(And here is the update for today! Now we just need to see if I can find time to do a second one today! Anyway, I hope that you all enjoy!~)

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

Now anyone with some kind of intelligence would probably be wondering- how the hell did I manage to evade Sans for the last three days? Well, I only had one more day until his heat was over. And surprisingly? He still hasn't figured it out.

Smirking to myself as I laid back with a small sigh, I was content to finally feel comfortable again. However, between my cough and hunger... I really found it hard to sleep. Not to mention the paranoia that I felt.

You see... I decided that the best way to avoid Sans, who I intentionally pissed off with little effort...

Was to hide in his own room. In plain sight.

.........

He'd never expect it.

When I came in here, panting and out of breath, I was confronted by Papyrus who seemed elated to see me. He asked me if I saw his brother, and I responded with a firm yes. Next Paps asked me if I came back 'home' because of him... and I also said yes. Not that I was lying or anything.

Truthfully, I only managed to make it out of Waterfall by finding a boat. I think that it belonged to the Riverperson... but they were not around to offer me a ride. Sans could not easily pursue my scent once I started down the water, as a result... he probably assumed that I either stayed in the cave or went to more unfamiliar ground such as Hotland.

Now about Aliza? She came back just yesterday. I wouldn't doubt that Sans was taking a lot of frustration out on her since she was around to take it. Wanting to feel sympathy for her was not possible while she shuffled around, equally unaware that I was here.

With a small sigh, I moved my hand down to trace my old wound in my knee. It happened because I stumbled from a sudden headache that was quick to come with me being sick. But right after the wound, I was close enough to restrain her. Lets just say that she wasn't too fond of hanging around.

Wincing once I made contact with the wound, I knew that the blade went in very deep. Sure I managed to bandage it up, but it still hurt a lot. Also, since I wasn't sure if Sans would be back or not... I made sure to plan for his return. My escape route since he'd probably be surprised to see me was through Papyrus' window. And then hopefully... a straight run into the woods behind their house.

I was fairly certain that Sans would only come back once he was exhausted. So his teleporting would be very limited. However, once he saw me... who knows what could happen?

Grabbing a nearby pillow, I made sure to hold it against my chest. I always enjoyed soft objects, much like the fluffiness of Sans' hood. Speaking of which, I have no idea as to were he put my coat- and that could only result in once thing.

Springing to my feet in a way that thankfully did not make the floor creak, I was quick to move over to his dresser. Pulling one of the drawers open, I found what I was looking for. In fact, it didn't take long for me to put on one of his blue hoodies... and this one wasn't too stained.

Turning to face the door once I heard a loud slam, I could feel my eyes narrowing with unease. That was the front door slamming closed... he was back. Immediately, I held in a breath out of pure instinct while trying to listen in on his conversation. Aliza was probably fairly nervous as well since I heard her let out a yelp.

Exiting Sans' room with caution, I made sure to not make the slightest sound while moving towards Paps' door. I had to get out of his window before I was noticed. "BROTHER, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?"

"What do ya mean where have I been?!" He growled out with agitation. I guess that Sans wasn't expecting his brother to snarl back with hostility.

"DON'T WHAT DO YA MEAN ME, BROTHER. IT'S BEEN THREE DAYS, THREE!" He snapped out with a hiss. Sans gave him a look of pure irritation. "HONESTLY, SANS. IF YOU'RE GOING TO SEND (Y/N) BACK HERE, AT LEAST RETURN WITH HER! I WAS WORRIED!"

"Wait... what...?"

My hand was just reaching for the knob on Papyrus' door, I am so close to being out of this situation! Then I just need to hide for a day so that Sans can calm down his emotions... "UGH. SHE'S BEEN IN YOUR ROOM FOR THREE DAYS, SANS. FUCKING SITTING AROUND, BANDAGING SOME WOUND IN HER LEG... AND YET YOU ARE NO WHERE TO BE SEEN."

And right then, my cover was blown. Thank you Papyrus.

Sans' attention snapped up towards the railing, only to see me opening Papyrus' door. He had a look of shock for a moment, before it suddenly faded in something much more feral. "(Y/n)."

My name was spoken in a low husky tone, but I wasn't going to stick around for him to threaten me. He was doing that just fine once he started walking up the stairs, and I wasn't going to give him a lead so I sprinted. Sans however, noticed my limping and started to run after me. I knew that his teleporting was very strained, and that he was making every effort to stay with me.

Once I slipped out of the window, I could feel my legs wanting to give out. I was exhausted, and very sore. Sans might of been tired, but he wasn't suffering from a wound- well... actually his pride was fairly wounded ever since he met me.

