A Promise | Sans x Grillby

Not Unusual

We find Sans in a familiar place. This place was one in which the ceiling was adorned with crystals, which would glint and shimmer when they caught the light. They almost resembled stars. Alongside the crystals were the occasional stalactite, upon which condensation would gather and drip down; the rocky ground was often cold and wet due to this fact. Not only that, but when one stayed there for too long, they became dimly aware of the presence of... something. A sensation of being watched. This is almost correct. The echo flower loves to linger and listen, just out of sight, but never watch.

Despite this, the area was beloved to Sans. Not only familiar, no, but comforting, enough so that he often found himself sleeping there. Granted, he would sleep just about anywhere, but the place still was held in a special place in San's metaphorical heart.

The faint sound of water pouring over the edge of a cliffside echoed through the halls of the place, rightfully named "Waterfall".

The scene is set.

Alongside the sound of rushing water is that of a certain skeleton snoring. Sans was sleeping at his post, an activity that he found himself partaking in frequently. To say that he enjoyed the act of sleeping was inaccurate, though, as Sans was plagued by nightmares often. Sleeping was less of an enjoyable habit than it was.. well, just that. A habit.

As he often did, Sans was having a nightmare. When he awoke, he would not remember the nightmare. He would not remember the pain of losing those that he loves so dearly, of his home being made unlivable, of a world in which the evil win and the good sit idly, in which the good allow themselves to fall victim. He would remember none of these details, and, though his curiosity regarding the nightmares would go unfulfilled, ultimately, not knowing the details was for the best.

Despite his inability to remember the contents of his nightmares, Sans could always remember one thing: that horrible terror, that racing sort of feeling that made his mind feel scrambled and unwelcoming. This is what caused Sans to believe that being unaware of the contents of his nightmares was for the best; if he could feel so terrified despite not remembering anything that scared him in the first place, what caused that feeling must have been unimaginably worse than the feeling itself. He had no desire to figure out his nightmares. What he doesn't know can't hurt him.

So, when Sans woke from that particular nightmare, he didn't dwell on it. He shot up in his seat, briefly let the terror and adrenaline settle, then took a shortcut to another familiar, comforting place.