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College AU, bisexual polyamorous OC narrator, post Pacifist but with spoilers from Genocide. Fluff and angst and romance and angst and more fluff will ensue.

Another disclaimer: Though I describe a phenomenon called "Freakers" in the second chapter, this is NOT a story about Freakers. Don't get nervous when you see that.

Trigger warnings for mention of rape and suicide.

This story is rated M for kinda smut. I don't have ectodick, which means there's no real sex, but there is mention of F/F and M/M of the BDSM variety and there is, in fact, a M/F smut chapter… just not the traditional kind. And as a note, I only have ever written M/M porn so going from that to no dicks at all is going to be really weird for me.

Without further ado, enjoy.

Sans didn't know what to think when he heard her laughing.

He'd been on the surface for years by now and he'd become accustomed to the artificial chortles of the humans. In the Underground, laughter was sincere, but not so up here. Laughs were custom, were manners, and so rarely indicated true pleasure.

So when he was sitting with Papyrus, who was babbling about how he wanted a football uniform because they were very cool as he waited for the waitress to bring his spaghetti, he turned full around in his booth at the sound—a loud guffaw from deep in a belly.

Her short, curly hair was dyed rainbow colors and her frame was thickset, sturdy. She wore a black tee shirt to match his own and she was grinning, still in the aftershocks of amusement from some joke Sans was unfortunate enough not to hear.

Her friend, who had had dark skin and close cropped hair, met eyes with Sans, catching him staring. He watched her right back just to gauge her reaction—some humans had no issue with Monsters and others hated them. He sometimes amused himself by seeing how many Monsterphobes he could meet and frighten.

This girl didn't fear him though. She looked at Sans with an eyebrow up and then elbowed her friend, the laughing one.

"What was that for?" she asked indignantly, glancing over to her friend.

Sans turned around, suddenly nervous. His face felt hot.

"Brother, you've gone blue. Are you overly warm? I shall cool you off, for it is my honor and duty to assist you in all things!"

Papyrus stuck his napkin in his ice water and pressed it futilely to Sans' face.

Sans, unable to hold it in, burst out laughing. "Paps, what the hell are you doing?"

"You look very flushed! I became concerned! I am your big brother and it is my honor—"

"Yeah, yeah, I heard," Sans muttered, waving him off. "You think this place has any ketchup?"

"I shall inquire after the waitress!" Sans was going to stop him, but it was too late. "Excuse me, fair waitress, but my brother requires ketchup!"

Sans shook his head and turned back to the table—it had gone empty. He had half a moment to be confused when he heard the laugh again. He turned towards the door and saw that the girl's friend was paying for their meal, which left the girl standing by the door.

And she was looking at him.

The smile was slowly slipping off her face—she didn't look frightened or offended though, just curious. Her head tilted barely to one side.

They stared at one another for an infinite second.

Then one corner of her mouth twitched up and she nodded in his direction.

In a moment of boldness, Sans stood.

"Brother?" asked Papyrus.

"Be right back, bro. Need that ketchup."

"Oh, of course! Yes, I knew that!"

He continued speaking, saying something about The Great Papyrus, but Sans was ignoring him in favor of walking over to the girl by the door.

She was slightly taller than him. Her jeans were torn at the knees and her boots looked heavy—walking was enough work as it was without shit like that strapped to your feet.

"I like your laugh."

She chuckled again, and still it was genuine. "Is that your idea of a pickup line?"

"It's just a comment. I can't resist someone with a funny bone."

She snorted. "Oh lord."

"Forgive me for such a silly pun. I'm such a numbskull sometimes."

She covered her mouth to keep from laughing again and it was the last thing Sans wanted. "How many of those do you have up your sleeve?"

"A skele-ton, I assure you."

She couldn't hold back this time. She looked him over with a grin on her face. "You always wear slippers out around town? It's kind of, you know, not exactly customary."

She looked at him that closely, every inch of him, and her only comment was on his slippers. Not the bones or the glowing eyes, just the slippers.

He couldn't say it wasn't a nice change.

"What can I say? I'm bone to be wild."

The girl shook her head and then turned to her companion. "We good?"

"Yup. Let's go."

The rainbow-haired one turned to Sans. "It was nice to meet you, bro." Then she smiled, just a little, before adding, "We'll meet again sometime. I feel it in my bones."

She winked and then she left the restaurant.

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