A chilled shiver traveled up his spine. 

The harsh winter storm had long since taken hold on the town surrounding him. His footsteps were uneven, shivering and stumbling quite often. The man's form couldn't be seen through the storm very well, like a fluttering image, constantly under the threat of disappearing into the white backdrop to never be found again. Snowflakes pelted against him like bullets, causing his trembling body to finally give in and fall against the snow.

Cold. So cold. He wasn't going to survive this winter, was he? Each winter got progressively worse in this town, and he had nowhere to go. He shouldn't have left that large tree with the hole in it for the warmth cover provided, but he was hungry. So hungry. And had to get food.

Blood stained the snow from his hands as he barely managed to push himself up, before they gave below him from exhaustion and left him to fall into that lush white pile once more. Not his blood. His victims. Now, though, he was going to die just like they had. Not from starvation, like he always had assumed, no; from the pressing, chilling air around him.

He pulled his black hoodie closer, only able to lay and try not to pass out right there. Much longer out here, and he doubted he'd last.

Brown hair swept across his vision from the fierce wind, like a curtain dragging back and forth to reveal a new sight with each swish. His grey trembling hands. Blue jeans caked in snow, fabric frozen solid. A car with it's lights on and door open.

A car?

Then someone was standing above him.

He gasped, eyes darting up to stare at them. Someone short. Wearing a blue hoodie and basketball shorts, despite the weather. He tilted his skull to the side, not even giving a slight shiver. A monster.

"G-Go away..." He managed to say, sharp teeth clattering.

"Bud, you need'a come into the car, you're freezing to death," The skeleton said, watching him shiver and shake.

"You don't... you wouldn't if..." He felt tears roll down his grey cheeks, gasping for breath despite the amount of air pressing against his body.

"I know what you are, and that's okay. You're always a person first and foremost, before anything else." The skeleton crouched down, and outheld a single hand. "You're scared, I get it. But you deserve a chance. Come with me."

The man stared for a moment. The hand wasn't forced, it was tilted, soft, much like the skeletons expression. Despite the weather that seemed to knock around the fleshy person, the skeleton didn't even flinch.

"It's okay," He said quietly, eye sockets looking at him ever so carefully. "You'll be okay."

He barely managed to reach a shaking hand out to accept the offer.

The walk to his car was a blur, as was half of the car ride. When he finally managed to gain a clear head again, a pink blanket was thrown over his body, and the cars heat was pressing up around him, slowly rising in temperature. The skeleton was reaching over as he drove, slowly cranking up the heat as to not overwhelm his body and send it into shock.

"If yer wondering how I didn't freeze outside, skeletons are immune to cold," He explained to the man. Wheels slowly rotating through the growing pile of snow, careful not to rise to a dangerous speed.

He nodded, looking at himself in the mirror. Black eyes. He hated those tar filled eyes. Hidden below a head of messy brown hair, those eyes taunted him.

"Why did you... I'm not normal, look at me, you shouldn't have saved me," He said quietly.

"Dude, I dunno what's up with all of you CreepyPasta, but looks just don't matter. Think about it. Anyone can kill, looks don't have any say in it. And..." He glanced over, "Yer kinda cute. In a weird way, if that makes sense."

"... You know about CreepyPasta?" He asked, slowly hugging his arms together.

"Yeah. I'm dating one."

A pause. A long eternity of a pause. Waiting for the "haha sike" that should come from his mouth. 

It didn't.

"You're lying."

He chuckled. "Nah. Wouldn't do that to ya." He tapped his fingers. "I'm Sans, by the way. What's your name?"

"... Jack. Eyeless Jack."

Sans offered a smile. "Now, bud, I'd say get some rest. You look all blue."

