Sans... was a tough cookie.
He was funny, reasonably smart, and could be very kind if he wanted to.
He loved his brother Papyrus more than anything, ("SANS! YOU MUST TRY THIS NEW TYPE OF SPAGHETTI I HAVE MADE! IT IS CALLED... ER... FETT-UCK-SEEN!") and his friends meant the world to him. Undyne was irritating at times, but her fiery spirit managed to drag him out of bed every morning ("UP YOU GET, YOU LAZY BUNCH OF BONES!"). Alphys brightened him up with little things like sending him the latest OVA of her favorite anime, Mew Mew Kissy Cutie ("I-I thought the first one w-was better, but..."). Mettaton regaled him with fabulous reenactments of his programs or a demonstration of his latest recipe on his cooking shows ("OH! My mechanical heart throbs with love for you, Mettalina!") Toriel kept him well-stocked in pies of various fillings ("My dear, I think you would prefer this delectable snail pie over my usual butterscotch-cinnamon.") Asgore would visit with a new type of tea he had tried, or a little flower he had begun to grow ("Yellow flowers are just so pretty, aren't they?"). Even Napstablook sent him the occasional CD of his new mixtapes ("I... I think this one doesn't sound very good... but you can have it if you want...").
The one friend who managed to brighten him up the most was, of course, his human friend Frisk.
She didn't have a famous TV program to star in, or a spectacular recipe for pie, but every day she visited Sans' and Papyrus' home in Snowdin, she managed to bring a smile to his face every day. Whether it was bringing him some cookies she had helped her mother Toriel bake, or showing him what new book she was reading, the little things she did made him happy.
Frisk had started doing this around a couple months after she broke the Barrier with the help of all her monster friends. Sans had no idea why she would want to go to his place of all places, but he wasn't one to object. He had always liked Frisk. She was mute for a while, but her voice soon reappeared again. She had once told Sans that she had been mute before because she had been fearful of the Underground, had been fearful of the monsters, the huge caverns teeming with peculiar puzzles, and her throat had "closed up like a clam". But Sans didn't mind. He appreciated a good audience for bad puns and jokes, and Frisk was more than happy to listen.
And so, wordlessly, the arrangement began. Frisk visited the skelebros' home every day for several hours. Papyrus would cook some spaghetti or another type of noodle for her, Sans would keep up a relentless stream of godawful puns and Frisk would smile and laugh and eat till she was stuffed like she always did.
Sans loved having her around. Frisk proved to be remarkably handy when it came to things like keeping Sans' disaster of a room neat. She brought along hours worth of anime (most notably Shingeki no Kyojin and Shigatsu wa Kimi no Uso. Sans couldn't get his head around large naked human-like creatures eating other humans but enjoyed the series nonetheless.) and music. She introduced to him some amazing books (Sans was an official Potterhead now thanks to her).
The years went by like that. For Sans, life was an endless cycle of work, sleep, work, read to Papyrus, sleep, work, talk with Frisk, sleep, work, eat at Grillby's, work, talk with Frisk, play with Papyrus (the little cinnamon bun couldn't outgrow action figures), work, sleep, and sleep some more.
He was perfectly happy living like that. Heck, who wouldn't want a sleepy, relaxed life filled with spaghetti at every turn? Sans had all the friends he wanted, all the food he wanted, and all the love and support he wanted.
But in the last couple of years... his heart began to yearn for something.
It wasn't evident at first. It was just a little tug at the corner of his heart, his very being. The tug seemed to say something. Something along the lines of, "Hey! Bonehead! You want something! And you want it bad!" Sans dismissed it. What would he need in such a peaceful life? Certainly, he wasn't going to move to the Surface like some monsters were, but he was pretty sure the tug had nothing to do with the Surface.
He was certain, though, that it had to do with Frisk.
Every time his hand brushed hers, or her eyes locked with his, the tug became something like a push. The push seemed to say, "DO SOMETHING!". Which confused Sans greatly. Did he want to touch her more? Was he going crazy? Did he even like her in that way?
