I Like Bad Guys? (I'm A Bad Person)

Idols and Pop Stars| Old Friends

"Bonnie no."

"Bonnie Yes!"

His friend only giggled as she dragged him towards the mob of people in this concert.

Sans groaned as they made their way through this mass of sweating bodies just so they can get to their seat in the front.

If your asking what the hell is happening, well his good friend Bonnie somehow won this tickets and backstage passes because of being able to answer all this questions about the members perfectly correct on the first try on some sort of fan base website.

Once they made their way to the front, Sans slumped his back against his seat as Bonnie was still standing up looking at the stage with anticipation even though the band still wasn't there.

Slim was lucky, that fucker was able to escape out of this one because Bonnie only has two tickets.

He rolled his eyes remembering the finger guns the other gave him when Bonnie was dragging him away and gushing to him at how lucky she was.

Sans glance to the side seeing his friend practically vibrating from being too excited at all of this. He would have turned the other down until he realized that this was a 2 week concert and that Bonnie would have to stay on another country with no one else - seeing that almost everyone she knows has plans of their own - and there is no way in hell is he going to let his female friend just go alone, thank you very much.

He didn't have to worry about Papyrus seeing he was attending a boarding school and he had already sent his brother the allowance for this month so he was sure that the other will be just fine.

"Ladies and Gentlemen the Hellbound will be on stage in 5 minutes!"

A voice said through the speakers making everyone in this whole damn concert squeal in joy. Sans groaned rubbing his temples as this screaming hurt his hearing.

He looks down on the flyer in his hand showing 5 shadow figures in it with hellbound on top in big capital letters.

Hellbound, what an odd name.

Sans had listened to their music, it wasn't hard seeing his friend would play it in the car or sang it all the time.

Sans has to admit they were good, really good. Their songs were melancholic and hit you hard on your SOUL, sometimes the songs are just really catchy and are there for show.

Despite the name they never did launch a metal album which Sans actually found a bit odd but was thankful for nonetheless, he wouldn't want to listen to screaming banshees for hours straight.

The lights in the whole stadium dimmed as everyone hushed down.

He looks at the stage seeing lights turning on specific members.

It first hit on a skeleton on the far left side, the other was wearing a plaid shirt over a black long sleeve shirt and denim pants with chains on the side but what caught Sans attention was that the other has what looks to be black tears stains going down his eye sockets.

The skeleton caught him staring and, wait, did the other just wink at him?

The people who thought they were the ones being winked at screamed loudly while Sans just raised a brow at the skeleton who chuckled at him.

Odd.

The next spotlight that opened was pointed to a skeleton on the far right side, he was wearing a blood red shirt beneath a brown leather jacket and denim pants. His eyes darted to the giant gaping hole on top of the other's head before looking at the other in the eye seeing one lone red eyelight accidentally locking eyes with him.