Chapter 4
Welcome Wagon
The sudden invitation had been unexpected, to be sure. But what was even more unexpected was when Papyrus had grabbed her hand and practically dragged her out the door of Grillby's, earning a surprised yelp from the werewolf.
"COME! I SHALL SHOW YOU THE HOUSE!" he had beamed, not even seeming to hear her protests. Eventually, she just gave up and let him drag her through the snow, an irritated yet amused expression playing on her features. Sans followed behind, a more unsure expression on his face. Celeste just gave a smile and a shrug, earning a shrug from the short skeleton in return. "I THINK YOU WILL BE QUITE PLEASED WITH YOUR ACCOMMODATIONS. I'VE BEEN TOLD I MAKE A MEAN SPAGHETTI." Papyrus stated proudly, smiling cheerfully as he unlocked the door to the quaint house. Celeste was just happy to get out of the cold again, stepping inside eagerly and rubbing her hands together to warm them. Looking around, the place was pretty nice. TV, couch, kitchen, and what she assumed what were their bedrooms on the second floor. It was cute...and warm.
"Nice place." she commented, looking at the skeletons with a smile. "So you two are brothers, I'm assuming?" she asked carefully, not wanting to make assumptions. They just gave her a quizzical look.
"WHY OF COURSE! DID WE NOT SAY SO BEFORE?" Papyrus asked, raising a brow at his shorter brother, who just gave another shrug.
"Guess not, bro." Sans answered simply, his smile ever-present. Celeste blushed lightly with embarrassment, scratching the back of her head as she did so.
"Heh. Sorry, I just wanted to be sure of what I was getting into." she explained, not wanting to be rude. "Anyways, I'm taking the couch. No exceptions." Celeste stated, crossing her arms and daring Papyrus to argue. He looked a bit irate but it soon passed as he gave a defeated smile.
"VERY WELL. BUT IF YOU NEED ANYTHING, DO NOT HESITATE TO LET ME KNOW." he chimed, placing a hand on his hip and pointing to himself with the other.
"Will do." she replied, giving him a salute and a nod. After a short tour of the house, Papyrus had decided it was dinner time, and took off to the kitchen, leaving Sans and Celeste in the living room. The short skeleton had sat down on the couch, clicking the television on and resting his free arm behind his head. Celeste smirked and strolled over to the two-seater couch, crossing her arms and raising a brow. "You wanna scoot over, Little Boy Blue?" she teased. This got his attention.
"Little Boy Blue?" he asked, raising a brow, but staying in his spot. Her smirk just widened, giving him a nod and an expectant look. He smirked and returned his attention back to the tv. "Didn't your parents ever teach you 'please' and 'thank you'?"
"Please move your bony butt?" she asked with an exasperated sigh, placing her hands on her hips. He gave an amused smile and scooted over half an inch, earning a glare from the werewolf. "More, I'm not THAT skinny." she joked, rolling her eyes.
"Clearly." he pushed for the joke, smirking up at her with a wink. Her glare hardened, but her smile remained. She wasn't fat, but she was heavier-set than most girls she used to know. Plus the whole werewolf thing made her a bit bigger in the thighs and shoulders, as well as a height of 6 feet.
"Fine. I'll just sit on you." she threatened, wondering if that would get him to move. Nope. "I mean it, I'll do it." she pushed, only half joking at this point. Still nothing. "Alright..." she sighed, moving to sit on him before he scooted out of the way, earning a victorious smirk from her. "That's what I thought." she teased, leaning back and crossing her arms. He just shrugged.
"Eh, I didn't feel like having two broken femurs today." he smirked back at her, only opening one of his eyes to look at her. Her victorious look turned back into a glare as her arms dropped into her lap and her ears tilted back in irritation. "Hehe. Hey, lighten up, kiddo, I'm just jokin'." he chuckled, setting the remote in his lap after finding a channel that suited him. Some comedian was on and he was pretty funny. He appeared to be a snowy bird-like monster with his face oddly resembling the pattern of a snowflake.
"So, you ARE a comic?" she asked, raising a brow at him and turning to face him more. He just gave her a wide grin, which made her think for a moment. Then it hit her. "OH MY GOD, COMIC SANS!" she blurted, going into a giggle fit. He chuckled at her giggle. It was pitchy and was almost a squeak at some points.
"Did you swallow a squeaky toy, by any chance?" he asked with a snicker. She just slapped her hands over her muzzle, trying to calm her giggles down. "I'm gonna call you 'Squeaker' now." he teased, jabbing her with an elbow.
