Quiet blanketed the town, even the music of the club seeming distant and dim. You clutched tightly at Sans' jacket around you, eyes watching your feet as the snow crunched beneath your feet. Not a word rang between the two of you. You didn't feel awkward about what happened, but it felt nice to just let the world spin. Sometimes it was important to let the world be silent. 

Sans led the way before you, periodically looking back at you to make sure you were still there. The same smile still braved his face, but it seemed so much softer than before, so much more... understanding. Since you'd escaped, only Frisk had known the tale that forever taunted you beyond your mask of a grin. Telling Sans was such a large step, it was unfamiliar. It was one of the most daunting things you'd ever done. It was terrifying to say the least, but it was also the biggest relief you'd felt, other than finding Frisk was alright after falling into the entrance to the Underground. 

A faint smile stretched over your face. You were thankful he was willing to listen to you, even more so he didn't run away after he knew your secret. "Sans?" You called in a small voice, watching your feet as you walked. The house wasn't far, but you wanted to say this before you got back. 

He stopped, turning back towards you. "What's up (Y/N)?" Sans asked. 

"I wanted to ask you one more thing before we get home. A favor really..." 

"Sure, what is it that you need?" 

"I know I told you my entire story, about my mother and how everything flipped and all that... but can you not tell Frisk about it?" You asked, fingers entwined with one another. 

He raised a brow as he looked at you, confused by the request. "What do you mean? Wasn't he there when all of it happened?" 

You sighed gently, avoiding eye contact. "He was there when we escaped, yes, but he doesn't know about how broken I was by that... He saw how scared I was when we first met, but when we escaped, he only ever saw me as numb to it past then. I haven't talked about it much since then. I've been more focused on providing for Frisk rather than dwelling on my own troubles." 

"Oh... so you're trying to spare him the worry by covering it up?" Sans pondered. 

You laughed heavily, rubbing the back of your neck as you covered your face. "You make me sound worse than I am." 

He laughed, looking at you with a gentle gaze. Placing a hand on your head, he patted you as he turned back. "Don't worry. I won't mention it to the kid." His smile fell slightly as he looked back at you. "But try not to keep it all pent up... it's not exactly good for you." 

"Heh, I've heard that before. I'll... try." 

Sans chuckled, starting again towards the house. "Well, it's a start at least." 

You smiled gently, following close behind him. "Thanks... Sans." 

As you approached the door, there was silence and dark behind exterior. As you walked in, the chaotic noise of a sleepover in progress had dissolved into the gentle snores that echoed through Papyrus' door. It was peaceful. Eyes searching the walls, you located a clock and read it's time. A snicker fell from you. "You broke your promise Sans." You chimed. 

"Huh? What promise?" 

"It's 3:28. You told Papyrus you'd be back before 2 A.M. when we left." 

Sans paused for a moment in the doorway of the kitchen, thinking. He laughed, looking back at you. "Well, at least he isn't awake to nag us about it. I won't say anything if you don't." 

You laughed quietly, muffling it with your hand so not to wake your nearby friends. "Yeah I didn't plan on that anytime soon."

You sat on the couch, lowering the volume of the television as you flipped through the channels. A few late night shows and news reports later, you turned on some random channel and zoned out, resting your head in your palm. You mind wondered aimlessly as the news droned on uselessly. Your eyes felt heavy at the weight of sleep, causing you to yawn. 

"Ya tired kid?" Sans asked, making you jump slightly. 

"Huh?! Oh, it's just you. I forgot you were here." You muttered, staring back into nothingness. 

"Wow, you really are tired aren't you?" He teased. 

You waved your hand dismissively, eyes drifting close. "No no, I'm fine. My eyes just feel a little heavy is all..."

Sans smiled standing up as he continued to look down at your drifting form. "I'm pretty sure that's the same thing as tired (Y/N). Wait here." 

You sat up slightly, looking at him. "Hold on, where are you going?" 

He didn't respond, instead leaving you in confusion as blue light blinded you and he vanished from sight. You stood, looking around. "Sans? Where did you go?" 

A sharp snap filled the air and you swallowed a squeal. Turning around, you found yourself blind as soft fabric hit your face and you fell backwards. Sans' familiar chuckles came from behind the blanket that curtained your face. You pouted, removing the blanket only to be pelted by a pillow. "Will you stop doing that?" You snapped, pulling the pillow down from your face. 

Yet again a pillow smacked against your face and you stood, swinging the fluffy feather sack at your mischievous friend as he suppressed a laugh. He jumped back, moving smoothly.  You found yourself pleasantly satisfied by the sight, quickly formulating a plan. Whether it was your sleep deprived mind or lack of common sense, you didn't know. His fell slightly as a grin crept across your face. 

You lifted a pillow, swinging it at his feet, grabbing the other pillow in your free hand and swinging it in procession, just slightly higher. His eyes widened as he jumped down his body moving through the gap between your assault and flipping backwards. One hand remained planted on the ground as confusion filled his features. You were mesmerized by the fluidity with which he moved. "What the hell?" 

