When the teacher handed you back your paper, you have to admit that some part of you was hoping you would have a severely failing grade. Was that... wrong of you? Maybe, but to be quite honest, you didn't really care. You sighed, running your hands over your head as the teacher walked by. Your heart was kinda in your throat right now...

He placed it face down on your desk, the paper rustling almost obscenely. You took a deep breath and covered your eyes, contemplating your life for a good 15 seconds before mustering the courage to look. You shakily reached out, and flipped the paper over in one swift motion.

You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding as you read the grade on top of your paper.

98/100, the red pen seemed to scream at you.

...Fuck.

You jumped slightly when you felt your phone go off in your pocket, shocking you out of your current thought process. You pulled it out immediately and unlocked your screen, bringing up the texting app and seeing Sans had texted you.

... You sighed. Of course.

Sans: eight kisses, hun

You actually groaned out loud as you read his obnoxious message. Of course he would know. Of course he would know you passed, probably before you even knew yourself. You let out a frustrated sigh, typed out an angry reply.

You: Suck my dick, hun

Okay, maybe it was immature, but you didn't really care. He deserved it for being so... cocky .

You placed your phone back down on your desk and leaned back in your chair, taking a moment to breathe. You knew as soon as you got out of class he was probably going to tackle you and 'claim his prize'. You were ripped from your train of thought once again (did this guy ever even let you think before he messaged!?) as your phone buzzed on your desk.

Sans: i mean

Sans: i can lick your clit

You felt your face redden as you read those texts, forcing yourself to keep from screaming in embarrassment. It was in the middle of the day! People might lean over your shoulder and see! He had no shame, did he?

You mustered up some more courage. Well too bad, because you refused to let him win.

You: No. Just suck my dick.

Okay. Still childish, and not your best, but oh well.

Sans: ok

Sans: under the desk or out in the field?

You snorted lightly. Okay, he wanted to be a pervert? You could fuck with him.

You: Rn.

Sans: you sure? you're in class. that's kinky, even for me.

You rolled your eyes. Please. He would probably be willing to 'suck your dick' while you were both hanging off a cliff.

Desperate fucker.

You: I don't have a dick, asshole

Sans: damn. then i guess i'll just have to lick your clit after all, huh?

You swear, you felt your face get even redder as you reread that sentence about 5 times, tilting your phone closer to you so no one else would see.

You: Stop.

Okay, you were lame.

Sans: pfft. stop? i haven't even started.

You: Good. Don't.

You had this strange feeling in the pit of your stomach, that... he might be laughing at you.

Sans: wanna know how i would start?

Oh dear god. No. Was he actually trying to sext you right now!? You typed furiously.

You: No. Thanks. I'm good. Gonna focus on class now if you don't mind so I stop needing your help with my homework.

Sans: pff. i would start by pulling down those pants you got on... or maybe i should just rip a hole in 'em?

SHAMELESS

You: Stop. Now.

Sans: oh, no, no, no, i wouldn't stop there. i would then push your panties to the side...

Oh my God. Oh my GOD. BASTARD.

You: Stop!!!

Sans: then..

Sans: i would...

Sans: licc.

Sans: suck

Sans: make you cummm

...

Are you fucking kidding me !?

You: I'm in class. Stop.

Sans: fiiiiinnnne. class is about to end anyways.

You felt your heart race when you glanced up at the clock and realized he was right . Class was over in about 40 seconds. You quickly started to gather your stuff together and put them in your backpack, just in time for the bell to go off.

Shit. Shit. Damn. FUCK.

You took in a deep breath as you stood from your chair and pushed it back in its place, thinking of new ways to try and fight Sans off. You picked up your backpack off of the floor and started for the door, releasing your breath and walking out of the classroom.

As soon as you walked into the hallway, you saw him.

He was leaning on the lockers across from your classroom with a shit-eating grin on his face that made you want to punch him. Hard. He noticed you, and the grin only seemed to become wider.

You stormed up to him and shoved the completed, almost full-marks homework at him. Then, you crossed your arms, and glared up at him.

"Stop." You said, glaring harder.

He started to walk towards you, a little too close for comfort. You blinked, anger falling away, backing up.

"eeeiiiggghhhttt..." He said ominously, still coming closer, his face shadowed and smile dangerous.

You sighed, trying to sound annoyed instead of scared, continuing to back up. You ended up with your back against the wall next to the door of the classroom you just got out of. He placed both of his hands by either side of your head, keeping you locked in place. "...L-Later."

Shit. You stuttered.

"mm, i'm sorry ma'am, but if you can't pay your debt up front, then i'll take a loan with twenty five percent interest rate..." he said teasingly, leaning his face closer to yours...

You pushed him back a few inches by the front of his chest and gave him as stern of a look as you could muster with your cheeks as pink as a sunset. "Sans! After school!" you scolded, looking around at all of the people in the hallways. Some had stopped to look at you both, but when Sans turned and looked at them, they would quickly avert their eyes and continue walking. Perks of being popular, you guessed.

