A second chance (A Human!SansxReader fic)

Chapter thirty five: pretty little liars shit

The song for this chapter is: Friendly goodbye

You awoke to something clattering to the floor loudly. Groaning you sat up, and accidentally headbutted whoever was standing above you. You rubbed your head and looked to see Justin. You stared at him for a second ad then leaned over the bed to see what he had dropped.

A knife, glinting as it caught the moonlight shining in through the window. Your blood grew cold.

"You...You're one of them."

Just stepped back, his eyes widen and his entire body trembling. "I..I can't. (Y/N) please, I never ever wanted to be involved in any of this." As he spoke, you thought back to Jasper and his words. The last one doesn't even want to be involved. The last one will help you, if you can find them. But how could you know that one was Justin...wait. He was just a Freshmen. He wasn't even in town when your friends died. So it only made sense... You scooted to the other side of the bed, wanting to put as much space between you and Justin as possible. He was small and thin, you could probably fight him off if you had to, so long as he didn't pick that knife back up. But before you could even consider that, "Justin, tell me what the hell is going on. NOW." Your hand covered over the call button, ready in case he tried anything. Justin backed away slightly, holding his hands up. "I-I can't! They'll kill us both!" "They were already planning to kill me, clearly, and you were the one who was going to do it. So if I'm going down, you're coming with me." You snapped, feeling the rage building up. "I thought you were my friend, dude! I thought we were close!" "W-We are!" Justin replied and was suddenly knocked to the ground when you leaned over and shoved him. "No we aren't! You planned to kill me, man! What the hell is that even about?" Justin sat up and winced, looks like he hurt his wrist when he fell. For a split second you felt back, but then remembered...fuck this guy. "(Y/N), please....I don't want to do this. I never did. But they threatened to totally ruin my future of I didn't. My band, my band mates..." "So what, your stupid band is more important that me?! Your band is worth murder?!" You used to think Justin was cool and smart for his age. Clearly you had thought wrong. Justin looked away and got to his feet slowly. You reached back for the button. "Come near me and I'LL be the one ruining your future. There's cameras here, dummy. You didn't really think you could get away with this, did you? Why are you even here, and who's telling you to do this?"

"I don't know." Justin sat in one of the chairs against the wall. "I really don't. I got a text my third week into school, right after I met you, telling me if I didn't keep an eye on you then they would ruin everything for me. It wasn't from a number I know, and they never use the same number, they just sign their messages with an H." "That is some Pretty little liars shit right there." You frowned. H..there were a lot of H's at your school. The Hailey's, hazel, Hannah Jefferson in Mr. Frost's class. This wasn't useful at all. "Okay, so why did they send you tonight." "Well, the message." Justin replied. "At the school." Time to act dumb. "What message? Justin I've been in the hospital for two fucking days." Justin sighed, rolling his eyes slightly. "I know that. That's what I told them. They still think you're involved." "Involved in what?" Gotta keep up appearances. For now, at least, until you could, hopefully, get him to work with you. "Those deaths...your friends. It wasn't an accident. And somebody at school knows. They wrote this huge message in red on the old locker room. H is flipping their shit." Okay, yeah, you seriously felt like you were in an episode of pretty little liars. You straightened yourself and smoothed out your hair. You needed to be serious. Well, you were ALREADY serious, but now you needed to think. "Justin...you have seriously, and permanently broken my trust. Friends don't murder, or attempt to murder friends!" Ironic coming from you, but...but nothing. You had told them the truth. Now you needed to accept it. You hadn't killed your friends, your family. Chara had. You needed to get over this guilt, and focus on the problem at hand. "Justin, do you plan to finish the job?" Justin was silent for at least an entire minute before shaking his head. "...no. I never, ever wanted to hurt you." "Then help me fix this." You leaned off the bed and picked up the knife. At least he didn't have it, and if he did try to attack you still, you could defend yourself. "I've known for at least a week that they were murdered. I left that message, and if you were ever really my friend, then you're going to help me. Understand?" You looked him right in the eye, arms crossed, knife in hand. Justin sighed, nodding. "I understand." You relaxed, but just barely. "Good. Now, I'm going to call Natasha, Emilie, and Sans. You guys are going to make it look like you killed me, alright? Then tell them you ditched the knife. Sorry, but I don't trust you with this thing." "That's fair." Justin gave a weak chuckle, fidgeting with one of his dreadlocks. "And after?" "After, try and we find out who H is. I have a scientist friend who might be able to check those numbers...hell, Sans might even be able to do it." You grabbed your phone from the bedside table. Luckily, your grandmother had brought it for you. "We're putting an end to this." This wouldn't be able to salvage your friendship, most likely.

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One of you correctly guessed this, actually. Justin is the one who did not wish to be involved, and his reasoning for doing it are pretty weak, too. Def a good example of a kid willing to sacrifice too much for their dreams, even the lives of their friends.

We are SO close you guys.

One down, two to go.