G/T!Sans Short Stories

Why is Sans being so spoopy

Your POV

Rushing through the house,I searched frantically for my sister,my mind spiraling into a tizzy,worry overriding my system,desperation in my gaze as I scrambled around hopelessly lost in my own world. Rushing into the central area of the house,my eyes scanned the hardened earth shaped around the damp walls of the tunneling system,I could just make out the faintest of footprints. Fear replaces my worry as I did a quick mental check of my sister's familiar foot shapes of her boots. My small boots made a pitter-patter against the soft mud underneath my soles the steeping walls of the tunnel leading towards the second floor. Looking at the fork in the tunnels separating the eldest room,youngest room and the hall from each other,I traced my eyes hopefully over the ground before deciding which way they went.

Horror entered my chest as I saw the faint footprints of my sister leading down the paths towards the eldest one's room,a vague memory of me telling my sister that we didn't have any string came to mind and she has gone and had to try to get it! Even though I am the youngest at the age of 7 I still act like an adult,then again,when you are only a few in inches tall,you have to be fast and smart,I still don't understand why the bigger people hate us so much. Pushing those thoughts aside,I pumped my blood and urged myself to go faster,I knew the older one spent more time in his room and it was close to impossible to trick him while he was in there,to add insult to injury,the string was on one of the tallest set of draws in his room. My mind was trained on that goal that I'm determined do, so I kept my legs running,even if I was loosing breath,me and my sister always did a round of running around all of the tunnels twice to stay absolutely in top shape.

Finally reaching the plain white socket covering the tunnel,I took a moment to breath in deeply preparation for my mission,making sure I would be able to run if I was seen and had the stamina to retain the necessary speed if he tried to use his weird magicy stuff. Mustering up my courage,I pushed the socket out of it's original position and stepped onto the wooden floor of his room,looking around I saw dirty socks thrown all over the floor and a swirling self-sustaining tornado gathering an assortment of garbage at the foot of an old mattress. Surprisingly,the skeleton was absent and his room wasn't as dirty as it usually is,suspension took hold of my soul as I looked around,thinking that Sans would jump out and grab me shoving me in one of the empty jars he kept in his draws 'cause he was to lazy to take them out.

After a few minutes,I relaxed my tense shoulders before climbing up the nails embedded in the firm oak wood of Sans' desk's leg and scaled it until I reached the table top and pushed myself up into a standing position but after I did that,the door opened and I scrambled behind a ketchup bottle. He came over and sat on the bed right next to the desk,lukily at an angle that his me from his line of sight,and lied down,his body sinking into the 'bed',how he could sleep on it beyond me. I also noticed he was extremely careful of which side he lied on but I shrugged it off as he had a pain in his side. After a few minutes,I became more relaxed as he stayed still,his eyesockets closed,I stepped onto the table from my hiding spot and sighed in dismay,not seeing any sign of my sister,maybe that was why Sans had been out of his room. Little did I know a certain skele wasn't quite as asleep as he seems...

Sans' POV

I opened the door of my bedroom and went over to my bed,sinking into the soft fabric,making sure that my other side didn't touch the mattress so they couldn't escape while I was asleep,after a few minutes of lying with my eyesockets closed,I opened them and saw something on my desk. After a few seconds I saw it looked similar to the girl and I remembered her mumbling about her sister so I guess I can find the other borrower in the house. When the kid on my desk turned,I grabbed them in one hand and another on one of the jars with a lid and I placed the kid inside of it despite their efforts to escape,firmly shuting the lid. My mind was to tired to process what I was doing in my hazy state so I placed the jar on my desk before lying down and shutting my eyes before falling into the realm of sleep...