You giggled, poking Sans' arm. "Don't be like that."

You two were at Grillby's. Sans kept making puns. You were getting annoyed. All the voices, the laughter, Sans. You ran a thumb over the knife in your lap, blood welling from the small cut.
It would be so easy. He wouldn't see it coming. You smiled at the thought, and he winked at you.

"Ready to go?" He stood and held out his left hand.

You reached out and grabbed it. The knife glinted as you stood. And his eye lights drifted down towards it as the blade swung trough the air.

"No, (y/n)-"

"Let go of me!" You jerked away from the hand holding you, scrambling back on the couch. "Go away go away go away!"

Sans held up his hands. "Sorry! So-"

You threw your arms around his neck. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to bring it with me, I didn't mean to hurt you!" You sobbed into his shoulder.

"Uh..." He hugged you awkwardly back. "It's okay, kiddo. Your fine. Probably just a dream."

Probably.

You pull away and sniffle. He lets go and studies you. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah. I guess I am." You rub your eyes and let out a shaking breath. "Just a nightmare."

".... what was it about."

"Um..... my..... sister...." You lie. But it isn't easy, and he obviously knows it's not the truth. But he accepts it anyways.

Sans nods. "Your lucky Pap is a deep sleeper. The only thing that wakes him up is a phone."

"Oh. How long have I been asleep?"

"About four hours." He shrugged. "I woke up awhile ago, and you were still asleep. Wanna go to Grillby's now?"

You yawned and nodded. "As long as he serves coffee."

You'd made yourself decent enough and stepped outside. Sans was turned away, staring down at his hand. When you walked up, he turned and shoved it in his pocket.

"Ready to go?" He held out his left hand, and you cringed.

"Mhm." You didn't take his hand, but instead walked by him.

He sighed. "So, do you usually have nightmares?"

"I've had them since my parents..... since I was little." You blushed. "They're usually worse than that one though."
You thought of Tori dying, Frisk running away because Chara said to.
Chara. Frisk had always called it a true name.
Her imaginary friend, Chara. You always had nightmares about her. And one day, Frisk ran away, leaving a note saying chara was going to keep her safe. Now....

"Hello? Earth to (y/n)? Well, no, Underground to (y/n), more like. You alright?"

You nodded. "I'm fine."

You stared directly at Sans as grillby took your order.

"Do you want some fries with that?"

Sans glanced at you. "I think she's fine. Are you?"

"Mhm."

"Alright. Be right back."

Sans winked at you. "Any paticular reason you wanted to go on a date?"

"How old are you."

He blinked in surprise. "Um.... why?"

"Because I may be underground, but I'm still jail bait."

Sans burst out laughing. "I don't give out my age. But I am the older brother."

"Where did you come from?"

"Somewhere blue and wet."

"Was that inappropriate?"

"I'm being dead serious."

There was a silence. You frowned. "Wait a minute-"

"Cause I'm a skeleton."

"MOTHERFU-"

*Time skip* *by like 5 minutes*

"Ahem. Do you have parents?"

"...." He didn't answer right away. "Well, not exactly. We had a fatherly figure at one point, if that's what you would call him, but Papyrus wouldn't remember. Oh, and don't ask him this. Ever."

You nodded. "So you've been on your own."

"For awhile now. A very long while. You know, Paps used to be tiny. I have pictures."

His phone rang. He pulled it out."Yeah-"

He pulled the phone away from his.... head. He didn't have ears. "SANS I HAVE BEEN LOOKING EVERYWHERE FOR YOU WHERE ARE YOU!?"

"Heh, guess it's time to go."

"We're finishing this conversation later."