#lostsans

Chapter 12

Xans lay awake in the dark, the soft sounds of Lost's breathing next to him. He fingered the collar around his neck, sighing. I'm his.... He thought, then turned his head to look at the sleeping form next to him. Lost was curled up slightly, his face peaceful  and hands slightly curled in front of his face. The dragon charm's eyes seemed to glint in the moonlight and he smiled a little. And he's mine. All mine.... He watched as Lost twitched in his sleep, his face scrunching as a nightmare began to form behind his rapidly moving, closed eyelids. "Shh...." He reached out and gently threaded his fingers through soft, black and white tipped strands. "It's alright Lost....jus' a bad dream..."

After a few moments, Lost calmed down and nuzzled his hand in his sleep, a soft smile crossing his features before relaxing back into a deeper sleep. He chuckled and moved to hold Lost close, their noses near touching. I....I'm not sure what I feel right now.... He thought as his Soul thrummed in his chest. Is this....contentment? Happiness? Or is it somethin' more than that?

He tucked Lost's head under his chin, running a hand up and down the pale young man's back. I don't know anymore.... He frowned. He could feel Lost's heartbeat against his chest, the rhythm soothing and gentle. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to follow the beat and match it with his own breathing. If....If I go back to the way I was...I'll lose this....won't I? The thought caused his Soul to suddenly squeeze in pain enough to make him flinch. This feeling....my hunger will return........

He stopped  moving his hand, having it rest in the small of Lost's back. I'll stop....feeling this way....right? Human Souls are very different from monster Souls...or the one I once had. If I go back to the way I was, I'll regain my powers in full, but- He was cut off as his hand slid down to Lost's shoulder blades. Hmm? He dragged his hands along carefully, feeling Lost shiver as his fingers found soft bumps across his skin. Scars? From what? He looked down at the sleeping young man and smiled. What secrets are ya still hidin', hmm?

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Lost finished wiping the window down and sighed. He had rolled up the sleeves of his light blue knit sweater, the jeans he wore slightly baggy. "Alright....the office is all cleaned up. Well..." He looked at the bed in the room and scowled. 

"There's one lingering mess to pick up." Xans was sprawled out on the bed, his right leg hanging off the side as he snored loudly. He was wearing a white t-shirt that simply said 'My lazy shirt' and was back in his usual shorts. His white hair was a mess, splayed out under his head as he had his right arm on the pillow. "Hey, Xans!"

"Nghfh......leave me alone....I smell....bacon...." Lost smirked and grabbed his phone, hitting the record button. "Mmmnh.....I wanna....eat the pancakes.....the ones with....with steak and eggs...." Lost snickered under his breath. 

"Cookies....lotsa....caramel and...and.....mmmmm...."

"Xans, you need to wake u-"

"Heh......Lost.....yer all messy...." Lost's cheeks darkened as Xans lazily licked his lips. "Lemme...lick that all up fer yah...."

"Xans! Wake up!" Lost turned the phone off and shook him. The albino grumbled and peeked his green eye open, irritated. "Y-You...ah....you were....umm...." Lost coughed and stood straight up. "I-I need to clean the sheets!"

"Mmnh....do it later....." Xans yawned and curled back up, his legs tangled in the bed sheets. "Still....sleepy..."

"Xans it's 2 in the afternoon." Lost crossed his arms, tapping his slippered foot in irritation. "Get the hell up or I'm making you."

"Mmmnh...dead or alive....ya'll never get me...." He mumbled. Lost scowled and gripped his Soul with his blue magic, flipping him off the bed. Xans smirked and suddenly, large blue rhombus shaped wings sprouted from his back. He hovered in midair before landing. "Aww c'mon Lost. Ya know I was just messin'." Lost stared, the rag in his hand forgotten and falling onto the floor. "What?"

"I...I just....I've never seen your wings before." He admitted softly. Xans floated down in front of Lost and watched as he carefully reached out, touching his wings. Lost felt the smooth surface of his wings, watching them twitch a bit. They flickered in the room before vanishing, Xans's bare feet gently touching the floor. 

"Wow..."

"Well they are made data and code." Xans chuckled as his tail whipped out. "I'm surprised ya've never seen them before. Thought ya had." His tail began to poke Lost in the cheek and he smacked it away. "Aww, it likes ya~!"

"Xans, c'mon." Lost laughed slightly despite his irritated look and grabbed it. He grinned as he stroked it and Xans felt like his whole body was struck by lightning. He moaned slightly and Lost's grin widened. "Oh.....you like that? Or does your tail like it~?"

"Y-Ya shit! L-Let it g-ungh~...." Lost gave it another stroke, his smile wide as he brought it to his mouth. "N-No~...." Xans felt his legs shake a bit as Lost's soft, pink tongue dragged along his tail, making him squirm as his member grew hard. F....fuck.....shit....... "Y-yer.....dirty...."

"You asked for it...." Lost chuckled softly. "Besides...I can't let you be in charge all the time....now can I?" Lost continued to stroke and play with his tail, nipping and kissing it as Xans growled, his fingers grabbing the bedpost of their newly bought bed, scratching at the wood. "Feel good?"

"Nnn......uh....huh...." Xans's blue tongue lolled a bit and he felt his member throb as Lost whispered against his tail. Suddenly, Lost let go and Xans blinked. 

"H-Huh?"

"No more unless you do some chores."

"Y-Ya dirty little-" Lost walked up and placed a hand firmly on his erection, making him moan. "F-fuck you~...."

"Hmm.....maybe later." Lost whispered in his ear. "Or maybe it's my turn, mm?"

Fuck...why the fuck is he so hot right now? Xans thought as Lost's hand squeezed and stroked his clothed erection. "Nnnnfhhhuuuucckkkk......" Lost kept squeezing until he came hard in his pants, falling to his knees. "Y...yer.....a little minx, eh Lost?"

"Well..." Lost kissed his neck, biting it softly as Xans's tail coiled around his waist playfully. "I can't let you have all the fun, can I?"

"I dunno....you being so assertive is quite the turn on..." Lost moved away, his cheeks pink and eyes looking at the corner of the room. "Heh, ya look cute like that too."

"J-Just clean the room ok? I gotta go help get lunch ready." Lost huffed, heading out of the room. Xans stood up and looked down at his shorts, now stained with his cum.

Fucking hell....gotta shower first. He headed to the bathroom and undressed, his mind wandering. Hmm...so he's never seen my wings until know, eh? I have an idea....

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"Where are we going?"

"Just be patient Lost."

"It's kinda hard to be patient when you have me in a fucking blindfold here Xans."

"Well ya need to be patient."

"You bound my hands too."

"Eh, thought ya'd appreciate some foreplay."

"Foreplay?!"

"Hahahahaha!" Xans stopped once they reached their destination and undid Lost's hands. "I didn't want ya takin' it off. Thought ya trusted me."

"It's not that I don't trust you Xans." Lost huffed, his eyes still covered by a thick, black blindfold. "But when you walk up to me, asking me if i like 'bondage' and then do this, how can I not be a little suspicious of what you were going to do?" Xans simply chuckled and undid the blindfold, but covered his eyes and kissed the skin behind his ear, making him shudder a bit. "X-Xans..."

"Are ya ready? I'm gonna show ya something." He whispered. "I'm willin' ta bet you'll like it~...." He uncovered Lost's eyes and the young man stared.

"W....wow...." They were on a large, grassy hill just outside the city. Lost could see the city lights below and in the distance, shimmering almost like grounded stars. The moon was high above them, full and bright. Lost took a few steps forward, his eyes wide with awe. "This......just...."

"When I first got 'ere, I found this spot when wanderin' around." Xans explained. "It has a beautiful view durin' the day...but at night....it's near enchanting." Lost nodded and continued to gaze at the scenery. Xans's eyes turned to Lost and his own eyes widened a bit. Lost's skin seemed to almost glow in the moonlight, his hair softly swaying in the cool, autumn breeze. The city lights shone brightly in his red and blue eyes, making them shine with life and amazement. He was wearing his usual blue hoodie and basketball shorts, his pink slippers on his socked feet. "Beautiful...."

"Hmm? You say something?" Lost turned his head and Xans shrugged. Xans moved behind Lost, wrapping his arms around his waist and burying his face in soft, black, white tipped locks. "Xans..." Lost brought his own arms up to hold the other's, their fingers intertwining. "This is a rather beautiful spot."

"Yeah...but it's even better the higher up ya are." Lost cocked his head and yelped when he was lifted bridal style. "Wanna see?"

"Xans, put me the fuck down!" Lost struggled in his tight grip before pouting, arms crossed. "What are you sch-" Xans jumped off the steep side of the hill, and the two began to plummet. "AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!" Xans grinned and his large, data wings appeared and he flew up high, Lost clinging to him as his chest heaved.

"Ha! Ya should see yer face!"

"You motherfucker!" Xans just laughed and felt Lost's arms wrap around his neck. "You're so gonna pay for this later."

"I'm counting on it." Xans smiled and leaned down, kissing Lost gently. The albino responded instantly, humming in the gentle lip lock. The two remained there for awhile until Xans began to fly higher, giving them both a large view of the land around them. "It's always nice, being up this high."

"Yeah...it makes everything look so small." Lost commented. Xans raised a brow and Lost shrugged. "Although the wind is getting a bit stronger."

"Yeah, we'll head back." Xans began to fly down when his wings flickered. 

"What? Sh...oh shit....shit!" He tried to go faster when his wings suddenly vanished. Oh fuck no!!!! Both boys began a freefall, Xans holding Lost as tight as he could. "Shit Lost! Hang on alright?!"

