I woke up.

"S-Sans?" I whispered.

"S-Sweetheart?!" Sans whispered back while crying.

"I heard everything! PLEASE! Let me help!" I wrapped him in an awkward hug because of my bandages that he put on my chest.

"You... You heard everything?" Sans spoke while still in my embrace.

"Yes! Sans," I backed away, causing my wounds to hurt a bit, but I only winced. "I care."

"Y-You care?! How the * do you CARE?!" Sans's eyes were full of anger, but also confusion and care, ironically enough.

"I..." I look to the side. "It's kinda hard to not pity someone that pretty much has been going through some of the things that you have been going through." I rubbed my arm, but at the end I felt Sans wrap his arms around me again.

"Sweetheart... You've been through some of the things that I've been through? Which ones?" He whispered while combing his bony fingers through my H/C hair.

"W-well, I did run away, but my parents," I trailed off for a moment. "They treated me like a slave. I was pretty much a maid to them; not really their daughter. Heck, they didn't even give me a name. I just named myself." Sans gently pushed my head towards his chest. He was still combing my hair, and to be honest, it felt really nice.

"An angel like you, who did nothing wrong, should not be in a place like this." His body stiffened.

"I should." Almost immediately, Sans retorts.

"No you shouldn't!" I wrapped my arms around him.

"I don't deserve to be up there. Being a slave, is not fun you know?" I look up to Sans, who is looking in front of us. He notices my gaze, and then he looks down to me.

"Yeah." He speaks in his raspy voice. He looks back to the way he was looking earlier.

"Anyways, my life above, is not fun. Falling down here, could just be the best thing that happened to me, mentally. Not necessarily physically." I rubbed my hands with the back of his jacket, as he uses the free hand that was cradling my neck, and he rubs my neck, which makes me shiver.

"Oh yeah? You call seeing my brother dying, and getting impaled by my bones, 'the best thing that happened to you?'" I giggle.

"No, not that. I was meaning, meeting you!" I look back up to Sans, with a smile on my face. He smiles a real smile back, unlike all of those standard, everyday smiles. He actually forces his... bones.... to smile, unlike just a regular smile.

"Oh really? Still surprised you'd say something like that after I almost killed you." Sans looks away and speaks glumly for the second sentence.

"Don't be so sad Sans. I'm still alive," I nuzzle my face into his ribcage. "and that's all that matters."

"I don't know how you see the good parts of everything."  Sans chuckles. "Down here in the underground, it's just all MESSED UP! We freaking fight each other, we wear dark clothing, our king is putting the motto of 'Kill or be Killed,' but you can tell that I don't really like that * motto. Oh, sorry for my language, you may not lik-" 

"No no, it's okay. I'm used to it." Sans looked at me in shock.

"Okay..." Sans stopped combing my hair.

"Why'd you stop?" I said with the slightest whine.

"Well.... Do you want me to continue?" I contemplated.

"Yeah." I nodded at the same time.

"Well, sorry sweetheart. My arm's getting tired." I giggled.

"Okay." I stopped the embrace.

"Why'd you stop?" Sans questioned this time.

"Well my arms were getting tired." I smiled. I giggled, and Sans started chuckling.

"So how's that wound feeling?" Sans points towards my chest, which I now noticed that was only covered by bandages. I started to blush.

"Great?" I looked back up to Sans. "You took my shirt off right?" 

This made Sans blush. "W-Well I h-had too! Just my healing magic didn't do everything, so I had to do all the extra stuff while you were unconscious." Sans started sweating and noticeably heating up. His bright red blush didn't help.

"Okay, just wondering..." I noticed right away that it got awkward. I stood up, but pain shot through me, and Sans noticed.

"Don't get up!" He lightly shoved me down back on the couch. "Your spine needs to rest, and also some ribs...." He grimly smiled.

"Could you get me something to eat?" I say as Sans gets off the couch.

"Uh... Unless you want inedible spaghetti, then sure. Or if you want mustard." Sans made his way to the fridge and pulled out one of those yellow containers.

"What's mustard?" I questioned.

This made Sans spit out the yellow stuff that was in the yellow bottle.

"You don't know what mustard is?!" Sans exclaimed.

I shook my head. "Nope."

"You gotta try some!" Sans hands me the yellow container. I look at it, confused, but I take it from him anyways.

"How do I eat this?" I point to it.

"You, drink it." Oh.

"Okay." I then lift it up to my mouth, and I open wide. I squirt mustard into my mouth. The taste was, oddly spicy, and... mustardy. I swallow after I put the container down. I didn't know what to say about it. It was odd, it was strong, it was...

"Tasty." I uttered.

"Great! There's more where that came from!" Sans tosses me another bottle.

"I don't really want mustard though! Maybe I could put it on something?" Sans shrugs.

"Unless you want inedible spaghetti? Then, sure." He brings a plate of, what I'm guessing is spaghetti, over. He then squirts some mustard onto the middle.

"Try some." He hands me the plate, and a fork.

"Thanks." I grab the fork and I bite into the first piece of pasta that was not covered in mustard.

The taste....

was....

Revolting.

I scrunched my face, but I swallowed. I would say, that it was as bad as the food that my 'crappy family' gave to me. I then tried some with the mustard. I bit into it.

