Crackling and spitting arose me from drowsiness. Lifting my head from the soft pillow I was terrorifed at the sight. Sans was sat up scrunched up in a ball his figure shaking in the dim light of dusk. "Sans..." reaching out he seemed startled as his head jolted upwards showing a raging flame and streaming tears. "(F/N)" he mumbled so faintly I struggled to make out my name. Placing my hand on his shoulder I pulled him into a hug "No don't you'll get burnt " he desperately tried to escaped my grip. "We both know that's not true" I sighed holding him tightly he soon relaxed the flames diminishing but the tears still fell"It's ok just a bad nightmare again" I tried to comfort him as he lent against me. Dark circles were drawn under his eyes from the lack of sleep, these nightmares were becoming more constant. "Sans?" I called his name trying to capture his wavering attention. His irises looked up at me. "Why was the human paranoid of ghosts?" He understood what I was trying to do straight away. Shrugging he waited for an anwser "Because they were panarnoidmal" I smiled lightly as I felt small vibrations as he laughed.

Seeming less shaky and unfocused he tried his own joke "Ketchup wasn't always my favourite source" he started "Me and mustard were having quite a few meals together before I had a catch up with ketch up" from the unsureness of his tone I could tell it was one of his newer jokes. Smiling I let out a small tired laugh. Not his normal tummy hurting material but considering the state he's in recently I'd take any joke.

"Ready to tell me what happened?" I asked after a lingering silence his head lifted from my shoulder. His constant smiling face appear in my view as his hands clutched at my face. "All you need to know is I'm glad you're here" his teeth bopped my forehead in his skeleton kiss. Blushing I smiled at his sweetness but was still worried about what had happened to make him feel so uneasy. Such a distant look passed his irises "Sans" he refocused on me.

"Tell me in the morning Ok?" I begged desperate to know what was bothering him. He nodded tiredly and with that his arm was drapped over me his skull lent against my shoulder as he tried to get back to sleep. If I was him I'd be terrorifed to sleep. Placing a small kiss on his skull I fidgeted to get comfortable and soon enough was plunged into sleep.