans was too unpredictable. However, two could play at that game.

"You wouldn't want me to come and get it-" Before he could say anything else, the cleaver slashed the side of his face and landed in the back of the wall behind him. He wore a shocked look upon his face, seemingly hesitant to turn away from my cold glare.

"My apologies. It seems as though... my hand slipped." Slowly he turned to get a good look at the blade that was in the wall. It was pierced into the hanging skull of probably a fallen human. In fact, the weapon was perfectly struck between the eyes of the head. "I'm so very clumsy."

The dripping sound of Sans' blood falling to the floor replaced his frequent tapping. I had to admit that the dripping definitely sounded... much more pleasant.

Sans pulled his weapon from the skull, shattering it in the process without any care. He then returned to his seat, sat in the chair and started to scratch the interior of his eye socket. I noticed fairly quickly that he had no real vision in that eye... at least that is was I assumed. Not only that, but I reached the conclusion of his actions being a way of contemplation. He was thinking.

"Who are you."

"Didn't you call me a kid earlier? Wasn't that sufficient as identification?" I asked as he gave me a serious stare.

"You avoid the traps, the puzzles and even my attempt at killing you back in the forest. You sneak into this house, never once acting terrified..." While he said this, I sighed out of agitation. He didn't need to know who I was. Actually, I thought that throwing his own weapon back at him would make him leave... but it only made him curious. And maybe even... respectful?

"Luck."

"Ketchup. You had ketchup... but not just any kind. We Monsters originally had to consume a unique kind of food, Monster food. It is easier for our magical bodies to digest." Yeah, thanks for the biology lesson... I already know this. "Why would you have some?"

"Found it in the ruins."

"Mhm. And how was the old lady in the ruins. Did you get to tell her goodbye before you left?" He really did ask a lot of questions... he reminded me of a judge.

"There was an old lady?"

"And I guess that this is how you managed to survive that fall." He added while grabbing something from the floor. I took a good look at what he held in his hand, it was my grapple. Great.

"Which one, exactly?"

He gave me a small growl. I knew that Sans was only acting slightly more sane due to the food that I had provided to him. Reaching into one of my pockets, my fingers grazed against the prototype... he never found it. I guess that the skeleton never went into my coat, he only grabbed the grapple from me because it caught his eye. "You know. I knew that you jumped into that chasm. I thought that you died or something... so I watched to make sure."

"How adorable. Were you worried about me? How flattering." I couldn't help it, Sans really annoyed me. At first, he made me fairly nervous... but now he seemed to be prying into my business, and I didn't like that.

"Not at all. My bro is 'starvin. As the saying goes, never waste your food." He said with a small grin.

"Well, bone-appétit- in advance." My words made him chuckle, until we both heard a bang from a door slamming open. As if on queue, Papyrus came storming down a set of stairs.

"SANS. I HAVE PREPARED SOME FOOD FOR THE HUMAN." That skeleton spoke in uppercase unlike Sans who obviously had a lower tone. They weren't anything like Gaster... I really wish that he were here right now, giving me a guiding hand.

When Papyrus appeared in front of the cage, he had a plate of what looked like spaghetti in hand along with a paper and pen? His brother was already back to leaning in his chair, tapping his fingers against the wooden arm rest. "I ALSO BROUGHT THEM SOME JUNIOR JUMBLE."

I could still sense the malicious intent from Papyrus, but it was nowhere near as powerful as Sans'. Perhaps he possessed a more... innocent edge to his murderous tendencies?

The food was moved through the bars of the prison along with the junior jumble. The taller skeleton took a step back with a devious grin as he looked down at me, waiting. "AREN'T YOU HUNGRY, HUMAN?"

"No." I said. Papyrus let out a small growl before turning to his brother... he was upset.

"SANS. THE HUMAN IS REFUSING TO EAT. WHY? IS MY COOKING NOT GOOD ENOUGH?!" By now, the skeleton was screaming... enraged. He was almost like a child that did not receive his favorite toy. I could tell that Sans was waiting for me to say something... anything that would either give him a better show, or that would give him an excuse to kill me.

"You misunderstand. Your cooking is likely exquisite, however. I am not starving in the slightest." I smiled warmly at Papyrus, easily earning a look from Sans. His tapping stopped once he saw me smile, he was... gawking at me. "I also appreciate the junior jumble. I love trying to solve it... it is extremely challenging at times."

Moving to pick up the paper and pen, I looked at it with a slightly puzzled expression. I couldn't read these letters...

Despite my look of confusion, I looked up to a now beaming Papyrus. He seemed content with my words. Now, all I needed to do was hit him with some flattery. "In fact, I am certain that you must be extraordinary at puzzles. Only someone of the highest intelligence would dare to solve something as tedious as this."

"WELL... I... YOU..." He was at a loss for words.

And just like that, Papyrus stormed off. Sans stared at me as my eyes returned to the page. I was confused, I didn't know how to solve this... granted, I knew what it was since Gaster showed me once by using Wingdings. And oh, was I amazing at it.

Gaster actually preferred crosswords over word searches and junior jumble... but that didn't stop him from doing either of the three. "Heh. What's wrong, kid? Can't solve that tedious puzzle?"

Now he was mocking me. I felt suddenly determined to do this.

The first word spelt out "OUY"

The second word was "AER"

And then it was also followed by... "OGING, OT, EB, ETAEN"

After about twenty minutes of me trying to figure this out, Sans eventually got bored and decided that I wasn't much for conversation. He left the room, leaving me to my suffering.

I'm sure that if I wasn't so determined to do this, I would of just picked the lock with my hair pins to get out. Damn it.

I hate being filled with determination.