Bone

I was not aware that something so hard could be so soft and comforting, it was nice to be able to relax but as obvious. It did not last long. I was woken by a bony hand grabbing my arm and tugging me off of my makeshift pillow that I had made out of Papyrus' legs "Alright little rat. Time you stop relaxing and go into your now room and stay off of my fucking brother, he doesn't need you to contaminate him anymore than you already have" I hear sans tell me in a deathly calm voice, so I look up at him only to notice his eye sockets are pure black. "I like it when you get mad at me Sansy, you get all frustrated and hot." Without warning or any threats Sans lifts his hand in a quick manner, he was going to hit me, and I honestly don't even care...what is wrong with me? I usually always fight back and dodge but seeing him like this made me smile, he loves his brother so much that he has hated me and went to resort to violence to stop me from 'contaminating' him. Ain't that fun! SMACK My head swings to the side, he actually smacked me. I am soooo proud of him actually finally standing against me, time to hide the pain and do what I do best again.

"Mmm Sansy! I love when you get aggressive with me~ it really makes you a total Bone Daddy, your hot" I practically purr at him, he doesn't look very friendly as he lifts his hand again "Go on Bone Daddy, hit me. You know that I enjoy it so what's the hold up? Scared?" His hand falters as he begins hesitating, so I took that as a perfect opportunity to twist out of his grasp, "Well Sansy, lead me to my room then. You may also want to wash your hands by the way, you seem to have gotten some of my skin on it" I state as I start to walk up the stairs in front of him, I might as well give the damn Skellydick a view since he does seem to enjoy me. This will be either horrible living here or the best thing to happen to me but who am I kidding? Being the best thing will not be hard to beat. The best thing that has happened is that I met that Smexy robot Mettaton, what a piece of metal. Chuckling at my funny thoughts I ignore the fact that Sans is glaring at me with confusion, hatred and humour.