You trembled, eyes locked into the red that dotted the snow. Your blade laid alone, thrown aside soon after your attack. "Sans I'm.. I'm so sorry... I... didn't mean..."

Red trickled down your face, adding to the white portrait beneath you. You froze, fear locking your body. You looked up, trembling. Realization overwhelming you, you crashed into the snow, clasping your hands over your face.

Your stomach burned sharply, the laceration not puncturing far but still hurting. Above you Sans purched in a tree, red staining the back of his hood. He lifted it, throwing aside a bottle of ketchup before jumping down. "(Y/N)! Are you okay?!"

You lifted your top gently and probed the shallow puncture. With a shallow, gasping laugh, your head dangled forward, tears falling into the snow and burrowing small holes into the powder. "Why in the world do you have ketchup in your hoodie?" You asked.

"Wha- I, (Y/N) you just stabbed yourself! Are. You. Okay?" He pushed you back by the shoulder, looking at your self-inflicted wound. You knocked his hand away roughly and lowered the hem of your shirt back down. Placing your palm into the crook of his neck, you pushed yourself onto your feet. Your free hand pressed gently over your stomach. "I'll be okay. It's not nearly as deep as it could have been. It'll heal without any stitches. Like a rough scrape."

Sans followed in your movements, never once shuddering or hesitating. Your eyes were locked into his fluid, almost impossible motion. It was no wonder he danced so beautifully.

"How can you know for sure? You could be in shock! You could-"

"Sans, trust me. I know." You pulled your hand away from him and laid your eyes into the distance, shifting about to move. "But I think it's safe to say I won't be able to dance anymore today. We should head back."

Sans stood aghast, thrown off rhythm by your level head. Your cool expression gave nothing away, and when your glassy eyes turned towards him, you offered only a smile. A tear dove down from your eye, and your hand trembled. Your body hunched forward just slightly, and your shirt was now stained an unsavory, sticky red. While your expression betrayed nothing to your emotion, your body was far more expressive. Sans took you gently and sighed, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, I guess I'll believe you for now. Let's head back." 

Sans took you by the elbow and the familiar blue magic you now knew to be his enveloped you whole. Your body felt weightless for a brief second, almost numbing in a way, before you hit the ground hard again. You rocked on your heel, stabilized by Sans firm grip on your arm. You hissed gently but composed yourself as you flopped down onto a bed. "So Sans, why your room? Didn't want to let the others know I was hurt or didn't want them to know we ran off alone together? I seem to remember thinking you'd promised Papyrus that you'd spend some time actually working today. Of course I can't really blame you for doing anything otherwise." 

Sans spared you a glance but you couldn't help but sense you'd struck a nerve somewhere along the line. Of course you had. "You're bloodied up. We both know that if Frisk saw it he'd panic, regardless of whether or not you say you're okay." He explained bluntly. "I'll get you some bandages and a new shirt. I shouldn't take too long, just stay here." 

"Yeah, I will." 

Silence carried on for moment as he looked at you. You kept your gaze upwards on the smooth white ceiling. From downstairs you could hear song erupting from the large stereo, something high-tempoed and chirping. It seemed like one of the neutral songs they'd play in competitions to gauge one's ability to freestyle. You escaped reality for a moment, imagining what it would be like to get to watch Frisk participate in one, how he might react to this song. Maybe he was downstairs right at that moment, dancing without your imposing. You had yet to see him since you lost yourself to rage. You heard Sans sigh before disappearing once more, walking outside his door and closing that behind him. 

You finally brought your gaze back down, taking a cleansing breath as you lifted your top to swipe away some of the blood that stuck stubbornly to you. Lifting the top off, you left yourself in a sports bra and took the clean parts from the shirt to try to thin out the mess. Sadly, your tank top was hardly ideal for the task. You stood and spun slowly, searching in the room for something to use. You could hardly hope for anything like hand sanitizer or the likes, but maybe there'd be a water bottle at the very least. You walked around slowly analyzing the organized chaos that was the piles of his room. Despite the clutter he kept, there were surprisingly no water bottles to be seen. That may just be the most impossible thing Sans has ever managed. 

