You woke up to the sensation of being picked up. You're (e/c) eyes flickered open to see a skeleton's face- but it wasn't Sans. His skull was more rectangular. He glanced down and stopped walking.
"OH! HUMAN, YOU ARE AWAKE!" His voice was loud. You let out a shocked yelp and squirmed out of his grasp, falling to the floor of the kitchen. Your body still ached from that blast before, so hitting the ground hurt.
"OH MY- ARE YOU ALRIGHT?" You grunted in pain and crawled away as the tall skeleton attempted to reach toward you. You knew he was trying to help you, but you were on edge. You didn't like being carried or touched. If you were able to prevent it, you would by any means necessary. You heard something stumble from inside the living room. Sans appeared in the doorway of the kitchen. You could have sworn you saw his left eye turn blue for a split second before his normal 'eye lights', you like to call them, returned.
"Hey, it's okay," He spoke soothingly, seeing as you were distressed. "This is my brother, Papyrus." He gestured toward the lengthy skeleton beside him.
"YES! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, MEAN YOU NO HARM." He promised. "I AM SORRY IF I STARTLED YOU. YOU HAD FALLEN ASLEEP ON THE COUCH, SO I ATTEMPTED TO MOVE YOU BACK INTO BED."
You stood up as he explained, feeling better. "Oh. Uh.. Thanks, I guess. Sorry for the way I acted." You felt bad and embarrassed, seeing as this was your first impression on Papyrus.
"IT IS QUITE ALRIGHT, HUMAN." He gave you a small nod.
"Let's start over," You decided. You walked back over to him and held out your hand. "I'm (Y/n)."
Papyrus looked happy with this. He gave you a firm handshake, smiling as he did so. "IT IS VERY NICE TO MEET YOU, (Y/N)! I'M GLAD TO SEE YOU HAVE WOKEN UP. I'M SURE SANS IS TOO," He added as you both pull your hands away. "HE ALMOST NEVER LEFT YOUR SIDE!"
You look at Sans. You could see a slight blue hue appear where his cheeks would be. Was he blushing? Could skeletons even blush? Your mind went back to last night when you asked him how he ate. Magic. You decided to leave it at that. "Really?"
Sans shrugged and the blush disappeared. "You were asleep for so long you just reminded me of myself. Sleep comes so naturally to me, I can do it with my eyes closed."
You let out a burst of laughter while Papyrus groaned.
"SANS, PLEASE! DO NOT TELL SUCH TERRIBLE PUNS IN FRONT OF GUESTS! OR AT ALL, FOR THAT MATTER!"
"Awe, but it's so much fun," Sans closed his eyes. "I never get tired of telling 'em."
You decided to join in on the fun. "Speaking of sleep, it's better if you sleep with firewood," You smirked as the skelebro's stared at you in confusion. "Then you'll sleep like a log." Sans laughed while Papyrus rolled his eyes.
"SHE HAS BEEN AWAKE FOR MERE MINUTES AND YOU HAVE ALREADY RUBBED OFF ON HER!" Papyrus exclaimed. "YOU SHOULD BE ARRESTED FOR THE AMOUNT OF PUNS YOU MAKE!"
Sans grinned. "Arrested?"
Papyrus put his hands on his face in shame. "GAH! SANS, LOOK AT WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!" He stomped out of the room as you and Sans chuckled.
"Hey, Sans," You look at your new friend. "Thanks."
Sans lifted what should be an eyebrow. "For?"
"Saving me. I don't even want to think about what would have happened if you hadn't showed up."
Sans shrugged, though you could see a slight blush spread across his face. "No problem."
You smiled. You glanced to the side, noticing, for the first time, a mirror on the wall. You walked over to it and stared at your reflection. Your clothes were torn and dirty, your face practically the same. You could tell it had been cleaned off some, but it didn't hide the blast Sans had done to you.
"We got a shower, if you wanna use it," Sans offered, shocking you out of your thoughts. "You can borrow some of my clothes too."
You look at the skeleton. "Really? Are you sure?"
Sans nodded. "There's a door in the bedroom you were staying in. The bathroom's through there. Let me grab some clothes." You both walk into the room and you watched as Sans pulled out a white t-shirt twice your size and the smallest pair of shorts he had. You blushed as he handed them to you. "Oh, and," He grabbed a plastic bag from off to the side and gave it to you. His blush appeared again. "My friend got these for you. He said you'd need them."
"Thanks again."
Sans waved as he walked away. "Don't worry about it."
