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Your boots squish in the rain puddles as you grip your umbrella tighter, you mutter something under your breath, but it was so quiet, your not even sure what you just said.

Your breath produces a mist as you breathe. You fasten your pace, who knows what could be out here. You just realise the situation your in.

Your intoxicated, wandering the streets on a dark, raining night.
You hiccup every now and again; it hurts your chest.

You realise you won't be able to get home like this so you stop at a payphone and call up a cab. Hopefully they'll come soon.

You lean against the wall hoping you had more liquor, your throat felt dry and your mind felt dizzy.
You turn your head and see a hooded figure come out of the shadows of a nearby alleyway. You don't figure much until they start approaching you, in a panic, you frantically search your bag.

You grip some pepperspray in your hand but don't do anything; in case they're nice.
You grab out your phone and pretend to look at it, staring the figure down. Suddenly you see a bright light flash from your hand onto the ground, with cracks appearing.

The person just threw your phone on the ground.

"H-Hey!" You argue.
They pin you to the wall and grab the hand with the pepperspray and throw it to the ground. You swallow your saliva.

At this point they might as well hold a gun to your head. Instead they grab your bag and search through your wallet. You just stare.
He grabs a fifty you got from work. That fired something in you.

"G-Give that back!" You say reaching for your bag. They slap you to the wall and hold a knife to your throat.
You swallow your saliva and let sweat drip down your forehead.

You bite your lip and begin to whimper.
"Shut up." They mumble.
You stare at the street.

It's like you somehow sobered up enough to gain energy. 'Screw the cab' you begin to think. As you stare at it.

You raise your knee and hit them in the crotch. You bolt as soon as they flinch.
You leave your bag and run. However, it's a lot harder to run in the rain; on the slippery pavement.

You take a quick right and decide the alley would be a faster shortcut. You jump over garbage people have left and run as raindrops hit your head and drip down your cheeks to your chin.

You stop for a break, you gain your breath and look at your surroundings. Your head begins to pound as your face flinches. You hear something then look up; in the distance is the hooded figure.

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"HEY!" They exclaim; their voice is deep and husky, you can assume it's a male. That doesn't really matter though.

You look and then bolt again; you're a lot slower than last time, that break ruined your runners-high. Suddenly you're pulled back as something grips your wrist firmly.

"You're a persistant little rat, aren't ya?" They scowl, holding the blade even closer to your throat. "Where's all your cash?"

You grit your teeth.
"Right where you left it."
He lowers the knife to shake your head violently, then places it in the exact same position; "NO." He growls.

"It was only a fifty. Where's all your money?" He says, angrily. You can hear him breathe.
"That's all I have!" You explain; "I'm poor! I get paid fifty every second week, okay?" You sigh. They slide the blade back in their pocket and grab you by your hair and shake you violently.

"Hey." A familiar voice says from a distance.
You squint and make out a plump figure and something glowing.

"Drop them." He says, approaching.
"Excuse me?" Your predator growls.

The figure walks to the light and you can see them better.
It's Sans.
Except...

His eye is glowing a light blue; like an aqua colour.
"Do you wanna have a bad time?" He scowls.

The guy has a blue hue around him; like you did the other day and suddenly some force is pushing him to the wall, you swear you heard a crack of some kind. Suddenly, the hue disappears.
As does the colour of Sans' eye.
Sans shrugs. "I warned ya."

You just stare in awe.
"I've really been working myself down to the bone." Sans grunts.
You let out a snort.

"You 'aight?" Sans asks, you nod.
"Yeah."

He wraps his boney hand around yours. Except yours is plump from flesh and muscle covering the bone.
His hand is cold.

"Where do you live?" He asks, you look down at him.
"I wanna make sure you get home safe, after THAT." Sans shrugs.
You nod, "Right."
You guide him to your house and unlock the front door to your apartment; your welcome by the sounds of chirping.

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"Darian, hello." You say filling their food and water bowl.
"D-Darian?" Sans says, confused.

"My bird." You explain

"How can you act like this?" Sans asks.
You stare at him, "Like what?"

"You just got assaulted and you're feeding your bird like nothing happened." He says, rubbing his face from stress.

"Well. Darian doesn't need to know about that." You say, smiling; but you narrow your eyes.
"It's a bird."

"Darian loves me, I can't let her know. Plus; she's a smart bird." You giggle; smiling at them.

"It's late." You point out.

"Feel free to crash on the couch." You say as you remove your jacket.

You open your bedroom door and lie on the bed, tired out.

'God.' You think,
'What a day.'