That Special Kind of Love

Chapter 8

I kinda lied about this being out an hour once I got home. Uhhh... I'm sorry? I made a bunch of cookies, and then had to eat dinner. So... uh. If you know nothing about this, ignore me. It was in my one-shots book. Which, I mean, you can go check out if you want. I dunno. I'm not gonna force you. People in the comments may tell you to go check it out. I dunno. I'm just the author. 

I wake up, screaming, at, what I'm going to guess, around 3 in the morning.

I watch as the dresser gets picked up and starts to move towards the door at a rapid pace. I bite my lip and concentrate on it and manage to stop it right before it slammed into the door. It still bumped into the door, but it didn't break it.

Sighing, I attempt to relax myself and manage to. I'm guessing the bracelet Sans gave me was working to an extent.

I hear the door slowly unlock and I swivel my head towards the door, craning my neck against my bonds. I see a faint blue light and I sigh, thumping my head back against my pillow.

As I close my eyes, I hear a shuffle of steps and a bony hand rests itself on my arm. "You okay?"

"Y-Yeah. I think I'll be fine. This is just about the best I've been able to control this shit." I mumble.

"Alright." He says, moving his hand to my hair and petting my head. "I was just concerned. You sounded in a lot of pain."

"Oh, it's painful as hell." I mutter, leaning my head into his hand, enjoying the comfort it brought. "If you need to, you can gag me. It may help against me being so loud." I open my eyes and give him a quick wink. "Then this shit can get even more kinky then it already is. I mean, bondage and gagging? What'll be next, I wonder." I give out a small laugh. "Blindfolding?" I giggle.

Sans face turns a bright blue. "Can you stop talking about that?"

"Never." I say, giggling again. "It lighten the mood."

"No, it makes everything tense." Sans mutters.

"Like your shorts?" I say, before I actually think about what I'm saying.

His face turns an even brighter blue and he buries his face into his hands. "I swear to God." Is all he mutters.

"Aw, shitake mushrooms. (Legit something I say... I say it in front of kids instead of saying shit. :D). I... I... Fuck." I say, my own face getting red. "These things just come out sometimes. I'm sorry."

He keeps his head in his hands for a moment before he starts chuckling. "It's alright kid. You just made my bones rattle."

I give a short laugh at the pun. "That was eggcelent."

"I just wanted to take a crack at that pun." He winks.

"You got me scrambling for breath." I say, wheezing.

"I think that's a bit eggstreme."

"Your puns are so unbearable."

"You're just being too sternum."

"No, your brain is just hard-boiled."

We exchange a few more puns before I yawn again. I mean, it's around 3 in the morning, for crying out loud. Sans notices the yawn.

"Whale, it's been eggcelent chatting with you, but we should probably sleep."

"Alright. I guess I'll see you in the morning." I say, sad that his extremely (or should I say eggstremely) comforting presence was about to be gone.

"Yeah." He says, but doesn't move.

"What's up?' I ask after a minute without him moving.

"Nuffin, muffin." He says, before turning to my door and quickly leaving.

"Muffin?" I mutter with a laugh. 

I stay up until Sans comes by in the morning to untie me.

*So technical time skip there.*

It's about 6 when Sans comes back, a little shocked to see me still awake. More of his shock is of how the ceiling looks. It's a ceiling full of stars that I created with my magic.

(Taba stops typing because she can't see so she cleans her glasses. Okay she's good now.)

Sans walks over to me, while staring at the ceiling. I look over at him and smile a bit. "You like the stars?"

He jumps at my voice before nodding. "I've always been fascinated by them."

I nod, before looking back up. I dispel the magic a couple of seconds later. "Remind me to take you to my favorite stargazing spot sometime." I say softly.

So softly he almost doesn't hear, but he does.

He blushes a light blue and start to untie my wrists, ankles, torso, and legs. As soon as he does, I sit up and rub life back into my body. He watches for a minute before realizing that my wrists are completely raw from rubbing up against the rope.

"Shit, are you okay kid?" He asks, taking one of my wrists into his hand.

"It's cools." I say, looking at him. "It's no worse than how my aunt dealt with it the first night." I shiver at the memory.

Sans looks at me but doesn't pry. He does, however, grab some bandages and wrap them around my wrists and ankles. I watch him, blinking rapidly and blushing a bit. "Dude, it's alright. It's better than having to be handcuffed to the bed post. The metal was sharp and jagged, meaning it left lots of cuts and stuff." I mutter.

He ignores me and continues to wrap my ankles. Once he finishes that, he pulls me off my bed. I wobble a bit and almost fall over, which is a normal thing because I have no balance, but Sans wraps his arm around my waist and walks with me out of my door.

Where we run into Frisk and Asriel.

Frisk looks at the two of us and quickly signs, 'Are you okay, Katrina? I heard you scream yesterday, but Uncle Sans told me to stay away from your door, and that he was gonna handle it.'

I smile down at the little girl. "I'm fine, Frisk." I say, coughing very lightly. "I was just having a nightmare and Sans probably just didn't want you to get hurt." I laugh. "I sometimes punch and kick people when I'm having nightmares."

Imma leave this here cause I had the urge to paint my nails again, and peel of the old nail polish. I dunno why I do this... It's like a freakin obsession. I need help. Seriously!

Anyways, I better finish typing this before nail polish gets all over my keyboard.

Love you guys! ~Taba ^~^