I'm Not Normal! (Undertale)

Chapter Eighteen: Who?

"Sans? Sans? Sans!"
I wake up, panting and sweating and tears roll down my face. I get up to go and find Sans to see if he's ok.
"Going somewhere, Georgia?" I run up to Dad and cry into his shoulder.
"He's gone. I knew it. He's gone!" I cry. Dad guides me to my bed and sits down with me.
"Who? Who's gone, Georgia?" Dad asks me, quite concerned.
"Sans! He's -" I put my head on his shoulder. Dad's arm reaches round the side of me and brings me in for a hug.

"No he isn't, he's in his room, he's safe." Footsteps quickly approach my room.
"Georgia!" Sans pants, his eye flaming yellow, illuminating the room.
"G, it's not. It's not what it seems!" Sans starts to cry. Dad chuckles, but as if he were concerned.
"You still have them Sans? At 26?" Dad asks Sans. Me and Sans hug each other over Dad, Sans nods in reply to Dad's question.
"I'm so sorry for assuming you two. I didn't know you both had these." Dad gets up and walks out of the room.

Me and Sans make sure that we're both alive. And hug, still sniffling our tears back. Proceeding to do what we have been doing and falling asleep within a hug, Sans' arms around my shoulder and I hold his hands round the front of my body.

The morning comes around. Everyone except for me and Mum go out. Dad and Sans going to the Lab, one of the only places they get accepted. Papyrus I think is going to find Undyne or Mettaton. That makes me think. Did Burgerpants ever get on the set? We turn TV on and relax. Having the weekend to ourselves.

Me and Mum sit on the sofa, I'm lay over her lap, just like how we used to fo when I was a kid. She starts to plait my hair. She notices something happening outside the window. I know this because she stands up very slightly. I feel her heartbeat rise rapidly.

"Georgia. Just, do me a favour, please. Don't ask anything about it, but go to your room." Her voice starts to waver. Because of this. I decide to do what she says, not ask anything and I run into my room. I shut my door and sit my back against it. I hear three, stern knocks on the front door. The next I hear is a mixture of Mum's voice, a deep voice and a very feminine one. Then another masculine, only seeming more soft and less stern.

"Josephine, Elizabeth, Corona. You did not have a daughter with that horrible being, did you?" The stern, male voice asks Mum. How do they know her name. Her full name at that?
"Dad, don't be so mean. Even if she did. It's not that bad. They're both living things!" Wait. So the one male with the softer voice is the son of the one with the harsh voice.

"Thanks, Mike -" Mum thanks the man with the soft voice.
"That's Micheal to you!" The stern, female voice snaps back.
"Mum, please. You do this to your daughter and after many years and this is how you treat her?" The soft voice tries not to shout.

"Micheal. Please, tell me you are not supporting this creature that had a child with a monster. A monster, Micheal!" The soft voice speaks.
"I never said that I had a child with him, OK. It has not been confirmed, nor theorised apart from you two that I have a daughter. And to think that I had one with someone that I only knew for a year?! You really are that disgusting, aren't you? There's more than one family with the surname 'Corona', you know?" Mum shouts. I continue to listen to the arguments that are happening downstairs.

"Leave! Leave my house. AND DON'T COME BACK!" Mum shouts in anger. The front door slams shut.
"You do, don't you?" The soft-voiced male asks.
"What?" Mum replies, clear sadness in her voice.
"You do have a child, don't you?" The male speaks.

"Georgia! You can come down now!" Mum shouts to me. I put my gloves on just in case. I walk slowly down the stairs, still slightly scared of what just happened.
"Wow. She's a teenager? How long ago-?" A moment of realisation hits the dark brown haired man.
"You only knew him for a year? Didn't you?" He smiles. Mum nods and places her head in her hand.
"You can take them off, Georgia, we're safe with him." I take my gloves off slowly, the man intrigued with my actions. He gasps and smiles even wider when the holes are revealed.