Sans stood in his bedroom, absently gazing at his freshly made bed. He had already cleaned his clothes, reorganized his closet, tightened the screws on his racecar bed, and straightened the frames on the walls, but he still felt there was something he had to do. He thought for a moment, then nodded. That was it. Make tacos.

The skeleton sporting a shockingly blue scarf stepped down the stairwell, heading to the kitchen. It was only then, when he wasn't looking where he was going, he tripped. Turning to see what he had fallen over, he realized it was his lazy brother, Papyrus. He was sitting up, preparing to yell, when the pile of bones groaned, and looked up at him.

"Mornin' bro…" He mumbled, lazily lifting up a hand to wave, then gave up, setting it back down. "What're you doin' on the floor?"

"I tripped over you!" He shouted accusingly, then added, "I was about to ask you the same thing."

"I'm just chillin', thought I'd keep the floor company. It looked board." Sans groaned at the pun, facepalming both inwardly and outwardly. "Besides, I heard ya working up in your room, didn't wanna interrupt by asking for tacos."

Ah. So he was hungry, but too lazy to get off his butt to go ask for food, let alone make some for himself. Sighing, Sans stood, entering the kitchen to make his signature dish. Captain Alphys had been teaching him how, and he knew he was better than her, but didn't want to admit it. He didn't want a battle axe in his skull.

Soon, they were seated on the couch, watching television, and eating tacos. Sans had tried to sit at the table, but Papyrus had said he working himself 'to the bone' lately, and he needed a break. In truth, he did. He had been training harder than ever to join the Royal Guard, and he was exhausted. Content from eating a good lunch, as well as sitting comfortably, he began drifting off into dream land. He hated when he fell asleep on the couch.

• • •

If he was being truthful, Papyrus hadn't actually just flopped on the floor out of boredom earlier. He had been up all night working in his lab, and he was tired. He had lied about going to bed at ten the night before, but instead headed downstairs to attempt yet again at fixing his machine. Only when he realized that it was eight AM, he decided it was time to get some sleep in any way, shape, or form. In his case, a six hour nap on the floorboards. Too tired to even drag himself to the couch, he had collapsed then and there on the floor. He didn't mind how uncomfortable it was.

He was still way too tired, thanks too the fact that he was always tired anyways. He began to nod off as well, drooping against the arm of the couch.

• • •

When Sans awoke, he realized a loud rumbling noise was coming from his right. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he turned, and immediately identified the sound. It was his brother's snoring. Sighing yet again, he stretched, standing in front of the long sofa. He checked the time. Five PM. It was nearly time to train with the captain, which would be at six thirty. He tiptoed up the stairs, careful not to wake Papyrus. He knew what time he had really gone to bed. He pulled the freshly cleaned battle body out of his closet, and began to change into it.

Why did his brother always stay up so late in the basement? He'd eventually ask, but now wasn't the time. He began to busy himself, seeing as he still had an hour and twenty minutes. He cooked dinner. He would be dining with Alphys and Doctor Undyne, but he didn't want Papyrus to eat that greasy food at Muffet's.

Next, he decided to clean his brothers room. It had always been bugging him. He made the bed, and began picking up clothes and garbage randomly strewn about. He decided to leave the trashnado alone, taking care of the rest of the mess. Once finished, he aimlessly wandered around the house, searching for something to do, until he realized the other skeleton still slept on the couch.

Sighing the third time that day, Sans picked up Papyrus with blue magic, and brought him to his room. He tucked him into bed, and decided to leave him a note. 'I'm going out to train with Captain Alphys,' it read, 'there's some lasanga in the fridge for you (I decided to try something new), so help yourself when you get hungry for dinner! See you later, Sans'

He folded it, standing it up beside the mattress where it would be obvious. He shut the door behind himself, and made his way down the stairs yet again. He grabbed his house key, and locked the door once he was outside. He buried his face in his small scarf, and made his way out of Snowdin, then through Waterfall. He created a narrow bone out of thin air, and tossed it as he walked.

"Hey," a voice eerily similar to his spoke, except just barely deeper, and he whipped around, dropping the bone with a clatter. It dematerialized as he began to shake a little. Deciding after a moment that it may have been an echo flower that had picked up his own voice, he shook it off, continuing on his way.

"If Captain Alphys burns her house down again, I'm going to be disappointed in her…" he mumbled. "And I'm the student!"

"Hey Blue," he heard the voice again, and jolted when he felt a hand grab his shoulder. "You're bein' recruited."