(So as promised, I am going to try and get these two updates out today. Sorry for being slightly late on them, I had to check up on a few unexpected things yesterday, along with my computer not wanting to turn on. All the same, it is fine and we will continue on with this story! Enjoy!~)

---(Y/n)'s Pov---

"Absolutely not."

He gave me a blank stare, his smile not faltering once while I stared at his blood soaked clothing. Sure the crimson marks were dry now, but that wouldn't stop them from potentially staining both the bed and my clothes. He even had some on both his hands and face, but it was nothing in comparison to his hoodie and white shirt. "C'mon, cupcake. I'm tired."

His whining fell on deaf ears, I wasn't going to do this. "Either take it off, or allow me to return to work."

"M'kay." He simply said with a devious grin. Before I could correct myself, the skeleton had the hoodie and white shirt thrown to the floor. His ribs were completely visible, and he took absolutely no shame in it as he fell face first into the comfort of his mattress.

"On second thought, I will ask Papyrus to take me... enjoy your nap San-" At the feeling of his strong grip on the back of my clothes, he didn't even look in my direction before yanking my body down next to his. Even if his face wasn't showing, I could tell that he was hiding a cocky expression.

"Just go to sleep already, I'm dead tired." He groaned into the bed. Despite his muffled voice, I knew that he was enjoying trying to tease me. I didn't give into him, in fact, I tried to move away while he kept a strong arm hooked around my waist. Once he had enough, Sans lifted his skull from the mattress to stare at me... he was smirking in a terrifying way. "Unless- there was something else that ya wanted?"

The skeleton's sharp fingers dug into my side, painfully reminding me of his desires. Slowly, he propped himself up on his elbow while he gave me a lazy look. His grin didn't falter in the slightest, but I could practically outline his suggestive attitude.

My composure was faltering, but I managed to hide it well behind my cold eyes. Sans was testing me with his stare, waiting for some kind of answer from me. Since I didn't want him to get some random burst of energy from whatever he was potentially thinking, I instead decided to give him a response. "Let's just... get some rest."

Since I couldn't be as effective with a single foot in pain, I decided to just give in for now. Laying down on my back, I came to slowly close my eyes before letting out a small sigh of irritation. After about five minutes of silence, I felt an unusual weight. "Sans."

"Hm?" He replied lazily. I could tell that he was enjoying himself way too much.

"Sans, I am not a pillow. Neither am I your bed." I said blankly. The skeleton hummed in confusion and didn't make the slightest move to get off of me. In fact, he laid himself down on top of me with his skull pressed into my chest.

"So comfy..." He mumbled out while sharply inhaling my scent. Opening my eyes to take a better look at him, his legs were straddling my waist while the front half of his body was on top of me... obviously he was in a state of pure bliss. A small purring sound came from his bones, I could practically feel them vibrating as he gripped the fabric of my clothing to prevent me from being able to remove him.

In minutes, Sans was unconscious and breathing evenly. Actually, even though he turned my breasts into his personal pillow... I took comfort in seeing how relaxed he seemed. His face showed nothing but peace- in fact, this was his most peaceful moment out of the time that I knew him.

Would it be strange if I said... that him looking like this made me feel happy? Natural maybe?

"Fine..." I muttered out without bitterness. My tone was softer than usual and held something deeply accepting. This wasn't so bad... Sans was warm after all? And his purring was a purr-fect lullaby. "You win... but only because you look..."

Taking in his appearance thoroughly, my hand moved to the back of his skull... carefully brushing my fingers up against both the cracks and the smooth surface of it. He didn't seem bothered by it, and instead responded by nuzzling into my chest deeper. "So happy. It's... charming. Maybe even adorable."

Unknowingly, Sans smiled at my words as my arms wrapped around him instinctively.

---Flowey's Pov---

Finally, I managed to actually witness (Y/n) and Sans together. By now, I kinda expected for her to be dead or something... but she always proved me wrong. Especially with how Sans now saw her. Looking at their relationship from an outsider's point of view, I found them to be almost inseparable. Sure, (Y/n) would act impassive and sometimes seemed as though she didn't care... But through our brief time as friends... I knew better.

She cared a lot, enough so to even save Papyrus despite injuring herself in the process. Personally, I am surprised that for all of our suffering... that Sans was the one to discover some kind of happiness. And I mean- usually EVERYTHING was against that smiley trash bag. Generally, a Monster's Soul would never attach itself to someone so easily... they had to have some kind of compatibility to do so, which made it hard for Monsters- who were always once so loving of everyone... to actually fall in love. (Y/n) was surprisingly no different, I would catch her staring at him only to drop her killer façade at times.

Whenever Sans left (Y/n) for a few minutes, I could practically feel his Soul twitching in anticipation to return to her side. Obviously, he cared very much for the girl that so easily earned the respect of everyone.

Once Frisk left, I tried to reset as much as possible... but could only find myself doing it upon death. As long as there wasn't someone with superior determination- then I could do it. Too bad that Aliza and (Y/n) are here, they're way above me in that department.