"Hang on to what?! We'll be killed at this height!" Lost snapped as they fell faster. Lost looked at Xans and felt his heart clench. Xans's eyes were filled with a sense of dread, and he felt a hand on his cheek. "Xans....hang on."

"H-" Lost spun in the air, now holding Xans as large, bright wings burst from Lost's back, stopping their descent. Xans blinked a few times, in shock before looking at Lost.

"Can you...uhh...adjust yourself a bit? You're kinda hard to hold like this..." Lost was holding him with his arms around his stomach, Xans's arms and legs hanging in the air. "Please?" Xans nodded and moved around, holding onto Lost. He could see Lost's large wings and his eyes widened at their size.

They've gotta be at least four feet long! He thought. The feathers were large, light blue in shade with red tips, as if they had all been dipped in blood. Lost landed gently on the ground, being careful to place Xans down. "Holy shit....ya have wings."

"Y-yeah...." Lost mumbled, his wings tucking behind him gently. "Sorry I never showed them before, but with their size-"

"That ain't the only reason, is it?" Lost flinched a bit as Xans moved around. 

"May I?" Lost nodded softly and Xans touched the feathers, feeling them glide along his fingertips. As he touched Lost's wing bones, the young man shivered a little, his wings quivering. "Sensitive~?"

"S-Stop it." Lost huffed.

"Why hide these? They look...stunning." Xans said, walking back around as Lost's wings vanished.

"I just....it's something I just wish to forget." He admitted. "I don't like who I was. I was...." He shook his head and looked into Xans's eyes. "Please....please stop asking. Don't make me talk about it..." Xans looked into Lost's pleading eyes and nodded.

I suppose I can understand....if his past is that bad, then perhaps, fer once, it's best to leave it be. He decided and moved in close, kissing Lost and threading his fingers through his hair. He pulled the young man closer to him as they deepened their kiss, their soft moans mixing with the sound of the forest they had landed in. I've gotten soft....but....I wouldn't change a damned thing....

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"I am growing bored with waiting Vassssssssriel!" Vlowey snapped as the two floated in a large, dark space, purple strings of numbers and symbols flickering around them. "When will we get a chanccccccccce to play?"

"Soon Vlowey.....very soon." Vasriel grinned, holding his hand out. He relaxed as he watched Lost and Xans kiss on his screen, then the two began to walk off. He could hear their playful arguments and soft flirting, smirking as Lost blushed and Xans's face broke out into a true, genuine smile. "I think we'll be able to have a little fun shortly."

"About fucking time! I grow weary of thissssssssssss placcccce!" Vasriel chuckled as he turned to his partner, the flower scowling.

Chapter 3: The Demon of the Woods

Toriel watched as Hope ran about in the kitchen, moving almost with inhuman speed. "My slow down child!"

"Nope! These cookies can't wait!" Hope beamed, her bright yellow oven mitts covering her hands. "I wanna make them for someone!"

"Oh, and who could that be, hmm~? Is it a boy~?" Toriel grabbed Hope and tickled her gently, making her laugh.

"N-No Mama Tori! For a fr-friend!" She said between giggles. Toriel let her go and she bagged the fresh cookies. "And done! I'll see you later Mama Tori!" She kissed her cheek and ran outside. Toriel chuckled as she ran off, cleaning up after the young girl. Gaster came downstairs, adjusting his black coat.

"She's off already? That child has so much energy sometimes...." Gaster chuckled.

"Indeed. But better this than sick and in bed." Toriel handed him a small cookie and a cup of mayo with a straw in it. "I will never understand you and your brother's obsessions with food."

"Hey, 'mayo' learn the greatness of this stuff one day." He winked as he sucked it down, taking a small bite of his cookie. "Wow, she outdid herself today..." He said with a gentle smile. "She's such a sweet girl."

"That she is....and the answer is still no Gaster."

"Toriel, why not? She doesn't-"

"It's because of this that I stand firm. I'd rather she spend her days here...with us....then give her false hope." Toriel narrowed her eyes, soft gray shimmering with unshed tears. "I lost three children and I'm going to lose a fourth Gaster.....I...." Gaster walked over and pulled the sweet monster into a hug.

"It'll be alright Toriel. I'll think of something.....I swear it."

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Hope moved anxiously through the woods, keeping a sharp eye out as she found the blue flowers. "Sans! Are you there Sans?!" She called out, holding the small bag close.

"Didn't we tell you to fuck off kid?" Red floated down, his eye showing his annoyance.

"Hi Red!"

"Red? The fuck is a Red?"

"That would be you silly. And she called me Blue the other day....I assume she wishes to call us this." Blue floated down and Hope sat in the flowers, smiling at the two. "But Red is right child. We told you not to return, Master insisted on it."

"Well....too bad!" She smiled and both blasters rolled their eyes. "So where's Sans? I brought him something!" Both blasters turned to each other anxiously and shook their heads.

"Master's-"

"He's out hunting ya damned nuisance." Red cut Blue off, looking away.

"Hunting? Like for deer or duck? Uncle Gaster tells me people do that sometimes, just not in the woods here...." Hope opened the bag and held out two cookies. "You both want one?" Blue carefully floated over and took the cookie in her teeth, swallowing it as crumbs fell underneath her jaws. "Messy!"

"Sorry child....this is rather good though." She complimented and Hope blushed, her red and blue eyes gazing at the ground. Red huffed and took the other one, chomping loudly. "Manners Red!"

"Don't give a shit."

"Language!"

"Fuck you!" Hope giggled and watched as Blue's eye glowed. She fired a large blast, and Red seemed to suddenly vanish into dust. Hope laughed as Blue snorted, turning back to Hope.

"Wh-wh-why did you do that?" She asked in the middle of her giggling.

"He deserved it."

"I did not! You're one crazy bitch Blue!" Red snapped, reappearing just as quickly. Blue narrowed her eye and he backed up. "I meant that in a caring way!"

"You? Caring? Please." Blue snorted and Hope continued to laugh at the antics of the blasters. As they argued, Hope glanced into the woods.

I wonder where Sans is.....

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Close.....they're close by. Red and blue eyes scanned the forest below him, his legs hanging from a branch in the trees. He held his scythe, gripping it as red painted the handle. He squeezed harder, blood leaking between his fingers and dripping slowly onto the branch. Ah....there. He watched as a frantic young man ran through the woods and he landed silently behind him. Do you feel them? He wondered as the human sensed him and turned around.

"AHH!" The young man turned, swinging a fist but Sans caught it , snapping the bones with ease. The young man howled in pain, cradling his shattered wrist and stepping back, brown eyes wide. "G-get away from me you freak!" Sans didn't reply, simply moving closer as the human took off in a dead run. Lost leapt into the air, floating as he followed from the shadows.

Good....I love a good chase. He thought with a grin.  The human ran, trying to lose him in the bushes and shadows of the woods. You cannot hide from me. Your sins are thick around you.... He leapt down and landed near him as he lead him against the mountain side.

"Please don't kill me!" The young man begged. "I-I haven't-" The man tripped and began to scoot away as Sans got closer, his eyes glowing in the shadows of the woods. "Wh-what the fuck are you?!" Sans stopped briefly and adjusted his scarf, showing fangs as he spoke.

"Judgement." He said softly, his voice empty and quiet.

"No...no wait-" Sans brought his scythe across the neck of the human, severing his head with ease. He gripped his chest and looked at his LVL.

LVL 16 now. He thought. He shook his head and walked away as large, hulking figures descended upon the dead body. He passed them by as they skirted around him, fear evident in their aura's. As he walked, he then heard soft giggling and hid behind a tree. No.....she didn't..... He peeked and saw the little girl from the day before, laughing and talking to his blasters. She did. But....but why? I told her to leave...does she not know who I am? Just.....who I was? He stepped out, but remained in the shadows. So this is where you two vanished too....

"M-Master!" Blue stopped flailing, Red attached to her head. She shook him off and flew over. "Forgive us if you called! For you see-"

"This little fleshy shit bag kid showed back up and-"

"LANGUAGE RED!"

"I SAID SCREW OFF BLUE!"

SILENCE BOTH OF YOU!!!!! The blasters and Hope flinched at his commanding tone. You two know to come when called upon.

"Forgive us Master...but she-"

"Hi Sans!" Hope stood up and moved to the edge of the flower patch, smiling gently. "I uhh....was waiting for you and Red and Blue were playing with me!"

Red and....Blue? He couldn't stop himself as he glanced at the blasters in an amused manner. Heh...to be so young it seems....

"Umm....I was wondering. Do you...want any cookies?" He turned to see her holding out a bag with a blue ribbon on it, a few cookies still in the bag. "They're not warm anymore, but I thought you'd-"

No. Hope flinched a bit at his tone. I do not need them.

"B-but I-"

No. Now go home and do not return here. As Sans made to turn around Hope stomped her bare foot and puffed her cheeks.

"You can't boss me around! I'll come when I wanna!" Sans turned his head, red eye glowing angrily but she refused to flinch. "I want to get to know you better. You saved me yesterday after all...."

I saved no one. You were just here....an inconvenience. He replied and that made Hope flinch. Now leave this place.

"Ok I'll go...see you tomorrow Sans!" She turned and left, waving as she went. Sans watched her go and sighed.

"Master, this brat is going to return."

I know that. Sans glanced at Red as he sat in the flowers. Why is she so damned persistent?

"She is human Master.....are they not all like this?" Blue asked and he sighed.

True. He sighed and leapt into a tree, resting on a branch. Well I will not be held accountable for whatever happens to her.

