(I am very sorry if I haven't posted in a while. Wattpad was stupid and it deleted what I wrote for this chapter, and I don't really remember what I wrote. Yippee. Please enjoy anyway. Have fun!)

~Time Skip: A Few Weeks Later~

Sans' POV
I've decided. Today's the day. I'm going to tell Y/N how I feel.

It's been a long time coming. Ever since she came through the door to the Ruins, I knew that we were one and the same; our only difference is that she's a human and I'm a monster. We both are punmasters, we have the same dry sense of humor, and we would do anything to protect those we care about. We are car-bone copies. Sorry not sorry.

So, here's how I'm hoping today will go: Y/N and I mostly laze around all day, then I make a good excuse to leave and go over to Waterfall. Once there, I set everything up for tonight and head back. I convince Y/N to come with me and I take us to the place. After I show her Waterfall, I ask her to be my girlfriend. Very, very simple plan.

In reality, I take a shaky breath. There's a lot of stuff that needs to go perfectly. Besides, there's another complication stacked on top of all the other ones. Although she will not admit it, there is definitely something wrong with Y/N.
When I first met her, she seemed, well, bubbly. Now, she's more... reserved. Quiet. Basically, not like her at all. Y/N tends to stay away from us now, even Papyrus. Of course, when interacted with, she'll brighten up and be herself. But...is it even herself?

I shook the question off, both mentally and IRL. No. It wasn't the time for that. It's time for Step One: Time Wasting.

"Hey, Y/N."

She turned her head. I was sitting on a middle step on the stairs, and she was sprawled on the couch. "Yeah, Sans?" she asked. In the most nonchalant way I could, I remarked, "We haven't had a pun war in a while..."

She raised an eyebrow. "You want to go, with the skele-ton of puns I have?"

I grinned cheekily. "Oh, it is on."

And therefore, the greatest pun war in history began. Many puns marched bravely into battle, but not all made it out alive. Whenever one made a daring pun, the other was sure to counter back with one just as daring. We were equal in our mastery of the sacred art of punmaking. However, after such a long war, my ammo started running out.

I started sweating. I managed to pull out, "I hope you don't think you're gonna win, cause you are going down Underground."

Y/N laughed at my feeble attempt. "Ha! If this is how delusional you truly are, then I think I got this on lockdown," she grinned evilly, and pulled out a lock and an arrow—which she pointed down—out of nowhere.

I smiled in defeat. Yep. I was definitely going down.

"You know what?" Y/N continued. "Tibia honest, I feel so confident that I don't think I need the skele-ton of puns I have kept in reserve, 'cause you're such a bonehead that you will never ascend to my level of puniness." She crossed her arms, and I could almost see the MLG sunglasses on her face.

I smirked for a second, before throwing my hands in the air dramatically. "Oh no! The great Y/N has defeated me! I'm dying! I'm dusting!" I fell to my knees, clutching at some imaginary wound, and smacked my face into the floor, closing my 'eyes' to signify death. "I'm dead," I whispered.

It was silent for a few moments. I cracked open a socket, to see a deathly pale Y/N. "Dust?" she murmured.

"Yeah," I said, opening my eyes fully and standing up. "It's what happens when monsters die. We become piles of dust, or ashy-lookin' stuff."

"Ash?" Her face drained of more color. "Dust...that looks like ash...and comes from monsters?" Her eyes darted over to me, and I nodded to confirm her statement. Her hands started shaking violently. "Dust..." She trailed off. Her eyes started watering. "No...it can't be...I thought...it makes sense...but how...why didn't she...wait...that means that...I'm...but...she...she's..."

Y/N's POV
No...it can't be. My mother couldn't be a monster.

But it had to be true. It was the only explanation.

I remember the last time I saw her. I was seven years old...

~|~

I was so happy and naïve back then, especially that day. Mommy and I were getting something called 'Nice Cream' at a nearby shop. She paid for it as I sat in the snow and licked at the cone. The vanilla flavor and creamy texture gave me a...nice feeling in my stomach and soul. I smiled, looking at my mother. She was smiling, but it was a pained smile; I could tell—my eyes were adapted to see pain in others. "Mommy," I asked, "what's wrong?"

(I'm sorry, but I have to end this chapter here. I need to get something up, and I'll start on part 2 to this chapter ASAP. Once again, sorry for the delay and sorry for the short chapter. Love ya all!)

TO BE CONTINUED...