Your Touch

63. Because I Could

Third Person Pov:

Sans laid in his and Grillby's shared bed embarrassed, "I know, I know... they're horrible."

"What Do You Mean?"

"These Are Outstanding!" Grillby joyfully exclaimed holding the piece of art.

"You really think so?"

"Yeah!"

Grillby got up and got out a piece of paper and a clipboard with a pencil and gave it to Sans.

"What?"

"Draw Me Please~?"

Sans sighed and sat up on the bed, "Yay!!"

Grillby sat in front of Sans and Sans started making a rough sketch.

"...I was thinking."

"Oh?"

"My dad found the old keys to our house when we lived on the surface."

"I was thinking about going there for a little."

"Where Is It?"

"Hope's Peak."

"I Don't Think That's Too Far."

"I was wondering if you would like to come with me?"

"And See The Home Town You Were Born In?"

"Yeah?"

"Of Course!"

"Do You Think Anyone Will Live There?"

"Probably not, the town burned down remember?"

"But, I don't think our house didn't. Our house was a little out of town."

"I go back to work on the 11th of January, and ugh- I have to look at Kevin again."

"Fucking piece of shit bastard." Sans angrily mumbled under his breath.

The room was now quiet but also filled with the sound of a pencil on paper.

"Sans... Sans, he's bottling up his emotions. So this Christmas, try and get him to let out the emotions." Were the words echoing in Grillby's head.

"Sans?"

"Yes?"

"I Noticed Over The Few Months That You Sometimes Stand On Your Tippy-Toes."

"Oh..."

"Why Is That?"

Sans took a deep breath and let out a sigh, "You need to know sooner or later I guess."

"When Void was my dad, he would punish us for basically no reason. If he didn't feel like hitting or slapping me, he would make us stand on the balls of our feet and he would then scatter thumbtacks around us. If our balance sucked we would fall on the thumbtacks, the same would happen if our legs gave out. We would just stand there for hours. But, I didn't like Papyrus doing the punishment so I would take his time and combine it with mine. Making me stand there longer."

"...There was this one time where I tried fighting back......heh......learned my lesson."

"Plus a few broken bones."

Sans continued to draw, after an hour Sans forgot that Grillby was even there. Out of nowhere, Sans smiled and spoke out loud, "Damn, I feel like getting dicked down right now."

"W-What?"

Sans snapping back to the real world, looked at Grillby, and said, "G-Grillby?! When did you get here?"

"I've Been Here The Whole Time?"

"U-Uh... I'm done?"

Sans flipped the draw so it faced Grillby, "Ok, That Is Fucking Art."

Sans had drawn Grillby sitting on their bed smiling.

"Awwwe~ Thank you baby."

Grillby gently put the piece of art on a nearby nightstand.

"So, lets talk about that dream you had."

"Right."

"Now, from the top."

"Make It Drop?"

"No Grillby- tell me the whole dream."

Grillby told Sans the whole dream and Sans looked like he had heard it all before.

"Then I Woke Up On The Floor With You Looking Down At Me."

"Ok..." Sans sighed.

"Yon."

"Yes~?"

"This was your doing wasn't it?"

"It sure was!"

"H-Huh?"

"Well~ You see here candle man. I have a power to twist someones dreams and make them see what I want them to see. So I placed that spider in the cabinet and made you pass out. I then fucked with your dream. I made you see things that Sans would most likely never say to you."

"But Why?"

"Because I could."