"No!" she whined, crossing her arms over her belly where he had elbowed her. "Calling me kid was less embarrassing than that..." she grumbled, giving a pout that made his smile widen. "Why can't you just call me by my name like a normal monster?" she asked, glaring at him. He just shrugged. Some clatter in the kitchen snapped her attention away from the conversation, making her ears snap in the direction of the noise. "Uh, is he alright in there?" she asked, glancing over at the shorter monster before returning her concerned eyes back towards the kitchen.
"Yeah, he's fine. You should be here when Undyne cooks with him." he rolled his eyes at the thought of the two almost completely destroying the kitchen. She gave him a questioning look when he mentioned the fish-like monster's name. "She's a friend of Papyrus. Real abrasive and up-front. You'll like her." he explained.
"Ah." she nodded, relaxing back into the couch once more and flipping her bangs to the side.
Dinner had been done after about an hour, and Papyrus had called the two into the kitchen. Celeste sniffed the spaghetti curiously and scrunched her nose up at the smell of the pasta. The sauce smelled good, but the noodles were overcooked. She was no master chef or culinary genius by any means, but her experience with cooking ramen gave her a bit of knowledge with noodles. But at this point, she was so hungry, she didn't care how the pasta tasted. The sauce was a bit acidic though, and her mother always added sugar into the sauce to cut back on that. With a smile, she looked across the table at Papyrus, who was watching her reaction carefully. She gave a forced smile and thumbs up, coughing a bit as she swallowed the pasta creation.
"It's uh," *cough* "-got an interesting flavor, Papyrus. Just, maybe don't cook the noodles for so long next time." she suggested carefully, keeping her smile and glancing at Sans, who just smiled at her and kept eating. Hey, how did these two eat, anyway? Wouldn't it just go right through them?
"HMM. VERY WELL! I SHALL TAKE THAT INTO CONSIDERATION!" the tall goofy skeleton stated loudly, making Celeste giggle before covering her muzzle again, eyes wide. Sans choked back a laugh from the other side of the table. Papyrus gave her a quizzical look, smiling. "WHAT WAS THAT?" he asked, glancing at Sans.
"Nothing!" she quickly cut in before the short smartass could answer his brother. "It's just my laugh..." she mumbled. Sans smirked at her, but said nothing as dinner progressed. Eventually, the meal ended and Papyrus took care of the dishes, saying something about it being movie night and to wait on the couch. Celeste smiled and offered to help clean the dishes, but was quickly shooed out of the kitchen by a stubborn Papyrus. She giggled and rolled her eyes, glaring when she saw Sans in the middle of the sofa again. She walked over and stood in front of him, arms crossed and paw tapping with her yellow-emerald eyes narrowed down at him. He peeked an eye open and smirked before closing it again.
"Problem?" he asked, a smug tone to his deep voice. She just growled and squeezed to the left of him, making herself fit between him and the arm of the couch. How on earth were all three of them going to fit on the-
"MAKE WAY!" a hight-pitched male voice boomed from somewhere to the right as it's owner came speeding in. Papyrus dashed over and nestled on the other side of Celeste, pushing her and Sans to the right...and against each other. Celeste protested and Sans just looked annoyed by the shoving, but didn't complain about the tight space. Celeste, on the other hand, wasn't comfortable in the slightest. Their bones were quite hard and poked her sides unless she leaned a peculiar way, and she had to keep her arms either crossed or in her lap to avoid intruding the skeletons' space. Papyrus had asked Celeste for a movie preference, and she replied with horror. She loved slashers and other types of scary movies. The adrenaline rush always made her feel alive after a good jump scare. Sans chuckled at this and nodded to Pap to get his own personal favorite horror film. It was a monster movie with a plot similar to a few human horror flics that she knew. Papyrus asked her to get the lights and she was happy to get up and stretch before being trapped between two boney monsters for over an hour. She flipped the switch, and her eyes immediately adjusted to the dark room, which was not lit only by the television. Her vision seemed to have improved in the dark rather than in light, finding it much easier to distinguish things with shades of black and grey rather than bright colors. Must be a wolf thing. She then walked back over to the couch and hesitated before squeezing her large frame between the brothers. Sans just smirked up at her, the pricks of light in his endless black voids that were his eye sockets seemed to glow a bit brighter in the dark, giving him an all-around eerie look.
"What's the matter? Not enough room?" he teased, placing his hands behind his head and lounging back into the sofa. She just narrowed her slightly-glowing yellow-green eyes at him, no smile to be seen. Papyrus just glanced at her and then to Sans.