He turned his attention back to you and gave a sly smile. He gently pushed some hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. "eight now or ten later," he told you, his hand going back to resting on the wall beside your head. "your choice..."

You swallowed harshly and look around anxiously for a moment before meeting his gaze again. "...T-Ten later, then."

The smile on his face widened. "alright." He muttered, softly, before finally backing off.

...

After that, he left you alone, aside from a few random texts.

You went through the day and tried to focus on your schoolwork and taking notes, hell, maybe you could even learn something new today! You hadn't actually learnt anything at school for ages, considering your distracting stalker situation.

It was extremely hard to concentrate, though, because you couldn't get the thought of Sans kissing you out of your head. If he wasn't so fucking creepy, you would be over the moon. I mean, you used to idolize him, for fucks sake! Only a few days ago, the thought of Sans saying he was going to give you ten kisses later...

Your heart would've stopped. Literally. You would've gone into cardiac arrest.

One thing that scared you a lot, was the fact you didn't know what he was even fully capable of. You know that he can stalk you and harass you without a trace, so only God knows what he's planning at the end of the day! He could sneak into your place at night and strangle you, and then go home with no consequences! He sure as hell has snuck in your place before, he's confirmed it himself!

But then again... if he wanted to hurt you, he probably would've done it by now. You sighed, and looked out the window. If he wanted to sexually assault you, he would've done that too. You and him both know he could get away with it, completely scott free.

He was honestly sick. So fucking sick. He had it all. He was popular, funny, worshipped, but that wasn't enough for him. No, he had to harass you too. To make the situation worse, he was smart. So fucking smart. He was practically a genius, and that scared you shitless. Sick and smart. The first two words that pop in your mind at the mere mention of his name, and it was a seriously dangerous fucking combination. Especially for somebody who had access to magic! That's a whole extra level to your fears!

You let out a small yelp when you walked out of your final class of the day and he was suddenly right in front of you, sipping a juice box. You backed up a bit and accidentally bumped into some random guy, who thankfully, wasn't upset at all about it. You muttered a quick apology and he gave a little smile, before walking away.

You looked back to Sans and took note of his expression as he watched the boy walk off. He was... glaring? Only it was something else... you swear you could see traces of malice in that expression. You shrugged it off, for now.

"...You gotta stop doing that," you told him, giving an exasperated look.

His gaze snapped from watching the boy back to looking at you with his usual easy going smile. "stop what?" he asked, sounding genuinely confused.

You gave another sigh.

"Waiting outside of my classes like that." You explained, walking over to your locker and putting in the combination.

He leaned next to you and watched as you slid some books back into place, taking sips from his juice box every now and then.

"i always did this. only difference is that now you're aware that i'm here." He explained, casually. It made you cringe internally. That was... really creepy.

You shut your locker, and turned to face him, teeth gritted. "Dude. People are gonna think we're together."

He snorted, and gave you a look.

"yeah. that's the idea, silly." He told you, affection clear in his voice.

You felt your cheeks heat up slightly, and you gave him a glare. "What do you mean, 'that's the idea'!?" Was he... trying to make it seem like you were a couple !?

He gave a half hearted shrug, and reached out, ruffling your hair gently. You squeaked and moved to smooth it back down, moving a step away from him in irritation. "if i'm always hanging around you, no other guys are gonna dare make a move. you know how many people i had to threaten while i was anonymous? it was tiring." He explained, nonchalantly.

For a moment you felt... confused. If... if he was threatening people to stay away from you, that meant people... liked you?

So that means... not everybody hated you?

Relief flooded your system for just a moment. You weren't a huge loser! There were people who wanted to hang out with you! People who wanted to date you! People who were...

... were...

You had always thought nobody liked you. You had thought that you were too ugly, or too weird for anybody to ever actually like you, but to find out you suffered alone because of him!? Because he threatened people!? Because he had this weird obsession with you!?

Keep your cool (y/n). You told yourself, breath shaking. Relax.

You took in another, deeper breath, and then exhaled, before speaking. "...So you're telling me... people actually... liked me?"

"mhm."

You felt your blood boil at how casually he said that. Your patience started to thin, and you whipped round to him, eyes wide.

"You... Oh my God! I hate you! I was so... lonely !"

He smiled again, and softened his features. You weren't sure if it was intentional or not. "you wanna go out with chad?"

...You internally cringed at the mere thought of that. You felt insulted by the question itself.

"No!"

He snorted lightly. "well, he tried. a few times, actually."

You let that sink in for a moment. Chad. Chad, the fuckboi, wanted to date you.

The woman user.

Uh...

No thanks.

... You felt your anger leave you, just a little. Driving away Chad wasn't exactly something you could be mad at Sans for.

"...Was he the only one?" You asked, fiddling with your nails. Please say no. That was even worse than nobody liking you at all.

"two of melanie's minions tried to have a go."

You cringed externally this time. Melanie's minions? No. Fuck no . Melanie's the biggest bitch you've ever met, you would never date anybody who even associated with her. "Ew what the hell!?"

