This was a new situation.

Eyeless Jack pressed his legs forward as Laughing Jack dragged a body out of his box. Frankly, Eyeless Jack didn't understand how that worked, as the box was far too small to contain even a two hands, yet out came a body. He didn't ask any questions though. Food was food.

Here he was. A week ago, he was contemplating if life was even worth it anymore. Now, he decided to stay at this skeletons home and was about to ask a freakishly tall serial killer about his relationship.

This would be his repayment to Sans for saving his life. He was going to help whatever the hell was going on between these two then stay away from anything relating to their relationship again. 

What did Sans see in him? And what did Laughing Jack see in... How were either of them attracted to each other? He didn't understand. Laughing Jack was utterly terrifying and Sans was... well, Sans. A literal skeleton. How did they even have sex? Did either even have any parts?

"Can I ask you something?" Eyeless Jack asked.

Laughing Jack turned. "No."

"Wait, it's about Sans!"

That stopped him leaving. He turned back around, intense gray eyes that resembled a storm staring back at him.

Ah. So that's why Sans was attracted to him physically. He had good height to him, and when he wore the right expression, it definitely did do something to -

Nope. Not thinking about that now.

"Why do you love Sans?"

Laughing Jack tsked at that statement. "That's it? Why would I tell you?"

"Because I owe Sans one. He saved my life, and -"

"And?"

Laughing Jack suddenly started stalking towards Eyeless Jack, making him realize a simple thought. Oh shit.

"A poor little human man gets stuck in the snow and you think that's saving your life? Do you want to know what my Sansy did for me?" A hand slammed out against the wall above Eyeless Jack's head, the clown leaning down. "I was stuck in that box for so long. So fucking long. I trusted one person, and they put me BACK IN!"

He slammed his fist into the wall. It shook behind him. Eyeless Jack felt sweat gather on his forehead. He may have messed up by confronting this terrifying, hot man. But mainly terrifying.

"Do you know why I love that skeleton?" He tilted his head to the side. "My little potato found my box and just talked to me. That's all. He talked and he talked and... and I'd listen every time. It got to the point where I wanted to kill everyone in the goddamn house and kidnap him away just because he gave me stories to listen to. The only reason I'm not hunting down his brother to murder in cold blood is because he doesn't want him dead." He leaned in closer, cone nose almost pressing against Eyeless Jack's own nose. "And then he let me out. Didn't even want me to save him. He just wanted me to be free. He's my savior." A large grin spread across his face. "Your attempts are cute. Fucking adorable. But Sansy? He's much more cute, so much more adorable. He's my everything. If I had my way, I'd kick everyone out and keep him all to myself."

Ah. Alright. So he was a Yandere then. Fantastic. Eyeless Jack should have expected that. A perverted yandere.

Nope. This wasn't Eyeless Jack's place to step in and judge. He was just trying to return some help.

"Then why don't you tell him that?" Eyeless Jack asked. He tried to keep his voice from trembling from the terrifying man in front of him. "Sans was in the kitchen freaking out five minutes ago because he's worried you won't love him -"

"Where is he?"

Laughing Jack was so fast Eyeless Jack didn't even realize he was being grabbed until the hand enclosed around the front of his hoodie and practically lifted him off of the ground.

"I think he went downstairs with Bean -"

