Let Me Run

Don't judge a book by its cover {54}

"Fine. I'll do it for Papy, sans and you too," You point at Sans, "because you hate humans."

"I'm actually quite excited, nice try, hun." He chuckles.

You laugh a little under your breath before you notice something. The way Sans was looking at you...

Was he flirting with you?

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"Why are you flirting with me? You're dating Phoebe!" You whispered as you stood in Sans' room with him.

"Not anymore, I just dumped her." Sans gestures towards his door, "She's still in the living room, can you go and talk to her, please?"

"You what!?" You gasped, "I thought you cared about her!"

"What? No, I was just curious, y'know. I've never really dated, so." He shrugs simply, only making you boil with more anger. "Besides, I'm not stupid. I know she was all over those boys.... So please go and talk to her?"

"Fine, but I'm talking with you after this." You hissed, stomping out of his room and into the living room. You halted as you saw Phoebe sitting on the couch, cradling herself with tears running down her face.

"I knew he was using me to make you jealous... That's why I was such a slut, I'm sorry..." She whispers, her wings fluttering faintly. Her blonde bangs covered her eyes, but tears were visible on her cheeks.

You slowly made your way to her and sat down on the other end of the couch, "Don't be..." You whispered, "But may I ask why...? Why didn't you just leave him?"

"Because... I thought it'd make him jealous and want to like me, but it didn't..." She whispered, "I'm just so tired of being used...! All of my life, I've been tampered with like a toy."

"What do you mean by that?" You ask quietly. She's quiet for what seems like forever, but finally she speaks.

"I-I.. When I was 11, m-my..." Her voice breaks a few times and she sniffles, "my dad... He... Touched me and he... He raped me. I was so young.. I didn't know what to do. I dated Obi when I was 15 and he used me... And then I became a stripper. I regret that so much. So many people used me then... But then Zerack came along and helped me get out of it, but I ended up being so desperate for someone who wanted me, I acted like I did. I'm so sorry... I can't believe I did that... Especially to Zerack. He was so nice to me!" She sobs, burying her face into her hands.

You covered your mouth with the tips of your fingers and tried to take everything in at once, but it took a little while, "Phoebe.. I am so sorry about that... You deserve better. I'm so sorry you had to endure that pain."

"It's fine... It's been done and I can't do much about it... I just wish that Sans didn't use me... I was under the impression that you didn't like me either because you called me his bitch..." She mumbles, "I guess I was, huh?" She sniffles, smiling weakly.

"No no! I was just a little upset! I meant nothing by that, I'm sorry!" You insisted, quickly inching closer, "I.... I am sorry, Phoebe. I didn't know.."

"It's okay, I'm fine with it, I understand." Her voice is so quiet it's hard to hear. Tears are still falling from her face, "I should be saying sorry to you... Sans told me about you."

"Oh... Well, no need to get into that.. I'm more worried about you." You murmured quietly, glancing down and away.

"It's okay... You don't have to be afraid. It's all over now." Phoebe whispers as she stands up and turns to leave, "He's not coming back."

"Same for you." You smile weakly at her as you look up to see her.

She smiles back and her hazel eyes seem to stand out more with the smile. Phoebe brushes her sandy blonde bangs out of her face and her wings flex to get ready to fly when she leaves, "Thank you."

"You too." You nod. She walks to the door and opens it. Her wings stretch to fit through the door and she suddenly takes off into the air and is soon out of sight.

Leaving you there to wonder...

Who truly was Phoebe?

(Another short chapter, sorry

I will probably edit it later tonight with dialogue between Sans and the reader, so yeah

after that I will be taking a break until my summer break!)