The TV buzzed as Mettaton entered the room on his new TV show 'Celebrity Squash' ((If youre British you'll know what show im trying to mimic))
Sans sat in silence, his eyes focuses on the moving pixels. You were bored. Papyrus was on the show and so was undyne, you could of been as well if Sans hadn't of twisted your ankle.
The skeletons eyes started to slowly droop and you noticed his posture started to slouch.
"My ankle doesn't hurt that bad," You mumbled to yourself
"If he falls asleep i can get out of here and to Hotland before the Intro even finishes..." You smiled to yourself. Good thinking, (y/n).
You waited a few more minutes in silence before you heard him start to snore. You stood up, limped towards the door and opened it slowly.
However, as soon as the latch came out of the door Sans shot straight up, his eye a manic yellowish blue, and slammed the door with his magic.
You turned around to see him.
"What the fuck?" You questioned
"You twisted ya' ankle, and you expect me ta' let you out? Nu uh. No go. Never."
"Sans, im fine. Jesus, i can barely feel the pain anymore." You lied, a fake laugh coming from your shaking lips.
"L i a r"
You had never seen Sans like this. His pupils had disappeared and everything had gone silent, the room getting colder.
"Sans, you're scaring me." You whispered as he stood up, his smile turning into a frown. He slowly made his way towards you and stood inches away from your shaking face.
"You cant go out."
"You will stay here"
"You will stay here and love me. You will never love another. Im not keeping you here forever, but until youre strong enough to be a good girl you will stay here."
