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

Almost five hours. Sans has been holding me down while snoring for almost five hours straight. And to be perfectly honest, I was ashamed to admit that I found myself sleeping for about two of those hours. Unfortunately, it was impossible for me to get comfortable... even if I was somewhat exhausted.

Glancing at the arm that Sans roughly pulled earlier, I knew that I had other problems. Going into the True Lab, I tried to be as prepared as possible. I took my coat off since it was pretty warm down there due to the air conditioners being off for some time. Obviously, the temperatures were getting better with the spare generator on, but still.

Being tired lowered my perception, especially after I was attacked by Endogeny who bit into my arm. Sure the wound wasn't too terrible, but my blood was still spilt. It attracted the other Amalgamates that seemed to be slightly passive since I had a similar sensation to Gaster. How could I not? While on the surface, we were together every day.

That simple feeling was enough for them to give me about a minute to pass around my stash of cookies. After feeding them, I sat down in a chair from both my exhaustion and wound... and in my place, they searched for both the files and parts that I was looking for.

I didn't dare to tell Sans about my wound, because I could already tell that his senses were looking for it. Though he didn't attack me- which I thought to be strange. "Sans."

I called out, causing him to groan. Narrowing my eyes at him, I was surprised that he wasn't awake right now. I knew that he had insomnia, so it was hard to understand this strange development. He was calm, peaceful and actually made me feel at ease for the first time.

Watching him sleep from a distance previously put me on edge- especially since I was aware of his sinister intentions. Though this time, it was his relaxed state that was throwing me off. Half expecting him to mutilate me while I slept didn't help, but me being uncomfortable was mainly caused by my wound. "Sans, I need to use the restroom."

Oldest trick in the book, and usually the most efficient.

His eye snapped open at that as he shot me an eerie stare. "Do I look like I give a shit? Go back to fucking sleep."

"You've been sleeping for almost five hours." I stated bluntly. From behind me, I could feel him freeze. His grip on my body eased slightly so I took it as an opportunity to push myself out of his hold and to the floor. "Now... I will be going to the restroom. And after that, I will be returning to the lab to work. Feel free to go back to sleep."

Once I said this, I noticed that Sans didn't seem to be really listening to me. Shrugging it off, I grabbed my bag that I fortunately did not leave behind... and left his room in search of a bathroom that I could use.

Peering over the railing and into the living room, my perception allowed me to pick up on Papyrus who was seemingly doing something in the kitchen. I trained my steps to be slow and almost entirely silent while I searched for the bathroom.

He didn't seem to notice me physically, but he did stop his constant slashing sounds to take in a heavy breath. Glancing towards my arm, I had an idea on what was going on... although, I wasn't entirely certain.

Fortunately, Papyrus seemed to shrug me off before he continued his activities. Since I felt as though the stairs would be too loud, I lifted the weight of my body over the railing and jumped off. My body quietly landed on the couch, leaving me seemingly undetected. It wasn't like the fall was that high or anything.

Looking over to one of the stairs, I saw why my perception was telling me to be cautious. Two of the stairs had a round pinkish object on them- whoopie cushions? Generic, truly. Lifting my body off of the couch, I winced slightly upon using my arm... and once my eyes looked up, I saw Sans giving me a half lidded stare of confusion.

Noticing that there was a door towards the left side of the living room, I approached it and found the restroom. Thanks to my perceptive Soul, I didn't even have to spend as much time sneaking around. Though it would of been much more helpful if it could detect Sans-

"How did you do that?" Rolling my eyes, I could hear the bathroom door closing behind me. Sans was curious, and I couldn't predict his intentions.

"How did I do what?" I replied while putting my bag on top of a sink. I started to open it slowly, until Sans reached out his hand to grip at my wounded limb. Once I cringed from the contact, he smirked darkly and decided to dig is sharp phalanges into my wounded arm.

But I didn't scream.

"Don't play stupid. How the hell did you evade Paps?" I tried to pry my arm away from him, but he only responded by stabbing his claw-like nails further into my tattered skin. I couldn't risk openly insulting his brother by telling Sans that he wasn't observant enough... so instead, I had to come up with another excuse.

"Perhaps he was too occupied to notice me." I stated, which only caused him to growl at me.

