A/n: Pinksterz!💕

This is a loooong sorry for you! I still can't believe why I did not lock this, since it's longer than the locked ones, but I guess I'm too scared of my dear pinksterz💕 that I can't help but keep on writing. XD

Anyways, while you're at it, why don't you try guessing what movie inspired me to write this kinda creepy, but not really, oneshot? 😄

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She glanced back on her magenta wristwatch, watching the mechanically supported movement of the minute hand on its travel around time. She was currently waiting for her husband to pick her up from work, but it seemed he's a tad late. Alright, an hour late that is.

She sighed, switching the position of her feet, anxiously in a non-locomotor motion. It had always been like this, she wasn't at all bothered, however. But of course, she couldn't help but feel at the brink of being neglected.

At the sound of a car's tire skidding her way, she shot her head up to see a familiar blue car approach her. 'Finally.' She thought, perking up, her smile beaming brightly as always as she gazed at the car's tinted window upon it braking to a halt. She stood her ground, however, as if expecting something else would happen, but seeing that she wouldn't receive anything more than a click to signify the unlocking of the car's door, she frowned once more.

She opened the passenger seat's car door to reveal her husband at the driver's seat, his snow white pinpricks engrossed on the black smartphone he held. Huffing, she climbed in, seating to her comfort. "Hello, sweetie!" she greeted cheerfully, hoping it'd catch his attention, only to receive a low nod, and a slight frown from him, before tucking his phone in his pocket, and starting the car up.

They drove on with only the sound of the radio news could be heard between them, and the quiet pitter-patter of raindrops, gently splashing down their car window. Frisk stared at the skeleton beside her before transferring her gaze to the window beside her, watching trees, fields, and houses slide by.

Arriving to the cozy house they call as their home, the woman climbed out of the car, closing her eyes shut, letting the rain fall down her face. "You'll catch a cold." She heard Sans grunted, whilst proceeding to enter their house. Frisk pouted for a while, giving the door he went through an eye roll, 'Like you'd care.'

Going into their home, she wasn't surprised to see the skeleton heading for the refrigerator in search for a bottle of ketchup. It was quite a relief to her that he had high 'ketchup-intolerance', so it wouldn't be a problem for her.

She went upstairs to change to much comfortable clothes, dropping her bag on the side of the door to their bedroom. After changing to her pajamas, she immediately plopped face first to their soft bed, and before she knew it, she was fast falling to slumber, dead tired the whole day.

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Creeaak...

She lifted one of her eyelids at the strange peculiar sound. Their door was not left ajar, and Sans was nowhere even near the room, so what could've caused that creaking sound? She stood up, checking every corner in search for the source. While in every place she assumed was left completely surfed, one massive object was yet to be looked upon. It was their wardrobe.

Curious, but nervous at the same time, she opened it to reveal nothing but neatly hung dresses, blouses, and coats. Even shoes are arranged in an organized manner at the base of the closet.

Just as she was about to close its doors, however, she heard the creak, not far from where she stood. In a frantic, but careful way, she placed her ear unto the surface of the back of the wardrobe, and was surprised to hear the sound coming from there.

Quick as a kangaroo, she closed the closet shut, and started pushing the huge wardrobe to the side in increased effort. Her eyes widened at the sight of a tiny square door stuck right below to the wall. The size of the said door could fit one person in, however, in a crawling position. With caution, she opened the already slightly ajar door, and was much shocked to see an adoringly lit and decorated passageway, its walls resembling the starry cosmos.

Biting her bottom lip, she was a bit unsure to go further. 'What if Sans would look for me?' Yet she shook the worried feeling away, and started crawling right in.

She left the small door open, just in case, and as she went deeper, deeper down the tight lane, her ears caught the soothing music of a piano coming from the other square door she happened to land her gaze on. Slowly, she pushed the door open to see her... back in their bedroom?

'Wait, what is going on?' was she crawling in circles this whole time?

