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 lazy comedian in public, a lucky few got to know of Sans’ violent streak when it came to his treasure.

Sans opened his laptop, only to find that you weren’t in your room. In fact, you weren’t even in your house. Sans sighed, figuring that you must’ve gone to a friends house. He shuts the laptop off and curls up in bed.

Hours later, he’s half awake and hears soft padding on the carpet. He lazily blinks one eye-socket open and is met with…your face? He’s just seeing things in his tired state, but he can’t say he minds. You’re the most perfect hallucination he’s ever seen.