HoneyMustard: Sugar Skulls

Chapter 4

A/N
Are these annoying?
Do you even read these? T^T

Honey's P.O.V.
Oh my god.. I was kissing Sans. It didn't even matter that it wasn't Blue.. I was KISSING Sans.. Years of heats induced by Sans.. and years of holding back all my feelings for him. Years of feeling as if I was WRONG, Disgusting even.. And now.. my tongue was intertwined with Sans.. Our magic mixing into a deep orange. Only my dreams would've let this happen. I prayed to the Queen that this was real.. Me holding his porcelain face, and showing how I really felt. Was this how Sans felt towards his Pap's.. Is this why he was so scared of my passion? I pulled back, and I stared at him.. His soft cheeks flushed a brilliant red. God his eyes were staring at me so sweetly.. Almost longing for that kiss to never had ended..

"Papy.." He whispered in almost a pant.
My blush scratching at my cheekbones more, the marmalade color dripping on my cheeks practically like paint.. 'Papy..' I hadn't heard that nickname since Blue and I had lost our father.. Just old enough to survive on our own with Queen Toriel.. "Sans.." I gently cooed as I stared at him. Red pushed me away, turned face-away from me and mumbled something I couldn't hear.
"What?" I mumbled, just reawakening from my dream-like state.
"I said t-that was wrong. You're still my brother.. or a version of him.. It's taboo." He said with a cold tone.
'Of course..'
Even in this AU Sans didn't love me. My soul utterly broken, yet I accepted the terms. "I'm sorry.." I sighed out, still holding my soft voice. He gripped his skull, and in the moment I blinked.. He was gone. The taste of the kiss lingered, and my soul raced.
What was I thinking..

Red's P.O.V.
I was running..
*crunch, crunch, crunch*
Still running away..
*crumch, crunch*
The soul raced with me as the tears streamed down my honey cheeks..
*crunch*
What was I even running from?
Myself? Papyrus? My life?
I sat in the snow, underneath a tree.. of course the snow had to be heavy today. My body just felt so tired. Tears.. they're still falling.. I stared down at the white blanket that covered the ground.. Light pink drops covered the area. Why.. Why did I have to be so weak. More tears.. Why? They keep falling. WHY DO I LOVE HIM? I threw the damp, pink snow to the side. Why am I crying.. I thought putting my hand up to my eye, phalanges tracing the crack going from my eye socket to the top of my skull. I promised myself I'd never cry again. Not after.. That.. The memories flooded through my head.

~Flashback~
I was sitting at Grillby's.. everything was fine til.. Pap's walked in. He dragged me home.. By my eyesockets once again. He slammed the door behind him as he threw me to the floor. "What the FUCK were you doing?!" He screamed at me. It echoed through my skull, my excuses trying to wrack up in my head. "B-Boss! I-" I was cut off by the heal of his boot stuff into my sternum.. The most sensitive part of my body. I heard a slight crack from the source of what held together my chest cavity. I screamed out in pain.. Tears fell down my face.. That was the biggest mistake of my life. "Are you crying?" His voice growing louder by the second. "IF I EVER SEE YOU.." CRACK.. "CRYING EVER FUCKING AGAIN.." CRACK.. "I WILL BE THE LAST THING YOUR EYE LIGHTS SEE," The taller monster finished with one more stroke of the sharp bone ripping through my skull and down to my eyesocket. I could see anything, I thought I was dead. I'm surprised I was alive.
I'm still surprised I'm alive now..
I snapped back to reality, and my black jacket was stained with tears, and my eyes stung. Then what made this any different? What made me able to break my promise THIS time? Because of that ash tray? He's the reason I'm going insane. My soul hurts..  It's so painful. Sounds built up in my skull as I heard the deathly heavy steps coming down the powered-path. I quickly made my way behind the large pine tree's trunk, and my soul beat faster. That couldn't be Stretch.. he's way to quiet.. To gentle.. My chest sunk as I heard the monsters voice. "God.. where the fuck is that piece of shit.. If he's at home I swear to fucking god." His voice growled out as I heard the footsteps flamed closer. I could feel the fire in his steps creep up my back, my body burnt. If he found me. I'd be gone. He'd kill me for sure for hiding from him. I choked out as I curled up in a ball.. waiting for that last kick to my sweet release. So I could finally just be happy. But something was off. Something in me didn't want to die. Not because I was afraid.. but something told me that I had to stay alive. I had to run. I had to sprint until I dropped, because my soul said something was keeping my head. Like a little string of hope held onto my soul, and it told me to hold back, grab that little string and keep going. What was telling me this? I don't know. But what my soul told me now was to get the hell out of here, when I heard Bosses footsteps stop in their tracks. The non-existent lump in my throat seemed to grow bigger, and I swallowed it down. Bosses voice grumbled deeply, and it was the quietest I had ever heard him.. Yet I could tell his voice was threateningly close.

He sighed and suddenly burst out, "When I find him.. I swear I'm going to DUST him." My heart stopped, as a bone attack hit all the trees near me.. I couldn't stay here. I would die. I suddenly heard a crack as I looked back abruptly..The tree was starting to fall.

Run.

Before I knew what was happening I was sprinting..as fast at my feet could take me. I didn't know where I was going, but it wasn't here. I wasn't gonna stay here, I was gonna find somewhere to hide. And be alone.

I don't need them. This hope that has enveloped me will help me survive.

But where did it come from..?