Crawling outside of the tiny door, she stood straight, dusting herself neat, and again, heard classical piano pieces being played down stairs. She did remember they owned a piano in the living room. Was her husband playing at this moment?

She left the room, and went downstairs, to indeed see a certain skeleton playing the piano, his back facing her direction. She was a bit confused, but at the same time, felt soothed by the touching music, so she just waited for him to finish right at the doorway, when suddenly, she heard a 'ding!' sound coming from the kitchen.

Sans quickly stood up, and ran for the oven, grabbing the mitts, and taking out a casserole from the said appliance. As he placed it on the table to cool it down, he was a bit bewildered to hear someone call out to him in a soft voice, "Sans?"

What she could never believe at this moment however, was the fact that he'd cook after all the ignoring acts he did. But after he shot his head up to look at her, she felt the beating of her soul stop, and swore she could faint at how pale she was. This wasn't her Sans, no. This man in the kitchen was no doubt a skeleton, but the terrifying thing is that instead of eye sockets, two huge black buttons were sewn in place of his eye holes.

He resembled much of a realistic doll, I suppose.

"S-sans...?" she slowly backed away, and the skeleton took note of that, sending a wave of worry throughout his spine. As she was about to turn and make a run for it, she froze at the sense of someone hugging her from behind, along with his whisper, "Please don't be afraid. I won't hurt you, Frisk. I would never."

In a horrified, and unsure stance, she slowly turned to look at him, her honey-glazed golden orbs receiving the same terrified gaze of his buttons. She paused, her hand reaching to land her palms unto his ivory cheeks, "Sans, is that you?"

He chuckled, either from her question, or the touch, but answered, "You could say, yes, I'm really the Sans you knew, but in another reality. I know who you are as well, Frisk, so I wouldn't dare do anything to harm the one person I loved everlastingly."

The Sans in front of her felt very different from the Sans she knew, but she couldn't help but feel much better in this Sans' arms. It felt very loving, and attentive, compared to her husband's embrace, if he did hug her that is. A smile crept to her soft pink lips, attempting to dodge the current topic, she beamed curiously, "What were you cooking?"

"Oh, uh." A blue tint bloomed upon his cheeks at the realization that he left his dish unattended. He teleported to the kitchen, with his wife still in his arms, right in front of the table where the casserole was placed, "It's quiche." He finally replied.

"Aww, I missed your quiche. You barely do it nowadays." She giggled, rolling her eyes.

"I do?" he smirked, "But I'm not that Sans." He seated her on one of the dining chairs, and headed off to grab some plates, and silverware.

"You haven't eaten dinner today, right?" he pointed out, followed by her stomach grumbling, "I'll take that as a yes." He casually winked, turning her all flustered in shades of red.

He gave her a plate of his quiche, and headed to sit on his chair with his own plate of food. He watched her shoving some of the quiche to her mouth, and smiled to see her clearly enjoying it.

"It's so good!" she squealed, taking more bites of the dish, gaining a chuckle from the skeleton.

"Glad ya like it." He grinned, beginning to eat his quiche. All the while they took plenty of bites, they also spent the entire dinner talking about how their day went, and as well as throwing clever puns at each other.

Everything ended with the occasional "I got to go.", and sad goodbyes, but for some reason, each day would continue on a strange cycle, in which she does her daily routine in the real world, her husband still ignoring her, she goes to work, arrives at home and crawls down the small door, meeting up with the loving Sans in the other side, and finally going back to the reality she first existed in.

With every moment they'd spent with each other, Frisk's soul yearned to stay close to him forever, and would love to do anything to not leave the other world behind. She wasn't actually prepared, however, for what it takes to really live with him.

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She quietly tiptoed behind the skeleton, who was currently playing yet another beautiful piece for the piano. He didn't expect for his wife to suddenly tackle him to a hug from behind, much to his surprise. "Dear, you're home early." He chuckled, kissing her arm as she embraced tightly. She laughed a bit, smiling excitedly on the word 'home'.

