~~~(Y/N) POV~~~

Quick building layout, GO! I live in a warn down hotel that is next to a storage unit. I use the storage unit to store food, water, guns, ammo, and other weapons that aren't guns. The hotel room that I live in is draped with blankets and pillows. IT IS COMFORTABLE SO SHUD AP!!

Okay, so I was drawing a bleeding rose with my Copic markers when I hear a KABOOOM from the building next to me. My stuff! NUUU!  I think when I realize that it came from my storage unit. I rush out to a window to see three figures coming out of the dust. One of the figures was short and the other two were tall. Sans, Papyrus, and Undyne. I think as I run back to my room to grab my emergency bag.

I use to know them before the barer was opened. They have changed so much since then. Now part of the biggest monster run mafia groups out there. They are a part of The Royal Sword. Frisk and the royal family runs that group, hens the name. How they got in, I don't know. It probably has something to do with there connection with Frisk, Toriel, and Asgore.

I grab my emergency bag that is filled with food, water, and some survival stuff like fire starters and some knives. I also grab my Katana that I forged myself. This baby has been tempered 5 times.I'm pretty sure it can cut through anything. (A/N: Keep away from Chara) I get to the lobby and run out the doors trying to get as far away from this place as I possibly could.

I get a decent 5 miles away from the building, and I am no longer running. None the less, I still stay on high alert. My ears are twitching from left to right. Trying to pick up any noise that would indicate that they were following me.

 I started to relax and everything went down hill. I was picked up by a blue energy and held immobile in the air, so I couldn't unsheathe my katana. I was forced to look at the user of the magic, even though I already know who it is.

"hello doll~" Sans says in a seductive voice.

"Hi Sans." I make sure to say his name with venom in my voice to make it clear that I wasn't happy to see him.

"Aww, is that any way to greet an old pal?" Sans asks in a whiny, disappointed tone.

"We aren't pals. That title was tossed out the window when you joined The Royal Sword." I say with anger clear in my voice. Sans seemed a little offended when I said that.

He then gets this look. The look that says he is about to make a vary poor life choice. "Good night (Y/N)~" I look at him in confusion, "Wha-" I was cut off by a blue light and I blacked out.

A/N

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of the story. I know it is short but I was a little rushed to get some thing out for... really anyone who is willing to read this. As far as I know only 1 person has read this so I wanted to get something out. 

I'm so lonely.