Can I live in undertale?

Help me, sans

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU???!!!" Flame yells at the top of his lungs. "I'M OUT COLD FOR TWO DAYS AND YOU ALLMOST KILL YOURSELVES?!?!"

"Um, yeah, that's about right." Shadow says.

"We have to get out of this place." Bolt says again. "We really, really have to leave. It's not safe. Its not right."

I'm just about to run out to throw a temper tantrum when Bolt stops me. "Don't. Sans and Papyrus are talking about you. You'll get all excited and knock a plate of spaghetti into the floor. You embarrass yourself and stuff. Papyrus gets all, well, you know, Papyrus. Crazy."

So, I stop. I know Bolt isn't joking. He knows it'll happen.

So I wait until Shadow is getting ready to sorrow over peanut butter and chocolate covered strawberry sandwiches before I run to Grillby's.

I sit in my usual seat. Grillby's ready to take my order. "Nah, I'm hiding from some people, not really hungry right now..." he continues to clean a glass with a rag.

"Thought I'd find you here." Sans says

"Sorry, Sans." I say.

"No problem. Your friends wanna leave, you don't."

"Not at all!!" I almost yell "it's so peaceful and nice aside from, well, Chara and Flowey and all..."

Sans grunts, and looks at me. "why not?"

I sigh. "Humans aren't very nice..."

"So, you're not human. The others are, you are too nice."

"Sans." I say "Despite what Asgore says, you don't want to go above ground. Not only are most humans, well, they don't even like each other, they're, um, species-ist... I guess, there isn't much difference between you and me, but the mere difference is enough for them to want to kill you, and I can't let that happen."

He doesn't even cringe at the news. "it's obvious." he says "That there is something up with you and me. We can't see harm done to the other..." he takes my hand. "I-I really want you to stay, with- me..." he looks at the floor, going quiet.

"I want to stay with you, but, my friends, they need me..."

But I REALLY wanted to stay. Was I really going to give up the kids that had saved me from my life to be with Sans? I don't really know him, and he REALLY doesn't know me...

I stop. Good idea, Beam. Really good idea. An idea to make up my mind, whether I go or stay.

"Sans." I say "I know you can teleport, take me to your room. I have to show you some of what I can do." He doesn't seem to be surprised that I know he has power.

We walk casually out of Grillby's as if we were going home, only to jump to Sans's room.

We land smack on his bed. I untangle myself from his arms. "Didn't know you could jump object and people other than yourself." a simple tap on the shoulder and I know he's too tired to talk. I'm small enough he could jump me, but not small enough it took little energy.

After he had enough energy to sit up and pay attention, I started.

I sit cross legged in front of him, having him sit in front of me. I put my hands on the sides of his face. I start my chant.

"The mind is a simple thing to trick. I can trick it to think it's, not really thinking. I know how to make you see what I think instead of think. I have your mind. I have your thoughts. I have what you don't think your thinking about it's really quite simple I-"

I focus all my ability into my one action. The day I met Shadow, Flame and Bolt.

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I sit with a smile on the bench. A beautiful day outside, I'm five years old. Kids laughing and singing and hamming it up.

"Wanna play with me?" a kid asks. "We are playing an army game!!!"

I brush up against him as I walk over to the starting point.

"Dillon, I don't want to play were the dead have to stay dead. I want them to come back eventually."

"How do you know my name and game?" he asks.

"your mind." I say.

They surround me, ridiculing and hitting and kicking me. They call me freak and liar and monster. They really want me dead.

Then it all stops. They all go away. "And don't ever do that again." I hear a voice say.

Three kids surround me, helping me, lifting me from my sorrow. "Who are you?" I ask.

They smile. "Just like you." the taller boy says.

"your not afraid of me?"

They look at each other, then back at me. "Not even a little bit." they say all at once.

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Sans stares at me. He isn't afraid of me, he isn't weirder out, he is just surprised that, for nine years I've been running away from cops and dodging detentions with these kids who saved me from the true freaks.

Humanity.