☔︎ "𝙑𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙏𝙤 𝙈𝙚, 𝙄 𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙑𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚." ☔︎

☔︎ - 𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙍𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜... 𝙉𝙤𝙬

     It began to rain lightly as Sans made his way to her house. He didn't care, by now. He just needed the weight of his anxiety off his chest, and he knew she'd listen. She could help. She understood.

     He reached the front door, and knocked on the door, tired and overwhelmed. She answered the door almost immediately. When she saw it was him, her face went straight to a look of empathy and worry, as she led him inside without speaking a single word. She sat him across from her at the kitchen table, and she looked at him, waiting to see if he'd start first.

     "I had the dream again." The words felt terrible to say, but it was needed. Her eyes widened a bit, her expression softened. "The one about Papyrus dying, right?" She asked, treating Sans as if he was a traumatized, small child. It was very close to what he was, anyway.

"Right," Sans answered.

"It's always a different way, with the same outcome. I get that it's just my anxiety, and I need a therapist, but then he would know too. I can't let him know about that. He's too innocent of a person to know about any of this." He spoke a bit quickly, like he was panicked. "I get it. You don't want him to know, because it'll ruin him too. If you don't want a therapist, I completely understand you and where you're coming from. Just, please, keep talking to me about this. Okay? I can help." She placed her hand atop Sans's, running her thumb back and forth on the bones that made up his fingers. "I know what you're going through, Sans. I know your pain. You can get through this all, and I'm gonna help you all the way." Her gaze had softened on Sans. She looked him straight in the eyes, showing she truly cared about him. "Mhm..." Sans mumbled. "It's okay, Sans. You're not alone. You know that, right?" She stared into her eyes, and he stared back. He sighed. "Yeah, I know..." She took her hand off his, and stood up. She walked to the kitchen, and opened the fridge, grabbed two cans of Sprite, and walked back over to the table. The way she would listen to anything... The way her eyes made you feel safe... The warmth in her hands... Sans loved her. Not romantically, but more like they had been friends forever, and they were siblings. But also not like siblings... Just, like the best friends in the Underground. At the very least, the best friends in Snowdin and Waterfall.

     She sat down, this time a chair closer to sans. She opened both sodas, and passed one over to Sans. He nodded at her as if to thank her non-verbally, and held the soda in his hands. He would've rather gone to Grillby's and got drunk on alcohol-spiked ketchup, as he normally does, but Sans didn't want to ask her to go to Grillby's with him, especially since she hasn't even had her first drink, let alone get drunk beyond belief. They just drank Sprite, in complete silence, while looking around. This was something they did fairly often. Sitting in silence and drinking anything she grabbed from her fridge. They liked it, and they wouldn't change a thing.