He nodded, leaning against the door. He was still shivering.

~~~~~~

When he awoke again, it was finally warm. Not a blistering summer day warm, where he would still wear masks and hoodies just to keep his face from the cameras. This was a pleasant heat, hugging him like the blanket did. And he was comfy. That never happened.

The ceiling was spotted with little paint specs. He never saw those during the day. The houses he raided were always engrossed in the darkness that he grew so accustomed to. He'd never dare risk a light on during his hunting hours.

The couch he found himself upon was a dark brown, plush and think, letting his weight sink in. New. Still fairly new. He sat up, several blankets falling from his body in the process.

A living room. Filled with a few couches, a T.V on the wall with a stepping stool leading up to the T.V. On played an animated show, a children's one, where some pink or purple dog was screaming in horror at something. Several frames hung on the walls next to the T.V, though they were too far for him to distinguish what they were.

Sudden movement caught his eye. A little girl, with a trail of blood running down from her forehead, stared at him. He stared back.

"You're awake," She said.

"I am," He agreed.

She nodded, as if confirming it, then looked back at the T.V.

Eyeless Jack glanced back, carefully. Now that he noticed it, several knives, one of them bloodied, were thrown onto a nearby coffee table.

"Is he awake?" Sans yelled out from another room.

"Me?" Eyeless Jack asked, pointing to himself despite the skeleton being absent from the room.

"Yes. You awake bud? And if yer say no we got some problems."

"Yeah."

In walked the skeleton, holding a small bowl of steaming food. He motioned with his head towards the girl, and she giggled before jumping off the couch and scampered out of the room.

"She was curious, we haven't gotten a new 'pasta in a couple of months." Sans said, shrugging. "And I brought you soup."

Oh, right. Eyeless Jack would kill to eat normal food again. If only.

"I can't eat that," He muttered.

"Oh." Sans looked down. "I thought you could eat organs."

Eyeless Jack's mouth dropped open.

"So uh... good news bad news situation," Sans said, shuffling towards the cannibal. "I found out what you can eat, so I made a soup imitation with blood and organs. And by that I mean I told my boyfriend to while I went into another room because it smelled... yeah." During this whole time, he had his gaze focused anywhere but the bowl in his hand. "Bad news is that I found out because you've been a rising threat and the Police raised their budget to find you. Undyne really shouldn't have made Alphys her password for her files, super easy to break into." He muttered the last part to himself, before perking up again. "Anyways, I got food."

He cupped the bowl gently once Sans handed it to him, staring down. Carefully cut chunks of organs floated within warmed up blood. Organ soup.

He never even thought of becoming creative with his food. He never had the time or safety to. Yet here he was, looking at organ soup made by a guy who didn't even bat an eye at the idea of it. Looking at him like he was just another guest.

"Why are you so... nice?" He asked quietly, "I'm a serial killer, you should have left me for dead."

"I should probably explain further. I'm Sans, the guy who's dating a serial killer and adopted another. My home is open to people who have no where else to go." He placed a hand on his chest, offering a comforting look to Eyeless Jack. "I can't say I support all random murders, but I can understand why a lot of CreepyPasta feel the need to lash out at a world that doesn't support them. So I give that support."

Eyeless Jack stared in silence. A man, a normal monster, was dating a serial killer. Adopted that girl. And didn't hesitate to feed Eyeless Jack organs.

"Where did you get these?" He asked quietly, pointing down at them.

"Boyfriend. He has a big collection of bodies." Sans pointed. "You okay with that, or should I get more? He has plenty."

"No, no, this is perfect," Eyeless Jack said quickly.

It wasn't bad. It just tasted like organs in blood. But he ate every bite, ever so hungry, practically golfing it down. He was almost prepared to scatter out of the house before realizing that he didn't have to run this time. There wasn't going to be any witnesses that'd talk, or any body he had to worry about.

Sans tilted his head. "You good now?"

"Yes. Uh... Thank you."

The words felt foreign. Forced. This is the longest he's had a conversation in the last year.

The skeleton only offered a big grin. "Don't worry 'bout it. And you can stay as long as you want. Some people just pop by, and some others like to stay here. I have a few extra beds you can sleep on for the night, though I am going to have to run through some safety stuff for ya. We have code words if any cops show up, and a safe place to gather. And, if you do end up staying here for an extended period of time, we do have a chores list."

It was all so sudden. A steady food source. A warm place to stay. He could only stare in awe, then doubt. No way this was real. It was all too... comforting, in a way. Eyeless Jack didn't have a nice life. He lived on roads, under bridges, in the woods. Always scared and paranoid.

Then, out of a corner of the room, a tall man peaked his head out. Definitely a CreepyPasta, judging by his teeth and height. Not to mention that intense stare and clown like outfit.

He looked familiar. Was he...

No way. That was Laughing Jack? How? Wasn't he banished or something?

"Potato," He said quietly, "Pst, potato."

"Hm?" Sans asked, turning around.

Eyeless Jack's eyes darted back and forth between them. Potato...? 

"Bean wants to see you," He said, stepping out of the way, holding a small wrapped bundle of cloth within his arms.

"Aw, bring her over."

The clown walked over, eyeing Eyeless Jack carefully, before he handed off the bundle of cloth to Sans. The skeleton chuckled, holding it ever so gingerly as he tilted it. "Want to meet her?" He asked Eyeless Jack. "She's our little girl. Me and Jack's. His name is also Jack, by the way."

Sure enough, in that little pile of blanket, was a baby.

A baby skeleton, chewing on her own fingers as she stared up with big eye sockets. Transparent blue and gray hair hung to her skull, and she was wearing dark blue pajamas with stars imprinted onto them.

Sans, with an expression of pure love - an expression Eyeless Jack had never seen in ages - looked down at his daughter.

"Her name's Bean," He said, quietly. "Bean. Our little joy. She's a few months old."

Bean cooed, before giggling and reaching out for Sans. He obliged, sticking a finger towards her. The moment it was within reach, she snagged onto it with two small hands, and immediately begun to lightly nibble it too.

"You had a kid with... with him? Knowing what he is?" Eyeless Jack asked carefully.

"Yeah. I know it's hard to get used to at first, but I don't mind anyone being a serial killer. I provide a sanctuary of sorts to CreepyPasta. So they don't have to wonder around and wonder if they'll ever sleep warm again, if they will have to starve tomorrow." He tilted his finger, and Bean continued her little attack on him. "Anyone is welcome here. Gore and blood and all."

Eyeless Jack didn't know what to do. His words fell silent.

And he just stared.