It was madness. The moment they found Toriel's liquor cabinet...all hell broke lose. Bottles of wine quickly found themselves empty as the monsters raided them. Frisk was freaking out at them all, telling them to put it back but none of them listened. Eventually, some alcohol got to Frisk and even she fell victim to the reign of madness.
Even little Asriel had gotten into some alcohol and he started singing. Only two people didn't take a single drink. Not surprisingly, Chara stayed clear from the alcohol but held an aborted expression at all the chaos the rest surprised. The other one was much more surprising because he suggested it, Sans. He had sat on the ground and addressed everyone where Toriel would keep her alcohol but he didn't stand. Undyne offered him a bottle, even offered to bring it to him, but he didn't budge. Yet he stayed smiling while the others around him went crazy.
"Sans~" a voice hummed and Sans turned his head to see Frisk coming towards him.
"Sans I'm cold." Frisk whined as she stared at him. There was a tint of red etched across her cheeks from the alcohol and a dazed look in her eyes. She pouted lightly as she crawled over to him from a random spot on the floor she placed herself. Sans glanced back at her but shook his head as he placed his hands in his pocket. "Then get yourself a blanket, kiddo." he instructed yet it only made her whine even more.
"I don't want one." She sighed exasperatedly.
"Then you'll be cold forever." Sans told her with a deadpan expression, well he still had the smile but he always had the smile.
Frisk gasped while her eyes revealed pure horror, "Really?"
"Yep." He nodded.
"Noo!" Frisk whined and moved closer to him as if that would change the untruthful fact he had given her. "Don't let me be cold forever!" she exclaimed while grabbing onto his sleeve, grasping it desperately as if she would fall into an endless abyss if she let go.
"You need to get a blanket." Sans instructed.
Frisk pouted again, "I don't want a blanket though. Blankets aren't any fun unless they're in a fort."
"Blankets are tons of fun." Sans told her, glancing down at the pouting girl. "You can be a superhero with them, you can hide, there's tons you can do."
"Really?" Frisk's eyes glowed at his words and put her face closer to him. Sans raised an eyebrow at her actions but he didn't move back. He just watched her curiously instead.
"Yeah so why don't you go get a blanket?" Sans exclaimed, his eyes still stuck on her despite the chaos that was happening behind them.
"Where are they?" She asked while tilting her head in curiousity.
"It's your house." Sans stated.
Frisk whined, "And I don't know where the blankets are!" she gasped as tears started to cling to her eyes, "I'm a horrible housekeeper! I'm horrible! I shouldn't own a house!"
Tears started pouring from her eyes while she leaned back from Sans, her hands grasping her hair as if she would pull it all out. Sans reached over and grabbed onto her hand before she could. She pouted again but he didn't stop.
"You're not a bad house keeper." He sighed lightly and shook his head.
"Yes I am!" Frisk argued while her tone quickly turned back into a whine, "I'm horrible! I should never ever own a house! Why do I even have a house? There's probably mold!"
"No there's not." Sans exclaimed while his head continued to shake. "You're not even supposed to take care of the house, Toriel is and you just help her. You're her helper."
The pout slowly softened on her face as the realization dawned on her and she just nodded.
"Right..." She mumbled as a relieved expression took place on her face.
She let out a sigh of relief while sitting normal again, her hands fall to her sides when Sans let go of her. "That makes much more sense. I'm not horrible at it..." She mumbled whilst her eyes stared at the ground below before her gaze moved up to Sans. A big, bright smile stretched out on her lips before she leaped forward, wrapped her arms around his bony neck.
Sans blinked a few times while staring down at the girl below, his mind not quite registering what was going on. It took minutes before his brain finally got the message and a light tint of red spread across his bone cheeks. "Uh...what are you doing kid?" he asked, his tone nervous even though he tried to keep it calm. An attempt that failed.
"Thank you!" she exclaimed as she pulled herself closer until plopping herself onto his lap and continuing her hug with him.
The tint of red only spread out further on Sans' cheeks.
"F-For what?" he stuttered while his hand started to move up. It couldn't stop shaking as he hesitantly placed it on Frisk's back, as if to returned the hug.
"For not trying to kill me like everyone else." Frisk murmurred as she placed her head down on his shoulder.
"What?" Sans questioned and raised his non existent eyebrow as he kept his gaze down on her.
"You didn't try to kill me. You could've...but you didn't." Frisk mumbled before the corners of her lips turned upwards into a soft smile, "I know your secret..."
