Hello hello hello. Once again, I find myself at a complete standstill with depression blocking my path, so I figured I'd probably write an A/N to get myself in the mood.

To answer some questions, no, I was not abused like this. You see, in the school I go to, the crowd of people I hang out with have a lot of problems. In their lives, at home, and I've heard a lot of their stories.

This particular story, I got a lot of the more physical abuse from a certain person that I met in 7th grade. Their situation wa tragic, and they were not very well off. Unfortunately, they left the school, but their story still stands with me. A lot of the emotional abuse has been experienced by other people. Some of this is just the more depressed side of me going "Well, what if your life was worse you whiny piece of shit." I'm a very angsty writer, it's what I do best. I make stories with people in worse situations than myself. Don't worry, I'm perfectly safe and happy. Some people have actually messaged me saying that this story made them feel less alone in some ways- on my tumblr ( .com) and on here, I've gotten messages. And I wanted to say that I'm sorry that you're in these situations, hope you get out of them soon, and stay safe everyone. Anyways, long A/N aside, heres the long awaited Chapter 11. Can't believe I've actually made it this far. I suggest listening to this while reading.

You were humming once of your favorite songs when Sans came down the stairs. You were up again early with horrible nightmares, and woke up before Papyrus had even made breakfast. It's now 12 in the afternoon and Sans just woke up. He looked at you and saw the fatigue in your eyes. "kid, are you okay?" You forced a smile and nodded. "c'mon kid. you know that's a lie. be honest with me." He paused.

"what is it that you're not telling us. we aren't dumb. we've figured out that something happened to you. and kid... i want to hear what happened. i don't think my sign language will be good enough for this"

You stared at him for a minute, almost in shock. Then you leaned in to his jacket and started sobbing, causing a waterfall of tears to run down his jacket. He picked you up and put you on his lap, then started patting you trying to comfort and calm you. You took a deep breath and started from the beginning, your voice shaky and cracking.

"S-sans... m-my parents never w-wanted m-me... th-they hurt me so m-much... t-told me I was worthless... t-tried to k-kill me... i h-had no friends... and m-my dad and h-his friends did... a-awful things t-to me... my m-mom used to h-hit me... she's t-the reason i d-don't speak b-because she threw m-me down the s-stairs... o-one time my dad t-tied me up... l-let his f-friends have fun w-with me and then s-stuck me in the basement to d-die... i o-only escaped because t-they were drunk s-so often... i a-ate borderline poison because th-they wouldn't feed me... and i w-was bullied on top o-of it..." Your voice broke more and you buried yourself farther into his coat. "T-that's why I-I'm here... b-because I t-tried to k-kill myself b-by jumping through t-the hole."

Sans' eye flared up in rage as he pulled you in tighter, so he felt that he had some control, even if just for a minute, not over you but over what would happen to you. He was practically shaking with fury. "i will... fucking murder those lowlife pieces of shit. mark my fucking words. i will kill them. i will FUCKING KILL THEM."

You cringed, hearing Sans shout. It worried you a lot. "sorry kid. nobody hurts someone who means so much to me. they could have fucking killed you, and i would never have met you. i can't fucking believe it. why would they hurt you? you're intelligent, beautiful, talented, and friendly. there is no reason for them to hurt you."

"They h-hurt me because i was a m-mistake."

Sans lifted your chin and looked into your eyes. "do you actually believe that?" You nodded. He looked crushed, almost as though he couldn't fathom why you would feel this way. Pressing you closer to him once more, he whispered "no." over and over again. His breathing was rough and ragged, and his eye was still flaming blue. "fuck it." He muttered. "i need a drink so i don't do something i'll regret."

You vigorously shook your head no. You had a bad history with alcohol being used as a problem solver. He sighed. "fine. kiddo, why did you take it from them. you're smart enough to know you're better than that." You looked away. You didn't really have a high self esteem, or any self esteem at all for that matter. He sighed. "i love you kiddo. so much. so fucking much, you have no idea."

"I love you too Sans... thank you for taking me in."

"don't mention it." He gave you the skeleton style kiss, nuzzling you a little and then wiped away your tears with his jacket sleeve. "feeling a little better kiddo?" You nodded. "good." He turned the TV on to fill the silence left behind.