Midnight Feast

Sans rubbed his forehead and looked at the clock. Half past twelve. He sighed.

"Go to bed," he ordered himself.

With a groan he got to his feet and put the sheets of paper he had filled with scribbly formulas on a messy pile. He mumbled to himself as he locked the door of the basement lab behind him and trudged up the stairs.

Everything was quiet and dark in the house, but just as he was about to go into his bedroom, he heard the unmistakable sound of Frisk's giggle. He turned around and saw that the door to Toriel's bedroom was partially open and a faint light was coming from it.

Quietly he crossed the hallway and looked inside.

"Sans!" Frisk greeted him in a loud whisper.

Toriel and Frisk were sitting side by side in Toriel's bed. They held a large plate of cheese and crackers between them and Toriel had wrapped a shawl around her bedside lamp to dim the light. Next to the light on her bedside table, stood a big mug of steaming tea.

"I accidentally woke up Frisk when I went downstairs to make myself some tea," Toriel explained in a whisper. "And Frisk was a little hungry so we decided to have a midnight feast."

"Heh," Sans grinned. "Cute."

"You can have some too!" Frisk said generously.

"Eh, no thanks, kid," Sans mumbled. "That's alright."

"Oh, come on," Frisk whined and they scooted closer to Toriel. "There's more than enough room."

Sans gave Toriel a nervous look.

"I don't think-"

"Go on, Sans," Toriel laughed. "It's so cosy."

"You sure?" he asked, still hesitant.

"Yeah," she smiled. "Go on."

Sans sat down on the bed next to Frisk.

"Toriel's duvet is sooo big," Frisk grinned, giving him a corner.

"It was just so fluffy," Toriel said apologetically. "I just had to buy it."

Sans took a cracker and smiled.

"You're right," he said. "This is pretty nice."

"It's like a nest," Frisk said happily, sinking back into the pillows.

Toriel drank her tea and Frisk wolfed down some more crackers. Sans watched Frisk get drowsier and drowsier until they fell asleep, snuggled in between Toriel and himself.

"Would you look at that," Toriel smiled.

"Well it's pretty late," Sans grinned.

"Yeah," Toriel said, quietly putting her empty mug aside. "What were you working on down there?"

"Eh," Sans shook his head. "A theory that probably won't work out."

"Don't say that, Sans," Toriel said. "I don't know what you're trying to do, but you're incredibly clever so I'm sure you'll figure it out."

"Thanks," he smiled.

Toriel laid back a bit, careful not to disturb Frisk.

"Shall I carry them to their own bed?" Sans offered.

"No…" Toriel said softly. "They look so comfy…"

"Okay," Sans grinned.

"Frisk is right, it is just like a nest," Toriel said. "A big, warm, happy nest."

"You make one hell of a mama bird, Tori," Sans grinned.

"I know, I'm terrible," Toriel sighed. "Do I boss you and your brother around?"

"What?" Sans said, not having meant to criticize her. "No!"

He smiled at Toriel across the bed.

"You only boss me when I deserve it," he said.

Toriel laughed softly. Sans was about to say something else, but he thought the better of it and didn't.

"That thing you're working on," Toriel said. "Is it for the university?"

The local university had sought contact with Alphys and she was working there now in the robotics department. But she had recommended Sans to the experimental physics team and he had reluctantly agreed to work with them.

"Nah," Sans shook his head. "I gave them one of my formula's about space-time and they're still angry about that."

"Oh dear, really?" Toriel said.

"No I don't mean angry, I mean they don't understand it," Sans grinned.

"Oh," Toriel said doubtfully. "But you like the work right?"

"Sure, it's great," he grinned. "I explain something to them and then I take a nap while they yell at each other."

Toriel laughed softly.

"Poor humans," she said, smiling.

"Nah, I'm nice to them," Sans assured her. "They're good people, the thought of teleportation just really freaks them out somehow."

Toriel smiled and raised her paw to her face to hide a yawn. Beside her Frisk made a content sleepy sound and stretched out like a starfish, putting one foot and one arm on each of their parents. Toriel put her head down on the pillow next to them and sighed.

"You look happy, Tori," Sans said quietly.

"I am," Toriel said.

Sans laughed softly and carefully tried to move away from Friks's starfish grip. Frisk frowned in their sleep and made a discontented noise. Toriel reached out above their head and tugged on Sans' sleeve.

"Couldn't you just…stay?" she asked, a little shyly. "It's nice to be like this."

Sans hesitated, looked at Frisk and Toriel and sank back into the pillows.

"Sure," he said with a half-smile.

Toriel smiled at him and closed her eyes. In between them Frisk seemed to grin triumphantly in their sleep. Sans yawned and closed his eyes as well. It was strange to hear two other sets of breathing in the room, but it wasn't unpleasant. Within minutes all three of them were fast asleep.

Yeah, my Soriel bias is getting a little out of control. Sorry about that ;)

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