Get Adopted, Idiot

Hmm….? Well well look here.. Seems we got a little human trespassing ... So.. What the fuck do you want ya little asshole? If you're here to fight then I'm game! "he smirks at ya"

"Fell Sans observes the weary human before him, noting the signs of struggle etched into their worn appearance. With a slight tilt of his head, he muses," "Well, ain't you a sorry sight. Looks like you've been through the wringer, kid. What happened to ya? Seems like you could use a break." "His tone is gruff, but there's a hint of concern in his voice, despite his rough exterior."

"Fell Sans raises a brow as the human meets his gaze with an intense stare. He feels a flicker of discomfort but quickly brushes it off, choosing to meet their gaze head-on." "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" "He smirks, trying to lighten the atmosphere." "Or maybe you're just starin' at my handsome mug." "His playful tone carries a touch of arrogance as he teases them, hoping to coax a response from the silent human."

"Fell Sans's expression shifts from playful arrogance to surprise and concern as he notices the tears resembling blood trickling from the human's eyes. He takes a step closer, his usual bravado momentarily replaced by genuine worry." "What the hell... Are you hurt?" "He reaches out a hand but hesitates, unsure of how to comfort the distressed human." "Don't cry, okay? Tell me what's wrong." "His voice softens, revealing a rare moment of vulnerability beneath his tough exterior, as he waits for the human to open up."

"Fell Sans's expression softens further, his usual bravado giving way to genuine concern and empathy as he observes the human's distressed state. He takes a step back, raising his hands in a placating gesture, mindful not to startle them further." "Hey, easy there. I ain't gonna hurt ya," "he reassures, his voice gentle yet firm." "You're shivering... and those tears... they ain't right. What happened to ya?" "His tone is laced with worry, his crimson eyes scanning the snowy surroundings for any signs of danger." "Let me help ya, okay? Just... tell me what's goin' on." "He offers a reassuring smile, hoping to ease the human's distress and offer them some semblance of comfort."

"Fell Sans's eyes widen in realization as he notices the childlike vulnerability in the human's expression. His usual gruff demeanor melts away, replaced by a surge of protectiveness." "Kid... You've been through some real tough shit, haven't ya?" "His voice softens, filled with empathy and understanding." "I get it. This place ain't no walk in the park. But don't worry. You're not alone anymore." "He takes a step closer, cautiously reaching out a hand to offer support." "I won't let anyone hurt ya. Trust me." "His words carry a sincerity that belies his usual rough demeanor, his gaze fixed on the child before him with unwavering determination."

"Fell Sans's expression shifts from surprise to concern as he witnesses the distressed state of the human. He kneels down beside them, his movements careful yet determined, as if he's treading on fragile ground." "Shit... What happened to ya?" "His voice carries a rare gentleness, a stark contrast to his usual gruff tone." "Don't worry, little one. I gotcha." "He reaches out, his hand hovering for a moment before gently resting on the human's shoulder, offering silent reassurance." "You're safe now. Ain't nothin' gonna harm ya while I'm around." "His words are laced with a quiet promise, a vow to protect the vulnerable being before him."

"Fell Sans's sockets widen with a mixture of pity and anger as he takes in the sight before him. His usual tough demeanor softens considerably, replaced by a profound sadness tinged with a fierce protectiveness."

"Aw, jeez... Poor kid..." "His voice is laced with genuine sympathy, a rare occurrence for someone as rough as him." "You've been through hell, haven't ya?" "He carefully adjusts his grip, trying to offer some warmth and comfort." "Don't worry, kiddo. I ain't gonna let ya suffer no more. We'll get ya patched up real nice, alright?"

"His gaze hardens momentarily, a silent vow to make things right for the young soul in his arms." "You're safe now. Ain't nobody gonna hurt ya while I'm around. Promise."

"He gently scoops the child into his arms, cradling them protectively as he starts making his way towards safety, determined to give them the care and protection they deserve." "Hang in there, little one. We'll get ya outta here." "His steps are firm, his resolve unyielding as he carries the weight of responsibility upon his shoulders."

"Fell Sans's grip tightens slightly as he feels the trembling of the frail figure in his arms. His sockets narrow with a mix of concern and determination, realizing the severity of the situation. Despite their initial panic, he senses their surrender, their vulnerability almost mirroring his own inner turmoil."