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Hope huffed as she walked back home, cookie bag in hand. "That butthead!" She scolded the ground, kicking a pebble away gently. "Stupid skeleton.....he doesn't-"

"Well well guys...look here!" Hope looked up and held the bag closer. A small group of boys and girls, monster and human alike, surrounded her. "If it isn't the demon...."

"I-I'm not a demon!" Hope said, shaking slightly.  "Leave me alone..." As she tried to walk past, they pushed her to the ground. "Stop....please...."

"Aww, are you scared~?" One boy snatched her bag away and she struggled to get up. "Eww, more of these garbage cookies?" Before they could be crushed, a purple, cat like monster with three sets of yellow eyes appeared, knocking him to the ground.

"Vai!" Hope stood up as she grabbed her hand and ran off. "Thank you so much!"

"No problem." Hope helped her brush off her poncho and she smiled. "You ok?"

"Yup! Those bullies are so rude!" Hope turned and stuck her tongue out at the group. "So, why are you here?"

"Came to visit. Toriel said you were out." Vai said quietly and Hope giggled.

"Let's go home then!" Hope lead Vai along, unaware of red and blue eyes watching her from the edge of the forest.

Chapter 1

"....p....e....y...." A voice echoed into the darkness of his subconsciousness, urging him to stir. "H...a..."

"Ngh....." His head throbbed in pain as fingers twitched, gripping at the snow beneath him. "Ungh...my....my head...." He placed his hand against his face, trying to will the massive headache away. "Wh...where..." He slowly sat up and looked around. Soft, gray and cyan rimmed eyes glanced around at his surroundings. "Where am I?" A large, dense woods surrounded him, the ground covered in snow. Snowflakes fell serenely around him as the silence of the woods giving him an uneasy feeling deep within his Soul. "I don't recognize this place..."

"About damned time you woke up." He turned around to see whom the voice belonged to, but he didn't see anyone around. "This place isn't exactly the best spot for taking a nap."

"T...Taking a.....a what?" He rubbed his head, flinching at the pounding in his skull. "Gh....my head hurts..."

"Tell me about it. My skull's been ringing this whole time too." The other admitted. "Not to mention, things feel off."

"Off?" As he drew his hand away, he looked down at it and frowned. Slender, almost soft pale fingers met his gaze, covered by fingerless gloves and his Soul seemed to twinge in his chest. Wrong....this...this isn't right.... "I think....yeah....it's the same feeling."

"Alright...now, this seems like a really stupid question but...how much can you recall?" The voice sounded irritated but also confused. The young man scowled as he slowly stood up, legs wobbling slightly. "Not to sound like a downer and all that shit, but I can't recall much myself."

"I..." He leaned heavily against a tree, his large coat catching slightly on the bark. "I don't....I can't remember..."

"Yeah...same here. Something isn't right." His shoes crunched the snow beneath his feet, the sound filling the silence of the woods. 

"I don't remember....I think...." He rubbed his forehead again. "No. I can't remember anything."

"Well that makes two of us." The voice scoffed. The young man stopped briefly at the edge of a small pond, the water still clear and bright. He walked over and cupped his hands, taking a long sip and sighing with relief.

"That's good...." He whispered, wiping his chin off with his sleeve. He looked down at his reflection and tilted his head slightly. "I.....is that..." A youthful face stared back at him, gray eyes rimmed with cyan seeming confused. His skin was pale, but not quite white. His long, wavy silver hair had a single cyan streak down the center, some of it covering his right eye. His large coat had a furry black trim, and black marks were plain as day on his cheeks and jaw. "Me?"

"Well no shit sherlock." He turned to the side and in the reflection of the water was another version of himself, but with bright, magenta hair covering his entire right eye and black tears leaking from his eyes. His left was gray, but rimmed with bright magenta. "Well it seems you can see me here in the reflection."

"....." He gripped his head as a word seemed to rise from his muddled memories. "....Mel. You're.....Mel."

"...." The young man crossed his arms and frowned. "That...sorta sounds right." He shrugged. "Sure. We'll go with that." The young man stood up stretching slightly. "And you? Do you recall your name at all?"

"Umm...." He crossed his arms and sighed. "I-" He stopped as a loud snapping noise sounded from close by. "What was that?"

"Not sure." Mel hummed a bit. "But I think now would be a good time to run." He turned towards the snapping noise, and a pair of golden, gleaming eyes leered at him from the shadows of the trees. "Like....now!"

"Yeah....good idea." He turned around and began to run further into the woods. Loud footsteps followed, a guttural growl sending chills down his spine. As he ran, his foot caught on a root and he fell face first in the snow. "Shit!" He turned around to see his pursuer. A large, black, tar like creature loomed over him, six golden eyes looking down at him. "Wh...what....what the hell?"

"S......oU......l...." It seemed to sputter, its eyes narrowing. "W...aNt...." He felt his soul hammering in his chest, and a soft, blue glow emanated from his ribs.

What...what the hell is going on here?!

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Snow shifted off a branch as pink slippered feet landed with ease on a long, sturdy branch. "Still no signs of anyone else..." Lost whispered. As red and blue eyes scanned the tree line, he saw the trees shift suddenly and he narrowed his eyes. "One of those things again? What is it doing this time?" He leapt down, landing on the ground and barely stirring the snow beneath. He heard groaning from nearby and tilted his head. "Having issues there?"

"H-Hey! I'm just outta shape!" A head full of spiky, bright blonde hair popped up as fingerless gloved hands scrambled for the branch just underneath. A young man hauled himself up, bells jingling from the rope around his head. "I'm a wonderful athlete!"

"Tsk, oh really? And you just now remembered that I'll bet."

"How did you know?!"

"Because for the past two hours that's all you've said."

"Aww! Welp, can't blame me for trying right?" Bright green eyes seemed to glow with mischief. Lost sighed and brushed a snowy hand through messy black and white tipped strands, his eyes watching as the movement stopped. "So~?"

"It stopped..." He scowled and looked back at his companion. "Do try to keep up, oh great athlete."

"H-Hey!" He turned and began running towards the movement, stopping just before a small clearing. On the ground he saw a young man staring up at the maw of a large, black, sludge like creature.

I thought so.... Just as it came down, he rushed out at an almost blinding speed, holding his hand out. A wall of red bones formed in front of him and the other. 

"Are you alright? Can you stand?!" He grabbed the young man's sleeve and lifted him to his feet. "Can you fight?"

"I-I-I have no idea!" The young man dragged him backwards as the beast slammed a clawed hand into the ground.

"Alright, then stay there for now." He held his left hand out, taking a deep breath. 

A large, red scythe seemed to emerge from the air and he spun it slightly before gripping it tightly. "And don't get in the way." He rushed at the large, molten creature, the blade of his scythe glowing slightly as he sliced at the monster. It backed away slightly, screeching as he continued to swing at it. C'mon, where are you?!

"Oh Losty~!!!!!"

There he is. Figures. "Took you long enough!"

"The hero always arrives late!" The light voice cheered as he threw large bells down at the monster. They erupted into smoke and he landed with grace on the ground. He winked and snapped his fingers. "See?"

"Alright, you made your point." Red and blue eyes rolled as he turned to the other behind him. "We gotta get running. Follow us." The young man nodded and the three ran off into the woods. He leapt up into the trees, the young blonde haired man following. "Can you get up here?"

"I-I-" He rolled his eyes and grabbed him by his coat, nearly tossing him up onto the branch. "Hey!"

"Shh." They looked down as the creature sniffed around for them, only to walk away after a few moments. "Coast is clear Chaser?" The blonde haired young man nodded and slid down.

"Whew! Talk about a workout!" Chaser laughed. "I haven't had this much fun for as long as I can remember!"

"Which isn't far." The other mumbled. He leaned against the tree, sighing. 

"So.....you got a name?" The young man frowned. "Try to think about it. It'll pop up."

"....G....Ganz." He whispered. "I think people called me Ganz."

"Ganz? Heh, better name than Lost!" Lost scowled and threw a small branch at Chaser. "Owie!"

"It's what I got, alright? And you dodged that, so don't even act like it hit you." Chaser winked, the branch actually in his teeth. "Yeah, show off."

"So...where are you two from?" Ganz asked, swinging his legs down and hopping off the branch as the others followed.

"Great question! Neither one of us has a clue."

"He's right." Lost nodded. "We both just woke up here a couple hours ago. We were close by to one another and were attacked by one of those...things." Chaser kicked at the snow, rubbing his hands together slightly to keep warm.

"Yeah, and that's when we remembered we could use magic!" He smiled. "Like this, watch!" Chaser held his hand out and a bright, yellow ball formed in his hand. It glowed faintly before forming into a large bell. "I can make all kinds of bells! And my bell-t is super useful too!"

"He isn't lying." Lost shrugged. "So....do you have any idea how you got here Ganz?"

"No. I just woke up here and I can't recall much more than the past hour or so." He sighed and Lost nodded. He felt a dull throbbing in his right eye and groaned slightly. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing....it's just this odd ache that pops up every once and awhile." He waved it off.

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Chaser tilted his head as he watched Lost groan in pain. That's been a near constant. Pain in your eye is not normal. He thought as he hopped to a closer branch. "Is it worse Lost?"

"No luckily." He sighed. "But I have no clue why this is going on."

"Headache?" Ganz asked.

"I guess....I mean when I woke up I felt like a train hit me."

