Sans x Toriel (Teen Pregnancy)

-_ Part 79 ~ Burnt Up Hopes. _-

Sans' POV:

God I can't do this. My life is on the line, and I feel like I'm doing nothing about it. I'm gonna die any day now. The early hours of daylight woke me up soon after, and I tried to calm myself down. Saturday, the good day. I sit down and start to make breakfast for everyone, like I sometimes do, but I just can't tell myself to do anything.

I need to sort this out. Maybe I can go to a physiologist. Maybe Alphys knows a thing or two. I feel so alone. I find myself crying on the bartop helplessly, not being at to move my bones an inch.

Toriel's POV:

I gracefully walk downstairs, tying up my robe. I opened the door to see my beloved Sans weeping quietly. "Hey... hey, what's wrong?" I asked, pulling him into a hug. He sobbed into my fabric, his arms around me. "I can't do it... I'm gonna die..." Sans sniffled. I did not like what he said.

"Hey. No one's gonna die in this house. Especially not you. We've been through this Sansy... Asgore isn't going to hurt you unless he hurts me." I squeezed him lovingly. He exhaled and stopped crying. "If anything happens, we always have the police." I reassured him by rubbing Sans' skull.

"But... what do I do?" He answered back. I hushed him. "I can't go anywhere were you go... the school... or near his house..." Sans choked out the words. "Listen. Calm down, I've got you. I'll always be here for you." I put him down, a little regretful, and kissed his head before finishing breakfast.

"Sans... I know it's hard, but you need to face your fears. Come to school tomorrow, after all the lessons. Asgore will definitely be back, and we can talk. I can prepare for anything. Does that sound good?" I asked. He nodded. "Ok..." Sans seemed a bit happier now. I couldn't help but hug him again.

I handed him his breakfast and then heard my cellphone buzz. I picked it up and looked at the text.

"Oh my..."