"I got tired." She sighed, letting go of the hug, as Sans stood up in front of her.

"Is that so? Are you too tired to give me the honor of dancing with you?" he grinned, his blue magic continuing to play the piano, as his hand reached for hers in hopes of acceptance. She gladly took his hand, smiling ever so brightly at the man before her, "Never tired for a dance from you of course." In all honesty and generally, she was never tired of him, so would much obliged do whatever he asks for.

Gracefully had they done minutes of expert waltzing, their movements in sync with each other, their eyes only on theirs, as they rhythmically halted with a slow dance, their foreheads lovingly placed on their partner's. They danced silently, with only the music of the piano softly echoing throughout the living room.

That was, until Frisk broke the silence, "I wish I could live with you forever."

"You are already living with me." He chuckled.

"No, I meant, with you. This you. I want to be with you in all eternity."

Her husband smiled at her words, for he to, wished for her to stay beside him. He was actually waiting all along for her to say those words, as he reached for something in his pocket. There, he held out a small velvet box, placing it on her hand. Her eyes sparkled gleefully, wondering whatever could be inside.

"It's for you."

She took this as a signal for her to open the container. When she did, however, she was utterly confused to see that instead of a piece of jewelry which she knew as a symbol of one's love, her gaze landed on two black buttons, neatly placed in the cushions of the box.

"What is this?" she asked, her tone a bit shaky. Why does she feel uncomfortable all so suddenly?

"I told you, it's for you. They're soul sewn buttons. By placing them on, you are accepting our souls sewn together." He smiled cheerfully, staring at her, "You want to be with me, am I wrong? Well..." he paused, placing her hand in his, "If you truly love me, and that you wanted to stay forever, give up your pretty eyes." He cooed, his fingers tracing the side of her right eye.

"W-why? What do you want with them?" she was on an alert stance, and Sans could feel her shoulders stiffen, which made him gaze at her with the same look he did the first time they met. That dreaded look of worry.

"Oh, don't be afraid," again with those words, "You trust me, don't you? I'm only asking you one simple thing, and you could live with me forever." He reassured, rubbing his thumb on her cheek.

As expected, she was uncertain. I mean, come on! Giving up her eyes is like giving up your whole life, your sight. Into buttons, dang, dude, that's even crazy insane!

She pulled away from his hold, and turned away from him, a bit surprised he didn't try to stop her this time. "I'll think about it." She muttered in a sad tone, before proceeding to leave the area. As she crawled through the passage, she couldn't help but notice the sensation of pain, sorrow, and... Sinister?

The following night, she was in her bedroom. She gazed up to the ceiling deep in thoughts of his question. Fear was visible throughout her entire being, and the excitement of going back washed away by the floods of anxiety.

She made up her mind.

As stupid as this sounds, she went back to the other world to give him her answer. She had once loved that man, and so she would like to see him one last time.

When she arrived, however, for some reason, she expected that the atmosphere present across the entire area would change into an unpleasant one, but didn't know it would be this bad. She irked at the scent of something rotten (What could that 'something' be?), and the hallways darkening. Amidst all terrifying things, however, the sound of the admiring music being played on a piano did not change, as she gazed at Sans, engrossed on playing.

Her gaze widened at the sight of him, part of his once tidy clothes were stained and torn, and his fingers that expertly hit every key in perfect harmony was long and razor sharp. She noticed him twitching every now and then, hearing low snarls.

"You came." He smirked in a slightly raspy voice, turning to look at her, his grin in sharp rows of teeth, but his buttons still shimmering clean. "Yes." She tried her best to look courageous and determined, shaking off the horrified scream she wanted to let out, "And I would not like to give up my eyes."

"Is that so?" the piano continued to play whilst he stood up to walk towards her, "Which pretty much meant you don't want to be with me anymore?"

She slowly backed away, realizing her foolishness to come back, "I-I loved you, Sans! Yet I would prefer if you respect my wishes." She whimpered.

"But isn't staying by my side was what you wished for?" he growled in a dark tone.

