Caramello's are love, Caramello's are life. I have a Caramel addiction (I also have a cough drop addiction. I'm on druuuuuuugs XD coffee is a drug too, and I think I'm beyond addicted to that… I need halp) and I just ate a whole big Caramello in one sitting.
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Frisk looked up at the large house with her arms wrapped around herself. The house was covered in Christmas lights that sent soft shadows down the wood and lit up the snow around it.
Papyrus looked back at her expectantly, his eyes full of enthusiasm.
Frisk walked up the steps slugishly, her legs not wanting to bend. Her mind was still foggy, like it was stuffed with cotton balls.
She returned Papyrus's gaze nervously. She felt awkward going into someone else's house…
Papyrus didn't get the clue and slammed the door wide open, jumping into the house. Snow was scattered across the carpet from his boots.
Frisk was bombarded by a strong warmth from inside the house. It was burning hot compared to the cold outside. She stood on the porch frozen for a few moments like a deer in headlights.
Papyrus turned to her.
"Come on in, human! It's okay! You're letting the warm out!"
With that Frisk rushed inside and closed the door, feeling bad she wasted valuable heat. She self consciously wiped her shoes on the bone mat placed in front of the door for what seemed like that purpose. She distantly noted she had accumulated a lot of snow in her time out.
Papyrus took his cape off roughly and hung it on the back of the door, causing Frisk to shuffle away. Her skin had started burning from warming up after such a long time in the cold. However, she couldn't stop shaking for the life of her.
She looked around slowly.
The house was rather normal looking. The carpet was a pleasant shade of purple, and the walls were a smooth orange. There was a light green sofa off against one wall, and a flat screen tv on the opposite wall. A table sat on the wall next to the door, a single plate with a rock on it. The rock was covered in sprinkles and... fur?
Frisk was startled by the thump of Papyrus's boots as he dashed up the stairs, shouting something. Frisk was left to stand shyly in the living room.
Frisk adjusted her bag. Her shoulder had started to ache, as well as her legs. She had been up and about all day…
That couch sure did look nice.
At the same time a part of her wished she was back in the numbness of the cold. Her whole body was burning. She knew what it felt like to warm up her hands on a winter day and feel them burn, but this was ten times worse. Not to mention her clothes were damp from the snow.
There was another thump from upstairs, and more shouting. Then a rumbly voice she recognized as Sans.
She couldn't hear his words, but for some reason she got the feeling he was annoyed.
Papyrus returned a few seconds later, Sans stumbling behind him. He had taken off his coat and was wearing a white t-shirt with a logo of a wolf on it.
Papyrus turned to glare at Sans, waiting for something.
Sans blinked groggily and looked from his brother to her.
"… hey, snap pea." His voice was flat, making her feel more awkward than ever.
"Sans! The human may have hypothermia! Do something!" Papyrus yelled, stomping his foot.
"…that wouldn't be too cool, would it? Heh."
"SANS!"
"Okay, okay, don't give me the cold shoulder now." The skeleton grinned and approached Frisk. It took Frisk a few moments to realize the sin that had just been committed.
Papyrus grunted in frustration and threw his body on the couch forcefully, making the springs squeak. He then shoved his head into the cushions and screamed.
Sans watched in amusement before turning to her.
"Ya should've seen this coming, puppo."
"…"
"Why didn't you bring a coat or something." Sans asked.
"D-don't have one…" What am I, a walking coat Rack?
Sans blinked slowly.
"Okay, weird. But okay. Paps, in the closet upstairs there should be blankets on the top shelf. Go get 'em."
Papyrus leaped off the couch and said something not even the greatest speech therapist could make out and ran up the stairs.
Frisk watched with wide eyes.
"… you know, you don't have t-"
Sans raised his finger dangerously close to her face in a shushing motion with an all too cheeky grin.
"Shaddup. Would you rather be out there freezing to death? Paps wouldn't be happy and I'd have to fill out paperwork."
Frisk raised an eyebrow.
"Paperwork?"
"Paperwork."
"But you-"
"Paper. Work."
Frisk pushed his finger away.
"You'd have to fill out paper work if I died inside your house, or maybe on your porch."