And so Sans ignored the tug. He ignored it for a few years, but the tug only grew into a full-time push, and the full-time push soon grew into a full-time nagging sensation that not only plagued his heart, but his mind was now fully consumed by it too.
Sans was definitely not used to these strange feelings. Sure, he'd always thought some monsters were exceptionally pretty or handsome, but none of them really stuck to him. Frisk, on the other hand, was very pleasant to the eye... socket, and was always in a corner of his mind.
Over the years, Sans began to notice things. He noticed how her lips turned up to flash a sweet smile at him. He noticed how her bright brown eyes sparkled when she shot a pun back at him during pun contests. He noticed how she knocked on the door; a quick, three-tap little song on the door. He noticed how she chewed on her lip when deciding her next move in chess games with him.
Sans noticed all these things and more. It was getting increasingly difficult for him to focus at his jobs. Papyrus found him daydreaming more often than usual at his sentry post (Sans daydreamed a lot anyway, but his daydreaming had increased tenfold) and with every few minutes he spent sleeping, he spent an hour thinking his feelings over.
Of course, Sans' friends couldn't overlook this. He was getting increasingly distant, his words always vague, his gaze always vacant. This wasn't too far from ordinary, as Sans wasn't the most attentive skeleton around, and he wasn't exactly blunt and decisive. But Sans was not the type to become more or less of who he was. He was always just so. And that was what tipped off his friends.
Undyne tried giving him a double cooking lesson with Papyrus, which resulted in several pots of burned tomato sauce because Sans wasn't watching the pot closely, which made Undyne extremely upset, which ended up in half the kitchen getting demolished by an angry punch from the fish woman.
Alphys brought her entire collection of Mew Mew Kissy Cutie DVDs for a marathon with Sans, but the skelebro ended up falling asleep somewhere between episode ten and fifteen. Alphys was upset that Sans found her favorite anime so boring, but ended up watching the rest of it with Papyrus instead, who had become very fascinated in anime.
Mettaton gave Sans exclusive tickets to see his new movie, Metta: The Soul Awakens, and Sans had ended up not going at all. Mettaton merely laughed it off, saying that he would've been surprised if Sans had shown up at all. In fact, if Sans had shown up, he would have been stuffed into a screaming crowd of humans and monsters alike.
Toriel invited Sans to her home in the Ruins for a chat and a slice of pie. Sans couldn't say no to some butterscotch-cinnamon pie and a cup of tea, so he went anyway. But when Toriel attempted to strike up some conversation, Sans seemed to be preoccupied with something. Even when the kind goat woman tried her "concerned motherly figure" tactic, she could have been talking to a stone for all Sans cared.
Papyrus himself whipped up a spaghetti feast for Sans, with every type of noodle Papyrus could cook (which was a large amount) and a life-size sculpture of Sans made of spaghetti and meatballs. Papyrus was actually shaping up to be a smashing chef, and Papyrus' strategy was to cook his way into Sans' heart and see what was ailing him. Unfortunately, Sans didn't budge, and to top it all off, he didn't even eat the spaghetti-statue of himself, saying, "Nah, I'm too bone-iful to eat, Paps."
Asgore brought Sans to the royal palace to see his flourishing flower garden, which not only had yellow flowers now, but a variety of blooms everywhere, all colorful and lovely. Sans, however, turned out to be allergic to one of the flowers (how a skeleton could be allergic to something was something even Sans couldn't understand) and had to go home and rest.
And so, Sans drifted about in his world, thinking about the one girl that managed to screw up all of his thoughts and mess up his perfect life.
Frisk.
A/N: So? Whaddaya think? Good enough? I rushed to get this out as quick as I could since I think you guys deserve a little something... from my absence... DX I was legit drowning under piles of homework. Dang, school is tough to balance with writing. Anyhoo, this was typed real quick, so I know there might be errors. Oh well.
And that noodle that Papyrus couldn't pronounce? It's fettuccine. ;)
Love you all,
Meikai