The first Authors note in this story here! O:

Umm.. hi I just wanted to say that I'm flattered by all these favs and follows! It really means a lot to me that there are actually living beings who like this story! Anyway... Hope you enjoy

As you two went inside again it was almost past midnight and freezing cold outside. But it was worth it because you got to make a lot of notes about the comet. You even got to see some star constellations.

You were glad that the heat was turned up because other than Sans you could totally feel the cold. And because you can feel the cold you would need several blankets for the night if the heat wasn't turned up.

However, even if it's warm inside here, you totally needed a hot cocoa right now (a coffee wouldn't be good if you're about to sleep afterward) and so you went into the kitchen and made you one.

You turned around to ask Sans if he wanted one too but as you turned around he was now standing right in front of you. You almost squeal at that because you didn't hear him coming in after you.

"H-h-how d-did y-you...? I-I d-didn't h-hear c-coming i-inside...?" Because you were shocked you were stuttering even more than usual. 'Great job Sans for scaring me so much...' He just looked at you innocently. You're glad that you let the hot cocoa be behind you because otherwise, it would be all over the floor now.

"dunno what you're talking about. i hope i haven't scared you to the bone though" he winks at you. Now you're curious. It's probably because you're tired that you don't care about politeness anymore.

"H-how do y-you do that?" You ask. He looks confused

"do what?" You lazily point at his face. "W-winking a-and grinning a-and stuff? I-I mean you're m-made of b-bone, a-aren't you?"

He grins wider as if he waited for this question since you met and wriggles his phalanges in front of your face and says "magic."

You're not satisfied by this answer. You give him a look of pure displeasure

"T-that's not r-really s-sanstisfying, Sans" He chuckles at your response

"it's not? i thought that would be the ultimate sanswer" He chuckles at his own pun and winks at you once again. That's getting less and less irritating as time goes on. Then you remember what you wanted to ask him in the first place.

"I-I'm making h-hot cocoa right n-now, y-you want some?" You gesture behind you and he looks at the hot cocoa for a second before shaking his head.

"nah. i've got something to drink on my own." he then takes out a bottle of ketchup. You don't even question it, you just shrug it off and say

"M-more for me t-then" before turning around again and taking your hot cocoa and going around Sans to sit on the sofa in the livingroom-part of the cabin. Sans comes to sit beside you before doing something utterly disgusting: He opens the ketchup bottle and DRINKS out of it.

You just stare at him without saying anything. He then proceeds to look at you while drinking as if wanting to see your reaction. You, of course, look away as fast as possible. He chuckles and holds the bottle in your direction, asking

"ya want some, kid?" You look at him again.

"N-no thanks, I-I'm pretty h-happy with m-my hot c-cocoa. A-and I d-don't want t-to be called k-kid from someone w-who is b-barely older t-than me" He looks at you kind of surprised. Then he smirks at you, saying

"k, then i'll just call you 'sweetheart'. fits you better anyway." You pout, blushing. You look away to take a sip from your hot cocoa, forgetting the fact that your cocoa is still really hot, you burn your tongue. Swallowing it, you also burn your throat.

"Oww!" You've almost got tears in your eyes it's burning your throat and tongue! Sans gives you a concerned look

"what happened, sweetheart?" You almost groan in protest at the nickname he gave you but you can't with your throat hurting that much 'He's not gonna stop calling me that, is he?'

"b-burned m-my t-tongue and t-throat. H-hot c-cocoa was too h-hot!" He looks even more concerned.

"does it hurt?" You look at him and wanted to say something like 'Are you seriously asking me if burning my tongue and throat hurts?' (Only with more stuttering, that is) but, as soon as you see the truly concerned look on his face you only nod and say

"A l-lot but in a few d-days it's going t-to be okay a-again" The last part was mostly to reassure him. He nods at that looking a lot more relaxed now that he knows that you're going to be okay again.

You kept on drinking as the cocoa cooled up a little and as you do Sans kept glancing in your direction as if to make sure you're not going to hurt yourself again. Sans kept on drinking from his ketchup, which is still kind of weird to look at but you think you've gotten used to it pretty fast.

You two also talked for a little longer until you got really tired and decided it was definitely bed time. It was way past midnight by now and you know that you're going to be really tired by tomorrow... or well, later today, since it's technically already the next day.

You yawn, place your now empty cup on the table and stand up, stretching you. A few bones popped into place and you look at Sans to ask him if he too wanted to go to sleep but, he was staring at you, a blue hue covering his cheekbones and the white pinpricks, which usually are inside his eyes are missing too.

You're confused for a second before you realize your mistake. You gasp and start apologizing with no end

"O-oh my g-god I-I'm so so s-sorry I d-didn't t-think it t-through! D-did I m-make y-you f-feel u-uncomfortable with t-that?" He just kept on staring at you. You started to panic

"S-Sans?!" You now hold his shoulders to shake him a little until he comes to his senses again.

"u-uh y-yeah, yeah i'm fine, sweetheart," He says, the pinpricks, which are back by now, looking away. You just nod at that, not really believing him.

"Okay. A-anyway I was g-going to ask if y-you wanted t-to go to sleep? It's g-getting pretty l-late by now." He nods and stands up following you to the two-bed bedroom and looked at Sans questioningly as if asking: 'In which one do you want to sleep in?' He understands the silent question and shrugs, before choosing the bed at the window, the one in which you usually sleep because you can see the stars through the window beside it. However, you don't say anything, after all, you asked him in which bed he wanted to sleep...

So you just nod and take the other bed. After you went to the bathroom to change into your pajamas and to brush your teeth you went to the closet in the living room to take some blankets.

You then went back into the bedroom, where Sans was laying on his bed, gazing out the window and now only wearing a white t-shirt and his usual boxers. You throw a blanket at him

"I-It could g-get pretty c-cold later," you say and he thanked you.

You then lay on your bed and brace yourself into your blankets. You looked in his direction the last time wishing him goodnight and he too wished you a good night.

As always: Sleep overcame you soon.

Just wanted to say... The program I'm writing this story in is always marking the stuttering of the Reader as wrong and it gets annoying after a while... I guess what I'm trying to say is: The Reader will probably get less and less nervous in the next chapters... ^^'

Until next time!