She paused, and now appeared to be frightened... especially when her focus landed on the piano, finally knowing why it was playing the entire time. A transparent wispy-looking Frisk, who looked so much like her, with buttons for her eyes, had her neck twisted, her head facing her direction, holding up a soulless expression, whilst her hands were tremendously playing with the piano's keys. "Run." She murmured in warning.

The terrified Frisk took off, running for the stairs. As she came upon three steps on the staircase, however, a sharp-fingered hand pulled one of her leg, causing her to scream a bit at the touch.

"You are never returning to that place!" he slurred, but groaned after the woman kicked his skull to let her leg go free. She dashed ahead, watching as the halls were now walled up with bones, slowly closing in to tighten the whole hallway. She sprinted as fast she could, ignoring his ear-piercing yells of, "Don't go, Frisk!!"

She arrived to the bedroom just as the bone walls closed in. She was about to crawl down the tiny door, when she heard the bedroom doorway destroyed, with Sans appearing out of nowhere, his right side dismembered from being crushed by the walls. 'Go, Frisk, go!' she yelled in her mind in panic, quickly entering the small passageway.

The tight hall no longer looked like a starry night, but a dark greenish moss-like textured wall was what surrounded it, much to her suspense, and dread by the unexpected stench.

"Home." Just as relief was about to drown her in at the sight of the other open doorway-

"DoN't YoU lOvE mE?" he wistfully asked right in front of her face, as his fingers reached for her eyes.

"Aaaaaaaaah!" she screamed in a groundbreaking tone, her body shooting up from bed.

Sans, who was asleep right beside her the whole time, jerked awake by his wife's shriek. He sat up to see her awake, her hands holding on to her eyes as if she was afraid it'd pluck out. At the sight of this, he immediately got worried, pulling her to a tight embrace.

"Hey, hey, shh..." he cooed in her ear for comfort, "It's just a dream, dear, calm down, I'm right here."

His voice alarmed the lady, however, and as soon as she saw who it was, she screamed in horror once more, desperate to pull away. A bit shocked by her actions, he understood he may have something to do with her nightmare, so he kept hugging her close, petting her soft chocolate brown hair, "It's me, Sans! It's only a dream, whatever happened isn't real."

"Please don't take my eyes." She whimpered, a bit tired, but still shaken.

"What? No." he tried hard not to laugh, "Why would I steal them away, when they're much prettier on your sockets. Besides, I don't need any."

She paused at his tone. Slowly, she looked up to see his hollow pitch black eye sockets, all lit up by beautiful shimmering snowy pearl white pinpricks. She immediately realized her husband.

"Sans?" she called out.

"Yes?"

"S-sans!" she wailed, wrapping her arms around him, as tears slowly slid down her fairly pale toned cheeks upon acknowledging the familiar warm embrace of her skeleton. He received it understandably, hugging her back while rubbing circles behind her.

"Shh, don't cry. I'm here now."

"Sans, I love you, and you only."

"I love you too, Frisk." He smiled, not quite understanding why she had to add an 'only'.

"I won't ever leave you Sans. I'm sorry for being impatient!"

"No, I should be the one apologizing." He whimpered, "I'm sorry for being too busy at work to notice you. But thank you for being patient with me, I love you so much, Frisk."

"B-but I—"

"Hey, you haven't eaten dinner yet." He interrupted her, remembering how she fell fast asleep while he was watching TV, drinking ketchup, "I didn't have time to make your favorite quiche, since it was getting late, so I ordered pizza." He blushed in embarrassment.

Frisk smiled, and was a bit relieved. She wasn't up for quiche at the moment.

"That's fine. Let's eat." She obliged, standing up.

"Yes, let's, heh." He grinned, heading for the door.

No doubt, she loved this Sans. One who's aware she was waiting, and so in return, he waits, but goes back to his simple self, right after. He knew they loved each other no matter how distant they seemed.

They were already sewn in the first place, there's no need for soul sewn buttons.