"Naw, if you died in Snowdin forest while I was on sentry duty I'd have to fill out paperwork. If you died in here I don't think anyone would care. Except Paps. Dead bodies aren't sanitary."
Frisk stared at the skeleton, eyes narrowed.
"…yeah… sanitary… that sure makes me feel better being here." She said dryly. She couldn't help but be slightly amused- albeit still kinda scared.
Sans winked at her.
"Glad that's so." He chuckled.
"HUMAN! I HAVE BROUGHT THE BLANKETS?"
As Frisk turned to face Papyrus she was hit by the worlds biggest stash of blankets. There was so many she ended up falling onto the floor and getting tangled in the giant ball.
"Is that enough?" Papyrus asked from above. Frisk was shocked silent.
Who in their right mind would need this many freaking blankets!?
"… you didn't have to get every single blanket we owned, bro."
"That isn't every single blanket. I have more in my room, and we have yours too."
"No thank you!" Frisk said hastily from under the mass of blankets. She was scared her voice was too muffled to hear. Finally, she stuck her head out from under the mass, breathing in sweet air. Oh dear god…
Sans snorted in amusement, while Papyrus threw him a confused glance.
"While you get comfy, human, I shall make you the famous meatballs of the Great Chef Papyrus!"
Papyrus ran towards what could be assumed to be the kitchen.
"… he's got a hella lot of energy…" Frisk muttered.
"Well, that's my bro for you. See what I meant? He doesn't mean no harm."
Frisk looked up at Sans, and caught a relieved look on his face.
Was he scared I'd hurt him?
Sans stretched his arms and then walked over to the couch, plopping himself onto it.
Frisk didn't move from her spot on the floor.
Sans stared at her through half lidded eyes, seemingly contemplating something, before patting the spot on the couch beside him.
Frisk edged under the blanket.
"A-are you… I could… "
Sans sighed.
"Do I have to go get a doggie treat? Or maybe the rolled up newspaper. Get over here."
Frisk glared at him before grabbing the wad of blankets and walking over, sitting down. She felt ten times more awkward now, and messed with the collar of her sweater. She eventually pulled the blankets up around her and positioned them into something that resembled a nest.
Sans was completely quiet, staring at the blank tv. Frisk didn't say anything. She silently put her bag on the floor under the armrest.
She was now pretty warm- and drowsy- when Papyrus came dashing in from the kitchen, holding a tray. A strong, burnt smell assaulted her nose.
Sans lazily looked at his brother as Frisk flinched.
Those don't smell too… nice… Also, don't you make spaghetti with meatballs or something?
Papyrus shoved the tray into their faces, and Frisk felt heat radiating from it, telling her it was fresh from the oven. Misshapen, sad little things that at least somewhat resembled meatballs sat on the foil.
Frisk pulled her head further under the blankets.
"Human, brother, try them! They may be my best batch yet!"
The tray was then shoved further into their faces.
Sans muttered a tired "sure bro" and reached up, grabbing the one closest to him. He then promptly ate it. Frisk couldn't help wondering again how they could eat.
"Well, brother?"
Sans hesitated. Oh no…
"Real good, Papy."
They both turned and gazed at Frisk, waiting.
Frisk swallowed hard.
I'd be rude not to… and I am hungry… so…
Frisk shakily freed a hand from her blankets and reached forward, grabbing the smallest one she could. It was burning hot, but she put the little meat ball in her mouth anyways.
…indescribable…
Frisk fought the urge to spit it back up and swallowed the…thing… giving Papyrus a thumbs up so she didn't gag.
The joy on his face nearly made up for it.
"Wowie, really? You like it? Here, have them all!" Papyrus put the tray closer.
Frisk shook her head.
"I-I'm sorry… I-I'm not too h-hungry right now… maybe tomorrow?"
Papyrus blinked.
"Sure, human! You must be tired. You are spending the night, right?"
Frisk stiffened a little.
A-am I?
One glance at Papyrus's hope filled face made her mind up for her.
"S-sure, if… that's… okay…" she shrugged.
The tall skeleton leaped into the air.
"OF COURSE, HUMAN!"
Papyrus did a little dance before looking down at Sans.
