...Sans grabs you and stuffs you in his pocket.

Why did it have to be you?

Why do you have to go through this?

WHY?

You start to cry, loudly.

"Why me..." you cry softly, "why me..."

In the next hour you fall asleep, but you are woken up by sans, who still looks at deadly as ever.

He takes you out of his pocket, "Hey, wake up." He says, glareing at you, "So I was thinking about possibly being friends." He says, "R-Really?!" You beem, "Maybe," he blushes "I don't know yet, you can go back to sleep now." He says, blushing harder.

He just shakes his head and puts you back in his pocket. 'I think he likes me.'   You think, smile, drifting off to sleep. 

(A/N: Crap....I'm running out of ideas, any ideas for what should happen next?) 

A/N: 'I think he likes me.' no he don't. NO HE DONT, remember kids: THIS STORY IS AN EXAMPLE OF A TOXIC RELATIONSHIP.