Chapter 1: Cookies and Puns
You hum a quiet tune to yourself as you gaze off into space. The room is pleasantly warm and your mind is pleasantly empty. With nothing of importance to do, you are content to just smile and breathe. Taking a deep breath, you let out a contented sigh before closing your eyes. The room seems to fade away and you are left floating on a blanket of stars. Giggling, you remember the first time you ever did this. It was in the company of a very talented and very underestimated ghost named Napstablook. At first you had wondered why he liked to lie on the floor so much. Once you finally tried it with him, you never questioned it again.
The stars swirl and twinkle around you as you keep your breathing steady. Napstablook had made sure to let you know that if you got overly excited, the stars would shimmer and fade. It required a certain amount of skill and several hours of practice, but you were soon able to steady your heartbeat and make the stars stay as long as you wanted them to. Your smile grows larger as you think about your ghost friend Blooky. He was so accomplished at laying on the floor calmly that he was able to feel the stars move underneath him. You had tried many times but had never been able to reach that level of dedication.
"hey, kiddo…" A deep voice reaches your ears. It seems like it is coming from millions of miles away, but you know that it is coming from the couch next to you.
You open your eyes and let the stars fade away. Smirking, you turn your head and focus your gaze on the short skeleton. "What is it?"
His permanent grin grows larger as he responds. "just checking to make sure you are still with me."
"I'm not the one who fell asleep. You've been out for at least an hour!" You reply with a laugh. Grabbing the pillow next to you, you hurl it at his smug smile.
Raising a skeletal arm, his left eye glows light blue. The pillow stops in mid air, surrounded by a blue aura. Grinning even wider, Sans flicks his arm to the side. The pillow streaks across the room and smacks against the wall with a dull thump.
You narrow your eyes at him. "Cheater."
"i can't help it if i happen to have magic powers" He replies wide a lazy gaze.
You cross your arms and stick out your tongue at him before responding with a laugh. "That doesn't mean you have to use them."
"whatever." Sans makes a sound resembling a yawn, his mouth stays closed like usual, before stretching. "i'm starving. how about some grub?"
You think for a moment, raising your eyes to the ceiling and tapping a finger against your chin. Without realizing it, you take a strand of hair in your hands and begin raking your fingers through it. It is a habit you have had since you were a little girl and one that you noticed yourself performing more frequently. "Well…"
"c'mon kiddo, i'm practically wasting away here. soon i'll be nothing but skin and bones." Sans whines as he lays down on the couch. He begins to slowly sink into it.
"Yeah, minus the skin." You reply with a laugh. Your eyes light up as a wonderful idea comes to you. "Hey! I have a great idea!" Laughing, you bolt off of the couch and race to the small kitchen. Your apartment is not the biggest, but it is small and cozy. Just how you like it. You squeeze behind the counter and begin opening drawers in your frantic search for ingredients.
"what are you looking for?" A curious voice asks from the living room. Sans has not even bothered to get off of the couch.
"Sans, I figure since you are practically wasting away by the flour, we should make something that will fill you up." You say with a challenging gleam in your eye. In your hand is a large bag of flour. You shake it softly to make sure Sans gets the hint.
His smile grows larger. "well, i'm kitchen to know what you are up to."
"Would you consider yourself an egg-cellent baker?" You say as you pull a carton of eggs out of the fridge.
"not really. my baking skills aren't all they're cracked up to be." Sans says as he uses his magic to take the egg carton from you and set it on the counter. He leans against the counter and waits.
You smile and open a cabinet without even giving him a second glance. You have gotten used to the fact that he can appear anywhere at any given time. It seems ordinary to you now, although you have to admit that it is quite a challenge when playing games of hide and seek. "Strange, with Papyrus being such a great cook I figured that you would be a chip off the old block." Tossing a bag of chocolate chips at him, you are relieved when he catches them easily. That is your last bag and it would be a shame if the ants got to enjoy the chocolate instead of you two.
Sans eyes examine the ingredients sitting on the table before flickering to you. He seems to be thinking not only of another pun, but of what you could possibly have in mind. "you butter tell me what's going on."
As soon as his pun is said, the butter soars out of the fridge and lands safely on the counter. He raises an eyebrow, it is actually the bone above his eye but you were never sure what to call it, to ask whether or not you actually needed the butter. Smiling, you nod your head. His smile becomes relieved and smug.
"If I don't tell you, then I guess that's just how the…" You pause for dramatic effect before continuing. "cookie crumbles."
As if on cue, you both burst into fits of laughter. You hold your sides firmly in order to stop the random spasms of pain that accompanies uncontrollable giggles. Sans seems to be faring no better, and has to grab the counter to hold himself up. Your eyes close as the laughs keep coming. It is a sea of giggles, tears, and random snorts. A large snort from you causes your laughter to stop while Sans' increases. You narrow your eyes at him but your mouth remains fixed in a smile almost as large as his.
"heh heh heh heh…" Sans' giggles finally end. Taking a deep breath he says with a straight face. "that was pretty punny."
Unable to control yourself you shout out. "OH MY GOD SANS!" You admit defeat as another round of giggles attacks you.