V!Sans is owned by @/hammie-heart. Because he is apart of the Abyss Team and a lot of his stuff appears to have been deleted, I’ll put everything I can find on him here.
General/Valiant Souls:
Yousra’s last name.
Vampire Sans was inspired by old horror movie classics like Dracula and the Wolfman.
29 y/o V!Sans ref for Valiant Souls.
Before V & Faris’ soul separated.
Refs for characters in Valiant Souls. / Expanded ref.
Sketches & updates on V!Sans.
An ask.
V making puns and flirting (?) with Fox (Underbeats creator).
It was early morning on a Saturday, the day you agreed to meet your friend at the park. When you walked along the path to the park, you noticed a lump just a bit off the path on the other side of the playground. You walked over to investigate, only to realize the lump was actually a person. It was a man in ripped clothing, lying on his side as he shivered slightly. He looked unconscious, but you weren’t too enthusiastic to find out. But he did just look like he got jumped, which made you feel like you had to help him somehow.
“Sir?” You spoke loudly, trying to get his attention.
The man only stirred, groaning tiredly and painfully.
“Excuse me, sir? Are you okay?” You crouched down next to him.
He groaned again, but didn’t show any other signs that he was conscious.
“Oh, god.” You mumbled and you pulled out your phone and frantically called an ambulance. The man only groaned and moaned softly as you stayed with him, trying to get him up as you waited for the ambulance.
As they placed him on the gurney, you watched, just hoping that he would wake up. You forced your way onto the ambulance to ride with him to make sure that he was okay.
“Please, wake up.” You kept whispering under your breath.
They pulled up to the hospital and you followed the paramedics as they rushed him inside. You ended up in the waiting room as a doctor examined him.
Your phone went off and you saw that your friend was calling you.
“Where are you? I thought we were meeting at the park today.”
“Yeah, but I found a guy who was injured and now I’m waiting at the hospital to make sure he’s okay.” You answered.
“Oh my god. I hope he’s okay.”
“Me too.” You looked up to see a doctor approaching you. “I got to go. Talk soon.” You hung up and waited for the doctor to speak.
“Are you here for the unconscious John Doe?”
“Yes. Is he okay?”
“Yeah, everything’s fine, other than his blood pressure. It’s extremely high, most likely due to stress, but it’s steadily declining. He should be up sometime tonight.” The doctor smiled.
“Oh, thank god.” You said to yourself. “Thank you. Thank you so much.” You felt a weight lift off your shoulders.
“You can go visit him now.” The doctor said before leaving.
You slowly walked to the closed hospital door of the unknown man. You took a deep breath before opening the door and peering inside to see the man stirring slightly. You walked inside and closed the door behind you. You looked down at the unconscious man as you walked up to the bed.
He had a few scratches across his face that seemed old, but other than that, his face looked perfect. He had full pink lips and a thin nose. His brunette hair fell to his eyebrows, almost covering them completely. His eyes were still closed, but you would have bet all your money that he had some of the most beautiful eyes you’d ever seen. He didn’t appear to be over 22.
You sighed before taking a seat by the window. You spaced out as you stared out the window beside you. You briefly glanced at the man in the hospital bed whenever your thoughts came back to reality, but he never seemed to show signs of consciousness. You had even left a few times to eat, but there was no change.
You stood up and stretched, about to leave to go get dinner, but when you looked over at the man, he was sitting up.
“Are you okay, sir?” You asked as you rushed to the bed.
“I think so.” He furrowed his eyebrows. You were right. He had the most beautiful brown eyes that you had ever seen. They seemed soft and warm, but also had a hint of wildness behind them. But then you noticed that the scratches on his face were gone and gasped. “What’s wrong?” He asked.
“The scratches-they’re gone.” You knitted your eyebrows together in confusion. “They were-they were just there. I don’t understand.”
“They healed.” The man said simply.
“B-but they were just there! And now they’re gone! That’s just not possible.” You shook your head, trying to back away but the man grabbed your wrist gently.
“Please don’t freak out.” He spoke calmly.
“But you-you’re-that’s just not-”
“Shh. Please calm down.”
“Not until you explain to me exactly what happened.” You pulled your wrist from the man’s grip and backed away from him.
“I promise you I’m not going to hurt you, okay? So please don’t freak out.” You just stared at him, waiting for his explanation. “A few weeks ago, I was scratched. By a werewolf. And now I’m a werewolf. And it’s the full moon. And I really don’t want to hurt anyone. Please, make sure I don’t hurt anyone.” He spoke slowly as he watched your eyes widen.
You took a deep breath. “How am I supposed to do that?” You asked, still not moving from your spot.
“Get me out of here first. Then we need to figure out a way where I can’t hurt anyone, whether that be locking me somewhere or chaining me up.”
You stared at him again.
“We don’t have much time.” He said, noticing that the sun was about to start setting.
“What’s your name?” You asked.
“Taehyung. What’s yours?”
“(Y/N).” You took a deep breath. “Now let’s get you out of here.”
