"TWEAKER, HOLY FUCK" Sans scream, bursting into my room at my house in which he does not live.

"Could you knock next time?" I snap at him.

"FREDDY ASKED ME OUT!" Sans continued. "ME OF ALL PEOPLE!"

I closed my dance book (Yes, I take dance). "What you need to do is calm down."

"BUT I CAN'T!" Sans was practically wailing at this point.

We all knew Sans was straight. And of course, the non straights joke about it constantly. Like on a math problem that called for the use of a straightedge, Bill leaned back, breathed deeply, and screamed "SANS! GET IN HERE!"

But to be asked out by a person of the same gender as him must be distressing and a shock.

"What do I do?" he pleads. "I'm straight, but he really likes me. I don't like him like that, but I don't want to let him down."

I put a hand on his shoulder to stop his rant. "Then tell him. Tell him that you unfortunately can't return his feelings. I'm sure he'll understand."

He stammers his thanks and leaves.

I flop on the bed, my thoughts wandering. Every time I try to think of something, my mind connects it right back to Goldie. Dancing. The way Goldie plays with his hair when he's nervous in that beautiful rhythimetic way. Spooktober. The night sky in Goldie's eyes, dark like Halloween night.  Why am I like this?

I started piecing it all together. I honestly started liking him that day I saved him from the pack of girls. The feelings were intensified after eating the-

The cookies. He drugged me.

                                                                                        ...

I thought Freddy would be able to handle it. Sans did exactly as planned, but here we all are, with Sammy rigged to a chair, so that when she would be shot by Freddy, the force would trigger a pulley, yanking the box from underneath Bill's feet, hanging him. The force of the lynching would pull a trigger, stabbing me in the neck, and that force would sent a spark into Mapleshade's gas filled chamber, sending her up in flames. Basically, Freddy went yandere.

I could have gotten out. But the thing is, I was strapped to a baseboard so that I could only turn my head.

Sans was staring at the death trap in horror, particularly my component of it. 

"Let them go!" Sans begged. "They have nothing to do with this!"

"Wrong, my little wishbone, they have everything to do with this." Freddy had a gun pointed at Sammy's forehead as he talked to Sans. "You can run, but they'll die. All I want -need- is you, Sans. I would burn this world to the ground, if that's what it takes." His hand tightened on the gun. "I love you."

I stared in horror. "Sans, no!"

He closes his eyes and holds out his hand in defeat. "Fine."

Freddy grabs his hand and pulls him into his embrace.

All I could do is watch as Freddy took Sans from us.