My Itty Bitties

8. Hoody Travel

Chapter Summary: Sans means business. It would have been scary if he wasn't pocket-sized. You go to Pixis' office with Hange.

"The name's Sans, Sans the skeleton. Mind tellin' me what's goin' on?"

The bitty on her bed asked. Keeping his gaze on the two injured—white eyelights staring at the obvious crack and shatter. His shoulders tensed as millions of possibilities came to his mind.

"What happened?" He asked reluctantly, unsure if he truly wanted to know. It was a miracle that the Papyrus-looking one hadn't dusted yet. Their attacks disappeared at his zero hostility, their magic stopped leaking out of their injuries.

"uhm..." a large voice caught his attention, he looked over his shoulders and teamed up—he forgot about her, the human that could easily kill them with her size compared to theirs.

Sans' smile tightened.

She blinked down at him, her (colour) eyes looking worriedly over to Blue and Edge before returning to himself. Obvious puzzlement drawn on her face as she slowly crotchet down to the floor, her eyes on him as she slowly lifted her hand—but pulled away immediately when he went of defence.

"I'm not going to hurt you." She said calmly, almost convincingly.

Sans chuckled, momentarily looking back to the other two then up at her accusingly. She flinched from that motion alone.

She sighed, a gust of warm air brushing past him as he stood, figuratively, tall.

"Heh, yeah." He chuckled, acting nonchalant to her words.

She frowned deeply and sat back, lifting her hands in a surrender motion and pointed to the two behind him. "Don't believe me? Ask them."

Unsurprisingly, it was Blue who spoke up first, quickly debunking Sans' suspicions. "IT WAS THE OTHER HUMAN," he gestured to the crack in his arm. "HE WASN'T AS NICE AS MS. Y/N HAD BEEN!" He perked up, grinning widely that his mouth opened. "SHE WOULDN'T DO ANYTHING TO HURT US!"

Sans slowly nodded, not wanting to have his back at Y/N while he listened to the other skeletons— god there was more than two, how had he not heard of this?

A scoff caught his attention.

"SHE'S TOO WEAK TO DO SHIT. IF SHE WAS A REAL THREAT SHE WOULD HAVE LOCKED US UP IN CAGES OR THROW AWAY THE—" he tsked, clicking his magical tongue. "THE DAMN BOX."

Y/n wanted to cry at Edge's words, did he trust her? If you looked in between the lines and ignored the insult, he was praising her in some sorts. It was a massive improvement from a two days ago, that's for sure.

"Then," Sans spoke up, turning to look up at her once again. "Do you know what's happening?"

She quickly shook her head, lips into a line as her eyebrows furrowed slightly in thought. "No. You guys just arrived two weeks ago, I opened the box last week and two days later: Blue woke up." She tapped his chin, thinking hard about the last few days of this crazy yet exciting adventure.

"Oh! There was strange writing on the box—let me check if it's there." She quickly added, lowering herself some more to reach under the bed into the home-made box house, although she didn't pull it out but gently pushed it around to see the strange writings—to her surprise, there was nothing. No English text, no red wingdings, or no marking evidence that there was anything on it.

"Oh." She said once again, sitting back up with a confused frown. "There was words on the box when it arrived. It said something like 'keep them safe' or uh..." she bit her bottom lip, mindlessly tapping her cheek as she thought harder. "Look.. after them for me?"