You stepped into the bathroom and locked the door. There was another door, leading to what you assumed was Papyrus' bedroom. You could hear him talking to himself- probably with someone on the phone- inside. You locked that door too. You took off your ragged clothes and bandages and stared at yourself in the mirror. Almost every part of your body was covered in splotches of black soot. You could hardly recognize yourself. You turned on the shower, making it as hot as you could stand before stepping inside. You took in a deep breath as you felt the water drizzle on your bare skin like a warm rainstorm. You watched the dirt spin down the drain.
After a while of standing there, you decide to get stuff done. You grab some shampoo, ignoring the thought of why skeletons would even need it, and began washing your (h/c) hair. You washed, rinsed, and repeated about four times before moving onto conditioner. You did the same thing; washed, rinsed, and repeated four times. After cleaning your body with soap another three times, you relished the feeling of the water one last time before turning the shower off. You step out of the shower, cold air hitting you like a tidal wave. You quickly covered yourself up with a towel, wrapping one around your hair and one around your body.
You look inside the bag Sans had given you. Inside was a simple white bra and white panties. After drying yourself off, you put both products on. They fit you perfectly. How did he know my bra size? You blush immensely from the thought. You shook it away and put on the other clothes Sans handed to you. The shirt ended right before the basketball shorts, which, even though they were the smallest pair, were still a bit loose and baggy. You grabbed a hairbrush- wondering, again, why a skeleton would need one- and quickly brushed your hair. After that, you grabbed a blow dryer- why do they have all these things?- and unwrapped the towel around your head, drying your hair. You brushed your hair one last time and stared at yourself in the mirror. You looked a lot more like yourself now.
You touched your neck softly. The only thing that was missing was a locket your mother had given you. You had it when you left your father, but it was gone when you arrived in the city. You cried for days. It was the last physical object you had of your mother. But you still had memories of her, and you held onto them for dear life. You shook your head, focusing on the present again. You grabbed your dirty clothes and tossed them in the corner where a pile sat. You take one last look at yourself before unlocking both doors and stepping back outside. You made your way back into the livingroom. Sitting on the couch was Sans, a goat lady, and a kid. They looked to be around nine or ten. You didn't know what to do, not wanting to disturb them, so you just stood in the doorway awkwardly. Sans finally noticed you.
"Quit standin' there like a statue, kid," He pat his hand on the seat next to him. You smiled nervously and sat down.
The goat lady gave you a warm smile. "You must be (Y/n). I am Toriel. It's a pleasure to meet you."
You nodded. "It's nice to meet you too." You look at the brown-haired kid next to her. "And who's this?"
Toriel patted their head. "This is Frisk."
"Oh, I've heard of you. You're the one who freed the monsters, right?" Frisk just looked at you like they'd seen a ghost.
"It's not nice to stare, kid," Sans said. Frisk looked at the skeleton. They seemed to be having a conversation through eye contact. Frisk finally looked at you and gave you a small smile.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to seem rude," They spoke in sign language.
You shook your head, signing back. "It's alright."
Sans raised an eyebrow. "You know sign language?" He didn't sound surprised.
"A bit," You admitted. Frisk seemed happy with this. They got a devious smirk on their face.
"So you should understand this: Sans thinks you're cute!" You blushed and you noticed Sans did too.
"Hardy har. Very funny, Frisk," Sans tried to play it off while Toriel snickered slightly. You giggled nervously.
"So, (Y/n)," Toriel broke the awkwardness. "Do you have a place to stay?"
You open your mouth, then close it. You hadn't thought of that. You had no idea where you were going to go after this. You knew you had a place to stay, but that blast caused you to hit your head. You must've forgotten. "If not, you can stay with Frisk and I," She offered. "We have an extra bedroom you can use."
"Or you can keep using mine," Sans said. You blushed and looked at him.
"Wait, I was using yours? I could've just slept on the couch or something," You felt really bad now.
Sans chuckled. "It's no biggy, kid. I can sleep anywhere."
You smile slightly. "As sweet as that is, I think I'll take Toriel's offer," You look at Toriel. "Thank you so much."
Toriel smiled back. "It is my pleasure."
You had a feeling you were going to like it here.
(Sans' POV)
Frisk and I walk into the kitchen while (Y/n) and Toriel talk.
"She doesn't remember, does she?" Frisk signed. I shook my head.
"No," I whispered. "And I can't remember what happened in the last reset." Silence hung over the two of us.
"What are you gonna do?"
I looked at (Y/n), smiling happily with Toriel. "Hope for the best..."
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Why can't I remember?