Sans looked back up at him with one eye, the other closed.
"Sans? … can I go to bed now?"
"Why are ya asking me?"
"…bedtime story?"
"Oh."
Frisk tilted her head.
Bedtime…story…? Sans really does baby you…
A quick look from Sans told her to hold her tongue.
The older brother peeled himself from the couch, yawning.
"Alright, I'm coming. You." He pointed at her. "The bathrooms upstairs. The room before the room with the keep out sign. If ya need anything, we'll be in the first room up the stairs. If you need a drink or something help yourself, the kitchen is over there."
Papyrus had left to put his tray of meatballs in the kitchen and now was running up the stairs.
She wondered how the poor stairs took so much abuse.
Sans followed slowly, his steps making no noise in comparison.
Frisk watched him go.
"T-thanks…" she said, a little too late, she thought.
To her surprise Sans turned and winked at her before disappearing up the steps.
He really does have the hearing of a wolf…
After a few minutes of sitting around Frisk decided she should probably go to the bathroom. She rummaged through her bag to find the toothbrush and toothpaste Asgore gave her before wandering nervously up the stairs, shutting the light off on her way.
After she did so she returned to the couch, nuzzling back under the blankets. She pulled her scarf off and put it in her bag, reaching in to pull out the water bottle and bag of jerky she took with her.
The bottle was half frozen, and the jerky was cold and hard. At least it was something, though. She still had the can of stew, but that required getting up and cooking it. And she didn't want to do that in the skeletons house.
It was odd, she mused, that she was now sleeping in the house of the people who scared the everliving crap out of her a few hours ago. It was playing itself in a similar manner to Asgore and the ruins, except they acted more like friends than a fatherly figure.
She was pretty comfortable with Papyrus, even though they had just fought. He was sweet and, all though not the brightest, a very kind person.
Sans seemed nice too, but something about him unsettled her and she felt that feeling would never go away.
She had to admit she was growing increasingly fond of the two of them.
Frisk sat up, looking out the window. The snow outside was almost breathtaking, golden hues glowing across the glittering white. It was so homely, and she wished someplace like this could be on the surface.
Frisk laid back down, her mind swimming despite her weariness.
Frisk stared at the ceiling, feeling her breathing even out.
Just as she was closing her eyes she felt a presence in the room, and heard the faintest shuffle of fabric.
Frisk felt herself tense up, her eyes slowly turning towards the stairs.
Sans was walking down, the faint light reflecting off of his skull.
He walked down the stairs silently and went into the kitchen. Frisk had to admire his ability to walk completely silent and fluidly, like he really was part wolf.
Could she do that too?
Maybe… being a… werewolf of sorts is a little good. Maybe…
She knew how she would be looked at by other humans once she returned.
But did that matter when down here she was viewed as just fine… once they got past the fact of her being human.
Frisk smiled softly, feeling a warm happiness. The world above was just to big for her to belong, to fit and lead an life people cared about.
Down here was too small to not care about anyone, no matter who they were.
Or maybe it was a trait of monsters to care? Hell if she knew.
Frisk forcefully shut her eyes as Sans returned. She tried to listen to him, but he was like a ghost. He didn't exist unless she could see him…
Until she felt the couch seat move.
Frisk cracked her eye open and found the skeleton sitting against the couch, on the floor. He had a greasy bag clutched in one hand and a remote in the other.
He clicked the TV on, and Frisk had to shut her eyes from the sudden blue light.
Everything was silent for a few moments until she heard the rustle of the bag, and she assumed Sans was digging into his dinner.
She assumed wrong.
She knew this when something that smelled like heaven was shoved in her face.
"I'm assuming you're hungry, snap pea."
Frisk's eyes snapped open in surprise.
Sans's grin grew wider.
"Sorry but I know you're not sleeping. I may be empty headed, but that doesn't mean I'm stupid." Sans knocked his skull, making Frisk groan.
"… hrrr, what gave me away?"
Frisk sat up stretching her legs.
" breathing."
"Oh."
Sans raised a brow.
"You gonna take this or what?"
Frisk looked down at the burger.
"…sure? No onions, right?"
"Nope. I don't eat that shit."