"HOW ABOUT YOU LAY ACROSS US? REST YOUR HEAD ON THAT ARMREST AND LAY YOUR LEGS ACROSS MINE. WE'LL BE YOUR SOFA! NYEH HEH HEH!" he chimed, patting his lap for emphasis. She was unsure at first, but the nervous look in Sans's eyes made her smirk as she did just that. She sat in the middle and then turned so her upper back was across Sans's lap and her legs were in Papyrus's lap, her head resting on the arm of the sofa. She flipped her long, auburn ponytail over her shoulder so it would rest behind her, swatting Sans in the face in the process and making him blow a few strands out of his face as he grumbled with annoyance. It wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world, but it was certainly better than being squished between them. With everyone settled, Papyrus pressed the 'play' button on the remote and started the movie. "NOW, IF YOU SHOULD GET SCARED, THERE IS A SECURITY BLANKED ON THE BACK OF THE COUCH IF NEEDED. I USUALLY HAVE TO USE IT WHEN WE WATCH THIS MOVIE..." he stated, an embarrassed yet serious expression on his features.
"Alright, Papyrus. Thanks" she giggled, rolling her eyes and smiling at him in a friendly manner. Sans just smirked, knowing that this movie probably would scare her, at least in some parts. The trio watched for a while, the movie jumping right into it as the beginning scene was a chase through Snowdin forest. Celeste's attention was immediately focused on the film, not expecting it to start with a chase, she tucked her legs up closer to her chest slightly, shifting her weight and notifying Sans that his assumption had been correct. Papyrus immediately took the security blanket and threw it over himself and Celeste, bringing it up to his face just above his nasal cavity. Celeste did the same, only she tucked it under her chin. Sans just smiled and returned his attention to the movie. The movie went on for some time, occasionally making Celeste jolt and Papyrus give a startled cry. Sans had almost dozed off once or twice, but was woken by the other two monsters. One particular jolt that Celeste had made caused her elbow to hit him in the ribs, making him jump in return, hissing through his teeth. "Sorry." she whispered, her eyes not leaving the television. He just glanced down at her and then back to the movie, shifting his weight back into the couch, moving his ribcage as far from her elbow as possible. She had jumped a few times after that, but thankfully she didn't hit him anymore. When the movie concluded, Papyrus was practically buried in the blanket, Celeste was tucked up staring at the tv with wide eyes, and Sans had dozed off.
"W-WELL... THE GREAT PAPYRUS NEEDS HIS BEAUTY SLEEP! GOODNIGHT!" the spooked young skeleton all but bolted up the stairs, taking his blanket with him. This made Celeste jump as the fuzzy warmth of the blanket was ripped away. She yelled a quick 'Goodnight' after Papyrus as his door closed, and then she turned to look at Sans over her shoulder. He was passed out, snoring lightly as he slept. She smirked as she carefully sat up, making sure not to nudge him too much. Once she was sitting right next to him, she leaned forward and brought her arms up in a menacing manner, preparing to scare him awake.
"Boo."
"EEP! FUCKING CRIMINY CHRISTMAS!" she yelled, jumping back and falling on her back at the other end of the couch, her head hitting the armrest with a loud bump. "Ow! Shit." she grumbled, rubbing the back of her head with a hiss of pain. Sans just smirked at her through lidded eyes, the white lights glowing brightly in the darkness. "Don't do that shit." She growled in a whiney tone, propping herself up on her elbows. He just closed his eyes lightly, his grin widening just slightly. She glared and sat up, stretching her spine and arms, causing several of her vertebrae to pop and crack as she sighed with relief. Sans's eyes snapped open and the little white lights darted over at her, his cheeks feeling a bit warmer than before. She then interlocked her fingers and stretched her arms out in front of her, rotating them and causing her elbows to crack as well, followed by another breath of relief. His eyes shot to the ceiling as his face heated a bit more, turning a light shade of blue in the process. He cleared his throat nervously and stood up, placing his hands in his jacket pockets.
"Welp, I'm goin' to bed. Gnight!" he said rather hurriedly, power-walking to the stairs and up to his room. She just watched him with confused eyes and returned the goodnight. Brushing it off, she absentmindedly began lifting her shirt before a sudden realization hit her. She didn't have pajamas.
Note: There might be some NSFW stuff in the next chapter. Nothing involving Celeste directly yet, but still. I want to give you guys a treat for being so kind and reviewing and favoriting and all that jazz. ;) Thank you guys! Keep being awesome!~