#lostsans

Chapter 5

Lost scowled angrily at G as he moved slid a hand around his neck, tightening it slowly. "Fuck you! I'm not just some toy you can-" He felt something press against his member and his eyes widened. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

"Proving to ya that yer not in charge here...." G smiled. "Besides...only a fucking moron will mess with a human that smells like a Boss Monster." Lost's eyes narrowed and G sighed. "Look, little lamb. Down here, ya kill or get killed. As a human, yer already on everyone's hunting list. But yer mine."

"I told you, I-" A skeletal hand squeezed his throat and he coughed.

"Listen to me." G snarled. "Ya don't got a choice . If ya don't comply to my rules, you will leave....and I will not save ya from the monsters." Lost frowned and looked down. "So what's it gonna be, little lamb?"

...He's right. At the moment my magic isn't nearly strong enough to defend myself from most of these beasts. He thought. And to make it worse, I do owe him. He's saved me twice now...I don't really have a right to complain. "....What do you have to do exactly?"

"Heh." G's grin widened and his eyes looked almost hungry as he leaned in closer to Lost's face. "I ain't telling yet...why not wait fer the surprise?" He leaned in close to Lost's neck, moving his collar down and licking the pale flesh. 

"Mmmmhmmm.....ya taste just as good as ya look." Lost squirmed under him and he groaned as his hardening length was rubbed. "Mngh, oh.....I'd stay still if I were ya Lost....yer gonna turn me on even faster."

"Y-You're sick...you-" A finger was pressed against his lips as teeth scraped his neck.

"Shh...hush now. I want ya to save your voice for when you're screaming for me...." G growled and lunged downward, biting harshly into his shoulder. Lost screamed as his teeth sunk in, blood pooling into his mouth. G growled around the bite, sucking as much blood as he could before tearing away, tearing flesh from his shoulder. Lost screamed and his hand shot out to cover his bleeding shoulder, but G's magic lunged out and prevented him from moving. "Don't ya fucking touch it."

"Y-You're insane! What the hell is wrong with you?!" Lost screamed, his blood soaking into the old mattress beneath him. G swallowed the flesh and groaned as magic flowed through him. He lapped at the blood that flowed from the large bite, making Lost flinch and whimper from the pain.

"You taste wonderful Lost....it makes me almost want to finish..." He all but purred as he licked the wound over and over, watching as the flesh healed. "You truly are a delightful wonder." He grabbed the collar around Lost's neck as the human flinched away, panting as his body tried to numb the pain. "Now....let's not waste anymore time, shall we?" A sudden warmth seemed to spread throughout Lost's body and he moaned as teeth were pressed against his lips.

S...Shit...he's doing it again...... He thought, his mind slowly being overcome with a lustful haze. "G...G...please...." He panted as his eyes seemed to glaze over, his Soul thrumming in his chest. "I...I need..."

"I know my little lost lamb." G grinned. "But we ain't gettin' far with clothes on our bodies, now are we?" Lost shook his head slowly as G slid off, taking his jeans off. He moved over to the human and slowly slid his pants off, then his boxers before looking down at his hardening member. "Heh, already leaking? Damn my magic's potent..." He chuckled and licked along Lost's jaw line. Lost groaned as his eyes cleared slightly.

"P-Please...g...get it over wi...with..." He whimpered softly. G frowned, his Soul twinging slightly at the defeated, weak voice but grinned again as he grinded his hips against Lost's.

"Fuck, someone sure is eager." G grinned. Granted being filled with my magic probably helps. He slid his hands under Lost's shirt, feeling the almost smooth expanse of cool, pale skin underneath him. He gripped hard and dragged his fingers down slowly, making Lost wince and groan. He could feel his sharp phalanges tearing at his skin, and watched as crimson blood was slowly released from its confines of flesh. Licking his fangs, he leaned down and slowly dragged his long tongue over the cuts, feeling Lost tremble and shiver under the hot touches. "Aww, what's the matter Lost? Ticklish?"

"F-Fuck you!"

"No, the idea is to fuck you." G chuckled. Lost scowled angrily until G took a decent bite out of his side. Lost bit back a scream as more blood gushed out, making him dizzy from its loss.

"J...just....stop stalling!" G growled slightly and moved to grip Lost's hair, forcing him to look up into hungry eyes. "G-"

"I only wanna hear my name from yer fucking mouth when yer screaming it." His tone was commanding and firm, and the collar around Lost's neck seemed to almost tighten in response. "Other than that, the only other noises I wanna hear are your moans and cries of pleasure as I fuck ya and claim ya as my own!" Lost narrowed his eyes angrily but said nothing. "Now that we have that all cleared up, tell me something." He leaned down and licked the shell of his ear. "Ever been fucked by magic before?"