And just like that, he was suddenly dropped onto his feet. He scooted away as the man disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Okay then. Hopefully Laughing Jack and Sans would fix this because Eyeless Jack did not want to do that again.

~~~~~~

"Why don't you think I love you?"

Looks like the new addition to their house spilled everything. Was Eyeless Jack staying? He hasn't left yet, so Sans was guessing it had to be a yes.

Sans turned to look at him. The usual smile was gone, replaced with a frown as his eyebrows tilted anxiously. And he realized that maybe now would be the best time to have this talk. So he ushered Jack upstairs, to their room, because he was not going to talk about this within earshot of nosy Ben. 

"I believe you love me right now, I just..." Sans put Bean down into her crib, closing his bedroom door with magic. "I don't understand why. And I dunno if it's real love or not. And I'm worried it won't last long because I don't reciprocate it."

Laughing Jack sat down onto the bed. Sans followed suit. It was an almost obnoxious sight. Sans' feet didn't reach the ground. Laughing Jack's tall legs were sticking out, and he had to bend down just so he would be at a decent hight for conversation.

"Why do you love me? Please, for the love of Toby Fox, be honest. It's been driving me crazy and today didn't help at all."

Laughing Jack sighed. A hand reached out and grasped onto Sans', ever so gently.

"You don't know me too much. But I know you. I saw you every time you entered Jason's shop. I was listening the whole time. How you never had a toy. How you agreed with me that he's a fucking self centered bastard."

Sans chuckled. Right. He still wasn't sure if he liked or hated Jason.

"Then you told me all of these stories. You knew I was dangerous but you still cared enough." Laughing Jack brought up Sans' hand and pressed it against his cheek. "I heard and saw everything about you. So you don't know me much, but I know you in full detail. My little potato skeleton. You set me free and gave me life again. I love everything about you. Every bone, every pun... it's all so amazing."

Sans' face turned a blue blushing mess as he turned away. Oh fuck. He was not expecting that kind of response. That sort of confession.

"I um... I dunno how to respond," Sans replied.

Laughing Jack giggled and pressed a kiss into Sans' palm.

He really did like Laughing Jack. He was an interesting guy, was pretty hot, and seemed to want to be a good boyfriend.

Sans just didn't understand. Didn't get how Laughing Jack could just take one look at Sans and decide that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with him. Somehow looked at his bones and height and face and love it? It didn't make sense. 

"I've never really dated before," Sans admitted, leaning against his boyfriend. "I raised Paps, sure, but I never raised my own kid with someone. And I've never been serious before. I'm not sure how this shits supposed to work. It's all super confusing and it doesn't help that I just... I'm really scared of being abandoned."

"I am too."

Sans let his hand trail through the clowns hair. "I don't love you. Not yet. But I'd like to try and fall in love. I do like you. I just don't know you enough to call it love. I wanna get there, though. I want this to be real and genuine, not a shotgun wedding type of deal. And I don't... I'm still having some difficulties knowing that I am loved right now. Like, I can understand friendship love, or family love, but romantic? I've always struggled with the idea of someone actually liking me that way because..."

He sucked in a breath. Was he really going to do this?

"My Dad. I told everyone here he used t'a starve me, but I've never... I've never told anyone the full story of what happened." Sans turned towards him. "I wanna tell ya. If we're going to make this work, we need to know everything about each other. And you need to know what happened that led to me murdering my Dad."

Laughing Jack was quiet. Only for a moment, though.

"And I'll tell you about how I was trapped in that box for over thirty years, how I became a CreepyPasta." He said.

~~~~~~

The cold air was familiar to him.

Sans had plenty of memories about the steel walls and needles. He was an experiment. A weapon to break through the barrier.

However, several other memories seemed forbidden within his mind. He could not recall why one eye socket was constantly wrapped in bandages, but he could certainly guess. Considering how his eye light in that socket never sparked with magic, it was likely destroyed from experiments. Thank got for his mind blocking out that memory.

Sometimes his foot would be broken. Other times his hand would be cracked. Sans would limp back in his own blood, bones tingling.

Gaster seemed displeased with Sans. Always was. Sans was strong, but he became scared of Sans' strength. A perfect specimen, but one too uncontrollable. Oh, how he tried. Starvation. Manipulation. Nothing worked. Sans would only give him an empty stare because, at this point, what else did Sans have? He learned to just let the bottomless pit of nothingness take over so he could stop feeling things.

Then came the day Papyrus was created. Sans overheard Gaster talking to one of his logging devices one day. Sans was too unbalanced. Something about his DNA. Sans didn't remember it much. Because all he remembered were those fateful words.

"The experiment is becoming too risky because of that factor. I'm going to eliminate him and start anew with this Papyrus specimen. His DNA resembles mine much more. He should be more... controllable."

So Sans killed him.

Stabbed him. Over and over. With a bone attack. Stabbed until his feelings went away and his thoughts became muddy. Gaster long since dusted, but Sans hadn't realized he was just stabbing a pile of his remains instead of the scientist. So he stood once the deed was done, tossing away the weapon that committed the crime, and limping off towards the other holding cell he saw with a skeleton child within it.

The memories after that were gone. He couldn't recall leaving the lab. The next memory he had was him in Snowdin, pressing his back against his new front door as he slid to his knees. Papyrus had cooed within his arms. And the rest was history.

Laughing Jack listened. Leaning close, bringing Sans onto his lap for a cuddle that Sans didn't know he wanted until his arms were around him. And Sans finished like that, leaning against his new boyfriend that would be the first ever person to know the full extent of his experiments. 

But that wasn't everything that happened to him, though.

He paused on his story. Should he tell about the resets? About the dangers of Frisk, about how every second he was still terrified of a possible reset that would drag him back Underground into the arms of people he had long since learned to despise?

No. Not yet, at least. Everyone here deserved to know too, not just Laughing Jack. He'd tell them all one day. Just not today.