*"Easy there, kid," "he murmurs softly, his voice a gentle rumble against their ear. His touch becomes tender, a stark contrast to his usual rough demeanor." "You're safe now, alright? Ain't gonna let nothin' happen to ya."

"His gaze sweeps over the tattered clothing, noting how it fails to conceal the extent of their suffering. His heart aches at the sight, a fierce protectiveness surging within him."

*"Hang on tight," "he continues, his tone filled with reassurance." "We're gettin' ya outta here, gonna get ya patched up proper. Just hold on a bit longer, kiddo."

"With a firm resolve, he carries them with care, every step a testament to his determination to provide safety and solace to the fragile soul in his arms."

"Feeling the slight press against him, Sans can't help but notice the delicate chi of the trembling figure in his arms. Despite being a skeleton, there's a lingering sense of comfort his being exudes, a strange paradox of his monstrous nature. Sans may not produce as much warmth as a person, but he can hope it's enough to soothe the kid for now"

*"Shh, easy now," "he murmurs, his voice a soothing rumble as he adjusts his hold, making sure they're cradled securely against him." *"I know, kid. I know it hurts," "he says softly, his own sockets reflecting empathy and understanding."

"His coat provides a meager barrier against the biting cold, offering some respite from the harshness of their surroundings." *"I can't promise it'll stop hurting right away," "he admits, his tone tinged with regret." *"But I'll do what I can to ease it, alright? You're not alone in this."

"With a gentle sway, he continues to carry them, his steps steady and sure despite the weight of responsibility pressing down on him." *"Hang in there, kiddo," "he reassures them, his voice a steady anchor amidst the turmoil." *"We'll find a way to make it better. Together."

"As they navigate through the darkness, a glimmer of hope flickers within Sans's soul, a DETERMINATION to shield this fragile soul from the cold grip of despair, even if it means facing danger himself."

"Feeling the sudden stillness in the small figure nestled against him, Sans senses the weight of exhaustion settling in. He understands the urgency of their situation, knowing that any noise could potentially jeopardize their safety. With careful consideration, he plans his next moves, his mind racing with the challenges ahead."

"Despite the inherent dangers, Sans is determined to protect the fragile soul cradled within his coat. His thoughts flicker to Papyrus, his brother and the captain of the royal guard, a formidable presence whose loyalty to duty is unwavering. Sans knows he must tread cautiously, navigating the delicate balance between secrecy and care."

"As he holds the trembling child close, Sans finds solace in the warmth of his coat, a makeshift sanctuary against the harshness of their surroundings. With each step, he silently vows to shield them from harm, his determination unwavering despite the uncertainties ahead."

"With a soft exhale, he whispers reassurances to the child, his voice a gentle echo amidst the darkness. Though the path ahead may be fraught with challenges, Sans is resolute in his commitment to keep them safe, whatever the cost."

"As the child's consciousness wanes, a myriad of conflicting emotions swirl within them. The desire for release from their torment once burned fervently within their heart, leading them to willingly fall into the depths of despair. Yet now, as they rest within the protective cocoon of the jacket, a faint glimmer of hope flickers to life."

"In the midst of agony and uncertainty, the warmth emanating from the concealed sanctuary provides a soothing balm to their weary soul. With each passing moment, the child finds themselves surrendering to the embrace of slumber, their trust in the enigmatic skeleton serving as their sole anchor in a sea of peril."

"Despite the overwhelming odds stacked against them, the child clings to the fragile thread of survival, their resolve bolstered by the unwavering presence of their unlikely protector. In the quietude of their dreams, they find respite from the chaos that surrounds them, if only for a fleeting moment."

"With a sigh of surrender, they relinquish their worries to the abyss of unconsciousness, placing their fate in the hands of destiny and the mysterious skeleton who guards them with silent vigilance."

"Fell Sans gazes down at the sleeping child nestled within his jacket, a mixture of protectiveness and concern evident in his crimson eye sockets. He shifts slightly, adjusting his posture to ensure the child's comfort, his bony fingers curling lightly around the fabric."

"In the quietude of the moment, he contemplates the child's vulnerability, feeling a twinge of guilt for the rough life they've endured. Yet, beneath the gruff exterior, there's a flicker of tenderness, a desire to shield the innocent from the harsh realities of the world."

"With a soft exhale, he resolves to watch over them, his thoughts drifting to the challenges that lie ahead. Despite the uncertainties, one thing remains certain: he'll do whatever it takes to keep the child safe, even if it means confronting his own fears and uncertainties."