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This was getting irritating.
Sans' fingers tapped against the metal railing of his apartment balcony, eyelights burning holes into the roads below as he scanned the streets for any signs of movement. His jaw tensed, teeth grinding together as he searched and searched and searched, into alleyways, into bushes, into front yards and backyards and everywhere in between.
There was..
Nothing.
Nada.
Zip.
Zilch.
Just another peacefully quiet day in this peacefully quiet neighborhood in this peacefully quiet side of town.
...
So irritating.
This neighborhood was out of the way, to the east from the main part of the city, and was mostly made up of apartment complexes. Yours wasn't too far, but it was just far enough that you'd never noticed he was here, watching you. His eyelights wandered over to your familiar balcony, decorated with a cute set of outdoor chairs and some plants. He could get just enough of a peek into your apartment, the simplistic but stylish interior suiting you so well, to see your living room, kitchen and bedroom from his own balcony. Normally he'd be pleased with the thought of you tucked away so safely in such a nice and hushed neighborhood in your little apartment, but right now it was really starting to piss him off.
His eyelights glanced back inside to the clock on the wall.
1:17 PM.
Time had hardly moved at all and he found himself getting more and more impatient as the seconds fell away, the ticking of the clock filling the empty apartment along with his drumming fingertips. It was becoming more difficult to focus, the irritation setting into his bones, and his mind was floating off to the same place it always went.
To you.
1:17 PM.
You'd be having lunch with a co-worker right now.
A new cafe had opened up just a short walk from your office that you'd want to visit. You and that human girl, Naomi, always liked to take your breaks together, and you'd both be making your way there right now. Knowing you, your eyes would probably be glancing at all the sweets they had to offer with such wonder and desire, but you would restrain yourself from indulging too much. A sandwich, a coffee and maybe a cookie on the side would be all that you ordered, even though he knew you were perfectly capable of finishing off a full cake on your own. You always seemed to have a separate stomach for sweets.
You'd chat about meaningless things like the weather and work, and you'd humor your co-worker by letting her vent to you about her problems. You were so charming. So simple. Life never seemed to get you down. You never had a complaint or a worry, and he knew how much you hated feeling like a burden to others, so you kept all of your secrets close to your chest. Instead, you let yourself be an outlet for others to complain about their uninteresting lives and uninteresting problems, offering your best advice and condolences and yet never receiving anything in return.
Ah, he was getting irritated again, thinking about how others just loved it take advantage of you like that. Preying upon your gentle soul with intentions of only using you until they got tired. Until they got bored. Until they hurt you.
"heh. heh. ehehehehehehehehehehahehaheheh. ahahahah. ahaha. hah."
He had to stop that line of thinking, or else he might really just shortcut down to that cafe, snatch you up and just to lock you in his basement. He wanted to. He really, really wanted to.
..But he also didn't.
Caging you, his beautiful little ray of sunshine, would only make you resentful. He didn't want that. He wanted you to be happy and smiling, mind free of worries and fears, and to be safe and sound in his arms. He had already made it so far like this, he just needed more time. More time to gain your trust, to gain your love and understanding, and then he'd just need to soulbound with you. Convince you that he could support the both of you, that you didn't need to work, and then he could keep you all to himself.
His soul was thrumming against his rib cage now, unable to hold it back any time he even so much as thought of soulbonding with you. It practically ached every time you were together, setting his bones on fire and made his mind spin in circles as he could feel his soul so close to yours. It drove him absolutely wild, and took every inch of his self control just to keep it down in your presence.
He couldn't afford to scare you now.
The two of you had just started dating only a few months ago.
For so long he had been restraining himself, simply accepting the fact that he'd be doing nothing but watching your life roll by from afar after he had caught a glimpse of you at a grocery store. It was like everything had stopped, and his once bleak and gray world had blossomed into vibrant color. You consumed his thoughts for what felt like an eternity and he just knew he had to see you again, so he visited that store for weeks until he saw you. Still so beautiful. Still so brilliant and bright. Then he learned about what side of town you lived on, and where you liked to shop and hang out. Where you got coffee. Which bus you took..
Sans had been content, just catching small glimpses of you ever now and again by sitting a few tables away at the coffee shop you liked to visit, or sitting a few rows away on the bus and watching you nod off sometimes after work. He was okay, as long as he got to see you..
He was okay. He was okay. He was okay. He was okay. He was okay. He was okay.
Until..
You caught him one time by accident.
He had been spying on you from your way home from work one evening, a dog catching him by surprised as they barked at his presence, making you turn around and notice him. It should of scared you, some spooky skeleton walking not too far behind you on the same empty road, but you smiled and shoo'd the dog away.
He quickly lied, saying he didn't live to far to avoid being suspicious, barely able to control his wavering voice with your eyes on him. It was your first real conversation, and he couldn't stop the beating of his soul in his chest at your smile and your softly sweet voice. You simply laughed it off, offering to protect him from any more stray dogs, and the two of you began walking together on the quiet streets. You were so wonderful, just chatting with him and you took genuine interest in what he had to say.