"Don't give me that shit. I know for a fact that ya didn't go down those stairs because of the whoopie cushions." He said with agitation. Glaring at him only caused him to back me into the nearest wall. His attention soon snapped to my arm, followed by him pushing his face towards where the wound clearly was. "Why does your blood smell like that...?"

"Do you think that I spend my days attempting to smell my own blood? How should I know?" Sans didn't pay much attention to my growing aggression, and instead went to remove my coat so that he could take a look at my wound.

"Oh, I don't fucking know. I guess I just assumed that ya might since well- ya seem to know practically everything."

Rolling my eyes as he finally managed to remove the piece of clothing enough to reveal my arm, I watched as he stared at the bite marks in my skin. They weren't too deep, but they were enough to cause a decent amount of pain. The skeleton's silence was unnerving as I gave him a look of anticipation... waiting for him to make some kind of move.

And that was when I felt it- something wet gliding across my wound. When I tried to pull my arm away from him, he only reacted by basically increasing his grip in a way that allowed him to break my skin.

With more blood falling from the wound, a red glowing tongue lapped up the crimson liquid with haste. As if he was scared to waste the slightest amount of it. "Sans."

He didn't respond to me, he seemed to be off in his own world. Since it didn't seem like pulling away was the best option, I decided to just stand still for now... or at least until he was finished with whatever this was. "Sans."

At the second time that I used his name, he growled and shoved me further into the wall. By now, I could feel his pelvis grinding into my backside slightly. It left me feeling pretty uncomfortable... especially once I felt a set of fanged teeth penetrating into my skin. "I'm warning you."

When I said this, he seemed to glare at me with an almost daring expression. He was mocking me because he thought that he could do whatever he wanted- well. I wasn't going to sit around and act submissively terrified to him.

Moving one of my legs between his own, I was able to sweep it slightly towards the right in order to throw him off balance. Him stumbling was just enough for me to switch our stance, causing me to be the one in a more dominant position of pinning him to the wall. Sans was quick to send me a look of surprise, as if he wasn't expecting the shift in superiority. "Do you understand your mistake, Sans? You spend too much time underestimating me."

He didn't respond as I took a moment to look at my arm. His fanged set of teeth- that I was unaware of... managed to shred apart my wound further in an effort to spill more blood. His lust for the crimson liquid was honestly irritating. Not only did he have a look of pure desire on his face, but he obviously was not satisfied by what he took.

Leaning forward, I knew that he could feel my warm breath against his neck. Strangely, the slight sensation forced him to shiver slightly. "You wave that axe of yours around and expect it to kill without any kind of effort. You spend too much time slaughtering kids rather dealing with someone that has a bit more experience. Stop being overconfident... it will only lower your judgement, making life much more difficult for you."

"And what do you know 'bout life?" He snapped as I shoved him further into his humiliating position. He released a small growl while trying to struggle out of my hold... and of course, he almost succeeded due to our weight difference. "You don't know what it's like. Surviving down here, losing others to the cruel cycle of this world."

I then froze in place... which he took as an initiative to continue on with his rant. "Yeah, see? Ya fucking know what I'm talkin' about. I bet that ya just sat around, enjoying life without a damn care in the world. Right?"

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My silence soon filled the small room along with my eyes being shadowed by a few stray locks of my (H/c) hair. Sans seemed to realize that my quiet behavior wasn't due to his aggressive rant, but that he actually managed to finally piss me, a self proclaimed pacifist, off.

Releasing my hold from him, I didn't bother grabbing my bag from the sink. I just didn't care enough to even consider taking it. Turning around to leave, the skeleton stood in place and watched me go... of course, I didn't disappear without first giving him my next words.

"Don't be so quick to judge me."

And with that I vanished into the living room while pulling up my coat. I didn't spare Sans the slightest glance... and Papyrus? He didn't even notice me as I opened the door to leave. Gaster mentioned something about me being like this once before. Because of how much I managed to train myself emotionally, the more emptiness that I felt... the less I seemed to exist.

Sans really managed to hit me hard with what he said, especially since I was finally starting to enjoy his company. What he attempted to judge me for only ended in my memories resurfacing. Everything that he said applied to me in some way, whether it was a strong connection or weak. Either way, I was reminded of the past that I forced myself to leave behind...

And if was trying to be truthful with myself... his words only managed to hurt me because of how I viewed him. I didn't want to admit it, but deep down...

I respected Sans.

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Would it be exaggerating to claim that I may of liked him?