"I can still love" Yandere!Ink!sans x reader

Chapter 5~Lost and Found

Y/N's pov

I hugged myself as the last scene replayed in my mind. I was trembling uncontrollably by now. The person Ink chained up? He's dead. He hid his head on the corner of the interrogation table when he fell over and lost too much blood. Ink's a wanted criminal now. I can't believe it. Me BEST friend, one of my only friends, a murderer! I cried silently as I ran out of thr police station, only to see that all-too-familiar glow, the color of rainbows, coming from a tree right by the station.  I squinted. He couldn't possibly be hiding in that tree, could he? 

Then again, the only noise I heard was muffled sniffing and sobbing. I could have sworn I heard mumbles mixed in with them. But I thought Ink lost his emotions? It couldn't be possible that he could be crying, even with all the things he's done . I cautiously approachde the tree to see a sleeping skeleton that was too familiar for his own good. I stared at him, blinking every few seconds. 

"N-No, not again..." He mumbled quietly, whimpering. His glow only got stronger. (I DON'T CARE IF HE DOESN'T HAVE ONE HE HAS ONE NOW >:( ) I struggled into the tree, right beside him, and caressed his skull gently. He may have gone crazy for whatever reason, but I'm sure it was just an outburst of all the emotions he was holding in for all those years. I can only imagine what it must have been like being all alone. I sighed and picked him up gently. Surprisingly, he didn't wake up. Instead, he started crying even quieter than before, his sobs now barely audible. 

I put him in the back of my car and got in the front seat. I looked back at him in the mirror, seeing his glow only get larger and worse quicker than I could ever imagine. Tears rolled down his face like rivers flowing endlessly, rainbow-tinted droplets dropping onto the seat below him.

I pulled out of the parking lot as quick as I could, driving as fast as I could back to my house, trying not to wake Ink up. I heard sniffles and quiet murmurs behind me, but they soon all stopped. It was an awkward silence, if you think about it. Soon we reached my house, and I was forced to take one of my worst fears into my house, one of the things I feared the most would be sleeping in my room tonight. I picked him up carefully, making sure to put his overly long scarf in his lap that way it wouldn't drag on the ground as I somehow unlocked my door and went inside.

He wasn't as heavy as I expected, so taking him upstairs was pretty easy. The only obstacle was the loud, creaky floor and the loud hinges on my door. I tiptoed up the stairs as quietly as I could, careful to not make any noise.  I winced and bit my lip as I hit my foot on a loose nail and tried to hold myself ack from crying out in pain. I ocntinued up the stairs, finally reaching the top and facing the biggest challenge yet. I opened my door as gently as possible, but nothing could stop the creaking of the door from screeching. I jumped, and about dropped Ink. I hurried into my room and laid him on my bed, holding both sides of my head in frustration.

You know when you stub your toe really hard and just become really tense? And then you start getting mad at every little thing? Yeah, that's how I feel. I kneeled on the ground and clutched my foot, only to see it bleeding badly. That's when Ink woke up, his eyes wide. I didn't see him of course. I winced and took my sock off, tossing it to the side and pressing my hand to the cut, hearing my bed creak and watching that same light brown scarf jump down the stairs, not landing on a single step, only the floor at the bottom. 

I looked back at the bed, then back at the doorway, only to see Ink right in front of me, holding a bandage roll in his hands with tears still flowing down his face and his glow gone already. He gently took my foot and wrapped it in bandages after applying ointment to it. Once a decent ammount of bandages covered my whole foot, he got up and sat on the edge on my bed, burying his face in his hands. I got up and limped over to him, laying my head on his shoulder and hugging him awkwardly.

"I'm a terrible person, Y/N. I killer your best friend, I killed a cop, why do you still stay by my side..?" He said, his voice shaking violently as a rainbow flare peeked out from under his hands. "Bad person or not, you're my friend," I said softly. "I didn't ever like B/F/N, he always used me and I could tell. I don't want you to leave me, Inky," I said, smiling as he gave in and stopped tensing up and relaxed his body, hugging me as well.

I felt hot tears soak the back of my shirt. Ink pulled away from me after only 5 seconds had passed. I sighed and got up, heav=ding for the door. Only to feel a hand grip my wrist. I turned around to face Ink. He had a worried expression on his face. "Where are you going?" He said, his voice shaky and scared in a way. I gave him a warm smile and reassured him I was just going downstairs to make something.

After a few moments, he let go of my wrist and returned to my bed, looking at the posters on my wall. I walked downstairs, ready to grab the ice cream. We could just watch movies downstairs and eat ice cream while we waited for the time to pass. I closed the freezer and headed back upstairs to Ink, finding him still looking at the pictures. I took his arm in my small hand and led him downstairs to the living room, confusing him past the point of simple confusion. I tossed him on the couch and grabbed a few bowls. 

"You can pick a movie if you'd like," I said, my back turned to the curious eyes staring into mhy back. Upon gaining my request, he started flipping through Netflix. I didn't see the movie he picked, but he paused it before I could turn around. Blankets sprawled out all over the couch, I sat beside him and handed him his bowl of ice cream. His eyes sparkled and a big smile came to his face. I laughed and unpaused the movie, wrapping myself in the blankets while Ink simply smiled to himself, lost in thought. 

Ink's pov

I waited for the time to come, the time when the scary part would come and she would embrace me. I probably would't kill anyone anymore, at least without thinking first, but I can use schemes to get her to fall into my arms and love me. Of course, that's playing dirty, but I wouldn't let some silly roadblock stop us from the path of life together, where we will never seperate from each other.

Then it happened. A jumpscare came on and I looked over at Y/N, who was burying her face in my arm. I laughed, turning off the movie and choosing F/M instead.

"Sorry," I laughed. Y/N huffed and ate the remains of her ice cream. I did as well. Soon, we were both laughing with each other, but we were both afraid. Afraid of what might happen. I was the most scared, scared Y/N would hate me. I was scared she wouldn't love me anymore. Scared she would report me to the police. But I didn't let those thoughts bring me down. We spent the rest of the day laughing and playing until we both fell asleep side by side.