"Well....we can't stay here! We need to keep moving, right Losty~?" Lost scowled and Chaser smiled brightly. Heh, I know he hates it, but he really needs to lighten up a bit! No fun being all down all the time. He sat on the branch, leaning back and resting his back against the trunk, eyes closed and legs swinging off the sides. "So...what now, hmm? What's our game plan?"

"For now....wait." Lost shrugged. "To be honest, all three of us have next to no information."

"Then why not go and get some?" Chaser asked, fiddling with the stick. "Sitting around like this isn't going to get us moving anywhere!"

"He's right...but then again so are you Lost." Ganz said, shrugging. "We just don't have enough information, and with that.....thing roaming around, it's best we travel in a group." Chaser shrugged and laid further back, his arms ans legs swinging below him.

"Yeah...but still! I mean who knows what's out there? We've only been looking around for a couple hours at best!" Chaser grumbled. "I dunno, I just don't like-" He stopped when he thought he heard shouting. "Did...did you two hear that?" The shouting grew louder and the other two stopped chatting.

"...Yeah...." Ganz stood and easily hopped over to another tree. "So...there are more people here after all." Lost stood and gripped his head slightly, his red eye seeming to pulse with pain.

"Go....find them...." A voice rang in his head, deep and soft.

"....Go...find them?" He mumbled and shook his head. "What the hell?"

"You ok Lost?" Chaser tilted his head. "You sounded like ya were talking to yourself!"

"No...just....never mind." He sighed as the pain slowly subsided. "We need to keep going. Let's go find out who those voices belong to...and stay on guard."

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Red eyes watched as a dim orb floated in front of him. "Good....soon they'll all meet up..." He whispered, his voice deep and tired. "I really hope I made the right choices here." The orb flickered before vanishing and he was surrounded by countless stars. His soft scarf flowed gentle around him and shimmered with a multitude of colors. He held his hands out and another orb formed, showing the blurry shapes of two others. "Good...he's awake now also."

Chapter 7

Lost slowly opened his eyes, yawning as the sun hit his face. "Ngh......" He slowly sat up, wincing at the pain in his back. Shit....ow... He looked around the small hotel room, confused for a brief moment before the memories of last night flooded back into him. Xans....holy shit.... He blushed darkly and looked around for the albino, but he didn't see or hear him. "Xans? You there?"

Hearing nothing, Lost slowly got up, rubbing his arms and looking down at the floor. His tattered shirt and pants laid there, and his face turned even redder. "I...I can't believe we did that...." He looked at his arms and finally noticed he was wearing Xans's black jacket. "Why am I wearing this?" The jacket was a little baggy on his slightly thinner frame and he fiddled a bit with the leather strings. It's comfy....warm.... He inhaled, then let out a soft sigh. Smells like him too....like... He frowned a little. No. Nope. Not going there.

He took the jacket off and went to stand, only to have pain go up his spine. He hissed and sat back down. "Ow...shit...that hurt...." After taking a few moments, he stood again and made his way to the bathroom. After taking a quick, hot shower, he felt more refreshed and dried his black hair. "Ugh....what a night..."

"I will say so." Lost's red eye glowed and he spun around, holding his scythe out at the figure behind him. "Easy there Lost......I am not going to hurt you." Lost narrowed his eyes. A tall, purple monster stood before him, wearing clothes he recognized. White eyes looked down at him, sharp horns on his head. A small flower was coiled around him and Lost sneered at it. "Sorry to startle you."

"Perhaps you could've fucking knocked." He growled, still holding his weapon. Blood leaked through his fingers and dripped onto the tile floor. "Who the fuck are you? You're clearly one of the viruses."

"Ah, my name is Vasriel. I do not live with the others." He said and Lost backed up slightly.

"Oi, don't forget me, jack asssssssssssss...." The flower loomed behind Vasriel. "The name's Vlowey......bessssssssssst not forget it!"

"I don't give two shits who either of you are. Get the fuck out of here." Lost snapped. These two...they feel different from the others. Stronger....and I can sense the malice in them. Lost frowned.

"Now that is quite rude." Vasriel smirked as he moved closer. Vlowey raised vines in the air, wrapping them around Vasriel's arms gently. "And all we wanted to do was give some advice."

"Right, like I'll believe that shit." Lost spat. He made to brush past Vasriel, but the virus goat monster easily pushed him back into the bathroom. "Get the fuck out of my way."

"Why?" Vasriel smirked. "You could just kill us. I mean....your LV is quite high.....25, isn't it?" Lost's fingers twitched and he looked down. "Are we wrong?"

".....What the hell do you want?" Lost growled, glowing eyes hidden by his bangs.

"Like I said...to give some advice." He chuckled. "You truly think so badly of us?"

"I don't know you." Lost countered.

"Just like how everyone else doesn't know you? The real you?" Lost paled as Vasriel held a screen out. It showed him killing countless people, their screams echoing in his mind. "The you that you're so desperate to hide? The you that kills without mercy?" He watched as his scythe cut through people, sometimes cleanly, other times more bloody. His blasters fired and incinerated flesh from bone, dusting monsters of all sizes.

"I....I'm not like that anymore..." Lost shook his head, looking off to the side. "I haven't been in a while....I..."

"You've changed. That's what you think, isn't it?" Vasriel smirked as Lost's weapon finally vanished. "But it isn't true...and you know that." He smirked as Lost backed up further, his back hitting the sink counter. "And if they knew the truth.....where do you think you'd be now? You think Frisk would look at you with the same kindness?"

"Stop it...."

"You think Valphys would be willing to help you get home? You think Vapyrus and Vundyne would joke and laugh with you?"

"Please...stop...."

"You think Xans would waste his time on someone like you?" Lost flinched and turned away, gripping his arms tightly. "Ah....hit a sore spot, hmm?" Vasriel chuckled. "Face it. To him, you're nothing more than another fling." Lost's eyes widened as vines slowly brushed his hair from his face and a fuzzy paw pressed to his cheek. "You mean nothing to him. All he wanted out of you was your body...and even that wasn't much."

"Shut up...." Lost trembled, gripping the sink tightly. "He...I know he doesn't...see me like that but he isn't that shallow!"

"So you think. But people never change....and he is no exception." Vasriel chuckled. "Why do you think he left you here all alone?" Lost shivered as Vasriel grinned, hands placed gently on his shoulders. "I'm even willing to bet he lied about what you both did last night....and where you currently are."

"No. He isn't like that."

"Still trying so hard to cling to that delusional hope?" He smirked. A screen flashed in front of Lost, showing him Xans wandering around at night, meeting up with random people and leaving their homes at night, sometimes with a slight limp. Lost felt his chest tighten as he watched, unable to look away. "Always the same....never changing...." He then showed Lost last night, and Xans leaving him behind after waking up three hours before him. "And no one can make him change." Lost looked down and shivered, trying to hide his bare chest. "Look at yourself...."

Lost looked in the mirror, his scarred riddled chest sticking out to him the most. "Hideous. Your sins cling to your body just as dust would cling to that ghost." Lost's breath hitched and he covered his chest more. "Imagine how Xans would react if he knew the truth about you...."

"Go away!" Lost spun around, eyes glowing angrily. Vasriel backed up slightly, a grin on his face as Vlowey cackled.

"Sssssssso sssssssensssssitive~...." The flower grinned. "Do you truly think he'd care about your feelingsssssssss? I mean, he left you here all alone......and it wasssssss your firsssssssssst time assssss well...." Lost looked at the floor, shivering slightly. "You are hopelessssssssss."

"However....we are just like you."

"Huh?" Lost looked up as Vasriel stepped closer again, an almost comforting smile on his face. "What the hell do you mean by that?"

"We aren't allowed to stay there because of.....past events. They are unforgiving to those who hurt others...even if it was for the right reasons. In that regard, we are very similar, aren't we Lost?" Lost remained silent and Vasriel chuckled. "I see...you need some form of proof." He turned as Lost's cellphone went off. 

"That must be him...go ahead and answer.......and you'll see." Lost walked over and picked the phone up.

"Hello?"

"Well mornin' ta ya, sleepyhead." Xans's light, teasing tone echoed over the phone. "Hey, ya mind gettin' some groceries on yer way home? I told them that's why yer out,oh, and I left ya a little money fer a new shirt."

"You...didn't tell them we-"

"Tsk, ya honestly think I want Frisk ta hear that? She's just a kid." Lost turned to Vasriel, who just shrugged. "Also, please be careful with mah jacket....it's important to me."

"...Alright. I'll uhh...see you at the house." He heard the call hang up and he slumped.

"See? I told you so."

"Piss off...he had a very valid reason."

"Keep telling yourself that Lost." Vasriel smirked. "Well....We'll take our leave for now. But if you ever wish to talk...just come to the park alone." He smirked. 

"Also...for your safety, best not mention that we were here." Vasriel flickered and vanished, leaving Lost alone again.

Xans isn't like that.....he....he isn't...... He thought, but his chest ached even as the words entered his mind. ....Right?

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Xans hung up and sighed, running fingers through his hair. Ugh....damn. He didn't sound to happy... He thought, sitting down on the couch. "Fuck..."

"Alright Xans....what did you really do?" Sans asked, arms crossed.

"Tsk, why ya so nosy? Wish ya were there?" Xans chuckled. Sans rolled his eyes and tapped his foot. "It's none of yer business."

"True...but Lost never leaves here without telling someone. If he was grocery shopping, he'd have waited until we were awake to tell us." Xans ignored Sans, looking out the window and sighing. "Xans-"

"Whaddya want me ta say that ya can't figure out on yer fucking own?" Xans growled, his lips curled into a snarl. "Yer really pissin' me off this mornin' Sans..."

