That old saying "Time flies when you're having fun" took on a whole new meaning for you. After the strangely cryptic night at Sans's home, time flew by really fast. Before you can even process what's happening, two months zoom by. You can hardly believe you've only known the skeleton for four months, since it feels like a lifetime. Maybe it was because he kept you so busy you hardly had time to lounge around, let alone worry about the MC. While it could get annoyingly over cumbersome, you couldn't help but enjoy all the attention he would lavish upon you. It was a nice change from the boring, lonesome life you used to live.

Date night had become a twice-a-week occurrence, but those weren't the only nights you would spend time with him. Oh no, there hardly went a day in which you wouldn't spend some amount of time with Sans after work. Whether it was enjoying a movie at his home, hanging out with his friends, or going for walks through the park, he hardly left your side. You know he feels responsible for the MC visiting you, and was trying to keep you safe. Any attempt of getting him to confess so failed horribly, and you learned to just leave the topic alone. Instead, you tried to make his self-appointed superhero role easier by letting him do whatever made him happy. A happy Sans led to a happy you, after all!

Like any other day at work, you and Sans are joking around as you review data. You're snickering at a really lame chemistry pun when his phone suddenly goes off. He steps out of the office to take it, and you continue looking over the papers in front of you. After a few minutes he returns, slumps down in his chair, and you grow worried.

"What's wrong?" you ask Sans, gently setting your hand overtop his, which was resting on his thigh. He sighs deeply before rotating his hand and grasping yours. When he looks up at you, you stiffen at how beat down he looks. As the weeks have gone by, you've seen that look a few times. He usually tried to hide how tired and worried he had become, but now it was painted clearly on his face.

"That was Tori. Her and Frisk are meeting with the Mayor tonight to talk about the rising violence against monsters," he replies slowly. He starts running his thumb over your knuckles, and you lightly squeeze his hand in return. When you tell him that's good, he hums in the back of his throat. "It's a step in the right direction, I guess. The catch is: Tori wants me to be there when they meet the guy. Which means I can't take you home. And I don't like that."

You chuckle slightly, despite knowing this was no time for laughs, and pat your intertwined hands lovingly. "I can survive one night without you, Sans. You don't always have to be my superhero, you know. You try so hard, and I can tell it's wearing you down." He goes to interrupt you, but you quickly press the tips of your fingers to his teeth, successfully cutting him off. "Dude, you can't fool me. I love spending time with you, and you emknow/em that, but I can tell it takes a lot of energy out of you. Maybe this will be a good break to our routine. You'll get to relax a little tonight."

He snorts at that, and tries to nip at your fingers. You pull them back with a giggle, only just escaping. "I won't be able to relax unless I know you're safe, and emyou/em know that. Maybe I should have Pap-"

"Saaaaans," you groan, weakly pushing at his chest. "Don't do that! One night won't kill me, I promise. So there's absolutely no need to make Papyrus do that!" He stares at you for a second before shaking his head with a sigh. "Sans, don't make me give you the puppy-dog eyes," you warn halfheartedly. "I will totally do it, and you know it!"

"Fine," he mumbles with a small chuckle. "But you better text me as soon as you get home, and answer when I call after the meeting. No matter how late it is. Deal?" After you agree to his terms, he pulls you into a hug. "If you don't answer my call, I'm coming over to investigate. So unless you want a repeat of last week, you better answer!" At his "warning" you pull back with a groan, a blush already forming on your cheeks. Last week you made the mistake of jumping in the shower right after Sans left your house, which meant you missed his call once he got home. Let's just say, it was really embarrassing to step out of your shower only to have Sans burst through your bathroom door at that exact moment. It took two days before the two of you could stop blushing.

"You jerk, I thought we had an unspoken agreement never to speak of that again!" You huff out, trying to pull away and hide your face in shame. Sans only laughs and pulls you back into the hug while nuzzling your forehead with his teeth. That and eskimo-kisses had become your way of showing physical affection to one another, since Sans was lacking in the lips department. In all honesty, it took a lot of practice to be able to not injure yourself with 'kissing' your skeletal boyfriend. But after plenty of practice, and a few bandaids, you had it down to a science now! So you return his pseudo kiss before gently pushing him away and standing up. "Alright you big goofball; it's about time for us to close up shop, don't you think?" you ask as you stretch, letting your bones pop after sitting in the same position for so long. Sans gives you that weird look he always does when you pop any of your bones before finally standing up as well.