You laughed at his jokes.
You smelled so sweetly of flowers and fruits.
That smile never faded from your face.
He was so overcome with a desire to hold you. To kiss you. His soul was beating too fast. Too loud. You were so close he could of just grabbed you. Taken you. Mated with you right on the spot! Had you all to himself! He could've.. he could've! He..
..parted ways with you.
You gave him the same sweet smile as you walked away to your apartment building and waved, leaving him standing alone in the middle of an empty sidewalk with nothing but his ragged breathing and his soul pulsing so painfully he thought he might just dust on the spot.
He wasn't the same after that.
He wasn't content any longer. He wanted more. He wanted so much more.
This ..hobby.. grew to a full blown obsession, spending almost day and night checking on you and even renting this apartment just to observe you living your life. Before his head had just been swimming with thoughts of you, but now it felt like he was drowning in them. He wanted to know what you were doing every second of the day. He wanted to know what shows you liked to watch and what made you laugh, what your favorite meal was and brand of detergent you used. What was your favorite color? Your favorite brand of socks? What kind of music did you listen to? What were your hobbies? Did you write? Sing? Dance? What was your guilty pleasure? How did you sleep? Did you like monsters?
Would you.. like him?
He finally dared to enter your apartment one afternoon when you were away at work, unable to control himself any longer as he browsed your things. Your style was so simple yet so elegant. You were neat and orderly, but sometimes a little lazy. There was a cardigan on the couch that you took off the other night (that he hugged close to his body pretending it was you), a dirty mug and spoon in the sink (that he may of licked, wondering if he could taste you), and he laid in your bed, taking in your scent and fantasized about spending his nights with you there.
He couldn't take it. He just.. couldn't take it anymore.
Sans wanted you so badly it hurt. Every night his soul would pulse in pain at the thought of you, lying awake not wanting to sleep because he wanted all of his thoughts to be of you. He wanted you all to himself. Nobody else could have you. Nobody else could look at you! NOBODY ELSE COULD-
...
He began to make himself more evident in your life; appearing at the same grocery store that you shopped at and 'running into you' at your favorite cafe or riding the same bus on the way to and from the city.
You were always so bright and warm, and that sweet smile began to change ever so slightly. It became bigger, making your eyes crinkle and your cheeks would always flush such a pretty shade of red. You became friendlier, sitting closer together and sharing your drinks and food with him, the two of you making inside jokes and sending memes late at night that reminded you of each other. That beautiful soul, overflowing with kindness had opened up more, and you confided to him about your worries and your dreams, your fears and your hopes.
He became your best friend, you confidant and now... your datemate.
The thought still made him giddy.
The fact that he could touch you. Kiss you. Hold you. Love on you all he wanted to. You had even told him that he didn't need to ask permission every time, that he could just shower you with affections whenever he wanted and stars above, did he. Never in his wildest dreams would he imagine that he actually would be spending those nights with you in your bed, surrounded by you and that beautiful floral and fruity scent (which he came to learn was a mix of your shampoo and a perfume you wore), kissing and talking and..
Screwing you out of your damn mind.
He would never get tired of that wrecked expression on your face. Of he velvety sweet mewlings that came out of your mouth, gasping and begging for more. The way your soft and supple skin would give under his grasp and leave bruises blooming whenever he touched. The way your cheeks flushed when his bite marks were somewhere obvious and you would have to wear a sweater or a bit of makeup to cover it at work. The way you sometimes scolded him for it, but never really looked truly angry at him.
It was exhilarating.
Like a drug he couldn't get enough of.
You.
He just couldn't get enough of you.
Every second of every day he wanted to be surrounded by you. Consumed by you. Entwined with your body and soul and never, even for a moment, being apart.
Even now, he missed you.
Missed your scent. Your smile. Your voice. He wanted to see you.
Ah, dammit, he wanted to see you!
Where.
Where.
Where?
...Where was this little fucking rat!?
He was getting sick and tired of waiting here for them! At this rate he'd track them down and just gut them him fucking self! How dare they. How dare they make him sit here waiting for them, when he could be watching you. How dare they even think they could step foot anywhere near you! How dare they think that they even had a chance with you!? How dare they approach you like some scum of the fucking Earth and talk to you, make you feel uncomfortable as you quickly turned down their advances and then proceeded to say such vile things about you!
HOW DARE THEY TRY TO FOLLOW YO-
Sans' eyelights caught onto something.
A human, walking on the sidewalk looking incredibly nervous as their head wandered around, looking in every direction for something. Sans took a step back to avoid being seen as their head glanced in his direction and hesitated, only to keep scanning the area around them. He was rather far up above on the fifth floor of this building, but he didn't need this piece of shit cowarding out now by seeing shadows, after making him spend a whole fucking afternoon waiting for them. It wasn't long before they kept walking, a duffel bag at their side as they wore rather inconspicuous clothing and kept their head down low. They were almost completely unassuming, if Sans hadn't already burned their imagine into his skull.
