Family Secrets {a MobFell/MafiaFell Fic}

Go Away

"Leave me alone, Sans."
"Nope, I'm afraid I can't do that, kiddo."

Feeling a lump form in her throat, the teen sat on the edge of her bed, doing her best to twist her expression of defeat and guilt to one of annoyance and anger as she growled, unintentionally baring her teeth at the large skeleton that resided in her doorway, "Yeah? Why the hell not?" Doing his best to avoid looking at her, the male in question shrugged, his usual relaxed and confident facade beginning to wither before her eyes as he rasped, "I just can't. Not while you're like this, I mean. I'll leave you alone when I'm sure you're in better shape, I promise." She scoffed, her knuckles white as she tightly gripped the edge of her bed, "How about you just fuck off already? I said I needed to be alone, and if you care about me at all, you'll listen to what I'm saying."

Sans felt a very minute amount of agitation spark within him at the tone she was speaking to him in, but he did his best to ignore it as his gaze slowly came to refocus on her, a part of him actually beginning to feel bad for her as he took notice of how glassy her grey eyes looked and how her bottom lip occasionally twitched. She repeatedly clenched and unclenched her hands into fists, still tightly squeezing the edge of her bed as she glared up at him.

She'd gone nearly her entire life being passed from family to family with a deep yearning to know where she belonged, as well as harbouring the belief that she was unlovable and that no one would ever be able to handle her. She knew she had a short fuse at times and she knew she could be a troublemaker, but if someone had earned her trust and considered letting her be a part of their family, she'd do her best to be the child they wanted instead of the child she really was. Sans knew this; she didn't say it word for word, but he'd watched her and paid attention long enough to catch on, but yet, he'd reacted in the worst possible way to the new information that'd been delivered to him earlier on by WingDings.

He and Adrienne had been seated in WingDings' home office while the old man sat behind his desk and rifled through a slightly yellowed folder, the ink he'd written on a small label on the front of it with now thoroughly smudged and definitely unreadable. He'd made two copies of all the papers he'd wanted them to see, then handed a single copy of each to both of them, waiting patiently for them to be done. Sans had finished looking over his papers first, silently setting them on the desk and leaning back in his seat, his brow bones furrowed and giving him a look of confusion as he tried to process what he'd learned. Adrienne finished not long after him, nearly dropping her papers as her eyes widened and the color drained from her face; she'd pointed at Sans, her voice a slightly higher pitch than normal as she addressed the old man who continued watching both of them, "There's no way I'm related to him! You've gotta be joking, Gramps... please tell me this isn't you being serious."

WingDings arched a single brow at her and hummed, not a trace of amusement or humour to be found in his features or his voice, "Do you take me for the sort of person that would make these things up? I know I've done some unsavory things in the past, but I wouldn't stoop as low as joking about something like this, child." Adrienne shifted in her seat, the papers finally sliding off of her lap and onto the floor as she ran her fingers through her hair, sighing deeply. At Sans' silence, WingDings cleared his throat, shifting his attention to the other man, "And I take it you're in disbelief as well?... Not that I could blame you at all." Sans simply nodded, remaining silent as he rested his chin on his hand, still looking puzzled. The old man tilted his head, picking up a letter opener and idly fumbling with it, "If it would help to ease whatever you're feeling at all, we could try to run a DNA test of some sort. Even though it's probably not necessary, considering how she picked up on what's supposed to be strictly skeleton magic so easily. Countless others have tried to use our magic, but they failed."

The skeleton still seated beside Adrienne nodded slowly, his gruff voice unusually soft, "Yeah... please. I know we probably don't need a test, but it'd be easier to believe this with that proof, if the test is positive." Wingdings hummed, redirecting his attention to the teen, "Would you be alright with proceeding if we drew up a test of some sort, Adrienne?" Feeling as though the confusion and curiosity were starting to eat at her from the inside out, she looked up at the old man and nodded, giving her silent confirmation to him.

It wasn't long before the test was performed, and time seemed to drastically slow down as Adrienne and Sans both eagerly awaited the results. Even though she loved the new family she lived with, she'd always wanted to know who her real family was for such a long time, and she was beginning to lose hope on ever getting any answers. She was nervous and still in shock, but she felt hope and excitement blossoming within her as well. Sans, on the other hand, might've been still in shock, but if anything, he was overtaken by confusion as to who he could've slept with that ended up getting pregnant, and he even felt a decent amount of fear forming in his soul at the possibility of being a father. WingDings was away most, if not all of his childhood, leaving him to raise his two younger brothers, completely on his own. He knew he could handle raising kids, but that didn't mean he wanted to; not without being afraid of somehow messing them up in the process. While he waited for the results, he did his best to accept that they could be positive and he'd thought he'd managed to do just that.

But he was wrong.