It had been about a month since the barrier had been broken. Surprisingly you haven't been caught by the monsters yet. You still feared that Asgore would kill you. Even so, you were itching to return to your people.

You were sitting on your favorite chair when you heard whimpers from somewhere outside. You perked your ears up, having just woken up anything could have happened. You hear them again, they were weaker now. You stood up and opened the door. It was winter now, and the cold shocked you, but you continued on. You could hear the whimpering, getting slightly louder as you grew closer, but growing weaker and weaker as time passed.

Soon enough you found a small trail of blood, and followed it. The metallic smell of blood grew stronger and stronger. The blood trail was growing more magnifying, becoming more visible. Eventually you came across a small cave, and just inside of it, so very close to the entrance, was a small wolf. A skeleton wolf. You carefully walked closer, and he noticed and growled. He tried to get up and run away, but failed and collapsed on the ground. He was wearing the same leather jacket and gym shorts that the were-wolf was wearing the day you saw him standing on the cliff edge, afraid yet confident.

"Shh, c'mere, I'm not gonna hurt you." You approached the small wolf, moving carefully, slowly, as not to frighten him. You managed to pull him up into your arms and he feebly attempted to escape your grasp. He again failed and fell limp in your arms, accepting the fact that you had taken him. You walked back to your cabin, the entire time stroking the small wolf in your arms comfortingly.

When you came upon the cabin you were careful opening the door. Keeping it as quiet as possible to keep from scaring the already frightened wolf. You walked in the door, escaping the winter's cold touch and put him down on the couch. He had passed out earlier, and was sleeping peacefully, but there was still blood oozing from whatever ever wounds were under his tattered clothing.

You walked into the kitchen and got a rag and a bowl of water. The bandages were already in the living room. You had to use them often enough. You sat down next to the wolf almost as soon as he started to wake up. His eyes fluttered open and when he noticed you sitting next to him he tried to bolt. You let him; he needed to get over his fear himself. He cowered into the couch cushion, trying to get as far away from you as he could. "Calm down, you'll hurt yourself." You reached out a hand to him, and when he swatted at it he winced in pain and fell down again. You took this chance and grabbed him, careful not to hurt him. He tried to bite you, but it was a feeble attempt.

You started to remove his jacket, and he squirmed in your arms, trying to keep you from looking at his wounds. "I know you can understand me, so listen to this. I'm. Trying. To. Help. You. Now would you please stop moving so much?" you used a stern tone, and the look of fear in his eyes was evident, but he was still defiant. He let out a low growl, and swatted at your hands again before falling into submission.

You carefully removed his jacket and put it to the side. He growled at you when you curled your fingers around the bottom of his shirt. "Come on now, I've got to clean whatever wounds you have under there." You used the calmest voice you could muster, and it seemed to work. The wolf stopped growling and just glared at you. You pulled his shirt over his head and put it to the side with his jacket.

You looked down at his ribs. Most of them were either cracked or broken, and he had a serious looking cut on the back of his neck that was hidden by his hood before. You got the rag and water and started to clean the cuts and breaks where he was bleeding. He yelped in surprise when the rag came in contact with the first, but was quiet after that. There was just one problem.

You had to set the bones that had fractured or broken, so that they wouldn't heal in the wrong way or get infected. "Alright, you wanna turn into a skeleton for me, this is gonna hurt." He looked up at you, surprised. "What, you think I didn't know you were a were-wolf, I'm not an idiot, and I'm one too." You gestured towards your ears and tail. Realization covered the wolf's face and he blushed and nodded.

They way he changed was much different than the way you change. While you seem to go through a sped up metamorphosis, he just sort of popped into skeleton form. A small plume of foggy magic seemed to emit from him for a fraction of a second, and then there sat a skeleton with black ears and a tail right across from you on the couch. His teeth were sharp, very sharp. One had been knocked out and there was a triangular piece of gold was in its place.

His smile changed into a smirk for just a moment before he doubled over in pain. He inhaled sharply as his ribs cracked and popped. "C'mon, you're gonna have to sit up for me." You grabbed his shoulders and pushed him up against the back of the couch. "Yeah, this is gonna hurt, a lot" you said, talking hold of the first rib carefully, gently. "Yeah, ya think." "Yep, so what's your name?" You were trying to get his mind off the pain. "Sans, Sans the Skeleto- HOLY FUCK!" You just set one of the ribs as he was trying to say skeleton. He flinched and you almost broke it off. "Careful there, try not to move your ribs so much." You started wrapping the splint around it. You repeated this process with him about fourteen more times. Asking him a random question to get his mind off the pain as he thought, and then setting the bone when he least expected it. There was a lot of profanity involved.

"And there" you had just finished bandaging the last wound. "You stay here, and I'll go get you a shirt to wear." you picked up the supplies and disposed of them in the kitchen sink, proceeding to your room just on the other side to find him a shirt. You found a red one that looked almost exactly like his other one. You walked back to the living room to find Sans sitting on the couch, patiently waiting. "Here. You can put this on for now." you handed him the shirt." What's wrong with my other one." that was definitely not a question you expected. "Umm, it's covered in blood and ripped to shreds. You'll be lucky if I can fix it." He just scoffed and put on the shirt. He was surprisingly polite for a monster. Last you remembered they all acted like blood-thirsty beasts. Maybe that human had something to do with it. None of the other humans made it out alive.