Classic Sans x AU Sans Oneshots (Requests closed at the moment)

~Stockholm Syndrome: Horror x Classic~

(Heya, so I just needa say something. Okay. The author kinda made the ending somewhat scary and hella confusing. So I, Pop, shall tell you what happened to our lovebirds at the end! Alrighty, bye!) 

~Sans's PoV~

"Come out, love!~"

I heard Horror calling for me, his large, bloody axe making a scratching sound on the ground as he dragged it while searching for me. I ran behind a tree, catching my breath. He had just killed Papyrus. My eyes started to get wet as tears fell down my face. I was scared, to say the least. Suddenly, I felt something pin me to the floor. I looked up to see Horror.

Horror: "Hello, love~"

Sans: "P-Please don't hurt me..."

He caressed my cheek. I shivered as he smiled at me.

Horror: "Why would I hurt you, love?~ Now, let's get you home!~"

He teleported us to his house. We were in a bedroom. 

Horror: "Here's your room, love~ Yell if you need anything, okay?"

He left, locking the door behind him. I tried opening it, but it was locked shut. I sighed as I lay down on the bed. I was tired, so I closed my eyes and promptly feel asleep.

~Reader's PoV~

You explore a house, said to be where someone kidnapped Classic long ago. You are there with the rest of the Star Sanses. You walk into the guest room. You look for anything under the bed. There's a journal. The cover says:

~ Sans's Journal ~

You open it to read its contents. You see letters written on the first page and start to read.

Day 1- Trapped

Horror's given me this journal. I don't know why, but I might as well use it. He's only come in to give me food and books. I talked to him a few times. He seems quite nice, for my kidnapper.

Day 2- Getting to know him

I talked to him more today. I learned more about him. He seems really nice, but when I asked him why he killed Paps and took me, he just said he did it for my protection. I tried asking him more about it, but he said nothing. I didn't seem to get anywhere else with that. Oh well. I'm still stuck in this room. He hasn't let me out yet. I do seem to be getting his trust. I also asked him what he does in his free time. He said making head dogs, whatever those are.

Day 3- Exploring

He let me explore the rest of the house. The living room is nice, and I got to cook for both of us in the kitchen. He seemed to really like it. That's good. I saw his room. It's a bit bigger than mine, with the bathroom being also larger. After, I went to the backyard. There was a pool with a waterfall, an area with fresh fruits and vegetables growing, and a big tree in the middle. It looks perfect for reading. After I finished exploring, I ate dinner with Horror and watched a movie with him. After a while of watching the movie, he hugged me by my waist. I blushed. What is this feeling...?

Day 4: Love?

I think what I'm feeling is called Love. It's a very nice feeling. Maybe that's why Horror brought me here. Because he loves me. I think I'm starting to love him as well...

You turned the page, but it's all scratched out. You keep flipping until you stop at a page that, finally, is not scratched out. The only things blurred are the day's number and tittle. You wonder why, but shrug and start to read.

Day !#^&: (Use your keyboard if you want to find out the exact number.) 💧︎ ✡︎ ☠︎ 👎︎ ☼︎ ⚐︎ 💣︎ ☜︎ (Use a translator; it's Gaster's form of Wingdings.)

I'm happy here with Horror. I love him, and he loves me. We are leaving to somewhere no one will find us. I will leave this journal here. If anyone is reading this, then we are long gone. 

Y O U  C O U L D N ' T  S A V E  H I M  F R O M  T H E  S Y N D R O M E. I T ' S  T O O  L A T E.

There seems to have been more, but the rest of the page is ripped out. The following pages are as well. You close the journal, sighing. You place it down to go tell the others what you have found. As you leave, you turn your back to the journal. Unknown to you, the cover of the journal changes, the letters shaping into something else, written in a dark ink:

S A N ' S  S T O C K H O L M  S Y N D R O M E: I N D U C E D  B Y  L O V E  P O I S O N.

The last page also changed. Not like you knew. You were too busy getting the others.

Looks like I've finally done it. Sans is finally mine. And I'll make sure he loves me... I'll make sure. No matter what I have to do...

- H o r r o r

(Heya! So, here's what happened to Sans and Horror: Sans basically feel in love due to Stockholm Syndrome. They kissed a lot, hugged a lot, and snuggled. Lots of fluff. Horror decided that they had to move quickly after a while, because the Star Sanses were beginning to find out where Horror had taken Sans. Now then, here's a fluff scene from your good friend Pop!)

~San's PoV~

I was watching the stars with Horror. We were sitting down, leaning on a tree. They were beautiful. After a while, he lifted my chin.

"I love you, Sans."

I smiled and hugged him.

"I know."

He kissed me passionately. I kissed back with as much passion. After a bit, we both gently pulled away, smiling at each other. Horror summoned a blanket, putting over us as we snuggled, looking at the stars. After a while, we both slowly fell asleep. I love him. And he loves me. That all I could ever ask for.

At least, I think so...