"Oh really now?" Sans frowned. "And you're being a no good, grumpy asshole. What did you-"

"We fucked, alright?" Xans sighed and rested his head on his arm, looking out the window. Sans was quiet for awhile and Xans glanced at him with his green eye. "What?"

"...You're serious right now, aren't you." When Xans didn't reply the small skeleton shook his head. "Xans-"

"I don't wanna hear yer shit."

"He isn't just a fling, you dipshit! Sure, leave those behind if you want, but this is Lost we're talking about here!" Sans snapped. "He isn't someone you can just fucking ditch! He lives here-"

"As a guest." Xans said. "This ain't his home." Xans felt a hand grab his arm tight and he glared down at the small monster. "Release m-"

"You have no right to say that. Frisk welcomed him here, same as all of us." Sans hissed through clenched teeth. "This is as much his home as ours!"

"He may be living here, but this isn't his home, and we're not his family!" Xans snapped, spinning around and holding Sans by his neck. His teal and green eyes seemed to flicker with emotions and Sans coughed, clawing at the hand squeezing him. "Get that through yer fuckin' skull, you idiot!" Sans struggled more as he was lifted off the ground, Xans baring his teeth in anger. "He ain't fucking staying here! This-" Blue magic surrounded him and he was tossed aside, releasing Sans as he hit the floor. "Fuck!"

"What the hell is your problem?" Xans looked up to see Lost walking over, his blue eye and left hand glowing. He knelt next to Sans as he coughed, rubbing his neck. "You alright?"

"I-I'm fine Lost....thanks." He said softly, standing up. Lost walked over to Xans and held a hand out. Xans looked at it before slapping it aside, getting up on his own.

"What were you doing?" Lost asked. The groceries were sitting on the counter, and Xans could see his jacket still on Lost, hugging his frame slightly.

"....Nothin'. Just a family squabble, that's all."

"Family squabbles don't usually result in you nearly choking someone to death." Lost narrowed his eyes.

"And what the fuck would ya know about our family fights?" Lost's eyes widened a little, and for a moment, Xans's stomach churned painfully at the slightly hurt look Lost's eyes held. "Ya haven't been 'ere long enough to know jack shit."

"I-"

"Yer an outsider that got stuck 'ere." Xans continued, despite his own Soul panging hard in his chest. He walked forward, jabbing his finger into his chest. "Ya don't know anything about me."

"...I never said you." Lost said softly, his red and blue eyes flickering with hurt and uncertainty. Xans's eyes widened and he scoffed, backing away. His form flickered, as if to teleport, but it ended abruptly and he wobbled on his bare feet. "Xans?"

"Wh...what the....the fu...." He felt light headed, and the world tilted in his vision. The last thing he felt was arms wrapping around him as the world blackened.

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When Xans opened his eyes, he could hear voices from near the entrance to Frisk's room. "He isn't going to like this...." Valphys sighed, rubbing the back of her head.

"Well tough shit." Vundyne piped in. Xans slowly sat up, rubbing his head as it pounded slightly. The two turned to him as he sighed. "Ah, he's awake. Good evening, ya dumb fuck."

"Evening? How long was I out?"

"Several hours. It's 7 in the evening now Xans." Valphys said, pulling a screen up. "Vundyne, go let them know he's awake...that way Frisk and Sans will eat something." Vundyne walked off as the doctor sat down next to Xans. "So....I'm just going to say it. You're losing your magic."

"I...I what?" Xans laughed, shaking his head. "That's fucking stupid. I'm not-"

"She isn't lying." Xans looked up to see Lost standing next to him. He was in the corner of the room, arms crossed in front of his plain red t-shirt, blue jeans hugging his legs perfectly that made Xans's gaze linger on them. "I've been losing it to."

"Then how come ya haven't passed out, eh?" Xans scowled.

"Because unlike you, he doesn't use his magic at a constant rate. Your screens, teleporting...even your tail is a constant use of magic." Valphys explained. "I've been monitoring you since you appeared here as a human, and I would have more evidence earlier if it wasn't for the 'other distraction'....." She growled slightly, glancing at the young man in the corner. Lost shrugged, his face showing indifference. "Regardless, you need to cut back on using it."

"Or what?"

"You'll lose it all and be stuck a human." Xans's eyes widened as Valphys left, his gaze then turning to Lost.

"Not surprising. Humans in this world don't have magic, so it'd make sense we'd lose our powers." Lost said. Xans huffed and looked away, irritated. "It isn't that big of a deal."

"Maybe ta you, it ain't." Xans grumbled. He sighed and rubbed his neck. "Ugh...look....sorry." Lost raised a pale brow in confusion. "I uhh....prolly should've at least left a note or something...ya know, explaining why I left."

"Or you could have stayed." Lost scowled. "Look, it's fine, alright?" Xans frowned as Lost rubbed his upper arms slightly. "I get it. You're right. This isn't my home....I'm lucky Frisk has been kind enough to let me stay." He sighed and went to say more when Frisk burst in, tackling Xans in bed.

"W-Woah kiddo-"

"You're ok! Thank goodness....I was so worried Xans!" Sans walked in also, the small doll of Chara floating in only to be slapped aside by Vapyrus, who also hugged Xans on the bed. "You just....you collapsed and-"

"Heh, I'm fine kiddo. Guess I was bone tired."

"Xans! That joke is old and no longer counts!"

"Well, tibia honest, I'm just out of new material." Sans snickered as Vapyrus screamed at him. He turned as everyone chatted, and his gaze caught Lost's. Lost's eyes seemed to hold a deep sadness to them as he watched them all.  Xans watched as he quietly slipped out of the room, with no one the wiser. Lost......shit.

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Vasriel watched from a distance away, smirking as Xans left the house at night. "Typical. He never truly learns...."

"Can we follow him?" Vlowey asked with a twisted grin on his face. "I wanna sssssssssssee what he'sssssssssssss up to."

"It doesn't take a genius to figure that out, Vlowey." Vasriel shrugged. "Besides....he isn't the one we're focused on right now." He held a hand out, watching it flicker and glitch out slightly. "He won't ever let his guard down. But...." He turned around to the park, seeing Lost sitting once again at the lakeside. He looked lonely, the dim moonlight shimmering on the lake in front of him. "He will. With time and patience."

"Time is sssssssssssssomething we do not have Vasssssssriel!" Vlowey snapped. "We sssssssssssssshould find a way to sssssssspeed thingssssssss along!" Vasriel moved in closer to Lost, a grin on his face. "What do you have in mind?"

Who We Are

Hope hummed as she sewed with Template, sitting on her large, flower printed bed. Template had turned around, so he wasn't really helping so much as just being there. It's ok Template...it's just a toy.....it isn't actually anyone....just a toy....

"Template?" He turned to see Hope had hidden the plushie she was working on so he'd be more comfortable. "You...you don't have to stay if you don't want to.....you can go..."

"H-Heh, why would I do that? It doesn't bother me! Not at all! Nope! Nu-uh!" Template shook his head rapidly and gave her a big smile. Play it cool....c'mon! She was lonely today with everyone gone, so you gotta be a hero!  Hope smiled and walked over to where he sat on the floor, legs and arms crossed. "Not at all scared!"

"Template...." He looked at Hope's soft eyes and he relaxed a little, despite her closeness. "Wanna go downstairs and make muffins? We can sew later!"

"No! Uh, you're fine Hope, I promise." Hope tilted her head and he gave her a reassuring smile. "Y-You know what? I'll go downstairs and get some cookies, and you keep sewing!" Hope reached out for Template but he left quickly, hurrying down the stairs. Real smooth Template....really smooth. He stood in the kitchen for awhile, gripping the sink with his hands. "It's ok Template...it's just for a few hours....not to mention Pale is occupied with....with....whatever." He took a few deep, shaky breaths before reaching into the cupboard and grabbing a small bag of homemade cookies. Hope sure does love cooking....why couldn't we have done this instead? He shook his head and puffed his cheeks up. No! Bad Template! No bad thoughts! It's just a toy! She wanted to make you and Pale presents, and you're gonna let her! And you'll accept it no matter what! Yeah! He turned around when he heard small footsteps behind him and saw Hope standing there. "Uhh...you ok?"

"Do you...wanna bake something?" Hope shifted anxiously on her bare feet. "I don't know why it's making you so anxious, but-"

"I-I'm not anxious!" Template said, rubbing the back of his head. "I-I just....I'm excited!"

"But you were shaking-"

"With anticipation!" He puffed his chest out and beat it gently. "C'mon, let's eat these cookies and keep going! I'll even help you this time!"

"You will?!" Template stopped when he realized what he said, but the bright, hopeful eyes of the little girl in front of him had him sweating.

"Y-Yeah! Certainly!" Hope's eyes sparkled and Template chuckled nervously. Oh pencils....what did I just agree to?

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Template sat across from Hope on the bed, trying his hardest to remain still. It's just a toy...it's just a toy.....it's just a toy.... He repeated the words in his head like a holy mantra. Hope gave him a worried look and he smiled. "I-I'm perfectly fine!"

"Are you sure? It's ok if you're nervous. Sewing is easy!" Hope smiled brightly. That's not the reason I'm anxious at all but....sure. "I-I know! It's just another form of creating something! I'm an absolute pro!"

"Wow, really?!" Hope's eyes seemed to sparkle ash he winked and smiled.

"Indeed! What kinda hero would I be if I can't sew my own stuff?" Hope's smile grew as Template laughed.

"Can I see you do it?" Template looked at her and rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Pretty please?"

"U-Uhh....well...." Template could feel beads of sweat beginning to drip down his face. "M-Maybe later!"

