You couldn't stop running.
"Get back here, right now!"
"No! You're going to kill me!"
"That will be the least of your worries if you keep running from me!"
You shivered at his words.
Great. Now he was going to torture you before he ate you.
Huh, he sounded kind of-
The ground slipped away beneath your feet, and you fell into the freezing water.
Your lungs lost any capacity of air from the sheer cold of it.
You heard muffled cursing from above the surface before everything turned to black.
You woke up to see nothing but a reddish-black hue. Were you seriously eaten alive?
You reached out and poked whatever you were in and realized that it was a blanket.
Immediately you ripped it off of you and met face to face with Sans.
You jumped back and cried silently.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I just thought you were going to eat-"
He offered you what seemed to be water.
"I warned it for you. I figured you wouldn't drink blood."
You didn't take the drink, afraid that he may have laced it with poison.
He rolled his one red eye.
He took a sip and handed it to you again.
You gently reached for it, trying to avoid touching his hand in the process.
As soon as you had a grip, he slowly let go, as if he was trying not to startle you.
You sniffed it curiously before taking a gulp, enjoying how warm it was.
After drinking the whole thing, you looked at him in worry.
"Was I... Supposed to drink it all?"
He reached out to grab your hand, but you immediately jumped back.
"Oh. Heh. Forgot."
He gestured upstairs.
"There's a shower up there. I don't know if we have any warm water left, but you can try."
You nodded and carefully walked up the stairs.
After taking off you're clothes, you tried to turn the knob to start the water, but it seemed to be jammed. You slipped a towel on and called softly.
Sans entered slowly.
"Um... It's stuck."
He walked past you, his hand brushing against yours.
He mumbled a quiet apology and twisted the knob with a grunt. Eventually, water began to slowly fall from the shower head.
You stared at his hand in wonder. It was... So warm.
He nodded and walked out, shutting the door behind him.
After a quick shower, you wrapped yourself in a towel and prepared to put your old clothes back on, until you heard Sans speak through the door.
"Come outside with the towel on."
You didn't want to, but you'd take that any day over dying.
Walking outside, you were surprised to find Sans handing you a large shirt and some shorts.
"Here. Take my spare clothes. It's cleaner and dryer than what you were wearing."
You nodded reluctantly and took it, went in the bathroom, and came out with the new clothing on.
Sans looked at you for a moment with an unreadable expression.
"Um... It's kind of big on me, honestly... But thank you."
"Huh? Oh, sure, yeah, no problem."
He sat on the couch and winced.
"Are you okay?!"
He looked at you, his one red eye narrowed.
"Why do you care? I took care of you, so get out. I'm done being a babysitter."
"Unless you want to return the favor with... Meat..."
You jumped and shook your head.
"No, but... I can help you."
You walked over and shyly held out your arm.
"You... Can drink some of my blood... If you want to. Just, please be gentle."
His face turned a light shade of red.
"Are you sure about this? I can't promise I will be able to control myself..."
"You saved my life. It's the least I could do."
He nodded and turned your hand palm up.
He licked the underside of your elbow for a moment before biting down on the vein.
You grunted at the pain, but then a strange sensation overtook you.
You couldn't help but stare at Sans's face in wonder.
He looked so... Gentle.
His tongue continued to lap at that one spot, and you were surprised to feel it tickle.
He looked up at you in shock, and seemed to blush even deeper.
Finally, he came to a stop.
You felt yourself about to pass out from the loss of blood.
He immediately bit his finger and held it out to you.
"Here. This will restore your strength."
You shyly sucked on the tip of his finger, surprised by its sweet taste.
"Okay, that's enough."
You held his hand in place and continued to drink it, not caring if it would make him mad.
It tasted so good, and it was the only food you've had access to for days!
Sans shivered a bit and looked away from you, letting you get your fill.
After a while, you noticed that the liquid was slowing to a trickle, so you let him go.
"Sans, I'm so sorry! It just tasted really good..."
He blushed at that and shrugged.
"Whatever. What was so funny earlier?"
"Hm? Oh, nothing."
"Then why were you laughing?"
"Your tongue just tickled a bit, that's all."
He tilted his head a bit.
"Yeah, you know, a sensation that makes you laugh."
"What? Something like that exists?"
He looked genuinely curious now, and you couldn't help but smile.
"C'mere. I'll show you.
You took his hand and pulled a bit.
He shuffled closer.
You slowly reached under his shirt and touched one of his ribs.
"I assume skeletons must be ticklish here."
You scratched your fingernails gently along the structure, feeling him jolt suddenly with an audible grunt, which then dissolved into deep laughter.
"Hehe, you're such a ticklish little skeleton~!"
He covered his face and giggled through his fingers.
Curious as to how he would react, you gently blew air on his neck.
His breath hitched and he let out a small gasp before giggling once more.
You pressed your lips to his neck and blew once more, sending vibrations through his bones.
Finally you let him go.
He was still giggling from the tingling sensation and he smiled a bit at you.
"Heh. Are you still scared of me?"
You froze when you realized that you had touched him multiple times now without fear.
"No. No I'm not."