Dust sans, or Vio as he forced you to call him, hasn't... Mentally been the best.

Often finding a sick and twisted peace with you, even if he hated himself after it.

He was always... Angry at something. Often lashing at you physically or mentally. Though you wouldn't dare leave.. He wouldn't let you.

Besides, that's your purpose in life. To help him.

He cooed as he held you tighter to him. His claws digging into you back as his eyes looked crazed.

"I love that you're so gentle.."

He mumbled, hanging onto tears as he spoke through gritted teeth.

"I'm sorry I'm so hellish.."

He lied through his teeth, he wasn't sorry. He was only sorry for you, being his victim of the story. But oh how he 'loved' you.. Though he wished he did or at least could..