Senses Crashing Into One

Chapter Two- A Chilling Sleep

Sans slept well until he suddenly wheezed out in pain. He started experiencing the bone-dusting sensation spreading all over his body. The pain felt severe that he could not even let out a scream, but his mouth was frozen and open. He tried to wait it out like a bone cramp.

The sensation soon passes away as quickly as they suddenly came over. He was suddenly able to breathe, which he didn't notice he couldn't before. Sans was familiar with pain, but that does not mean that he was immune to it.

He felt little bit of tears creeping out through his eye sockets. He sighed and tried to wipe them off. Being a skeleton did not make the act any easy and so he settled on wiping it off using his blanket Papyrus had covered him with before sleeping.

Pulling out his phone, the time read, "1:49 AM," which pretty much showed how long he was sleeping in. When Papyrus took dragged him into their home, the Underground still displayed midday light, so he practically slept nearly a half the day. Although he already slept at least one full day once. Papyrus blew up.

He flipped down the phone, donning his blue jacket and silently walked down the stairs with his fluffy slippers. The fur softly tickles his bones as he shuffles down the path. He knew how much of a light sleeper Papyrus is, so he had to be much quieter than normal. Teleporting is too much of a risk as it can throw him permanently into the void if something goes wrong, especially with the way his body fails him occasionally.

He slowly opened the door, a little creak making their way past him as he stepped off to the cold dark snow of Snowdin. Despite his jacket being warm, it nearly did nothing to protect him against the sheer cold the weather provided that is especially much stronger at the time of the late.

Grillby's would most likely be closed off as no one is awake at this time. Sans let out a freezing burr and trudged over to a secret bank he had favored. No one knew this place; maybe Papyrus, but Sans hoped that it isn't the case.

The skeleton sighed as he walked to his station, then deep into the forest. It really was cold. And that's saying something as he is all made up of bones and don't project heat the same way other monsters do.

The leaves slapped him several times in the face as he walked in further into the forest. It took him a few minutes in silence and ruffles before the trees cleared into a beautiful frozen lake. There was enough dim natural light, perhaps magic, that makes things don't seem so dark.

The leaves glistened under the simulated night light as Sans sighed, plopping down on the floor, lean down on the tree closest to the lake as he gazed down at his reflection. No matter how many times Sans see the frozen water, it always provided a clean, cold calmness that is soothing in a way.

"ah!" Sans gruntled down as he felt his ribs crack under some unknown pressure. Someone kicked him, yet no one was in the area. He raised up his shirt, only to reveal that there was no crack. Better yet, there were no injuries or whatsoever displayed on his ribs.

"must have been the sensations again," He muttered to himself. It wasn't painful as the previous ones, but he still practiced his breathing, blowing out the sharp pain away. It faded away within a few minutes as he sighed tiredly.

Sans is getting sick of this. He is getting tired of getting extremely painful pains dealt on his body, despite not a single on doing that to him. As if his own soul single-handedly brought in feelings of agony for fun. He's so tired of it.

All of the sudden, he gasps as the strong intent to kill overtook his body. He shivered, not because of the cold, but as the rush of LOVE filled him. His eye lights color shifted from their normal white to a semi color of red and blue. He felt like giggling madly, clutching over the sharp bone in his hand, not noticing when he had summoned it.