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Chapter 15 - To Talk To A Box

If he ever found Jason again, Sans was going to kill him. He settled on that as he climbed out of his car, holding the box very carefully to his chest. He was literally going to murder him.

Sans couldn't just leave this box there, especially after the shop around him started to fade. As if it was an illusion the entire time. The toys, the bright paint, it all faded until nothing but an abandoned building was left. Jason really did up and leave the moment he pawned it off onto Sans. Bastard.

So now he had this box, which if he wasn't careful with, could lead to hundreds of people's deaths. Fantastic. As if Sans wasn't stressed enough.

He sat down onto a park bench, curling up his knees and setting the box next to him. It did nothing. Obviously it didn't move. He wasn't sure if it could move. Was the person inside in a coma like state? Or were they aware and sentient to the things around them? That would be horribly boring.

"Hey, can you uh..." Sans said to the box, sentence slowly dying in each word until he fell into silence. Of course it didn't reply. "I don't think you can talk through that, but maybe you can hear, so I guess I can talk to you? I dunno. Might as well."

There was definitely a CreepyPasta in there, because Sans felt normal despite no other CreepyPasta being around. That he knew of, at least. So Sans decided to take the box out to a park.

"I don't... uh, I'm Sans," He said, placing a hand on his chest. "And I'm just going to call you Mr. Box, if that's alright. 'M not good with names."

Wind rustled the leaves above, creating a nice backdrop for a conversation. It wasn't very crowded that day. Due to fall officially closing in for the season, it was quite perfect.

"I like fall, the season, it's real nice," Sans said, leaning back. "It's not too hot so I don't gotta deal with the complaining and sweaty people round me, but it's not so cold that it can become dangerous. People think skeletons can handle winter, and yeah we can, though going out into winter when our bones are wet is very dangerous. Because we can end up freezing in place, since ice can form between our joints, and we could be stuck out there for days if no one notices. One time my..."

Sans' eye sockets softened. Right. That incident. It wasn't his brothers fault. But with everything that's happened recently in mind, he couldn't help but look back with a new sense of doubt. Slight, but there. Because, for whatever reason, Papyrus decided to let Undyne ruin her bear then had the guts to blame Sally? Who even did that to a kid?

"My bro kicked me out of the house because I filled the bathroom with bubbles after taking a bath, and he said I couldn't come back inside until it was cleaned up. And since we never checked the weather, he didn't realize how cold it was gonna be and I kinda ended up almost freezing out there... don't worry, my bro was real quick to help melt the ice after he got me inside! It's just something we can forget easily, then it comes to bite us in the ass."

He stared down at the box. Was he just wasting his time...?

It was a serial killer in there, more stronger than Slenderman. The person who gave Sans nightmares to this day. But was he any different from the one's staying with Sans? Did he deserve to be alone over them?

Because, at the end of the day, he was a killer. Sure, only one victim, and out of self defense, but still. Everyone needed to have someone in their lives.

Sans didn't even know if he could hear him. But he might as well try, right? It wouldn't hurt.

"You know, I sometimes doubt myself," Sans said, leaning against his hand. If the box somehow replied, it would have been another major change to his life. It didn't, though. "About everything that's happening. Maybe I should just turn in everyone I live with. But does that mean I should turn in myself, too? Or should I just let them keep killing innocent people? People are supposed to get better with outside help, so is it their fault they never got help?"