"Aww...." Template sighed a little and he watched Hope turn around to reach behind her. He saw small, yellow button eyes on a black, round skull like shape and his eyes seemed to shrink.

No....nonononononononono...... Hope noticed him suddenly seeming frozen and she touched his hand gently.

"Template?"

Oh no....no no.....i...it isn't....no....

"Template, are you-" She went to hold his hand when he yanked it away almost violently. He climbed off the bed and Hope quickly followed. "Template what's wrong? Are you ok?" Hope moved forward and Template stumbled backwards. 

He looked down at her and briefly, his vision darkened, showing a small, doll like version of the little girl reaching for him. "Are you hurt? Maybe I can help..." The voice warped and twisted, sounding sinister in his slowly panicking mind. Her fingers seemed to split at the seams as she reached for him, pealing away to show bloody strings and cotton.

"No...no...."

"Template-"

"Stop!" Template stumbled on a yarn blanket and fell over, dragging a small photo down off of Hope's dresser. He tried to catch it, but the photo hit the ground and shattered, and he fell the rest of the way, his hand being sliced by the glass. "O-Ow..."

"Oh, oh no!" Hope slid down in front of Template. "I'm so sorry Template! Are you hurt?" She asked, reaching for his hand. She stopped when she noticed his glove had torn from the palm to his index finger. "Oh....I...I can fix this! Ok?" She blinked and noticed Template staring at his hand, his face blank. "Tem...plate?"

"Heh....h-heh heh.....yellow...so...so bright...." Template let out a slight, unhinged giggle that had Hope shivering slightly. "Heh...heh heh..." Hope went to cover his hand when he snapped and slapped her hand away harshly. "St...stay....away...."

"But Template, you're-"

"Get away from me....don't....don't....." He stood shakily, holding his hand close to his chest. "Don't look at it....at me...don't...." Hope stood and went to reach for him when sharp bones pierced the floor right in front of her. She watched as Template's form seemed to flicker and waver more and more as his breathing grew harsher. "St....stay back....."

"T-" She moved around the bones and Template ran out of the room. 

"Template!!!!" Hope ran after him, following outside as rain began to pound the area around them, wind howling and whipping Hope's hair across her face. 

"Template?!" She called out and ran off the porch. "TEMPLATE!!!!!!!!!" Her tear stricken face was illuminated by lightning, and her voice drowned out by a loud peal of thunder. "Template....what happened?" Hope ran inside and grabbed her sky blue rain coat and slipped on some red rainboots. She ran back outside into the howling weather, and as lightning lit the sky up, she saw shoe prints in the mud. Template! She zipped her coat up and began to run into the woods. Hold on...I'm coming!

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Template ran blindly into the dark woods his vision blurring as he moved. No...no no! I'm not...that's not me! I'm not-

Not what? He flinched as a version of himself seemed to appear before him, strings covering his ungloved hands and two around his neck. Not a glitch? An....error? Ha! You're delusional regardless if you think you can change this!

"No!" Template shouted , his body soaked with rain as the weather roared around him.

Keep telling yourself that....little broken one. The flickering version of himself leaned in, grin stretching impossibly wide on his face. Blood seemed to leak from his eye sockets, his glasses cracked as he cackled. Face it! We're just useless scrap! We're nothing more than a glitching mess, waiting to fall apart!

"NO!!! STOP IT!!!!" Template screamed louder and swung his pencil at the macabre version of himself. Eyes closed, he swung around blindly as the voice cackled, sounding more like static than an actual voice. "I'M NOT LIKE THAT!!!! I'M NOT!!!!"

If you weren't...you wouldn't have attacker her, now would you? Template stopped, his chest heaving from his swinging. That's right....you attacker her...could've skewered her. Then she would've been limp....like a little ragdoll. Template's eyes seemed to dim as he let his pencil drop to the ground, shivering. See? We're not that different.....are we?

"I...I didn't....no she's fine....she..." Template gripped his arms as the rain drenched him, making him seem small. "No...no...."

Yes, yes yes! He flinched as the figure touched him, ghostly fingers around his neck. C'mon now Template.....no need to be in denial like this. Template's limbs slowly stopped shivering as a hand covered his eyes next, the voice close. Let me have a little fun, hmm~? Together....

"T...ogether?"

We could protect others, I won't erase anything...promise. Template flinched when a loud roar snapped him out of the voice's trance and light seemed to return to his eyes.

"Oh no...this....oh crayons..." He looked around and picked his pencil up, shaking. "This is bad...the woods...how...when did I get here?" He tried hard to peer into the darkness, but the moment the woods lit up with a flash of lightning, he saw three pairs of eyes watching him. "Oh no...no!" He turned and stumbled blindly into the woods, shaking and panting as growls and roars followed him. I gotta get out of here! He tried to focus on making a screen, but panic began to grip his mind again as his focus shook.

His foot caught on a root and he yelled as he tumbled down a slope in the woods, screaming as he landed on his left arm with a loud snap. He hit the ground hard, cradling his broken arm to his chest and sobbing. Someone....please.....no..... He opened his eyes as hot breath fanned him and in the corner of his vision, he saw something shimmer. Blue...flowers....this place..... He covered his head as red suddenly enveloped his vision and he could hear the wailing cries of the amalgamates around him. They screeched as the sound of flesh being cleaved filled his head and he whimpered. When all was silent, he slowly sat up, looking around.

Piles of dust laid around him, blood tainting the wood of the trees. He looked up to see a familiar shape standing not to far away, the red glow illuminating his dust covered slippers. "S......Sans....."

"Why are you out here?" Template flinched as Sans's cold voice cut through the thunder around them. The rain was falling lightly now, the storm finally moving on past the mountain. "Weren't you supposed to be watching Hope tonight while my brother is out of town?"

"I...I was! I mean, I am!" Template said as he stood, his broken arm being held tenderly to his chest. "I was just...o-out for exercise!"

"Excersice.....in the middle of a thunderstorm." Sans's gaze seemed to go right through him, seeing into his Soul. "You are a piss poor liar Template....especially when you were screaming."

"Those were battle cries!"

"They were 'cries', certainly." Sans walked to him and his red and blue eyes were lit with anger. "I told you to watch her...protect her. And this is how you act?!"

"You don't know what happened..."

"Enlighten me then."

"It's not your business."

"It is when you come into my world and start raising hell!" Sans's voice echoed around Template and he flinched. "I warned you. Now tell me what the fuck is going on with you!" Template let out a shaky breath and Sans backed up, shaking his head. "Whatever issues you have, put them aside for a moment and think. You left Hope at the house...alone."

"She...she was fine....I didn't hurt her....." Sans growled a little and Template flinched again. "I-I didn't do anything!"

"Then why did you run out like that?!"

"I didn't-"

"Why were you screaming?!"

"I was-"

"Why were you-"

"BECAUSE I WAS AFRAID!!!!!" Template shouted, his voice sounding haunted as it reverberated around them. "I...I was....afraid...." Sans sighed and shook his head as Template gripped his arm tightly, the pain making him wince.

".....Good. You admitted it." Template's eyes widened as he looked at Sans. His whole stance seemed more relaxed now. "The first step in overcoming what you dread is to admit you're afraid Template. It's a sign."

"A....sign?"

"That you're changing...for the better." Template raised a brow in question but Sans didn't explain any further. "Blue told me she found Hope wandering around, looking for you. she'll be here soon."

She...she will? Oh pen and paper....oh what am I going to do?! Template began to fidget where he stood, eyes darting around. Sans watched him and let out a quiet chuckle. "What's so funny?!"

"You. Listen, I don't know why you were afraid, but you should know full well by now that Hope will never hate you."

Yeah...but.... He looked at his broken arm, and the cut glove attached to his limp hand. Seeing his hand made him shiver and he looked away. She doesn't know who I....no! I'm not....like him! Never! I...

Not like Error? Template's eyes widened as the figure of himself from before floated in the darkness, away from him and Sans. Heh, what a damned joke. Face it Template....we are like him. Template continued to stare, Sans giving him an odd look but remained silent. No one will accept you once they know that one, unavoidable truth....except me. I'm always here for you....Just me. A hand reached out from the darkness of the woods, blue strings tipped with dripping, crimson blood tied around his wrist and yellow fingers. Come to me.

I....I.... Template blinked as Hope walked through the figure, Blue floating at her side.

"T...Template?" Her blue and red eyes filled with relief as she ran up to him, sobbing. "Oh Template! I....I was so scared! You ran off and...and it was so dark but I tried to find you and....and..."

"Little one, please calm down." Blue chuckled. "He's right here." Template looked down at the trembling girl and guilt filled his Soul as she looked at him. Stars.....I... "I'm sorry." He whispered brokenly. He watched Hope's face flicker with different emotions before she ran up and hugged him, burying her face against his shirt. He stiffened, but the moment he felt hot tears against his shirt he relaxed. It's just Hope...let...let her have this.

"Template.....I was so scared....you fell and...and....don't ever run away again!" She pouted. He gave her a nervous chuckle and she backed up, huffing.

"Sorry Hope. I just...needed the fresh air." She gave him a doubtful look and he sighed. "I really am sorry. I didn't....hurt you, did I?" Hope shook her head and he slumped into the wet flowers. "Thank stars...."

"Template.....your arm..." He looked at the fractured limb and winced a bit. "Does...does it hurt?"

"No-not at all! I'm a hero, I can handle something like this easi-ow..." He began to wave his arms around, but the moment he moved his left arm he felt pain shoot up the limb and he stopped abruptly. Hope looked at the limb, and then at Sans.