Running off into the forest, I didn't turn around to watch as Sans jumped out of the window with his axe in hand to follow suit. As we got deeper into the forest, I was ready to collapse from my exhaustion... but Sans seemed to be filled with energy. If I had my grapple, I could of tried scaling up one of these trees... but they were too icy otherwise. ")"

I didn't listen and instead kept going. My leg was still showing a limp as he let out a warning growl for me to stop. ""

His words carried a bit of a sneer... but I didn't listen. Almost instantly, my perception gave me a warning. It wasn't a deathly kind though... I dodged to the right to avoid Sans' thrown axe, it was aimed just enough to leave a deep cut on my shoulder, but it was aimed to slow me down... wait-

SNAP.

My movements were completely stopped at the sound of a chain moving from my pull. The jingling sound that it made seemed heavy along with it's rust. A beartrap, just a small one, was cutting into my foot. With my boot in the way, I was given some kind of protection... but it wasn't enough considering the fact that I saw some blood spilling from my newest wound. And to make matters worse? It was opposite from my wounded leg. So now, I had lost my ability to effectively walk-

And Sans was walking up to me with an evil grin. "Huh. Havin' some trouble there, cupcake? Doesn't look like ya can keep movin'."

He crouched in front of me, his single eye giving me a lazy stare. But behind that nonchalant look, I could practically feel his desire. He reached out his hand to touch my boot, tracing the edges of my foot. Trying to struggle away, I couldn't help but flinch at the contact. So what did he do?

He smirked.

Next, he wrapped a firm grip around my new wound and squeezed- hard. I could feel my ankle wanting to give in, to snap from the pressure and break... but that wasn't what he was looking for. That isn't what Sans wanted to hear. "You're not gonna scream?"

"I've suffered through almost every pain imaginable, Sans. This is no different." I stated. The skeleton however did not seem too convinced.. which caused him to release his hold. Next, he trailed his hand up my leg and towards my inner thigh, causing me to freeze from the sensitive contact.

"Heh... I can think of somethin' pretty painful." He mused with a cackle. My face faltered for a split second, causing a faint hue of red to dust my cheeks. However, it could easily be blamed on the cold weather.

It didn't take long for Sans' other hand to move under my black tank top, which caused me to lash out to grab his wrist. We shared a glance for a moment, and then he finally noticed that I was wearing one of his hoodies. "Looks better on you."

Sans let out a dark chuckle before finally reaching into his pocket to pull out an old key. He brought it into the bear trap and unlocked it so it could be open. Before I could move away from him out of panic, Sans leaned down to grab me. "You're not gonna be walkin' for the next few days, cupcake."

I groaned out, knowing that he made this happen on purpose in an effort to impair my movements. If I couldn't run, then I wouldn't get away from him. After about a minute, Sans hooked one arm under my knees and the other around my back to hold me like a bride. While I could tell that his stance seemed aggressively protective, I also knew that his eye was scanning me in an effort to decide on a place for his mark. "Please put me down. I can walk."

"" he snapped. The simple word was more of a threat overall, the kind that basically told me... 'if you can still walk, then I will break your legs.'

As we both came up on his house after a seemingly long walk, Sans opened the door and looked inside with newfound hostility. Since I was here, wounded in his arms, he was looking around for any kind of threat. Aliza was backed in a corner, shaking at a bone that I didn't even notice in front of her. Sans' instincts immediately tried to kill her, because he thought that she was too close.

Once he felt that he made his threat known, Sans marched up the stairs with weight put into every step. He opened to door to go inside, and then made a move to toss me on his bed. "We can do this the easy way, or my way."

His words were enough to make me sit up with a small huff. I went to examine my foot, noticing that the boot had some holes in it from the trap... "Strip."

Wait... what did he just say to me?

I looked up to see his waiting stare that was also very serious. I couldn't believe what he had just told me to do, in fact- I didn't plan on listening. "Either you take off your clothes, or I will."

"I'd like to see you try-"

Right after I said that, Sans was stalking towards me. He pushed my shoulders against the bed before deciding to climb onto my hips to straddle me. Next, he started to pull at my clothing. It took probably ten minutes of his feral growling and my resistance for him to finally get both the hoodie and tank top off of me. Once it was thrown to the floor, he then worked on taking off my bra. "Next time, I'll fucking tear them off of ya."

Thankfully, he didn't make any moves to take off my jeans... instead, he got off of me and forced me to sit up so he could pull my back into his ribcage. "We wouldn't want to get blood all over your only clothes, now would we?"

I knew that he was just giving me an excuse when he said that... he's been dying to get a good look at my body ever since he saw me in my tank top. And honestly, I could make out one of his hands ghosting over my breast in a teasing manner. Or perhaps he was trying to humiliate me... make me feel inferior to his dominance. Either way, he didn't seem to notice one of my older scars due to his state of mind.

Soon enough, my thoughts were being replaced by something else. His mouth parted to reveal his fangs that he took no time in lunging into my skin. He immediately opened a wound into my shoulder and probably cut them into me by over an inch. Blood spilled from the wound, but he was casually trying to consume all of it.

And he wasn't planning on letting go.