The Sans Secret

Sans Secret

He entered my room. It was morning time "Good morning," he said handing me a poptart and a cup of water. "Morning," I replied. He sat next to me. "Hey," I put my water down, "Why did you save me?" I asked. He looked over at me, "Why, I'd be a bonehead if I didn't." He responded. I giggled a little. He's kinda funny. I ate the remaining poptart. "Yeah, sorry, I ate the other one." He exclaimed. "It's fine," I responded.

"So are you good? Do you need anything?" He asked? "A journal and pen?" I responded. He nodded and left the room. He came back a while later with a spiral and a pen. He handed it to me, "There you go ma'am." "Thank you!" I responded. He hugged me, then left. What was that all about? I sat down and began writing in the spiral. "Dear Diary, if ya ask me, he's kind of cute for a skeleton." I wrote then put it back down. I stood at the window, he walked in. "I heard that," he said, entering the room and shutting the door behind him. I blushed. He walked closer. "Do you really feel that way?" He asked.

I nodded. He crept his face closer to mine, "Then would you mind if-" he gently kissed me on the lips. Oh my! That I was not expecting. "Have a nice day," he said and left the room again, chuckling. How did he know? What? This guy, there's not a single thing that you can get past him. I sat in the middle of the floor and just looked around. I honestly cannot believe that just happened. Does he really feel the same way about me or is he just trying to be nice? Should I ask him? I guess I will find out the next time he comes in here.

I took out my diary and started writing:
"Dear Diary,

I know I have yet to really write in you, but I guess there is a first time for everything. And well, today is Monday, I guess. I don't know. All I know is that I should be at school with my friends right now, but instead I sit in this empty room. Am I really complaining? Of course not. It's better then being stranded out there in those woods all by myself, or even worse, dead! And this guy who spared me, he's not so bad as I thought he was in the beginning. He's kinda cute and he has an amazing sense of humor. He loves puns. Well, I guess that's really all for now. I'll write more in you later."

I put my notebook and pen under the lonely matress and took a sip out of my cup of water. I looked over at the jacket that lay on the matress. I pick it up. I have a really great urge to just, smell it! So I smelled it. It smelled strongly of -  ketchup? What kind of a joke is this? I sniff the jacket once again. It smells slightly of deodrant and even a hint of mint. Who knew dead people could smell so pleaseantly? I bunch up the hoodie and lay my head on it. I look around the room and admire the little bit of light shining in.

To be honest, I don't think I want to go home. I could work out very well here, all by myself. Sans opened the door slowly. "Hello." he said. "Hey!" I responded, looking up at him. "I wanted to talk to you for a bit, do you mind at all?" He asked. "Of course I don't mind!" I responded. He sat down next to me and there was some blue type of smokey stuff arising from his left eye. I'm not exactly sure what this meant or why it was there, but it was kinda cool. "So uh, for starters, what's your name? How old are you?" he asked me. "My name is Carly and I am 17 years old. How about yourself?" I responded. "I'm Sans, as you may already know, and I am 18. Yeah, I hit that big 1-8." he responded to me.

"Cool!" I answered. "Now, uh, I'm not exactly sure about how long I can be in here so, I just want to get this out of the way. I think you're very cute, which is part of the reason why I spared you. But it's not only that, but I can see the kindness in your eyes. I know that you're not entirely a bad person." He said. I looked over at him. He can "see" kindness in my eyes? After what I have done, how can anyone see any type of "kindness" in my eyes anywhere? "Thank you Sans, it really does mean a lot that you feel that way about me. I mean, after what I did, I would hate myself too." I responded.

"I see you're cuddling my jacket, eh?" He asked. I blushed, I really didn't know what to say. So I just nodded my head. "How cute," he said cutely. He crawled over top of me and started to kiss me. I was blushing madly as he wrapped his arms around me. He broke the kiss and just sat next to me again. "I have a bone to pick with you later," he giggled and stood up. I laughed, "You and your rediculous puns!" I laughed harder. He slipped a note into my palm, looked me dead in the eyes and left the room once again.