The Lucky Ones

Chapter Twenty-Five: Blast From The Past.

We slept for about four hours. I woke up, and found a note on the pillow Sans usually uses. I picked it up and read it. It said:

"Tesla, I had to go fight Chara. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. I should be home soon. I love you. ~Sans"

I sighed. Chara. That little bitch that ruined his life. Killed his brother. Killed his friends. She killed everyone he loved. And I had the feeling I was next on her hit-list. I stood up and put a black and white flannel. Looking out the window, I saw that it was raining. Great.

I was really in the mood to go for a walk. I guess I'd have to do it in the rain. Sans definitely wouldn't approve of me doing that, but whatever. He wasn't here.

I never took any of my clothes off when we came home, so I was all good. I walked out of my dorm room, grabbing my key before I left. I walked down the hallway, seeing two boys and a girl up ahead. I tried to slip past them, but they stopped me.

"Hey, Tesla. Where ya goin'?"

I stopped and looked up at the girl who said that. Oh God, it was Janette from 9th Grade. I gulped and said "L-Listen, I d-don't want any t-trouble..." I glanced at the two boys. Same ones as before, Mikey and Steven. Great, a blast from the past.

Janette said "She still studders. How pathetic!" They all laughed, and I blushed. Why was she such a bitch? She wasn't even popular. Steven said "Seriously though, where are you going? To the dump where you belong?" They laughed harder. I clenched my fists and bit my lip. I didn't want to fight them, even though I could beat their asses with no problem. But I didn't want to get into trouble.

"Aww, what's wrong? Is someone mad that they're just a little scum who only got into Harvard by luck?" They continued to laugh. I teared up and ran to the elevator. I pressed the button with an "L" on it, taking me to the Lobby. Quickly wiping my eyes, I walked out when it finally reached the bottom.

A few minutes later, I was walking on the soaked sidewalk. It was still raining, but I didn't care. No hood, no umbrella, just my hair getting wet in the rain. Sans would be mad at me, he LOVED my hair. Whelp, I was screwed.

I heard snickering coming up from behind me. Three sets of footsteps. One girl, two boys. More fun.

I only kept walking, and they ran up next to me. I crammed my hands in my pockets, whimpering slightly because of my wrist. Janette looked at me and said "You look like a mess. What the hell happened to you?"

I kept silent.

"C'mon, tell us. We won't tell ANYONE."

Still silent.

They started to poke my back, giggling more. I felt either Mikey or Steven push me, and I stumbled forward. I took three deep breaths, taking more air each time. Finally gaining my balance, I turned around and looked at them.

"What the fuck is your problem?! Why the hell are you bothering me?! WHY?! What did I ever do to you when we were younger?! You're just so fucking annoying!! Get the fuck out of my life before I try to kill all of you!!"

Mikey, Janette, and Steven all stood in silence, complete shock on their faces. I was breathing heavily, trying to calm myself down. The next thing I heard were bursts of laughter.

They were all laughing like they saw the funniest movie that was ever created. And they were laughing truthfully. They started to cry and collapse because of their laughter. I noticed several other people around me, who joined in with the laughing. It tormented me. I was hurt. I was humiliated. I was pissed. I was depressed. Janette, Mikey, and Steven stood up, still laughing. So many emotions built up inside of me that I couldn't handle myself.

I walked up to Janette and punched her straight in the nose. I definitely heard a crack. She fell backwards onto the sidewalk, and her nose started to gush out blood. She looked at me and screamed, while I started to attack Mikey.

What I felt next made me scream. Steven punched me in the stomach, forcing me to let go of Mikey. I held my stomach and stumbled backwards, eventually falling onto my back. God damn, it hurt badly. I looked at my stomach and saw no blood. I was okay. The baby was okay. Everything was fine.

I stood back up and glanced at Janette. Her mouth and chin were drenched in blood. I must've hit her hard to produce that much blood. I went for a second round. I charged at her, raising my right fist to punch her again. But someone grabbed my arm and pulled me back, putting himself in front of me

I glanced at who was in front of me. Cuts were along his back, covering the back of his shirt in blood. He kicked Janette in the side, making her pass out. Mikey swung at him, but he dodged and slapped him across the head. My savior swung his hand down, forcing Mikey onto the ground.

Four gaster-blasters circled around Steven, and he looked at me for help. Sans came to my rescue. I smiled at Steven devilishly and shook my head. He was so screwed.

Sans put his foot on Mikey's head and pressed down, making Mikey scream in pain. He screamed "HELP!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!" Sans chuckled and shook his head, tsking silently.

"You think you're gonna get help? You think you're going to need help when you're dead? You hurt my wife. You possibly hurt my child. And for that, you must pay."

Sans put up a black wall so that no one could see us, and formed several bones with spiked tips at the ends. He put three over Janette's stomach, two at each side of Steven's head, and one straight line from Mikey's back down to his feet. I closed my eyes and plugged my ears.

But that didn't do anything.

I heard several stabbing noises all at once, and then silence. I opened my eyes and unplugged my ears, seeing bones in Janette's stomach, Steven's head, and Mikey's body. Blood leaked out from under them. Sans definitely killed them.

Sans turned around and looked at me. He embraced me in a tight hug, trying to avoid me from seeing his chest. He said "Are you alright? Are you hurt? What happened? Baby, please tell me. I have to-"

I covered his mouth and pushed him a little ways away. I looked at his chest. A large cut was across it, bleeding severely. I teared up and looked him in the eye.

"Sans..."

He hugged me again and stroked my hair. Kissing the top of my head, he said "Shh, baby. It's alright. I'll heal soon. Let's just go home and get you washed up. Your hair's wet."