Frisk glared at him.
"Language."
"Number one, it's my house. I can be as foul mouthed as I want. Two, I'm too lazy to censor myself. Three, it's true."
Frisk sighed and nodded, taking the food.
"Just cause it's true doesn't mean you have to say it. If you don't have anything nice to say don't say anything at all." She said sarcastically.
Sans chuckled.
"Yeah, onions have feelings. Sure. I don't care, they're little shits."
Frisk's ear twitched.
"Wow, you sure do feel strongly about onions. Thanks for the food, though…"She said, unwrapping the burger.
"Yeah." Sans replied, going back into the bag. He pulled out another burger and a large carton of fries.
"Help yourself. You get kudos after before." Sans held the fries up.
"Huh?"
"What you did for my brother. Not only did ya spare him, you downed one of his meatballs."
Frisk huffed.
"Oh yeah… I honestly don't know which is worse…"
"It's better than what he used to make before. It's somewhat edible. Maybe he'll make something you can call food in a year. But you gotta admit, he tries real hard."
Frisk was still for a moment before nodding.
"Yeah, I guess. Maybe a little too hard." She said before taking a bite out of her burger. It was a little cool, but it had a good burst of flavor. It tasted more like a homemade burger than anything.
Something flashed in Sans's eyes.
"Better too hard than not hard enough."
Frisk blinked.
"I guess. Hey, where did you get this, anyways?" Frisk asked, pointing at the burger.
Sans turned back to the TV.
"Grillby's. I'll take you there tomorrow if you want. It's real nice, lots of good folk there."
Frisk looked away.
"I… guess…"
She had planned on keeping on her journey… but maybe spending some time here wouldn't be so bad.
She actually looked forward to it.
"Welp, anyways, what are you in the mood to watch?" Sans asked.
"I dunno." Frisk answered.
Sans pressed a button, and a channel display came up.
"Well, there's some stupid gossip show called office girls, Chucky, monster shat, or 22 wedding dresses."
"Not chucky." Frisk said hastily.
Sans turned to her, amused.
"What, you scared of a little doll or something?"
"Shut up."
Sans snorted.
Frisk huffed, taking a few fries.
"Welp, 22 wedding dresses it is."
Frisk squinted, looking closer at the screen.
"Is that on all week?"
"That's the only thing that channel plays."
"… weird."
Sans hummed in agreement and pressed another button, turning the movie on.
"By the way, you can stay here as long as you need too. Paps gets real lonely sometimes, I'm sure he'd appreciate it."
With that, he went quiet.
The movie was surprisingly interesting, but Frisk felt herself drowsing off regardless. Near the end she could hear Sans snoring on the floor.
She vaguely wondered why he wasn't in his own room sleeping, but remembered he probably fell asleep during the movie.
As the credits rolled, the TV shut itself off, leaving the room in darkness. The blank screen made her uneasy.
Frisk closed her eyes and let the soft sounds of Sans's snoring lull her into unconsciousness.
…
Frisk was unceremoniously woken up by yelling.
"YOU LAZY BONES, WAKE UP!"
This was followed by groaning.
Frisk groggily realized Sans wasn't on the floor anymore. He must have moved while she was asleep.
"SANS!"
Frisk sat up, yawning. She wanted to go back to sleep herself.
"WAKE UP!"
"I'm up, I'm up…" Sans replied from upstairs.
Papyrus came stomping down, his cape and scarf trailing after him.
"Human, you are up! I hope you had a good nights sleep! I must attend to my puzzles, please watch my brother for me."
Before Frisk could reply, the flamboyant skeleton was already out the door.
Frisk stared in his direction.
"…huh."
Sans came down the stairs, looking half asleep.
"Uuuuuuuuugggghhh…"
"… good… morning…"
"Bad mornings…" Sans grumbled back.
Frisk watched as the skeleton made his way to the kitchen, his feet dragging in the ground. He was wearing only one sock.
Someone's not a morning person. Frisk observed.
Sans returned with a coffee pot full of dark black coffee. He sat on the couch next to her and began drinking the coffee black, straight from the coffee pot.
Frisk stared at the skeleton like he had grown pink wings.
