You sighed at the question. "Beats me." Sans quirked a bone brow. How does he- "care ta elaborate?"
"I mean I don't fucking know." You shrugged. That was true enough, but you didn't want to tell him the insane powers of how you've been COMING BACK TO FUCKING LIFE! No.. he'd probably think your crazy and right now he was your only ally. "well then. what do you know?" He was regarding you with suspicion. Did you say something wrong? "Well.. monsters want to murder me. There's that. Not sure if there's a merciful bone in their bodies either.."
"Does that bother ya?" Sans asked, leaning on his elbow. "... don't wanna talk about it." You muttered. "yer avoiding my questions. i'm bein honest and shit. why won't you?"
"I don't know what you're-"
"i know your type. ya think your tough shit an can handle everything thrown at ya. i'm the same fuckin way. listen.. i wantcha ta trust me. i wantcha ta know you can come ta me. so i'll show ya something after dinner, k? maybe then you will open up a little.. yea?" He actually seemed sympathetic. He'd never wronged you but.. uhg. Before you could respond Papyrus stomped in. "DINNER IS READY! YOU BEST BE READY FOR MY GREAT AND TERRIBLE MASTERPIECE!!" Did he just call his own cooking terrible? You hopped up. "Great! I'm starved."
"oh this'll be a treat." Sans chuckled as he walked off. "What does that mean?" You asked as you followed him.
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The lasagna was.. well it was truly terrible, but you weren't going to tell the angry, animalistic, deadly monster that. So instead you flashed your brightest smile, made a mental note to throw up whatever the hell that was supposed to be later, and choked down the rest of said shit all while complmenting him on his 'amazing' cooking skills. In all this Sans' face had gone from amused to utterly shocked simply for the fact that you DID finish it WITHOUT blowing chunks. It wasn't the first terrible thing you were forced to eat. You were sure it wasn't going to be your last. Papyrus on the other hand was absolutely beaming, his tail going a mile a minute. "SEE SANS, AT LEAST THIS HUMAN KNOWS GREAT SKILL, THEY ABSOLUTELY ADORED IT! PERHAPS SOME MORE?"
"how the fuck-" Sans was still flabbergasted. "Sure Papyrus.." Death by lasagna sounds amazing on your tombstone right now. "nah, br- alpha- need ta save some fer tamorrow. 'sides should probably get 'er ta the torture room, yea?"
"FOR ONCE YOU MAKE A GOOD POINT.." Papyrus muttered. Wait did you hear that right? "You have your own torture room?!" You asked as Sans grabbed your arm. "yep."
"WHY YES! I DESIGNED THE WHOLE THING OUT MYSELF SINCE SANS IS A LAZY FUCK." Damn.. Sans really has it rough don't he? "I- I see.."
"eh. don't worry. ain't as bad as it sounds." With that Sans led you outside and to some sort of shed. Just as you were about to enter it there was a flash of red and you were met with darkness.
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It was pitch black all around you. For a moment you thought you were blind again so you felt and sensed around yourself. Sans was in front of you. His hand was still on your arm. Under you was something soft and springy. A bed, you guessed lacking any sheets. To your left was what felt like a blanket. To your right a pillow. "WHY are we in your room?"
"that.. was oddly calm for a girl who can't see at the moment. and how did you know this was my room?"
"It's trash like you." You hadn't meant to say that out loud. It was only supposed to be a joke but.. "I'm so sorry I didn't-" He busted out laughing. "holy shit kid, nice burn!" Speaking of burning your cheeks were now hot with embarrassment. "Th-thanks.." As odd as it sounded you kinda missed being blind. Your eyes were adjusting to the dark now and you could see Sans' silhouette in front of you with it an odd sense of disappointment. "well.." the monster calmed down. "first, i gotta commend ya fer puttin up with Papyrus' shit cookin. i have know clue how ya pulled that off. second i figured you'd prefer the warmth of the house over freezin to death in the shed. "'s 'sposed ta storm tanight." If that was the case then you definitely preferred the house. "only problem is there's only one blanket an alpha won't allow me ta have my vents open ta let heat in.." You noticed red across his cheekbones. Wait.. that means.. "We're going to have to share.."
"...more 'r less. can't exactly freeze, but if my soul gets to cold i'll die so.."
"Shit.."
"heheheh.." Okayyy.. time for a subject change. "So what did you want to show me.. and don't say it was a trick either cause I will punch you." You warned. "no, no.. nothin like that! ya just seem ta struggle with yer past so uh.. i was thinkin of sharing mine.. to.. uh.. ya know.. show you yer not alone an' shit.." You were curious. "Show me your past..? How?"
"its.. it's called soul synchronization. i 'sync' my soul beat to yours an in return ya can see my past from when i was.. uh.. 'born' ta now. it.. it's how we monsters get ta know one another an'.. i wantcha to get to know me. then maybe i can get ta know you as well?" He explained. That was.. it sounded interesting but you weren't all to eager for him to get to know you. "Maybe.."
"it's all up ta you, butcha gotta trust me first." It was your choice..

Trust?

Deny?