He gave an amused hum. "mhm. and... i think the most recent girl chad dated. that's it."

You thought for a moment. Most recent... Oh. "...Sarah?"

He nodded. "yeah. her," he explained, taking another sip.

You looked down for a moment, picking your nail. "... Oh. I liked her."

You saw a small flicker of jealousy flash across his expression, but decided not to comment on it. He sighed and glanced in another direction for a split seconds before looking back at you. "...isn't she the one who called you a slut?"

Your expression fell. "...She did?"

He look... apologetic. "...right. sorry. you weren't there."

You suddenly felt very upset. You know you shouldn't be bothered by what other people think, especially people who hang around Chad and Melanie ...

... But it still hurt.

"...O-Oh." Was all you managed to say.

He looked like he regretted telling you this, as soon as he saw your face fall. He quickly tossed out his now empty juice box in the trashcan right next to the both of you, and then gently cupped your face in his hands. "hey... don't take it to heart. she's a narcissistic bitch." His voice was soft and gentle, nothing like his usual asshole exterior.

You shrugged, your gaze drifting down to your feet. "It's fine."

"...you're taking it to heart." He sounded upset.

You gave a sad sounding scoff. "I... I take everything to heart. You know that..."

He gently stroked your cheeks with his thumbs, affection clear on his face. You weren't quite sure how to take it, seeing as he was your stalker. "you take things that don't matter to heart. like, why does her opinion matter? it shouldn't in the slightest. she's a bitch who drinks and parties too much. you should take the things that are important to heart, like when i tell you that you're beautiful or compliment you in any way."

You felt your expression soften slightly. "...It's kind of hard when everybody's shattered my self confidence, Sans." You said, turning your face to try and break out of his hands.

He gently turned your head to look back at him. "hey, hey..." he started gently, "...i think you're beautiful. right now you might not accept that, but in the future i'll make sure you know how special you really are."

You felt your heart do a small front flip in your chest as you stared into his eyes. This was Sans. Sans the skeleton. Your stalker, and he was making you feel wanted and making you feel special. You should be afraid of him. You should want to cry and run away, but instead... you felt loved ?

You sighed softly and gently slapped his chest. "...Quit getting sentimental on me."

He snickered and let go of your face, ruffling your hair affectionately, once again.

You groaned and tried to fix your hair. "No! Stop doing that!" you complained.

He smiled fondly as he watched you fix yourself. "...don't worry about the kisses. i'll have them another time."

...

You were shocked and disgusted with yourself when you felt a wave of disappointment rush over you. "...Oh," was all you could manage. You knew why he was saying it, so why the actual fuck did you feel so rejected all of a sudden!?

He raised a brow bone, amusement clear on his face. "you... sound disappointed?"

You quickly recomposed yourself enough to glare at him. "I never said that!" You challenged, maybe a little bit too defensively.

His expression softened again. "...you just seem so beat up and upset right now. didn't think it was really a good idea to ask for them at the moment."

You sighed. "I don't care, okay? I just... wanna go home."

You saw a small flash of sympathy on his face for a moment. "shortcut?"

You nodded, taking his hand when it was offered. You closed your eyes and let the world fall away.

...

When he told you to open your eyes again, you did, blinking away the nausea. You found yourself back in your living room, standing by the couch, light still seeping in through the curtains, everything so quiet and peaceful. You pulled your hand away from his, noting that he tightened his grip for a fraction of a moment before releasing. His hand fell back at his side, and he looked towards your kitchen, eyelights soft, before looking back at you.

"tea?"

You blinked, and then looked toward the kitchen for a moment as well. "Uh... Sure."

"mint or regular?"

"... Regular."

He gave a small nod and then made his way to your kitchen, where you heard the faint sound of glasses and spoons.

You sighed as you sat down on your couch, looking towards the remote next to you, on the arm rest. You picked it up and flicked the tv on, not really sure what you even wanted to watch... You settled on some random family game show before leaning back into the cushions and relaxing. You got pretty engrossed into the game show before Sans came back with a mug. He sat next to you on the couch and handed it to you, and you momentarily hesitated. What if he drugged it?

You set the mug down on the coffee table when he looked to the TV, leaning back and getting comfortable once again. Sans turned to look at you when he felt you shift, and he noticed the look on your face. You seemed... distant. "...should i leave?"

You were momentarily shocked by the question. He was offering to go away? Most of the time you couldn't get him to leave, no matter how hard you tried!

...Weirdly, you didn't really want him to go away right now...?

...

What the fuck is wrong with you?

"...You don't have to."

He seemed happy enough with that answer. He smiled the slightest bit, and you wouldn't have been able to see it if you weren't paying close attention. "alright. movie?"

You nodded, handing him the remote. He switched to Netflix and started to search through the options one by one, sometimes lingering on the trashier romance movies. "...hm... wanna watch a trash movie, or one that's actually good?"

You snorted. "You can pick." He settled on some trash movie. He insisted that it was to make fun of it, but you're about 80% sure he actually enjoyed trash movies unironically.

...