Only after waking up the next morning did Sans manage to calm down, chest heavy with the weight of his knowledge. The blanket fell from his body as Sans moved, eye sockets peeling back to look at the wall.

The news was already on, Papyrus having been sitting next to his sleeping form. When Sans stirred, Papyrus was leaning towards him, helping his beloved brother up.

"Are you okay?"

Naturally, that would be the first question Papyrus would ask. Sans wasn't okay the night before, and there was no doubt that he wouldn't be okay now.

"Not really," Sans muttered, voice hoarse.

The news practically laughed at Sans as the program continued, tainting his boyfriends name. They called him things they shouldn't, they didn't know him. How could they call him that when they didn't know the story?

The hug from Papyrus, though brief, did feel nice. Distant chatter could be heard as Undyne's voice wafted through the vents from Papyrus' bedroom. Pots and pans clattered together as Toriel shuffled around the kitchen, the fragrance of freshly cooked omelette dancing in the air.

"It's okay, you didn't know," Papyrus said, smiling softly at his brother. "Do you want anything to eat? I know you're usually hungry when you wake up."

"No, not really." Sans was honest. "I might throw up. I don't like this."

"No one does," Papyrus agreed, voice low. "I'm really sorry, the Great Papyrus should have stopped him."

"'T's not your fault, bro. It's no one's fault."

Sans wearily rubbed his eye sockets, glancing to find Toriel watching him. Another soft smile was served to him before she turned back to the oven to continue her cooking.

"I know you don't want to hear this, but you know now that Toby is dangerous. He hurt someone, and from what Toriel had told us, he may have been planning to kill you when you two returned home. She and Frisk had found a hatchet that Toby hid behind your house."

If only he could tell them. Sans desperately wanted things to go back to the way they had been before. Or, on the other hand, he wanted things to be different than they were. Sans yearned to be able to be with both his friends and Toby, not having to stress about the things that plagued his mind now. But didn't everyone wish for that? Why would Toby Fox listen to him if so many others desired some type of perfect life?

To think that the surface was supposed to be their utopia. Oh, how that was far from the truth. With the new location came the new set of obstacles, new troubles to taint their lives with unhappiness and stress.

"I know, Tori told me," Sans muttered.

Papyrus nodded gently. "I think you should stay here, just in case Toby tries to head back to your house to hurt you."

"Toby wouldn't hurt me."

There was a sigh, Papyrus looking at Sans with sad eye sockets, as if he was a puppy who just fell onto his face. As if Sans didn't understand the situation.

"Papyrus, let me help," Toriel said, moving over to the couch before she sat down on the other side of Sans. "I know you loved him, but that Toby you fell in love was a lie. We think he may have been using you, but either way, he killed someone unprovoked. Toby told everyone lies about himself, hid weapons around your house, and overall is a dangerous man. The police are even having trouble identifying him because he always wore gloves and the mask to cover his identity, along with the hoods."

Sans could understand where they were coming from, he'd give them that. To them, Toby was always suspicious from the moment he met. The man wanted a private relationship, he didn't like going out in public, he always wore concealing clothes, and changed his lies constantly. But Sans could see things they couldn't, thus letting him come to his own conclusions. Not only that, Toby told him everything. Sans was the only person he could confide in, as was Toby for Sans, which really let their relationship blossom.

He would continue to love Toby, even if they rejected him.

The man never abused Sans, he always made sure to even put away his weapons in consideration. Not that Sans minded them. He was a man who judged, and Toby was innocent. The people he killed were more evil than his intentions.

"How about you stay with me, instead?" Toriel inquired.

"Toby's been to both of your houses," Sans pointed out, "If he did look for me, and he didn't find me at my house, he'd just look everywhere else."

If only Sans could admit that he did want Toby to find him. Sans would, but he would have to play by their rules and logic. And to be able to be with Toby again, he would need to find somewhere to be alone. Staying at a friends house wouldn't help at all.

"You can get a hotel, I'll find one for you."

And there was Undyne, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed and a phone in hand. Sleep seemed to be lacking in her, bags dragging under her eyes and stress building like a waiting explosion on her face. Baggy clothes clung to her scales, proof that she hasn't even changed from yesterday.

"I was planning on getting you one anyway, we kind of have to place you under witness protection," Undyne said, tilting her hips when a yawn tore through her sentence. "Well, something like witness protection. Until we can catch Toby, or deem you safe enough to return home."

"Oh, great," Sans sighed.

"It's for the best, sorry." Greasy red hair was flicked over her shoulder. "But I really mean it. Sorry man, for all of this. I... I really thought Toby was a good guy. You two really got along."

"I thought he loved me." That was a lie, Toby still loved him.

"He still might, which is why we have to move you into a safer place to stay. He really seemed head over heels for you, so he might try and come to convince you to hide him. Maybe even kidnap you, so we're trying to steer clear of that. You guys had been dating for almost a year, so either he was using you for a cover story to blend in, or he really likes you and might do something."

"Undyne!" Papyrus said.

"Sorry, I'm just really tired... But I mean it Sans, I know you really loved the guy and I'm real sorry that this is happening." Undyne was very visibly tired, swaying on her feet.

"It's okay, I know you're under pressure right now too," Sans told her, "I'm guessing you were up all night dealing with Royal Guard duties, huh?"

"Yeah, Asgore and I have been busy." Undyne looked at her phone. "You know about some of the killings, we're all just kind of on edge."

The killings that involved Toby.

"D-Do you think he was responsible for t-the others?" Alphys asked.