The taste was still disgusting, but it was better than just plain spaghetti. I took a second bite.

"How the * are you still eating that thing?!" Sans sat beside me on the arm rest.

"Well if your 'crappy family' gives you nothing but moldy food and trash, then you would think that this is okay." I say in a matter-of-fact tone. Sans jaw dropped. Literally. He went to pick it up, and then he sat back down on the couch arm rest. He set it back in place.

"You WHAT?!" Sans outburst.

"Yeah. I'm used to crappy food." I take another bite of spaghetti covered in mustard.

"Gez kid, I really need to take you to...Grillby's, some day." Sans gets a grim facial expression, and I feel oddly sad and I lost my appetite.

"I'm assuming that all of Grillby's got killed too?" Sans looks to the floor.

"Yeah... Grillby might still be there, but everyone else is not." Sans then looks towards me.

"How come you weren't killed?" My eyes never left his face.

"The kid, well," He rubs the back of his neck. "If they choose genocide, then I will go to the capital and in a place called the Judgement Hall. I would go there when the kid arrives there by teleporting, and then, I, would... Fight them..." Sans starts to sweat and he looks fearful and nervous of my reaction. I give him an understanding glance.

"Justice? I think that's what it is called when someone has done something wrong and they get wronged." I oddly say this with a smile.

Sans looks at me like I just confessed that I fell in love with a tree.

"How can you be THIS UNDERSTANDING?!" Sans avoids my gaze again. "I don't deserv-"

"Don't give me that excuse! Please. You do deserve me. You need someone to talk to, I can see that, and here I am." Sans gives me a look of unbelief.

"Then you're my fallen angel." Sans gives me a care-filled expression. I smile, and feel blood go to my cheeks. I hold out my arms. Sans doesn't understand, but I whisper it to him.

"Hug?" I realize that this will be the first ever hug that I get with both of our consent.

"Oh. I'm such a Dingus." Before I can make a comment on the name, I feel Sans's warm arms around me. We hug, and I can feel that we both wanted this, even if we just hugged a few minutes ago.

"This feels... Nice." Sans sighs. I look up to him.

"You do know that we just hugged a few minutes ago right?" Sans's face erupts into a spectrum of red.

"W-we d-did?" Sans stutters. I giggle.

"Yep."  Sans then rests his head on mine.

"How long do you think I will stay here?" I break the comfortable silence.

"..." Sans is silent.

"Sans?" I shift and look up to him.

He's asleep. 

I soften my look of worry, and it forms into one of care. I set down Sans next to me on the couch, and I lay down with him. I close my eyes, and start to cuddle with Sans. Sans then wraps an arm around me, causing me to be stuck there in my sleep. Not like I have a problem with that though. It's rather comforting, plus, I'm a bit cold, but with Sans, I warmed up.

I let the natural wave of unconsciousness comfort me and wrap me in a dream blanket and I sleep.

'*'*'*'*'*'*'*'*'*'*'*'*'*'*'*'*

My eyes flutter open, and I see an empty space beside me. I rub my eyes, and I slowly get up, as to harm my chest in the least possible amount. I never felt any pain though. I eventually sit up, and I crane my head around to look for Sans, but he is no where to be found.

I call for Sans.

But nobody came.

I lay back down, but then I realize that my chest feels fine, along with my spine. I then try to swing my legs over the couch so I could try to stand. I managed, but when I tried to stand, I nearly fell because of not using my muscles in a while. Good thing of walls, because I held onto it. I still held footing, and I then walked a bit. Soon I was fine, but I then realize that I had never been in Sans's house. I decided to explore a bit.

There were stairs in front of me that I could go up, but I kinda wanted to explore the rest of the downstairs. I went to a little table, and it had a book on it. The cover was Chronophobia. I opened it, and then there was a joke book. Inside of the joke book was a Rhabdophobia book. Inside of that, was another joke book. I decided to not go any further. I then questioned the title of the first book; Chronophobia. I looked inside the book to look at one of the chapters.

"What is Chronophobia?" Page 10.

I flip to that page. 

I read the whole page, and I gathered that Chronophobia, was the fear of time.

Sans must have Chronophobia.

I then looked through the Rhabdophobia.

I gathered that Rhabdophobia was the fear of being beaten.

Again, from what Sans told me while I was passed out, was that he had nightmares about Papyrus abusing him, and that's pretty much being beaten.

Sans must have Rhabdophobia.

I close the book. I then sigh as I think of what Sans has been through. I walk over to a table with a rock on it. There is mustard over it. I decide to not question it, and I go to the kitchen. Inside the kitchen is a SUPER tall sink, with a big cabinet underneath, and also there's a fridge. Inside is leftover... spaghetti. Oh, there's also mustard. 

But since that I already had the not-so-great spaghetti-with-mustard, I wasn't going to eat the food. I did remember Sans talking about a place called Grillby's. He said it in a way where there was good food there. Maybe I could ask Sans about it.

"Sans?!" I call.

No one answered.

"Sans?!" I say in a slightly more panicked tone.

No one heard.

"Sans?!!!" I hear my voice crack.

But nobody came.