You followed the baseboard with your eyes, circling about until you crossed the closet. The door stood slightly agape. You put your hand on it, going to slide it shut before it stopped. You looked down to the obstacle blocking it. You raised a  brow, finding it to be a plastic crate. Wires overflowed from the mess, small devices and trinkets scattered about the mess. You knelt down slowly, picking through the mess. "What is all this stuff?" You muttered quietly. Some on it still blinked, though that truly didn't explain any of the items purposes. "Why would Sans have all these things?" 

You looked up, pushing the door back slightly more, looking into the interior space. Piles of socks and discarded clothing were piled on the floor except for on the floor straight back from the door. You felt deeper into the closet, finding nothing else. As you retracted your hand, moving back from the closet as a sharp white glow peeked from beneath the baseboard. You gasped quietly. 

"There's a room back there??"

A few quick steps thud quickly down the hall. You shoved the box back into the closet and closed the door. You rolled on your back and launched yourself up to your feet. You tumbled, falling sideways on to the bed once more. The door flew open violently and through it rushed a small, very angry Frisk. 

Without even comprehending his speed, he'd launched himself against your stomach and shoved you back onto the bed. You yowled in pain, palming your fresh wound as you wrapped your other arm around Frisk. "Frisk-" You winced. 

"Shut up! You're so dumb sometimes you know that? Why would you go off like that? Do you know how worried I was?" He asked tearfully. 

Your mind started to race as your heart pounded against your ribs. "F-Frisk! I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to go off like I did! It's just I was so on edge when we got into the lab, and when Undyne started threatening you I got so... God, all I could see was red. I'm so sorry Frisk!" 

"W-What?! What are you even talking about? I might be a little upset that you got into a fight with her but that is NOT what I was talking about! You just disappeared all of a sudden! By the time Alphys calmed Undyne down, she couldn't even find you on any of the observational cameras she'd been watching us on! Where did you go?! And what happened to you? Is that why Sans has the bandages?! Answer me already!!" 

You sat there for a moment, stunned by his outburst. You glanced back at the closet for a moment, but turned your attention to your newest surprise guest. Your mouth gaped open and closed like a fish. You couldn't find the words to excuse yourself, the images of your cursed performances resurfacing in your memory. Your mannerisms calmed as soon as you processed his words. "I'm fine. I just hid for a bit in the forest. I needed to calm down." 

"That doesn't explain how you got hurt." 

"It was an accident, don't worry. It's shallow anyway." You said. 

Frisk's face seemed to screw up and reddened with a mix of emotion. Sans swung into the room, panting as though he'd just run a marathon. "Frisk..." he huffed, catching his breath. "Sorry (Y/N). He heard rummaging not long after I left. Damn can that kid move." 

Sans walked to you and handed you the bandages he'd collected, alongside a rag and a shirt. You took them without a word, offering only nod, then straightened yourself to look at your cut. You quickly cleaned it in practiced motions, within moments you were bandaged and you threw the plain black turtleneck over your head. It was large, but you weren't about to complain about the hospitality. "Thanks Sans." 

Frisk huffed looking annoyed with the both of you. "So Sans was with you huh? Sans, what happened to her?! She wo-" 

"Kid, try not to worry. (Y/N), she might be in a bad mood right now but I promise I was looking after her. She's got a lot on her mind." 

More like in my mind...

"She always has a lot on her mind. But every since we fell she's been way more secretive. (Y/N), you know you can trust me right? I'm not just some kid to protect. And honestly, I think something is wrong! Please let me-" 

Sans rested his hand on Frisk's shoulder and shook his head. "Another time Frisk. Trust me." 

Frisk's face fell, and he sighed. Backing off, he looked at you carefully. "Well, I guess that's okay. I kinda guess we have other problems to deal with right now." 

"Other problems?" 

As though cued, the music from downstairs faded into the next song of the queue. There was a little bit of chatter before a new song erupted to life. Soft voices filled the air to a rising background, clearly not speaking any sort of English. You listened keenly for a second as the voices of Korean Pop Idols slowly filled the house in harmony. You yourself had never really had a K-Pop phase, however you did enjoy the choreography greatly. You thought for a little bit, trying to imagine Sans, or even Papyrus adding this song to the stereo. However an instant changed that as suddenly you realized what he'd meant. 

Your eyes widened as you put the pieces together. It definitely was something you weren't surprised by, seeing as Frisk had always been one to face issues as quickly as possible, but you didn't even consider who would be home by the time you got back. Truthfully you thought they'd have been at the lab still, but that clearly wasn't the case here. 

