Sans walked you back to his house in a drunken stupor, you wondered how he could have gotten drunk on ketchup but then again this was a world full of monsters that you hadn't known existed. As you walked up the shoveled sidewalk to the door of the little two story house, you noticed that the lights were off.
"Frisk and my brother are probably asleep by now," Sans mumbled as he fished a key from his pocket. He dropped it a couple times before managing to get the door open and leading you inside the dark quiet house. In the dim light you could see the living room to the left and the kitchen to the right, a staircase leading upstairs in front of you.
"You can take the couch, uh..." Sans paused and looked up the stairs. "You'll probably be asleep when Paps takes Frisk to school so I guess you can just hang out until they get back tomorrow."
"Thanks," you whisper, staggering over to the little couch in the living room and falling onto it face first, letting one leg hang off the side. You heard a low chuckle from the foyer before silence fell.
You groggily come to with a pounding headache and the sound of plates moving in the kitchen. A pan scraping against metal hurt your ears with it's piercing keen, and then the scent of bacon and eggs hit you. Your stomach growled immediately and you sat up, sniffing the air.
You walked into the kitchen to find Sans cooking bacon and eggs, a stack of pancakes sat on the table, steaming, with a little jar of what you assumed was syrup next to them. Sans glanced at the doorway towards you before looking back at the pan. A second later he turned back towards you again and smiled.
"You hungry?" His deep voice sounded loud in the quiet house. You sniffed, smelling the bacon as it sizzled on the pan, nodding before shifting uncomfortably in the doorway. He gestured to the table and shrugged. "Well, have a seat?"
You watched him as you scooted across the room, quietly pulling out a chair and sitting down. He was wearing a deep blue tee and another pair of basketball shorts, bunny slippers and a pink apron that said "Kiss The Cook."
"You can go ahead and grab some of those pancakes, these should be done here pretty soon." Sans continued, his voice was husky with sleep again and you realized you found that adorable.
"Thank you," you mumble, taking one of the two plates next to the pancakes and a fork from off the pancake plate to shovel two onto your own. Sans walked over to the table, pans in hand and started serving you some eggs, followed by bacon.
After the two of you finished eating in silence, you helped wash the dishes and went back to the living room. Sans turned on the tv, which was on a program with a human-like robot doing some kind of talk show. You marveled at the robot, wondering if a human could ever make one with such a personality. He seemed like he had his own soul even.
"What..." you wondered, watching the robot intently.
"That's Mettaton, he's like our own personal tv star, and the only one we got Every movie, every tv show, we only got him." Sans shrugged, and then shivered like he remembered something gross. "At least he's not terrible... on tv."
"Ah." Something about the way he said 'on tv' made you wonder if he knew the robot and didn't like him personally.
The front door opened, slamming into the wall with a bang!
"Sounds like they're back," Sans laughed, turning towards the entryway and leaning back a little like he was trying to see the front door without having to get up.
"SANS!" A keening voice sounded loudly from the front door. "I SMELL FOOD BUT IT DOES NOT SMELL LIKE SPAGETTI?"
"Oh sweet, there are pancakes in the fridge!" A familiar little boy's voice followed the other.
You jumped up from thee couch, running through the house and into the kitchen. Frisk was half way in the fridge, but you'd recognize that long brown chestnut hair and oversized sweater loving little dork anywhere. "Frisk!" You breathed.
"_?" He asked, sounding incredulous, closing the fridge door and looking up at you.
The two of you stayed silent for a little while, staring at each other.
"SANS? WHY IS THERE ANOTHER HUMAN HERE?" The keening voice asked from close behind you, making your head throb. "AND WHY DOES SHE KNOW OURS?"
"_ used to date –mff!" You put your hand over frisks mouth before he could say his name.
"I don't want to talk about him okay?" You whispered to Frisk, he nodded and you let go.
"And she also used to babysit me." Frisk continued. You looked up to see Sans and another, taller skeleton in what looked like a dorky suit of armor, staring at the two of you with confused expressions. Again, it baffled you that they could make expressions at all.
You scooped up Frisk into a long hug, nuzzling your face into the top of his head before setting him down and smiling. "I thought your mom..."
"She tried," Frisk squeaked, a pained expression crossing his face. "So I ran away and ended up falling down here."
"You have to tell me the whole story after you eat okay hon?" You gushed, you could feel tears in your eyes as you looked at your adorable little friend. Still alive! You told yourself, he's still alive!