The lights in his eye sockets slowly moved to her.
"…what?"
"…you're… never mind."
Frisk shook her head and stood up, shoving the blankets off her and moving up the stairs to the bathroom.
When she returned, Sans had finished the coffee and had put his jacket back on, as well as his slippers.
"I'm goin' to Grillby's, wanna come?" He asked, a lazy grin back on his face.
"Sure… hold on." Frisk was a little peeved he was going so soon, but she had said she'd go last night. So she decided all she could do was go over to her bag and grab her scarf, and fix the blankets on the couch to make them somewhat presentable.
Sans had opened the door, letting cold air in.
Frisk glared it him, pulling her purple scarf around her neck.
"You're letting cold air in."
"So? Paps not here."
"Nnnngggh." She didn't want to deal with the cold again.
Sans walked out the door, and Frisk followed wordlessly.
The town wasn't as pretty as it was at night, but it still held that homely quality to it. There were a few monsters scattered about, all warm and friendly looking. A few of them waved at Sans, and he grinned back at them.
I guess everyone knows everyone in such a small town.
However, she noticed after while Sans's wolfish grin felt tight, and a few older monsters have him frightened or even unfriendly looks. Sans seemed to ignore them but she felt a tense atmosphere develop.
Frisk caught sight of Snowdrake, who was talking to two little monsters with icicles sticking from their heads. She resisted the urge to say hi (and save the two little monsters from pun-ishment) and kept on following Sans.
The snow was extra crisp, crunching loudly under her feet. It was a little hard to walk in, but Sans seemed to have no issue at all.
She'd get used to it.
They stopped in front of a little building that said "Lifary" on the front.
"This is the library. The sign is misspelled."
Frisk stared at it.
"How'd they manage that?"
"Beyond me."
Sans kept on walking through the town. They eventually came to what Frisk assumed to by Grillby's, the biggest building in town.
Sans opened the door, hitting the bell in the top of the door. The sound was soft and pleasant.
Frisk stopped quick to kick snow off of her shoes before entering.
The restaurant was very warm and welcoming on the inside. The wooden floor was well polished, and the walls lit by little lanterns placed at intervals along its length. There were various tables around, and a front bar counter with stools. Various fake fur skins were hung on the walls, and the cloth on the front counter seemed to be made out of the same stuff. There were a handful of monsters about, and Frisk recognized the Greater dog sitting at the largest table.
Behind the counter was a flame monster cleaning a glass, and behind him were a various assortment of bottles.
When Sans had said nice, she didn't think of this. Despite that, she liked it. It felt… homely, just like the rest of the town.
Sans lead her to the stools in the front, and they passed Lesser dog. Frisk felt a twinge of fear seeing the dog again, but it looked completely absorbed in the game of chess it seemed to be playing against itself. It was growling softly.
Near the Lesser dog was a tall creature in a black cloak that covered its face and body. It seemed to be smoking something that smelled very odd.
Frisk shook herself and climbed onto the stool next to Sans. The stools were rather large in size, probably to accommodate for the larger monsters.
"Alright, were here. Whatcha think?" Sans asked, resting his head on the counter.
Frisk looked around again, feeling a few eyes turn to her.
"Ummm….it's… nice, I guess…"
Sans blinked slowly.
"Cool. So, whadya want?"
Frisk jumped a little.
"Huh? Oh, um… I don't want to… bother…"
"Okay, remember our little discussion about dead bodies being unsanitary? You need food to live. Whaddya want?"
Frisk shrunk in on herself. She didn't know how, but The flame monster seemed amused.
"I guess… fries?"
"That sounds cool. I guess I'll get that too. Hey, Grillby, we'll have a double order of fries." Sans said to the fire monster.
The fire monster- Grillby- nodded before going into a room in the back.
Sans pulled his head off the table, scratching his head.
"So, while we're waiting for the grub, I wanted to ask ya something. I forgot to ask you yesterday."
"Hmmm?" Frisk hummed absentmindedly, not looking at him.
Suddenly, the air around her seemed colder, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Frisk's head snapped up, turning to Sans.
His eyes were pitch black.
"I've gotta ask… do you know anything about a talking flower?"