And Sans... he was also terrifyingly determined. In fact, I bet that if he could load, then he would of saved us all from this hell. Must feel bad to have something like that so far out of reach... I mean, imagine if he could do what Frisk could do? That would be scary.

Shivering at the thought, my mind wandered to what I saw earlier. In this world, since Aliza hasn't reset in awhile... it was probably obvious that Alphys was permanently dead. In fact, I had a front row seat to the entire thing!

Sans just teleported back into the same room where he left (Y/n), only to let out some kind of animalistic growl. I mean, the guy sounded like some kind of crazy over protective mutt.

Shaking, my petals made a sound against all of my constant shivering. His single crimson eye searched the room for her.... but when he heard Alphys talking, his mind went into a type of instinctual defensive mode. He stalked towards her, his axe dragging behind him to produce a loud screeching sound. Sans probably made scratch marks into the floor as he intently listened to the former scientist. "Take a left... N-no! Your other left, U-Undyne!"

Sans started to twitch at the mention of that name. Moments after, a loud crunching and mechanical screech caused Alphys to abruptly remove her headphones. She wasn't able to see the screens due to her blindness, so she was intently listening for (Y/n). "N-no way... d-did she... who I-is this h-human?!"

The skeleton was now behind Alphys, practically breathing down her neck as she frantically tried to speak on the mic. to the Queen. "I-is she t-there?"

"Don't see her."

"She t-took out the c-camera in that room... maybe she k-knew?" He moved his axe past Alphys' face, causing her to visibly pale from seeing her own reflection. Sans' features were notably shadowed, leaving nothing but his crimson eye to pierce through the darkness of his intentions.

"Well obviously. M' mate ain't some fucking idiot."

He pulled back his axe into the air before bringing it down on her arm, instantly severing it in one perfect swing. With the arm gone, she dropped her communication device to the ground before letting out a frantic scream. The lizard fell to the floor, a flash of betrayal showed in her eyes. "S-Sans... how could y-you? I thought... we were f-friends! Family!"

"Nah. My family is Paps. My friend is Grillby... and my mate is (Y/n)." He explained with a dark chuckle. The device was turned off, and I could only watch as Alphys stared at it desperately. She wanted to warn Undyne, even though her pain was probably excruciating with the amount of blood pouring out of her.

Sans leaned down to pick up her cut off arm, it was still twitching from it's nerves being somewhat active. "Heh. And here I thought that you might come in handy. But, guess your mistakes were so repetitive- that being a useful Monster was just out of reach, huh?"

He tossed the limb over his head before playfully shrugging his shoulders. "AL? ALPHYS, WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!"

Sans tilted his head, his grin was sickening as blood spread all over his clothes. "Y-you... would chose a-a human m-mate over the r-rest of us?"

"Pft, nah. She isn't just some human." He mused with a dangerously low cackle. Sans lowered his body on a single knee that was pressed against the floor. He tapped his fingers impatiently against the handle of his weapon, almost having some kind of internal battle with himself.

Tap

Tap

Tap

Tap

Alphys stood her ground while clutching her shoulder, knowing that the next move that she made would decide her fate.

Tap.... tap.... ta-

The lizard couldn't take it anymore, she turned her back on him in a state of panic and reached for the communication device. From behind her, Sans was launching himself forward and made a move to grab her ankle. "S-SANS? No! PLEASE! S-stay... STAY AWAY!"

"" Sans started to drag her back into him, her claws dug into the floor leaving scratch marks as she pleaded with him through sobs and screams. But to him? It was music to his ears. His phalanges dug so deeply into her ankle, that they managed to pierce through the skin which earned him a loud yelp. Seconds later, her ankle was crushed... ironic since (Y/n) was suffering with something similar.

Soon after, he released her... only to watch her struggle to get away. "Ain't so easy tryin' to run without a functioning foot, huh?"

He didn't laugh, his face was completely void of any kind of positivity... again it looked as though he was struggling with his own sanity. Watching as bones sprung from the ground, her entire body was hit with an eruption of their sharpened tips. Blood flew through the room from the impact, leaving him completely soaked in her death... and only when Alphys drew her last breath, did he smile sadistically.

(Y/n) managed to make Sans into a faint ghost of his formal self, an idiot comedian. But- when he was left alone, panicking for her safety... his obsessive nature took control, leaving him with the desire to kill until he was holding onto her again. Separating them seemed more dangerous than interacting with him for food.

Only when he knew that she was okay, would be when he felt capable of calming down. "I will never forget this, Al."

He said quietly to himself before turning around. Sans always made an effort to forget about the last timelines, forcing himself to not be impacted by what his friends may of done... but this unique world of horror is firmly stuck on him. Even though nothing will change, he wont step away from his hatred. No matter what, unless you were Papyrus, Grillby or (Y/n)... you might as well be on his shit list.

Soon enough, I was snapped out of my memories when I started to hear talking. It was probably night time on the surface, so looking up through the hole really didn't tell me much... but I knew what I heard.

Sinking into the ground, I waited for a good fifteen minutes. After the time passed, I saw someone that I thought I'd never see again... or at least, not in this timeline or with that many weapon holding humans...

It was Frisk.