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((I just realized how tricky this is going to be with mostly one character the entire chapter lmao XD wish me luck))

Classic: *Sometime after the others had left, the blue clad skeleton started to wander the bottom level of the house. The upper part was reserved specifically for rooms, meaning that the only things up there were bathrooms, and anything the others he was with had in their spaces. He wasn't going to intrude on their space, so he decided to move around downstairs*

/ the place was quiet, barely making a peep as he stepped over the floor boards. The house was nice and comfy. There was plenty of space to move around, but it wasn't so large as to make someone feel lazy about even thinking about walking from one room to another./

Classic: I wonder what it is like... having others around you that know what you have been through... I wonder... what it is like to have someone who completely understands... is it possible to completely understands someone, but not have them completely understand you ..?

/ The thoughts in his head were all abuzz. The otherwise small internal grievances and general fear of his was always nudging in on him. His emotions and sense of security. Even his own common sense sometimes too was at risk/

Classic: Even so, I should probably stop looking around their space, it is impolite, I really should have asked Nightmare if I would be able to walk around anyway. But I already asked a lot for him to watch all of them earlier... *with a sigh, Classic sits down next to a wall, and covered his head* even after he helped me so much last night...

/ While he took the little bit of time he had to sulk, Classic looks around the room again from where he was, trying to find something that might be of interest. After a few pans around the room, Classic found a book with recipes in it. Curiosity once again took hold of him as he pushed himself up and walked over to the shelf that the book sat on/

Classic: *He brings up a hand, and after grabbing the bind, pulls the book out of the shelf, and opened it. There were several bookmarks in it, ranging from the color white to the dual colors of blue and yellow. After looking at the food on the pages, Classic gathered that it was either foods that they wanted to try out or that they liked. A white page holder on a page with tacos on it.* well, I have nothing better to do... besides, I heard them say they were hungry earlier... maybe I can cook for them to help them out. . .

/ With that said, Classic took the book and closed it, putting it under his arm as he adjusted his slippers and headed into the kitchen. He knew how to cook well, because he cooked for his brother and himself for many, many years. So there was no fear in failing at cooking all of these things. Not to mention since he knew how to cook, he could do more than one, and get it all done before they got home. Most likely he would go back upstairs before they got home, to make sure to give them time to themselves after such a busy day/

Classic: Now let me see... it looks like all of this can amount up to several meals and a good dessert if I do it right. Maybe I can even make them one of the dishes I used to make when I was younger. Pappy loved it. Maybe they will like it a bit. *walking to the sink, Sans got the water going, and made sure to wash his hands to get rid of any germs he may have had on them*

/ Taking a moment to dry them, Sans noted all of the dishes he was making, keeping them on a sticky note he placed over a cabinet door near the stove. He was going to be making Taco's for Cross, Goulash for Dust, Katsudon for Error, Barbecued kebab's for Horror, and Chicken Fried Rice for Nightmare. Since Error's mark was on a desert page, Classic had to think of something for him to eat. With that he had to make Errors Triple Chocolate cake and his special dessert for them as well/

Classic: *gets everything cooking. Working at a great pace. He made sure to keep the kitchen clean and was washing everything as it was being used, that way there was no dish build up. He finished in a matter of about 4 hours, leaving another hour or so before they needed to get home. He himself, in order to keep from consuming any more of their groceries, just grabbed a hot dog, bun, ketchup and called it good for dinner, no matter how much his stomach told him that he was still hungry.*

/ Placing the food on the table, Classic sighed, and looked at a job well done. The food all placed in different spots on the table. All covered to make sure flies and other small particles and pathogens did not infect them./

/ Classic took just a little more time to admire his work proudly before he washed up again, and finished cleaning the kitchen. After putting everything away, he stretched to relieve a loose bone. Hearing a satisfying pop, he sighed, and made sure he was done before going upstairs, and closed his door behind him/

Classic: Ah, that was kind of fun, I hope they like what I cooked... whatever the case, I'm beat... I should try and sleep... but... HE showed up last time... maybe I will just stay awake...

/ as soon as he passed by the tall mirror in the corner of his room, Classic saw another all too familiar figure there with him. The decrepit image of the monster he used to call his father. The wilted form of a man that had long since passed up his former glory and took the plummet offed by the realization of certain sciences./

Classic *Quickly turning to the direction he saw the presence, there was nothing but empty air. He sighed to himself, before he rubbed his eyes again* Maybe I was just... tired... that's all. I can read... yeah... that will work... *before he was able to grab a book though, there was a pounding in his head, and painful throbs start to ring in his head, making him fall to his knees.*

/ Falling to his knees, Classic grabbed at his head, the ringing even took a gash into his health bar, making it go down to 0.8/1.0 since the hot dogs helped him gain his health back earlier. However, the ringing didn't stop. The lock on his door, which could only be turned from the inside, locked itself, and Classic was thrown into the mirror. Making the thing shatter before long glass shards came raining down on him, piercing his skeleton as they embed themselves in him. The pain immense and immobilizing./

Classic: Need to... get... up...

Gaster: Oh Sans... what a little fool. You and I both know I can't do anything to them if I am not there in the same world as you. But I can still do things to you. Sleep well my boy, it looks like I took out most your bar. You very well might bleed out before they get here~ *With a long moment of dark distorted laughter, Gaster then vanished. Leaving Sans to lay in his own blood and pass out. The cold reaching for him.*

Sans: . . . *coughed weakly before closing his eyes* this... feels just... like all of ... those... resets... cold... heh.. heheh.. he-eh... ...

/To be continued/

/ Before anyone gets annoyed later, yes, I plan to attack Classic in here a lot. Because in fics, he is always defending someone else. He needs to be protected because he is powerful, but he has limitations. He also can be caught off guard./