San's POV

This kid.. This kid was a kid who had been through hell and back. He could see it in her eyes, her actions. He was a bit intrigued when he first started his job of watching her. Listening in on conversations, he'd learned that she had quite the bad rep. Accused of being a murderer. She didn't have any LV though, so that was a lie. Another interesting thing he learned was that she was wingless for some reason. He didn't know why or how or if she was born that way, there were stories. All of which were likely lies as well. So he brushed them away. He learned that she was bullied often and despised by most of the town. Her own father included. Ronald was a drunk dick that really didn't deserve what she did for him anyway. The abuse made Sans bristle, and there's been multiple times where he wanted to reveal himself to kick Ronald's ass. He knew what it was like to be abused. He wasn't a fan.

He always watched, he never intended to get involved. But today, that was exactly what happened. He watched as five jock boys surrounded Lorraine. While he'd long since found out she could handle herself, it looked a bit much, even for her. Not to mention they were mostly armed. So he took the first shot from the roof, just as the guy was about to charge, he pinged his soul blue and dunked him into a wall, rendering him unconscious. And while the rest were in their stupors, Lorraine went after one of them. The guy with the bat. While two more had tried to go after her, Sans wouldn't allow that. They could take their turns, getting their asses handed to them. And that's exactly what happened.

Then there was the guy with the gun. He caught a glimpse of him on the roof, so he teleported, watching him and allowing him to catch the smallest glimpses to thoroughly freak him the fuck out. It was really just fun and games until he threatened Lorraine. He tried to keep him distracted long enough for her to stop his "madness". It seemed that his job was complete.

But it wasn't.

The guy he'd originally taken out was up and going after Lorraine and Sans wasn't having ANY of that. So they went for a short flight.

"W-what the fuck are you doing man! Drop me!"

"i could do that, sure bud." He let go and the jock tried to fly. Emphasis on tried. He started screaming.

"WHAT'S HAPPENING?! WHY AIN'T I-"

"it's likely that the impact your wings took dislocated one of them. You asked me to let go so now you're going to die." Sans stated casually while doing a dive following the flailing avian.

"SAVE ME! SAVE ME!"

"mm, nah."

"WHY NOT?!"

"you were being an asshole to your classmate."

"I'LL STOP, I PROMISE, JUST SAVE MEEEEE-" Sans caught him when he was only a few feet from the ground.

"alright, you twisted my wing. but if i see something like that again though, i will leave you to die." Probably not the best thing for a monster to say to a human, but Sans wasn't pleased. He teleported to Lorraine's in time to see the bear bottle fly over her head. His feathers puffed out out of anger. Things only escalated from there as he tried and failed to harm her. Then he must've said something wrong because She. Went. Off. She damn well knocked him on his sobered up ass and yelled loud enough for him to hear from his hiding place. After which she grabbed her bag and left.

Now here he was, following her. He wanted to comfort her, but it was risky. Did she even have a place to stay? He wasn't entirely sure. There were very few people around here that actually sympathized with her. He guessed he would have to wait and see.