This.. was your stalker.
....Or rather, your other stalker.
A co-worker, who you had shot down just a few weeks ago after they made an incredibly nasty advance on you. It didn't end well, them calling you a variety of unsavory names which you all huffed about at Sans over dinner. His soul had been burning so hot at that moment that he snapped a metal fork in half, surprising you, but he quickly brushed it off as an accident. In the following days, Sans had spotted them following you one night after work. He nearly killed them on the spot, that same white hot rage taking over as he saw them gazing upon you, but his phone buzzed silently as you suddenly called him, saying you felt uneasy and wanted someone to talk to.
Instead he took a shortcut to your side and gladly led you home, spending the night with you to calm your fears, and didn't see the stalker in the few days after. Of course, it was only a matter of time before they reappeared, you two were still co-workers after all. Sans spotted them for the second time one night as he walked you home, following not to far with a look of disgust on their face. It annoyed him to no end that every time they appeared the two of you were together, but it's not like he could just brush you off to deal with them. You were much more important, and he wanted to focus all of his attention on you, not some maggot festering in the trash.
He could of easily tracked them down back to their own place. Easily find out who they were. Easily torture them for even THINKING they could get close to you. Easily made their life hell.. but .. strangely..
Sans realized he actually didn't have to do much to torment this piece of shit.
..Because every time they followed you, the two of you would be together. Hugging. Kissing. Holding hands. Going on dates. Laughing. Smiling. Being a couple.. And each and every time he could feel the jealousy that flared in their eyes burning holes in his back. It gave him an indescribable rush, knowing that he was on the receiving end of those jealous stares.
Knowing that you loved him. Him! Of all people!
You loved him.
Not them.
...So he put up with it.
He put up with their pathetic attempts at stalking, appearing at inopportune moments to dissuade them from ever approaching you, spending almost all his time by your side, and just became an all around nuisance to this pathetic human. It was easy to do, all he had to do was focus all of his attention on you, which he would gladly do any day. Your other stalker was too much of a coward to do anything anyways, always breaking off a mile or two before your apartment and never getting enough nerves to approach the two of you. It stayed like this for a month or so.
But, due to their sloppiness, you began to feel something was amiss. You always seemed to be checking over your shoulder now, swearing you could feel eyes upon you. You started asking him to walk you home all the time. You looked.. troubled. Sans didn't exactly like seeing you become so paranoid by the feeling of being followed, but it made you just a little bit more clingy to him. Your independence had shrunk, little by little and each passing day you needed him more and more. He got to spend more time with you. Protecting you. Comforting you. It was all he could ever want.
It was perfect.
Everything was perfect.
Everything was falling so wonderfully into place..
..Until your next door neighbor let him know she saw someone suspicious lurking around the neighborhood a few days ago. Sans had done a lot to make himself friendly with your neighbors, despite how much Mrs. Allen's nosy nature annoyed the fuck out of him. She asked a lot of questions, and despite her old age seemed to have a rather keen eye and made it her duty to lookout for the neighborhood. She didn't trust monsters, and had given him a rather disapproving stare the first few times he showed up to your apartment. It took a lot to break that annoying bitch, but thankfully it seemed to be working in his favor now.
...Lucky her, he was just a few words away from snapping and just getting rid of her completely.
After months of dealing with her crap she finally seemed to like Sans enough to share her gossip with him. She had been watching the neighborhood kids playing outside from her balcony when she saw a suspicious person, and gave a rather vague description that almost completely matched your co-worker, and now Sans knew couldn't tolerate this anymore. It didn't matter how much he relished being on the receiving end of those jealous stares, or how much joy he derived from those looks of hatred on their face every time he was with you.
T h e y w e r e g e t t i n g t o o c l o s e .
Might as well have some fun with them before it's all over though, right? He still needed to punish them for even daring to gaze in your way. For having the fucking nerve to think they could ever be close to you. For ever even looking at his precious human.
Painful.
He was going to make this so incredibly painful.
He felt his grin grow as they approached your building, turning back inside his own apartment to grab his things. The unit itself was mostly empty, save for the plastic covers and drop towels that littered the place, a clock on the wall, and a small toolbox. He had cleared out most of the furniture in here now that he could freely enter your place, but still decided to keep this apartment for.. other things. Most of this building was empty anyways, so he didn't have to deal with any nosy neighbors or irritating questions. A reusable bag filled with groceries sat on the counter and he double checked his pocket for the vial.
Everything was ready.
He could barely control his excitement.
Ah, finally, he was going to capture this little swine.
He was going to bend them.
Break them.
Slice them apart and shatter each and every one of the bones in their disgusting body.
Have them begging for mercy until the very last moment when they dropped dead.
And then you'd go back to being only his. Only for his eyes to see.
His one and only, precious human.
"here piggy.. piggy.. piggy. ehehehe."