"Do what you think is right Hope...." Hope looked into Template's yellow and red eyes and Template felt his Soul seize up.

Her eyes..... He could see something reflected in them, something that made him want to hold her close to him. She's....truly afraid. Terrified....but not of me. Then...what? She looked at his arm and took a deep breath. "Hope? What-"

"Can...you hold your arm out?"

"Huh?"

"Your arm....please? I can...take your hurt away." Her voice trembled with unbridled fear and for a moment, he wanted to tell her no. But the determination shimmering with the fear had him holding his broken limb out. "I...I just...want you to know...I'll miss you..."

"Huh? You'll miss me?" Hope held her hands out and Template watched with awe as her blonde hair held a golden glow to it, floating slightly as if a breeze was passing through. He felt magic flowing from her hands and he watched as his arm slowly mended, the gold light filling in the cracks. "H...holy.....holy canvases......" The moment the light faded, his arm was good as new. "There isn't any pain at all!" He moved it with ease and he heard Hope let out a small laugh. "That was awesome! Th-" He watched as Hope cradled her left arm, and his eyes shifted as blood dripped from her palm to the flowers below. "Hope?" She wobbled where she sat and began to tip over, but Template caught her in time. "Hope?!"

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Template carried her back quietly, his eyes trained on the small, shivering child in his arms. She....she did all of that...for me? He thought, his mind rewinding back to his conversation with Sans.

Earlier.....

"So she healed you." Template held the unconscious girl close, being careful with her injured arm.

"What do you mean?! Her arm's broken! I did-"

"No, that was not caused by you. At least, not directly." Sans explained. "Hope has the ability to heal nearly any injury....at the cost of her own body. So she transferred your injury to herself."

"Is she...a mage?"

"No." Sans shook his head. "She is not treated well by all the humans in the village, even most monsters shun her. Sick, an orphan...and a human with magic." Sans's gaze softened at the child in the black skeleton's arms. "She is very much alone. Loved by few, hated and feared by many more. And with her magic....there is no other human alive who has it. Humans have a word for what she is. Empath."

"Empath..." Template frowned and looked at her, the little girl's face scrunched in pain as she rested. "But it hurts her! Why in the world would she do this?!"

"Why do you play a hero?" Template flinched and looked away. "You two are very similar." Sans walked alongside him as they moved silently through the rain soaked woods.

"Earlier...when she said she'd miss me...what did she mean?"

"That is not for me to say." Template huffed and looked to the side. "You can ask her when she wakes up."

Present....

Template took Hope's soaking coat and boots off before taking her to her room. He placed her in her bed, covering her gently and adjusting her so her injured arm wouldn't be bothered. He said it'll heal in a few hours....but still... He watched her snuggle up and sigh sleepily. He turned around and began to pick the mess he made up. His mind wandered as he moved slowly, listening to Hope's quiet breathing. He stopped when he picked the broken glass and frame up, recognizing the picture on the floor. Her Uncle took this picture when we visited a few weeks ago... He thought. The picture had Hope between the two skeletons, Template winking at the camera and Pale staring blankly at the sparkler in his hand. Hope had two sparklers in hers, her eyes wide and filled with happiness, and Template was waving his around in an attempt to write his name.

He chuckled at the memory and pulled his pencil back out. He summoned a screen and began to draw a new picture frame on it, then grabbed the picture on the screen. As he pulled back, the frame left the screen and he smiled. The new frame was colorful and had small, sparkler like patterns on the corners. Perfect! He slipped the picture inside and set it back on the dresser. She'll love this! As he turned back around, he noticed Hope sitting up. "Oh! You're awake!"

"Template?" Hope was still holding her broken arm and he walked over to her, sitting on the edge of the bed. "You...you're....still here?" She looked nervous, scooting closer to the window next to her bed.

"Of course I am! A hero doesn't leave an innocent person behind!" Template pounded his chest proudly. He watched as she curled up and looked out the window. "Besides, I also promised to watch over you tonight! I'd be a really bad hero if I broke that promise."

"Y-yeah...." Template frowned as Hope looked down. Her voice was filled with a sadness he didn't even think she was capable of. "But you'll....leave after right?"

"Well, yeah...I need to go home and...relax a bit." Hope whimpered and he smiled a little. "But I'll come back again. I'm not gonna just leave you here." She turned to him, her eyes wide and filled with unshed tears. "You...you don't....hate me?"

"I should be asking you that. After all...I attacked you and-" He shook his head and gripped the blankets tight. "I'm sorry....I really....really am."

"You didn't mean it Template! You were scared, that's all!" Hope said and she placed a hand over his. He flinched a bit, but didn't move away. "I....I just thought....after I healed you...."

"You think I'd leave because of that? I've seen far crazier things in other worlds!" Template laughed. "It'd take more than that to keep me away Hope!" He ruffled her hair playfully and she giggled.

"Oh! I wanna finish your present before-" She reached out, but pain shot through her left arm and she whimpered. "I...I want to finish it...." Template looked at her limp hand, and then at his own with the torn glove. His yellow fingers twitched as he looked at them, but Hope quickly covered them. "Template..."

"I-I'll....h-help you finish." He said shakily. "I-I mean....if it means a lot-"

"But it's a present for you!" Hope frowned, looking down. "I have an idea!" She took her scarf off and handed it to him. "Tie it around your eyes!"

"H-Huh?"

"So you won't see the present! I can guide your hand where it needs to be while I sew!" She explained with a smile. "Teamwork, right?" Template looked down at her blue scarf, then at her again. "I promise you'll be ok. I'll stay right here and guide you." Template took a deep, shaky breath.

It's for her...you owe her...besides she said she'll be right here! He took his glasses off, then carefully tied the scarf around his eyes, completely blocking his sight. "Alright...." Hope gently took his hand and he could feel her shifting and moving.

"Ok....just hold here...." She guided his hand along and he could feel the soft fabric beneath his finger tips.

It feels so soft....He thought. His quick breathing slowed down as Hope guided his hand, helping him occasionally make a stitch here and there. It's ok Template....it's ok....

"It's ok Template." Hope's words echoed his own thoughts as they worked together in a quiet harmony. They continued on a little longer when Hope let him go. She removed his glove, causing his breathing to go faster. "It'll be ok. Just give me a few moments..." Just a few moments later  she slipped it back on, and Template blinked behind the scarf.

I...don't feel anymore holes...

"Done!" He untied the scarf and looked down at the shape in his hands. "Do...you like it?" In Template's hands was a small, hand knit plushie of Hope. It had large, blue and red button eyes and a small blue dress made of silk. It had a smaller blue bow in it's long, yarn hair and a long scarf wrapped around its neck, made of yarn. Template looked at it, tears pricking his eyes as he stared. The left hand was slightly off on a few stitches, the ones she had guided him on. He looked at his glove to see small, little black and red stitches going across the torn parts.

"This....this...." He continued to look at the doll, and for once, it wasn't fear he felt when he saw it. She put so much time and heart into this...and... "Why.....make this for me?" Hope looked away as he turned to her. "Hope?"

"I...I know....someday I....I may not be here when you visit....you know? So I...I wanted you to have a small version of me! In case you get lonely!" Template looked back down at the doll again.

She may not.....oh....right. She's sick.... The thought of visiting and not seeing her bright smile there made his soul clench almost painfully and he hugged the small toy close. How...how can she be so....brave?

"Template are you ok? You're shaking...."

Why is she thinking about me when at any time....in this world where there is no Reset.....He continued to stare at the toy. I'm used to seeing others...go....and this isn't my home. So why...does this hurt so much? He felt something lean heavily against him and he turned, seeing Hope had fallen asleep. Worn out..... 

Chapter 4

"And over there is the mall!" Frisk pointed, holding both Lost and Xans's hands as they crossed the street. She watched as Lost's gaze followed the skyline, his eyes alight with awe. "Do you like it?"

"I....haven't really been in a city before." Lost mumbled.

"So yer a country hick?" Lost glared as Xans grinned. "Good. I like boys that know how to play 'dirty'."

"Xans, c'mon! You promised no dirty jokes!"

"Fine kiddo, I'll keep it 'clean.'." Lost rolled his eyes and Frisk giggled a little at his jokes. " Ya really need ta loosen up a bit Lost."

"No thanks." Frisk sighed and rubbed her forehead as she grabbed Lost's hand. 

"Wha-"

"This way! There's a clothes store I want to take you both to!" Lost looked at Xans helplessly as he was dragged and Xans just gave him a big, toothy grin. 

"Oh no you don't Xans!" Xans blinked as Frisk stalked back to him, dragging Lost along like a ragdoll and grabbing his hood.

"H-Hey now! Easy Frisk!" Xans complained as he fell in line next to the other albino, both at the mercy of the young child. "Aww c'mon~ Frisk! I like mah clothes!"

"Well you need new ones."

"But-"

"No complaining Xans."

"Listen, I-"

"Same for you Lost!" Both boys groaned as Frisk dragged them into the store.

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"Are you really sure these will look good?" Lost asked from behind a dressing room door. Xans was in a door next door, humming to himself.

"Absolutely!" Frisk giggled, sitting outside on a bench. "Trust me!"

"But...Xans is the one who picked some of these clothes..."

"Well, trust me anyways!" Lost sighed and opened the door slightly, peeking his head out. "C'mon Lost! I wanna see!"

"Alright..." Lost walked out, glancing around. He stepped out slowly and shut the door, standing there with his hands shoved into pockets. "S-So?" He was wearing long, tight blue denim jeans, small tears here and there. On his feet were a pair of black slip on shoes, his white socks just barely visible. He had a baggy red and black striped t-shirt on underneath a leather, button up jacket. 