His black eyes widened at her words and a frown curved onto his lips, the blush fading away when a different thought ran through his head. "What?"
"You know about time travel..." Frisk murmurred and gave a soft little hum, nuzzling the side of his head with her nose. "I saw your lab." she exclaimed happily.
"You what?" He questioned while the frown never left his face.
"Your lab. In the basement of your house..."
"How did you see it?" He asked, letting his hands fall down to his side.
"I convinced you I could time travel and you showed me where to go."
Sans sighed and closed his eyes. He didn't remember that. He wasn't able to remember that all. There was no sense of familiarity in her words but he had a lab. No one else knew about it, at least none that would spread the secret around. Frisk wouldn't have been able to just guess there was a time travelling lab, that wasn't a common thing. And to get to his lab he would need a key that Sans gave her. That only Sans could give her.
"Do you remember the password?" he asked with an emotionless expression, no longer touching her of his own but he didn't push her off either.
"Not really. It was something stupid." Frisk giggled lightly, "Like farty bum."
Sans didn't reply, but she was quite closer than he would've wanted her to be.
"It was sad. To get the key that meant I couldn't befriend everyone at first." Frisk whined lightly as she pulled herself closer to him but he still did not touch her back. "I had to wait to befriend Alphys and I didn't like it one bit! I didn't like it at all! Why would you make me not befriend my friend?" she whined again.
Relief flooded through Sans when he heard her words. She was upset that she couldn't be friends with Alphys again.
Though the fact that his suspicions were confirmed, she could indeed time travel, he felt a little better. Hearing her while about not being friends with Alphys made him smile. It helped convince himself that Frisk was pure hearted. That she would be there for anyone. That she was a true pacifist.
"Okay." He mumbled even though there was a little thought in his head. She spoke of how he could kill her, which was true, at least he thought. Yet she beat everyone else without even laying a hand on them so...he wasn't as confident as he may have been when he first met her. The problem was...how did she know that he could've done it?
Sans shook the thought off. The sleepover was to be fun and see everyone embarrass themselves. That was the main reason he offered up the alcohol. He didn't want to interrogate Frisk to find out something that he wouldn't want to know. Ignorance was stupid, but it was a whole lot happier.
"Who wants to play another game?" Undyne growled, her rage becoming more intense with each sip of alcohol that she took. That was more frightening than the original Undyne
"Undyne pway with me." Alphys whined in a childish voice, her shyness slipping away as a child took over her body.
"We'll play a game!" Undyne declared with her hand in the air, whether she was repeating herself or agreeing with Alphys was unknown.
"Ooh not an embarrassing game." Mettaton shook his head with a tint of red on his cheeks as he made his way back to the circle again. How the robot was even able to get drunk was also unknown to the group. But only the sober ones questioned it. Well perhaps that was a lie, Sans frankly didn't care. Chara, however, was a little curious. He still wasn't a monster himself so there were new things for him to learn.
"LET'S PLAY A MOTHERF***ING GAME!" the other skeleton of the group yelled as loud as he could, almost able to shake the house. It wasn't exactly an emotion of anger that was spread out across his face, just excitement. Excitement expressed in a very different way that mimiced anger. The anger part was the only part that made him a bit different than how he normally was.
Asriel was unable to reply or join the group again as everyone else made their way back to the circle. The goat was passed out on the floor with a red face and an empty bottle of beer beside him.
"What game are we playing?" Frisk questioned curiously as she turned around to face them but stayed on Sans' lap.
A light blush spread across the skeleton's cheeks but he forced it away before anyone could see it.
"The best game!" Undyne declared yet her tone stayed angry and rageful despite her words.
"What's that hunney poo?" Alphys questioned, her own voice childish as she wrapped her arms around Undyne. Undyne didn't acknowledge the cuddling, too busy thinking about the type of game that she could call the greatest. There were many great games, but the greatest? That game had got to be worth the title.
"Dare or truth!" Undyne declared, pointing her spear to the ceiling but she didn't throw it. Which would've relieved sober Frisk but it only disappointed drunk Frisk.
Mettaton blushed and glanced to the side before speaking. "D-Don't you mean... truth or dare?" he corrected quietly, never daring to make eye contact with the fearsome fish lady.
"I do not." Undyne announced and glared at him for even thinking such a thing. She shifted her spear over to point at him and he winced, which satisfied her enough to point it to the roof again.
"Dare or truth..." Frisk mumbled and leaned back a little, pressing her back against Sans with a happy smile, "Ooh I do hope this will be interesting..."
