Stars, you were adorable. Sans just couldn’t get enough. What a lovely, perfect human, all for him! He clutched his treasured polaroids as he readied himself to watch the newly installed cameras in your room.

He would much prefer to watch you in person, but you were a light sleeper, and sometimes his shortcuts were buggy. He didn’t want you waking in the middle of the night to a looming skeleton. No, that would terrify you and then Sans would need to work extra hard to get you back.

He entered his house, locked the door and waltzed happily into his bedroom. You were out quite late today, and Sans was content to watch you from afar, until you began to head home. He knew you’d be safe after that. No one who wanted to keep their appendages would even look around you wrong. Despite being a friendly comedian, a lucky few knew of his violent streak when it came to you.

Sans opened his laptop, only to find that you weren’t in your room. In fact, you weren’t even in your house. Sans was readying himself to shortcut when there was a noise from his living room, a soft thud.

Sans was expecting a lot of things, what he was not expecting was you- half way through a window, with a bag on the floor, staring up at him with a half shocked, half guilty look.

He snorts. “Talk about a rough landin’.”