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G could barely feel the trembling shake of Lost's head before a large grin covered his face. "Good. This is gonna hurt." Lost's eyes widened as he looked down at G's large, glowing erection. "Heh, it's like ya've never seen an erection before." Lost squirmed as he tried to move away, G tearing at the clothes he wore. His pants were forced down to his ankles and he struggled weakly against the grip of the monster above him.

Too...too much blood....gone... He panted as he watched G move in between his hips. "....Please...."

"Yer not in any position to beg, little lamb." G pushed himself inside Lost and he jerked suddenly at the large intrusion. "What, too much?"

"T-Take it out!" Lost snapped, struggling again against the magic that held him in place. "Get it-ahhh!" He screamed as G pushed in even further, making his eyes fill with tears as the monster filled his entire, unprepared entrance. "Stop! St-ahhhhhh!!!!" He felt himself being stretched painfully as G shoved himself further inside. He could almost feel his skin tearing at the force, soft sobs slipping past his lips. "Gngh! S-" A finger pressed against his lips and he looked up with glossy, tear filled eyes.

"Give it time, my little lamb chop." He grinned. "My sweet treat. You will soon feel really good...." He kissed his mouth, shoving a heavy, thick tongue inside and almost making Lost gag from the intrusion. He moved in and out of Lost at a slow pace, and the sensual lip lock had Lost's face and body suddenly feeling hot.

"Nnn....nmh...." He moaned into the kiss suddenly, his eyes half lidded as his body was slowly consumed by a hazy lust. Feels....hurts but....so good....more....want more.... Their mouths parted, a thin strand of saliva separating their mouths as drool slid past Lost's lips. "Ungh...G...."

"See? Told you." He chuckled darkly, fingering the collar around Lost's neck. The tag glinted in the candle light of the room and he could feel the magic around it. All mine... He reached down and grabbed the young man's straining member and slowly began to pump it. Lost jolted and moaned, the surprisingly smooth, cool bone fingers against his heated hard on making him tremble. Heat coiled in his gut as G continued to shove his thick dick inside of Lost's bleeding entrance, his hands coming up to grip at G's shoulders.

"G-G...ungh...pl-lease....fa-ah-aster....more...."

"Heh, listen to ya now. Not so resistant anymore, are ya?" G licked his teeth, his hungry eyes gazing over Lost's sweat slicked body. "Ya look good enough to just eat right here....but I want ya alive for awhile longer..." He could hear Lost's panting getting harsher the more he moved in and out of the young man, until hot seed coated his fingers. "Fuuuuck!" He came hard inside Lost, his magic releasing deep into the human beneath him. He took a long, deep breath as Lost's own, unique scent was almost overshadowed by his own, his magic mixing with Lost's very blood. Finally...now everyone knows yer mine. He looked down to see Lost gasping almost for breath, blood staining the sheets from where had had bitten him twice, and now where it coated his legs. G's magic flickered out of existence, leaving nothing but crimson blood in its wake.

"W...why?" Lost heaved slowly, clarity returning to his gaze, along with his tears.

"Why? How many times do I need to hammer it into yer skull?" He smirked almost playfully. "I'm not repeatin' myself little human." He watched Lost slowly succumb to exhaustion  and leaned down towards his entrance. "However, doesn't mean I won't clean ya up a bit, eh?" He lolled his tongue in his mouth before moving in closer, the scent of sex lingering inside of Lost's moist, blood soaked entrance.

He flicked his tongue inside, eyelights blowing up at the rich taste. His magic mingled perfectly with the human's, and the heady scent and thick, delicious taste had G almost hard again. He continued to lick his thighs and entrance, letting his tongue heal the tears deep within. Once done, he lifted the half naked young man easily into his arms, a look of hunger and possessiveness in his eyes. "Yer a ripe, little peach, aren't ya Lost? Stars, did I ever find me a good prize."

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Lost slowly came to as a gentle hand pat his head. "G-Get away! g-ah!"

"S....sssssstilll....." He looked up to see Papyrus petting him gently. 

"You.......hurt......sore....."

"Y-Yeah..." He mumbled after a few moments, laying back down and curling up. 

"Wh-why did he do that Papyrus?" Papyrus sighed and began to scribble on his note book.

'Because he needed to make sure it was safe for you. He only did what any monster would do.'

"That makes no sense." Lost mumbled as he shifted uncomfortably in bed. "You don't just....just do that to people!"