"Beautiful..." You murmured, relaxing as you admired his dance.   

"What?" He asked. 

You blushed lightly, pulling your arms against yourself. "Oh, I said beautiful... You dance really well..." 

"Oh..." He whispered, blushing a blue color. You had to choke back a gasp as he stood, placing a hand at the back of his neck. "Thanks, I guess. I don't really here that too much." 

"Well, I guess we can relate in that way." You laughed. "At least you can dance without being afraid." 

A bitter tone hung in your voice as you sat on the couch, hugging a pillow to yourself. He fell quiet as he looked down at you, a sense of depression haunting your porcelain smile. "You're afraid to trigger an instinct, aren't you?" He asked tenderly. 

"Heh, guess I'm a great window, because you see right through me." You joked, turning your head and faking focus on the news. 

You felt a surplus of wet in your eyes but you wiped it away. "Sorry, I'm being depressed. I guess it's just a thing now." 

Sans remained quiet and you felt defeat flood your senses. Sudden regret took you and you felt the need to take back everything you'd said. You tried to cover your burst of panic but the appearance of a skeletal hand before you caused you to jump back instead.

Follow back to its owner, you tilted your head in Sans' direction and raised a brow. "What?"

"Come on." He instructed, voice soft and gentle. "I wanna show you something."

"Sans, it's already 3 A.M., closer to 4... it's too late to go anywhere." You explained.

"We don't have to leave the house for me to show you. I promise. Just trust me."

"Okay..." You muttered, standing slowly.

You looked at his hand in a confused manner before taking it in yours and looking back up to meet Sans' gaze. "Okay, now what?" You asked.

"We start." He said cockily, smiling.

"Huh-"

He pulled your hand sharply and you stumbled forward. Grasping your hand firmly, Sans led your body in a tight spin before you fell in his arm at a deep sweep. Once again, your leg flew up as a counterbalance, but this time your face erupted in embarrassed heat. "What the hell?!"

He dropped his arm supporting your back, yanking you upwards. All the while, he guided your hand to his shoulder while keeping the other in a tight clasp. Without even hesitating you were swept into a crisp waltz, Sans smiling gently as you processed your situation.

Suddenly your dance took a turn as he spun you behind him, grabbing your other hand so you stood back to back with him, your only connection being at your clasped hands. You sunk down low, rolling off the wall and releasing his hands and landing face to face with him.

You felt a smile on your face but you were still confused. Why did this feel different? Why wasn't this triggering anything... bad?

You snapped your hands from his, breath labored and tired as you looked down at yourself. You shook gently, but you didn't know why. Your laugh was shaky as you knotted your fingers in your hair. Tears trickled down your face and a quiet sob escaped your mouth.

Sans smile fell as he realized your tears, and he rushed to you as you stumbled on to the couch. "Wow, kid? What's wrong? I'm so sorry. I took it too far didn't I? I'm sorry I just wanted to show you-"

"Thank you..." You sobbed quietly, looking at Sans.

He was taken back as you threw your arms around his shoulder, crying quietly as you curled against him.

"(Y/N)...?" He muttered, unsure how to react.

"I don't know why... I don't know how... but I'm not.... I'm not scared when I dance with you... or when you're watching... I-I'm not... Thank you so much..." You stuttered. You looked up at him with tearing eyes, hugging him close. "I finally did it."

"I don't..." Sans started, but as he saw your crying form, a sigh fell from his mouth and he smiled kindly. "You're welcome kid. Anything to make you happy."

Drowsiness tugged at you as you curled into Sans' warmth. It may be the fluff of his jacket you still wore, or maybe it was the fact you didn't care about being comfortable after your many nights of sleeping without a roof, but you relaxed against Sans with a contempt sigh.

His hand fell against your back as he leaned back into the couch. Sans didn't seem to mind you, but you didn't register much as sleep consumed you. "Go......n.....t...." Sans spoke but it seemed distant to you.

You grunted in response, letting yourself slip into one of your rare, peaceful sleeps.
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I was left breathless. They hadn't heard me, but I looked down at Sans and (Y/N) from the open crack of Papyrus' door. Something happened while they were gone, it was given.

(Y/N) was acting more reserved than usual, almost distant. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but from what I could see in her expression. She looked conflicted. But it all melted away so easily in second. Not only that, but in the best display I'd ever seen in her.

Suddenly, Sans had pulled her to her feet and my eyes widened. (Y/N) was surprised, but joy took her features. Excitement even. For one of the first times since I'd known her, she looked truly happy. And for the first time, I saw her dance.

She moved like a swan over the surface of a shimmering, clear Lake. She laughed and smiled as her feet moved reflexively in reaction. All Sans had done was dip her and a whole new (Y/N) had been revealed. A beautiful, happy, and graceful (Y/N).

I felt giddy with joy, but returned to my sleeping bag next to Papyrus, a grin over my face.

"Good job Sis'."