Toriel is putting on a dark purple coat over her normal purple dress, standing in the doorway that leads to the hallway from the bedroom.

"My apologies that I had to call you here on such short notice, Sans. But Asra suddenly caught a very bad fever, and it is too late to cancel our trip to the main city." Toriel says, finally finishing buttoning her coat and sighing.

"Eh, don't worry 'bout it, Tor. I didn't have anything to do anyways." Sans says, dressed in his normal blue hoodie and leaning against the wall. Toriel smiles and moves over to the bed in which a girl with long blonde hair that covers her left eye (our right), wearing a light blue dress with a cold compress on her head is laying. Toriel leans down and gently kisses the girl on the cheek.

"Get better, Asra. We wish you could go with us." She says gently, before standing up again. "Numbers are in a small book on the kitchen counter in case you forget them. Call us if there is any emergency, and I may call you to check up on how she's doing. Alright, Sans?"

Sans takes his index and middle finger, places them together, and does a small solute to Toriel, smiling. "Got it. Cya, Tor."

Toriel leaves the room and Sans hears the front door shut a few seconds after.

"...So... howz'about we do somethin'?" He says, turning to the girl who is now sitting up in her bed.

"I don't want to." She says in a cold tone, much different from her normal, sweet and gentle one. Sans moves back a little in surprise.

The kid must be really sick. She's NEVER like this! It's either that, or she hates me. But she is always so genuinely happy to see me. No, that second reason can't be it... I better figure out what's wrong.

He hesitates a second before speaking. "You... don't want to draw...?" He asks, trying to get Asra to give him some sign of what's wrong.

"No, Sans. I don't want to draw." She replies in the same tone. Sans looks down, trying to think of something, anything that Asra would like. He had a few ideas.

"Baking? Watch a movie? An anime- you really like those. What if we went out in the garden for a whi-"

"WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE?!"

Sans jumped back, startled, scared, and concerned. Asra never ever yelled at him. It wasn't her fever, and it wasn't hate towards him. Something was bugging her, and he needed to find out what.

"Because I'm making sure you don't die from an illness, kiddo." Sans said, sitting on the end of the bed and reaching one hand out towards her face.

"Y-Yeah? Well, I think my fever's gone down. You can go home now." Asra says, shifting and standing up on the floor, her knee high socks all scrunched down to different heights. But the moment she takes a step, her legs give out and she falls to the floor.

"Kid!" Sans yells, standing up. He takes one of her arms and places it behind his neck and to his other shoulder, then puts his arm around her waist and gently picks her up, placing her on the bed. He moves himself around and kneels in front of Asra, putting one hand on her burning cheek.

"To me it feels and looks like your fever got worse. You're really pale, but your skin is like the pavement outside during the summer." Sans says with deep concern.

"H-Ha.. ha... nice connection there." Asra says, weakly smiling. She moves forward, almost as if fainting, and rests her head on Sans' shoulder. "I... I'm sorry," her voice broke as she said those words, and she began sobbing uncontrollably, while Sans stayed there frozen, not sure if he should move or unable to think of what to say.

"Sorry for what, kid? You didn't do anything wrong," he said, moving his arm to rub her back while he continued trying to calm her down, saying, "you were.. well... you were trying to make me more sure of how you were doing- I think- but you don't have to apologize!"

"N-No," Asra cried, continuing to cry. "I... I'm wasting your time. I'm j-just being an inconvenience." A small fragment of magic sparked in Sans' pupil, and his expression darkens.

"Who on EARTH told you that you're being an inconvenience, or that you're wasting my time, because guess what. You're not! And whoever said that is going to be torn limb from limb and--"

"I said it..." Asra said, starting to calm down, but still hiccuping every 45 seconds. "And before you say anything, I'll tell you why." Sans fell silent as Asra began explaining.

"You're always with me all the time. It's not fair to you. Whenever I have to be home alone, my parents or siblings, Asriel and Kinpage, call you. I'm sure you sometimes have plans, but because you work for my dad or because your best friends with my brother you have to come. Then there were the times where you had to come to my aid, save my life, stop me from murdering you and everyone I love, save my life again, fight back against an evil shell of you that I can't fight back against myself or-"

Sans put a finger to Asra's lips, which caused her to blush.

He smiled at her, and spoke gently, saying, "All those things... I did out of choice, kiddo. I could've told anybody in your family that I was busy those times, but I didn't. To be honest... my life is pretty boring when I'm not with you." Sans moved to sit up on the bed, and he pulled Asra so her head was leaning on his shoulder. Her gleaming rainbow eyes still stared at him in wonder. "First of all, you laugh at all my jokes. Even the really bad ones! Secondly, your always so energetic. I mean, who wouldn't smile when they're around you? If somebody doesn't, they're empty inside."

Asra smiled, then giggled. "Okay, skele-boy. Enough with your compliments!" The two sat there, laughing for a while. "Hey," Asra said, "how about we watch one of those animes? Pretty sure you're more into them than I am!"

Sans blushed and nudged Asra a little. "Says the princess who dressed up as Asuna for Halloween!" He joked, and Asra laughed.

"Coming from the boy who played as Kirito that same year!" She giggled as Sans slid off the bed and bent down. "Hey, bonehead! What are you- AGH!" Asra yelled as Sans lifted her into the air. "A-Are you crazy?! You can't carry me!" She gasped, holding onto his shoulders.

"Why not?" Sans smiled, walking over to the front room which held the TV. "I've done it before. What would make me incapable now?"

"Touché." Asra smiled as Sans set her down. A few hours later, the TV is darkened, while Sans and Asra lay nearly asleep on the couch. "Hey... Sans?" Asra askes, keeping her voice to a whisper.

"Hmm?" Sans grunted sleepily, stroking Asra's hair.

"Do me a favor, and don't waste your time if you have something else to do." Asra said, curling up closer underneath Sans' arm. "Because no matter what you do, I'll always love you."