"Have fun at your meeting, Bone-boy. And I promise to text you as soon as I get home!" You exclaim as you throw your arms around his shoulders and place a real kiss on his cheek. A blue hue appears, although it's not as bright as it used to be. You've both grown used to showing one another affection, and don't get as embarrassed anymore. He gives you another pseudo kiss before walking you to your car. There he reminds you of your promise before closing the door and letting you drive away.

As soon as you get home, you make a beeline for the bathtub (but not before letting Sans know you made it home in one piece). You had decided while driving home that what you really, really need tonight was to take a nice, long bubble bath. The thought of soaking in a hot bath probably excited you more than it should have, but you weren't about to let such an opportunity pass you up. So, within a matter of minutes you had the bath running while you hunted down some candles and looked up some soothing music to play. You were totally going to pamper yourself to night before getting some extra sleep.

While you're soaking in the almost-too-hot water, you let your thoughts run wild. You think about how great work as been going, how wonderful your relationship with Sans has turned out, and finally you settle on worrying about the MC. It occurs to you in that moment that you hadn't thought about them much, which suddenly makes your anxiety shoot through the roof. Like Sans had mentioned earlier, violence against monsters had picked up a little in the past few weeks. Granted, you weren't sure exactly how much since Sans tried his hardest to keep you from knowing/worrying about that sort of thing. But you knew that a few monsters had gotten beat up pretty bad but none were killed, thank goodness.

'No!' You think to yourself as you sink further into the bath. 'I am not going to worry about that tonight. Sans is going to handle it. He'll make sure everything will be the way that it should be, and that there will be no more violence.' You nod to yourself, fully believing every word you told yourself. With those thoughts you relax back into your bath. You lay there and soak for a few more minutes before getting out. After drying off you put on your underclothes and an oversized t-shirt that once belonged to Sans. You may or may not have claimed the comfy black shirt as your own after it ended up in your laundry...

You're rubbing at your damp hair with a towel as you walk out of the bathroom and in to your bedroom, so you accidentally run into a wall. For a split second you brush it off as nothing, but then you stop dead in your tracks. When you collided with that wall, it let out a soft "oof".

In a matter of second you've thrown the damp towel at the 'wall' and are making a mad dash for the exit. When hands grasp at your shirt, you let out a shrill shriek of terror and try to twist free.

"Stop screaming, you stupid bitch," a male voice growls out at you. Your assailant manages to wrap his entire fat hand around your forearm, and pulls you flat against his body. As you're struggling to get free, you can feel his other arms shift around near his hip, which causes you to struggle harder. In an act of desperation you throw your head back, and manage to hit him. When he screams out and lets you go, you dash for the door again. You don't look back, knowing it will only slow you down, and instead continue trying to run for the front door in a blind panic.

You're completely caught off guard when an arm darts out from the shadows, hitting you in the stomach. You double over in pain, gasping, as another man steps out from the shadows. He twists his hands in your hair and lifts you up by it. When you look at him, you realize he's the same man that was here with Jason, and your blood runs cold. He smirks at you before shaking your head by your hair violently.

"It seems your attitude hasn't gotten any better. Too bad for you that big brother isn't here to save you this time," his voice reminds you of nails in a blender. He lets out a dark laugh as you kick out at him weakly, but instead of dropping you he turns you around and wraps he other hand around your neck. With you back pressed up against him, you're forced to watch as the other man approaches you. For a slip second you're proud of yourself when you see the blood pouring out of his nose, but your fear returns when you see the murderous look in his eyes.

"I think you broke my nose, you little slut," he growls at you as he stomps up to you. Your breath catches in your throat as he raises a hand to your face. In it is a damp rag that smells sickeningly sweet. "I'm going to make you pay for that." he promises as he goes to presses the rag over your nose and mouth. You try to keep yourself from breathing the chloroform in, even trying to shake yourself free, but your head is only held tighter in place until your body finally forces you to take a deep breath in. As you do so, the chloroform rushes in and quickly does its job. Your vision goes black as you slump agains the man holding you. The last thing you hear is a chorus of dark laughter.