I wake up, only to find myself in the forest. I groan as my head hurts, everything hurts. I don't know what happened. "Hey kid..." I hear a familiar voice next to me. I turn my head in the direction if the sound to see Sans. I smiled a little, knowing I wasn't alone was comforting. "Hey Sans." I say as I turn back over. "Kid... We need to chat..." Sam's seemed nervous, I could hear it in his voice. I nodded and groaned a bit as I sat up. "I want to say I'm sorry." Sans said. I looked at him, he seemed ashamed. "For what?" I asked confused. "Your friend.... She... Didn't make it." Sans said slowly. And that's when it hit, I forgot we arrived there. I forgot about it all. My friend... Is dead... I gulped as I processed the information. "I tried... But... I was to late. I acted to late..." Sans started crying now. It wasn't his fault. It was Gasters... It was his fault. Not Sans. I instantly got up to hug him but my legs gave out again and I fell. Sans ran by my side and helped me back up. I can tell he was expecting me to push him away. That look of fear and sadness in his eyes. But I hugged him, and I refused to let go. "I'm sorry." I whispered. "Why are you apologizing?" Sans asked. "Because I know you blame yourself. And it's not your fault. It's Gasters. And it's my fault for bringing you along. You would have been happy if I never came to you. Deep down I knew he was a really bad person... But he was all I had..." I started sobbing, my voice was cracking. Sans sat down and I ended up in his lap. "Are you hurt?" I asked, trying to clear the tears that had started spilling. "No... Maybe a few bruises. But nothing bad. How about you?" Sans held me closer. "I think I have a headache coming on. But we need to get these things he put in me out." I started to panic. I'm sure he put a tracker on me. "I've already got them all out." Sans said sheepishly as his cheeks went red. I looked at him in confusion. "I had to cut open your chest a little to get them." He blurted out as his cheeks got redder. But then I realized why he was blushing. And it made me blush too. I take a deep breath and averted my gaze. "I had to get it out of you asap.... And Night went into the dark to go lead him somewhere else. He'll teleport back as soon as it gets done." Sans mumbled. I take a deep breath and nod. "Okay... I'm surprised I don't feel pain from it." I say. "I bandaged it up pretty well, and if it had the same pressure constantly it shouldn't hurt." Sans said, now looking at my chest. "Hey!" I yelled as my blush grew and I covered my chest. Sans eyes went wide and he looked away instantly. Sans face was going to be murdered by how much he was blushing. "Sorry..." Sans said. I narrowed my eyes at him as I can feel a slight pain on my chest from the sudden action I just made. I grumbled a bunch of nonsense and random syllables before leaning into him. To be honest he was adorable when he blushed. And it was hard to stay mad at him. I couldn't help but kiss his cheek as I muzzled into him. He was comfy and warm. Sans arms wrapped around me with a tight grip. "I love you." I blurted out as my cheeks warmed even more. I don't know why I blurted that out all suddenly. But Sans seemed somewhat surprised, he became stiff but relaxed instantly. "Awe..." I hear a voice say behind me. I look at the direction of the voice and saw Night. "Your okay." I smiled. "I am. Now don't leave her hanging Horror." Night winked before walking a little deeper into the forest. I gulped as I muzzled back into Horror, my nose brushing the neck of his spine a little. Instantly Sans stiffened, and froze. I was confused. I wasn't gonna bite him. But I realized his breath was hitched. His spine is sensitive. I smirked. "What's wrong?" I say in a seductive tone, trying to tease him. I brush my nose against his spine again and Sans closed his eyes. I can tell he is trying not to give it away. I giggled before pulling back. Sans watched me as I kissed his cheek again. "In all seriousness though... I want to have a funeral for her... She deserved to be at peace... And to be remembered." I say, frowning at the remembrance of her death. "Why are you not so hurt?" Sans asked, his blush becoming dead. "It's the way I cope with things. I block it from my memory until I feel like the time is right to let it out. Usually when I'm alone and when everyone's asleep." I respond with a sad smile. I'm trying not to show through, I don't want to cry right now. Sans seemed hesitant but nodded. "Will you tell her you live her back already!!" I hear Night yell from afar. Sans blushed once again. I smiled at the scene. "Actually... I wanted to ask you something..." Sans looked at the floor. He seemed nervous. I frowned as I had a feeling I wouldn't like this. "Okay." I say. Was there something else that happened? What did Gaster say? Questions stormed my head. "Would you...." Sans trailed off. He took a deep breath before meeting my eyes nervously. "Go on a date with me?" Sans asked. My eyes widened. I was expecting a lot worse. A smirk crossed my lips. "Only if you truly love me." I say, winking at him. Sans blush deepened ever so slightly. He could tell I was trying to get him to say it. Not exactly in a forced manor, but I wanted to hear it. I didn't want to be the only one to say it at this point in time, I will respect him if he still don't want to say it, if he's not ready, but the longer I wait the more nervous I am. Sans took a deep breath before looking at the floor. "I... Don't know if I'm ready for something quite like that..." Sans seemed ashamed. But I just smiled and nodded. Part of me was disappointed, but it was okay. I wasn't gonna push him. "Then let's get back to the village, and we can go on the date. Okay?" I say as I nodded. Sans looked at me and nodded. "Let's get some sleep." I say and lay down on the ground. I honestly was disappointed, but, I want him to be comfortable. Sans nodded and laid down next to me. "I'm sorry." Sans said. "It's okay. I want you to be comfortable more then I want to hear those words." I smiled. Sans nodded and pulled me close as we fell asleep in each other's arms.