With an awkward snort, she pushed up her glasses. Undyne looked at her girlfriend, tired eyes wobbling between the lizard and skeleton. Food continued to cook in the kitchen.

"I honestly don't know, but he's probably killed before," Undyne admitted, "He brought a weapon to Sans' house, and he killed that person with no hesitation. He might have known them or something. Again, sorry Sans... I'll talk about this later with you guys, I think we should get Sans out of here before his boyfriend comes back."

That's right. His boyfriend. Not ex boyfriend, his current boyfriend.

Sans liked Toby. He really, really liked Toby. The man was cute, with his fluffy hair and funny attitude, and his puns were amazing! It wouldn't have mattered if Toby had killed someone with ill intent, but he hadn't. His L.O.V.E remained low, testifying to his true purpose of killing.

And so, Sans would continue to date Toby. If the killer harmed another person will ill intent, or he made any moves to harm Sans, the skeleton would have left him and even fought him. Yet Toby stood against any of those, treating his boyfriend with care and killing when necessary. That's not what the others saw. No, they saw Sans as a victim of abuse, believing the boy was led astray by the idea of love.

"Breakfast is ready if you'd like to eat, Sans," Toriel asked, his voice distant in the kitchen.

"'M not hungry," Sans hummed, running a hand down his face. "I just... I don't want to stay here, not after what happened. I don't feel safe... Can we go to that hotel?"

"If you say so," Toriel said, walking over to Undyne before she rested a hand on her back. "Why don't you go get some sleep, dear? You've been at this all night. Papyrus and I can find the hotel while you get some rest, and Alphys can help with Asgore."

Undyne mumbled a faint complaint before she staggered off, body stiff and tired. Alphys followed, tail dragging across the floor as she tried to help anyway she could.

Thankfully, Papyrus and Toriel were quick in finding a hotel, locating one in the next town over. Toriel voiced the option of picking a closer hotel, but Papyrus shut down that idea. If the hotel was too close, it defeated the purpose of Sans even being there. Sans agreed, but for his own personal reasons. If he was further from them, he could have more time to try and find Toby.

At least the two had talked about this before, having enough foresight to see that the possibility of his true life being revealed splitting them apart. Sans could remember the conversation as clear as day, Toby's warmth from his hand tingling with the memories.

"If they did find out, they wouldn't let me see you anymore," Sans had whispered at the time, fingers tied with Toby's. "They would probably make sure I would have you blocked, and they'd attack you if they saw you near me. I have lower H.P, they've always been more protective of me."

"As am I-I," Toby mumbled, a smile pulling at his lips. "And I don't want t-t-t-to stop seeing you again. I r-r-really like you."

"Me too," Sans agreed, "You're the only person I would make an effort for in a relationship, I really like being with you. I don't care if you're a killer, you have killer hair, so..."

"What s-should w-w-w-w-we do?" Toby asked, his body arm flinching.

"Not give up, that's for sure," Sans told him, "I can't predict how they'll find out, and what they'd do, but I have to follow the law. You don't. We can text, email, anything to find one another and to keep together. If it really comes down to it, I'll be open to the idea of running away."

"No, w-we're not doing that," Toby said, "I know h-h-how much you love your b-brother, I don't want to take him away without a-a-any good reason."

"Not unless we have no other choices," Sans said, "I love him, but I love you too. If they split us apart, you have to come and find me. I'll sneak out of a window if they even lock me inside of a room, just come and find me."

And Toby followed through.

The hotel room was alright, not the best, but Sans didn't care. The kitchen was connected to the living room, and the bathroom was next to the bedroom. Small and cozy, not too bad. Sans tried to make a joke about his sock pile, but it didn't seem appropriate for the mood, so he dropped it.

Papyrus had went back to Sans' house to grab a few of his brothers clothing, Toriel taking their alone time to offer Sans comfort for his lovers betrayal. Sans simply remained silent, seeming to prompt the woman on with more hugs.

"Make sure to at least eat breakfast," Toriel said, gently handing Sans the packaged food she had brought with her. "I made omelets with ketchup for you, I hope you feel better."

"Thanks Tori," Sans said, voice quiet.

She couldn't stay there forever, none of them could. If Toby was going to hunt down and try to hurt Sans, as they expected he would, then clearly the boy would have gone for his house. Once he would realize Sans was absent, he would try to track his family and friends. If any of Sans' friends stayed with him, Toby could use them to track him down, negating the purpose of the hotel. Either way, it didn't matter. Sans was going to text Toby his location anyway. Not that they needed to know that.

Only after they left and Sans went onto his phone did he realize they had thought ahead. Toby's contact was deleted from his phone, and when he reassigned it, he found that Toby was blocked as well. It would make sense that they would go onto his phone to try and track Toby's phone number to find him, but did they not expect Sans to not memorize it? Sure, he was lazy, but he saw the phone number everyday. It was as memorable as the sticky note trail next to the sock back at home. Not to mention... why did they block him for Sans? Were they really that set on what was 'best for Sans'?

Sans hadn't even heard the window open when the time came, the skeleton staring blankly at the phone as the T.V played in the background. If they had gotten Toby's phone number from his phone, which they likely did, they could have a watch on the number. Sending him a text would be too risky at this point, it would alert them Sans was on Toby's side.

"S-Sans."

Looking to the hallway door, Sans found Toby standing in the doorway, his brown hair ruffled from wind and his clothes messy. He was breathing heavily, as if he had ran.

"I-I-"

There was no hesitation before Sans was standing up, rushing towards Toby to embrace him in a hug. Toby responded instantly, drawing in the short skeleton before he tilted up his chin for a kiss.