You let out a deep breath, rubbing your palm against your temple. "So Alphys and Undyne are here aren't they?" You asked. 

"Well, yeah. I didn't want to prolong any drama between you and anyone if you could just talk it out now. Alphys is keeping Undyne downstairs right now for the sake of peace, but I really think you should apologize first..." 

"Me?! I didn't- I... actually no. Yeah okay, I'll go apologize to her. I was not in my right mind at all." Frisk's eyes seemed to light up a little as you planted a hand on his head. Sans looked a little uneasy still, but your willingness to work things out seemed to improve his moods as well. You stood less shakily than before, though still slightly wincing. Your eyes slid towards the closet briefly, but you ignored your curiosity and headed towards the stairs. As you looked over the railing, Undyne's back was faced towards you, Alphys facing you. They danced in sync to the song, very much off brand for Undyne but exactly right for your adorable yellow dinosaur friend. 

Alphys looked at you first, shuddering as she danced. A nervous smile took her face as she paused the music and put her hand on Undyne's shoulder. Undyne turned slowly, locking eyes with you. No one spoke. There was dead silence. You took your pace slowly, walking in a sluggish pace towards the bottom of the stairs.

To your immediate surprise, Undyne didn't face you with a snarl, or even really distaste. If anything, she looked annoyed, maybe even shameful. If you weren't crazy, maybe even a tad bit respectful. "Undyne," you said in a cool, level tone. "I'm well aware that words can only ammend so much, and what I did was unforgivable, but it's only right I apologize. I should've had a better handle on my temper, and I shouldn't have attacked you. I'm sorry."

She didn't respond immediately, furrowing her brow as she thought. Anger seemed to cross her expression, but just as it appeared she'd extinguished the emotion. "If that's what your kind call a temper, I'm afraid of what we'll face when we get up there." She said coldly. However, she smiled, cocking her head slightly as she looked at me. "Though if I can expect more fighters like you, maybe that isn't so bad."

You scoffed gently, masking it as a chuckle. "Only the worst humans."

You looked at one another in silence. Frisk stood nervously between you as though he was trying to distance two snapping dogs. Alphys gently held Undyne's wrist in her hand, noticeably squeezing whenever Undyne seemed to tense in any manner.

You cast your eyes down, shifting from one foot to another nervously. Pain still pulsated from your midsection, though no longer bleeding still incredibly fresh. "Still..." Undyne began, jarring you slightly with her sudden, booming voice. "That really was some performance wasn't it." Her tone was jovial, obviously trying to extend an olive branch through the awkward silence. Though you couldn't help but tense with the word 'performance.'

"Yeah, it was."

It was silent for another spell, as a plastic smile stretched your face. It would be fair to say you were uncomfortable being any sort of friendly with a monster you'd recently attempted to kill. You palmed your wound, pressing it so that the stinging might distracted you, but as you moved Undyne outstretched a roughed hand, her face neutral. Her eyes, however almost danced with excitement. "Perhaps sometime, we could spare?"

You hesitated, your arms began to tremble again, knees shaking almost visibly. You took a deep drawl of air before extending your own hand, shaking hers and nodding.

"Perhaps." You echoed.

After a few mere seconds of quiet, Alphys tugged Undyne's attention away and she dropped your sweating palm. You gasped for air, the pain of your wound still buzzing beyond your racing thoughts. This was far to much stress for just one person. Undyne turned back to Alphys, her mood instantly becoming joyous and gushing as Alphys' anxiety slowly subsided.

You breathed deeply and looked back at your young companion. Frisk smiled gently, his cheeks rosy with joy as he went to the speaker and resumed the idol song. You leaned back gently, putting your butt firmly on the stairs and leaning into the railing as you watched Frisk begin to leap back and forth.

You couldn't help the burning in your side, but it's vivid presence seemed right to you. A distraction and a punishment for foolish acts, both reward and not. Heavy steps clumped down the wooden stairs and you glanced up, seeing Sans slowly migrated down the steps. He seemed lost in thought as he moved slowly. Oddly enough, his body still moved like water, each motion still so smooth he looked like he wasn't even real. He looked irritated and upset, only solidifying as his eyes met yours.

You smiled sadly, turning back away from him and sighing as you rested your head on the railing. You couldn't tell why he was mad, but you knew you deserved it.