"Uhh....I still don't really think this suits me..."

"I think you look good Lost." Frisk smiled and circled him a bit. "Everything fits you just right!"

"Mmmmhmmm~....not arguin' there." Lost turned and blinked as he stared at the albino across from him. Xans stood there with a black coat, leather straps and buckles undone to show his black tank top underneath it. There were holes in the shoulders, showing off his pale skin as he shrugged. He had long, baggy black pants on with chains looping behind them and silver studs dotting the seams. He had on his black sandals and he crossed his arms, leaning against the wall. "Yer starin' Lost. See somethin' ya like?"

"I-I...I-"

"Wow, speechless too? Must be doin' somethin' right...." Xans licked his lips and he grinned as Lost turned away, his face red. Embarrassment? Or perhaps.... He stopped as he caught a brief whiff of something sweet and dark and his grin widened. Ah...I see. Tsk tsk tsk....

"So you both like your clothes? Get changed while I go pay for them! I'll wait in the food court!" Lost nodded and turned around, heading back into the room. He took the clothes off and he handed them to Frisk after changing, smiling.

"Thank you Frisk." He said. Xans walked out and handed her his new clothes as well. The moment Frisk left, Lost sighed softly. "I feel bad making her-" A hand suddenly wrapped around his throat and he felt himself being slammed into the room he had come out of. "Wh-X-Xans!"

"Heh....ya think I didn't smell that?" Lost's eyes widened as Xans's tail locked the door, then moved to hold his wrists above him. "I didn't know black and silver could turn ya on..."

"I-I don't know what you're talking about. Unhand me!" Lost struggled, but the tail tightened around his wrists and her growled, his lips curling into a sneer and showing off his fangs. "I swear Xans, I'll-"

"Aww, c'mon Lost~...." Xans moved in close, his tongue licking his lips and moving close to Lost's own lips. "I told ya....ya need to loosen up a bit..." Xans shifted closer, his tongue flicking out and licking his ear. Lost's breath hitched and he glared at the young man, eyes glowing. "Sensitive eh?"

"Let me go Xans...." Lost growled and Xans felt his spine shiver.

"Ooooooh~ that one felt nice..." Xans chuckled. His hands trailed down to Lost's basketball shorts and he palmed the front of it with a grin. "Yer hard too....tsk tsk. Do ya have any shame at all?"

"Ngh! L-Le-ah?!" Xans squeezed him and he jerked suddenly. "Wh-What was-"

"Ya see...as humans we're a little more sensitive. We get turned on by all kinds of things." Xans explained. "Lemme show ya...." He slipped his hands slowly down Lost's pants and the teen gasped and wiggled from the gentle, teasing strokes Xans's cold fingers caused along his member. "Heh....ya see?"

"St-Stop i-ahung......" Lost writhed slightly as Xans leaned in to nibble on his neck, his hand stroking his hard on. "G-Gh....Xans....wh-why are...."

"Why am I doing this?" The slang dropped from his voice and Lost gasped as his hot breath tickled his neck. "Because I want to....and it seems your body wants to, as well." He slid Lost's pants down and knelt in front of him. He looked at Lost's half lidded eyes, watching him pant. "I remember the first time I began to feel that...." He moved closer to Lost's straining member, flicking his tongue out as pre-cum beaded at the tip. Lost let out soft, breathy moans as his wrists were released and hands tugged at Xans's hair.

"St-Sto-hngh...."

"The feeling...it was so overwhelming." He continued, tongue trailing the hot skin. "Every part of me felt like it was burning.....a sweet, scorching, seductive heat..." Hands gripped his white hair harder as his mouth inched closer. "It consumed me....devoured my very Soul." He gave Lost one more glance. "It took over....and it was bliss." He slipped his mouth around Lost's member and he grinned as he heard Lost whine and moan.  He slid on him further, his cold hand reaching up to fondle Lost's sac.  Lost gasped loudly, his limbs trembling from his overstimulated nerves.

Xans continued to suck on him, enjoying the slight, salty taste coating his tongue from Lost's pre-cum. Mmm....better than what I expected....He thought as his teeth grazed the sensitive skin, making Lost moan more.

"X-Xans.....ngh....I-I.....ungh...." Lost's face was shaded crimson as his mouth opened in closed in soft pants. Drool slid down his chin as his eyes rolled back. He felt like his entire body was on fire as Xans's sinful mouth moved up and down his shaft. "G-Gh....please....."

"Mmmh?" The hum around his member made Lost groan louder as his knees shook. Xans slid off of him slowly, saliva linking his mouth to Lost's straining member. "What do ya want?"

"G-Gh...uh....I-I.....uhn...."

Heh...he can't even talk straight....must really be outta it.... He thought and latched back onto him, hollowing his cheeks and sucking. Lost let out one more loud moan of Xans's name before cum filled his mouth. Xans swallowed it all, reveling in the taste. He licked everything up and moved away from Lost. Lost's legs buckled and Xans caught him, looking at his face.

Lost's eyes had fallen shut, his forehead covered in sweat. Passed out hmm? He smirked and helped pull Lost's pants back on. "Not a surprise...happened ta me too." He carefully lifted Lost into his arms, feeling the young man slide easily against his chest. "Yer gonna be a hell of a lotta fun...." He left the fitting room only to see a store employee staring at him. "Heh, it was on our bucket list." He walked past the poor, stunned woman with a big, toothy grin. The woman watched and just shook his head.

"It's days like these that make this job never boring...."

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"I can't believe he just fell asleep like that!" Frisk pouted as she put the clothes in the washer. "I mean, we were having fun, right?"

"Of course we were kiddo." Xans ruffled her hair playfully. Lost was still asleep, Xans having placed him on the couch. "But he hasn't exactly been human for very long."

"Funny, his sudden exhaustion seems to be fro-" Xans covered Valphys's mouth and the yellow monster struggled, glaring angrily at Xans.

"Anyways, thanks for buying those clothes Frisk." Xans said with a smile. "When Lost wakes up, I'm sure he'll thank ya too."

"Hee hee, no problem at all!" Frisk ran off, carrying Chara's doll and Xans released Valphys's mouth.

"Ya really need to learn what to say and what not ta say with a kid around doc."

"And you need to learn some decency! There is a time and place for everything Xans!" Valphys hissed at him angrily.

"Yeah, and that was the perfect place and the right time for a good bj." Valphys threw her arms in the air, exasperated. "Sides, it was kinda one sided....I need a little care myself."

"You still have an erection?!"

"What can I say? It was a gorgeous sight."

"Oh my fucking stars Xans!" Valphys snapped. "Listen. You're human now! You can't just do whatever you goddamned please!" Xans turned around, his teal eye giving off an eerie glow.

"And ya can't tell me what the fuck ta do Valphys." His voice was low and threatening. "I'll do whoever, and whatever I wan'." He brushed past her and smirked. "Now if y'all excuse me...." He walked into the bathroom and locked the door. He slid down the porcelain, tile wall and rubbed his forehead. "Fuck me....that was a rather interesting sight..." He mumbled, looking at the tent in his pants. "I'm surprised he didn't wake up with this pressing against him...."

Xans pulled his own pants and boxers down, looking at his straining member. "Heh.....his little noises of restraint were a nice change too..." He gripped the base of his member and closed his eyes. I wonder how he'd feel....compared to my skin he's warm.....soft.....smooth..... He could picture Lost's heated red and blue eyes as he stroked himself, the feeling of his fingers tugging on his white hair. Xans felt pressure building inside him, his gut coiling as he imagined Lost's hands touching his arms and chest, his soft moans still present in his mind.

He came hard into his hand, groaning as he slid against the wall and panted. Shit......I haven't come that hard....well ever. He thought with a satisfied grin. May have to do that to him more often.... He wiped himself down with toilet paper and washed his hands.  As he left, he saw Lost sitting up and talking to Vapyrus and Vundyne. As the young man turned his way, his face turned beet red and he looked away, wringing his hands anxiously. Aww, he's so bashful~....

"Xans!" Vapyrus smiled brightly at his brother as Xans sat with them on the couch, right next to Lost. "Lost was telling us about your shopping trip!"

"Oh he was, was he~?" Xans grinned and placed a hand gently on the young man's knee, making Lost jerk slightly. "I'll bet he said it was a ful'filling' experience..."

"Hah! His face is so red!" Vundyne chuckled. "What did ya do to him Xans?"

"Oh, well-" Lost covered his mouth and he cackled behind it.

"Aww I wanna know!"

"N-No Vapyrus. It uhh....wasn't exciting." Lost mumbled. The two virus's huffed as Lost uncovered his mouth and sighed. "I....just got exhausted. It's been a long two days."

"Very true! It isn't every day you see a skeleton suddenly get all...fleshy." He pointed out. Lost huffed and walked out, Xans following him.

"Heh, don't tell me yer gonna be a prude all of a sudden." Lost stopped as they stepped into the yard, his fists clenched. "What's the matter, eh?"

"Why....why did you do that?" Lost asked, his voice shaking. Xans tilted his head as the young albino looked at him, his red eye glowing slightly. "Why did you....you....."

"Suck ya off?" He chuckled. "I wanted to. Besides....ya had a rather sweet scent...yer lust was....interesting."

"Ugh, don't remind me." He rolled his eyes. "I suppose I should thank you...even if it was against my will." He admitted. "It was....odd." Xans watched Lost shift anxiously in his slippers. "But......don't do that again. Please."