'But we do down here.' Papyrus pointed out. 'You are a weak, frail human. Even with magic, you do not stand a chance against the other monsters. A collar may help here in town, but now that his magic and scent are with you, you will be slightly more safe outside the town as well.' Lost slowly sat up, dragging his knees to his chest. 'Are you alright human?' Papyrus reached out and pet Lost softly, threading his large fingers through messy, greasy locks.

"I want a bath." He mumbled. "I feel...disgusting." Unwanted, unloved...soiled....he continued on in his head. I'm disgusting! I...I liked it after awhile....liked it! What the fuck is wrong with m- He was cut off mid thought as large, lanky arms wrapped around his shivering frame.

"Do......not cry.......Lossssst...." Papyrus's harsh, grounded out voice spoke as soothingly as he could. "It will.....be alright...." Lost slowly turned into the hold, sobbing into Papyrus's ribs. He pat his head softly, slowly rubbing soothing circles along his back. He held Lost for several minuets before he sniffled and moved away. Grabbing his notebook, he held up a page with a smiley face and a question mark.

"Y-Yeah...I'm ok now." He hiccuped through softer sobs. "Pl-please can you run a bath?" Papyrus nodded and left the room. He turned on the bathtub, letting hot water fill it and he only stopped for a moment when he felt a presence in the doorway.

"How is he?"

'What do you think brother?' Papyrus angrily signed. 'You could have done severe damage! Why did you do that so hastily?!'

"Because if I didn't, you would have, or far worse." G simply shrugged. "Face it Paps. I know how you feel. He's the first living thing aside from me that's shown ya any kindness, and we're all a little fucked up in the head. If I hadn't done it, you would've done something horrid."

'You do not know that!'

".....I know enough." G let off a soft growl. "Just remember Paps....he's mine." Papyrus stood up and walked over, slamming his large hand on the doorframe above G. The slightly shorter skeleton didn't even flinch, his left red eye glowing almost dangerously. "You may be my bro, but his ass and blood are my treat."

'We shall see brother....we shall see.' Paps signed, his own right eye glowing a similar color. 'Perhaps it is right for us to let Lost choose.'

"Tsk, a human down here doesn't get a choice!" G snapped, baring his fangs angrily. "A living human here may as well be a slab of meat with legs! A cow heading for the slaughterhouse!" Papyrus growled in irritation and narrowed his eyes. He slowly opened his mouth, his teeth grinding against one another as he let out a low, guttural snarl.

"He.......issss.....different......." Papyrus had a sudden, hungry glint in his eyes. "And....soft....flesssssssssh..."

"Paps, oi." G grabbed his large hand and Papyrus shook his head. "We ain't there anymore ok? Ya don't have to eat humans if ya don't want to." Papyrus sighed and nodded shakily. "Geeze, warn me before ya start ta lose it again, hmm?" I can't let him sink back to that level....the only one who should suffer that madness again is me, not him. "So~...how about you cook dinner, and I'll go in and apologize, mm?"

'You will only do more harm then good.' He sighed. 'But...so be it. I will get some food ready to restore some of his magic.' Papyrus headed downstairs and G sighed, gripping the edge of the crack in his skull and tugging harshly.

Fuck...fuck! He groaned and leaned against the worn down door. Great way to keep your bro sane there Sans....really great work. Well...no one's perfect. He shrugged and opened the door. He opened the bedroom door to see Lost instantly flinch away from him. "Ya feelin' any better?"

"Get away from me, you sick fuck!" G simply shrugged and continued to walk in, gathering Lost's clothes. "H-Hey-"

"They need cleaned ya dumbass." He said. "I got some clothes fer ya ta wear. My brother will bring them to ya." Lost simply looked at the floor, still wrapped in the blanket. "And uhh....guess I should say sorry or somethin' like it." Lost raised an eyebrow as G gripped at the crack in his skull. "Should've probably told ya all this shit earlier but...I dunno what I was thinkin'....heh, maybe I wasn' thinkin'." He tossed a ratty, old green robe at the young man. "Here, bath's ready fer ya."

"Hey....G?" G stopped and turned to look at him. "I don't really forgive you. That's not something you just...forgive and forget, you know?"

"..."

"But...being a slave, I've received far worse things....far worse." He shivered. "So...I understand at least why you did it. That I can forgive." G stared for a long time before breaking out into boisterous laughter.

"Are ya fuckin' with me right now?! The hell kinda human are ya?!" Lost sighed and shrugged.

"To be honest....do I even really count as a 'human'?"

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 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.