{Summary}: Frisk is forced to play Russian roulette as she stays trapped in the confines of the skeleton brothers home. There is no hope for escape. Sometimes the pressures of life begin to weigh on the heart and mind. They dig in and try to scoop out the hope only to fill it with despair. That has never stopped her before and sometimes. Just sometimes even in the worst situations. There can be a small ray of hope and a little downtime.
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Welcome to the Underworld
{Log 2: Snowdin
Entry 9: Downtime}
The skeleton leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed and a smirk plastered to his face growing with each passing second. He had a plan to get the human out of the house but it would require a little...persuasion. His crimson eyes stalked her glowing softly in their onyx depths. The tone of his voice had gone from suggestive to flirty in a span of three seconds. He scanned her face noticing how her mouth opened forming a soft "o" with powder pink lips. The way her eyes widened just a little while the space between the white of her eyes and blue expanded had him unable to look away. It made him want to mess with her all the more, "Whazza matta kitten? Ain't inta da night scene?" He waited for her response tilting his upper body toward her, "Betta make a decision quick 'fore Paps comes back." His shoe rested on the bottom of the door only to use his weight to push himself upright as he kept his ruby gaze locked with her stunning blue ones.
Frisk just looked at him. That caring air about him was replaced with a familiar flirty aloofness. She had been somewhat frightened by that jagged grin but it appeared to grow even wider on his face causing that singular gold tooth to stand out in the lighting of the bathroom. The poor human could hardly tell if this was the real Sans Fontaine or the wall he built to survive the treachery of this underground prison. Her hopes clung to the latter but there was no telling which statement was more accurate. She was in his home with his dangerous brother downstairs. There was nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. She had no choice but to trust him, "I...I'll do as you ask Sans." Her lip wavered lightly as she replied not prepared for what her skeletal jailer had in mind. The idea of a nightclub was not too threatening though she could only assume he was referring to the building she had passed earlier.
Sans was at least in approval of her compliance as he vanished from her line of sight to appear right behind her lightly grabbing her shoulders before vanishing upstairs once more. He held her there for a moment keenly aware that his fingers were lingering longer than was needed. His fingers grazed over her arms to turn her to look at him. He apparently still did not know the meaning of boundaries. At least she was not shaking any longer and sinking into a space in which only she could follow. The hands that had her arms in a gentle grip loosened and fell to their sides. He closed his left eye socket as if in a suggestive wink, "So darlin' looks like I gotta talk ta da Boss first. Ya gonna be a good little kitten and stay put yeah? Don't want ta see ya climbin' any more trees n shit. I patched ya up once I ain't doin it again. Then we'll head ta tha club. Dere's someone I want ya ta meet." One half of him was dreading the conversation downstairs while the other half seemed to be a little too eager to put his plan into effect.
Frisk was not planning on trying to escape anymore anyway. It all felt relatively pointless as there were only two options for her. The first was to be caught and inevitably killed by The Guard. The second was Sans finding her once again and dropping her off in this room for the third time. It was best to just trust the gold-toothed skeleton as she nodded, "I won't." She had no real choice in the matter anyway. Her mind wandered before she saw the look on his face change from one that was mildly commanding to one of excitement. What the stars was he so excited about? She had a bad feeling about that sudden shift in emotion.
The skeleton just pat her on the shoulder gently with a smile. He nearly always had a smile etched into his face but this time it was softer than normal. He knew that he would have to leave her in order to not raise Papyrus suspicions. His thoughts drifted to what the conversation might be about considering his brother had emphasized its importance. It was a fact that when Papyrus was serious he called meetings downstairs. If he wasn't then he would just scold and mention the subject off-handedly hoping Sans was listening, "Good. Glad yer learnin doll. I'll come 'n get ya when I'm done with Pap." He removed his hand from her shoulder before disappearing once again. She would be just fine on her own if only for a little while.
His boots caused the floorboards to let out a small squeak when he appeared in his room. He was just using it as an in-between and did not even feel the need to clean it up. He didn't sleep here anyway. He passed through the open door and made his way down the steps. His tardiness would not be acceptable when he was summoned so long ago. As he rounded the corner of the staircase he could just barely make out the soft sound of plates in the kitchen. Boss always cooked when he was stressed or his nerves were shot. This was already shaping up to be an interesting conversation.
He made silent strides down the steps and into the kitchen area watching his brother work with a focused expression on his scarred face. He was no longer in his light armor but rather his button up orange shirt. Boss had always been the fashionable one of the two. No one ever saw him in standard attire especially something of such a bright hue. It was a shame how his brother had gone from wearing oranges and purples to blacks and reds. The look in his eye sockets told him that there was something severely eating at his mind. The vegetables met with the blade gently held by his skeletal hands. He had rolled up his sleeves while he worked showing off some scarring closer to the wrist and forearm.
Papyrus was a food connoisseur and had been since they were kids. Even if his brother knew nothing about his day job he still made him meals to take with him every single day. Sans could only assume that it was his way of keeping some normalcy in their upside world order. It was therapeutic for him and kept his mind in balance. Now he hid all those things that made up his personality in order to be the terrifying " Boss " or commander of the Royal Guard. Just standing there Sans scratched the back of his head before making his presence known so that he would be able to get back to the kid, "Hey Pap ya needed ta talk to me?" His brother was rarely startled as he watched the elder set down the knife that was gingerly held in his hands accompanied by an exasperated sigh.
Sans watched as his brother turned to face him. He did not have the expression of the fierce leader of the Royal Guard. His eye sockets had that distinct shade of red that rimmed the outer section of bone making him look more tired than he actually was. It appeared to be a trait that those that suffered endless sleepless torment exhibited. As the elder of the two brothers gestured toward one of the stools at the island Sans took that as a soft encouragement to sit. He would always listen to Pap even if they did not see eye socket to eye socket all the time. He sat on the plush black cushion waiting for his brother to speak.
The skeleton had been preparing a meal before he would have their little conversation. He turned to face his sibling setting down his kitchen knife in the process, dinner could wait. The gloves that he wore on a daily basis were absent from his hands as he raised it to clear his nonexistent throat, "Sans we need to discuss what happened yesterday afternoon. I know that I was rather...harsh on you brother. I worry." He removed his bony hand from his mouth to set in on the island before staring at the black stone of the countertop, "Alphys swears that a human passed by your post. She will not back down brother. If you continue this you could be branded a traitor." Papyrus was usually calm and collected but as of present he was digging the tips of his phalanges into the island with an anxious amount of effort, "Did you or did you not see a human?" His eyes returned back to his brother.
Sans was not one hundred percent sure what the conversion was going to entail but as soon as it began with the events that had transpired the previous day he knew what was coming. He sat on the stool with his arm resting on the counter. His brother was not one to lower his voice even when they were at home. The word traitor smacked him across the face as if he had been hit with a well-placed hand. That had happened earlier but that was not what he was feeling right now. If only his brother knew. A light growl slipped past his jagged mouth. He was not angry at his brother but rather the scientist that insisted that he was lying. He was lying but that's beside the point, "Alphy tryin to brand me as a traitor ta da crown now? Feh… she'll do anythin ta take me down won't she?" He was purposefully avoiding the question as he no longer wanted to lie to his brother. The only problem was that he had no choice.
Papyrus could see the tension in the eyes of the other as he awaited a response. His brother had his teeth nearly mashed together as his frustrations began to peak. The response that he received was neither satisfactory or helpful. In fact, it appeared that the younger skeleton was tiptoeing around the true question entirely. He kept his gaze locked firmly on him as the sockets narrowed, "THOUGH I DO NOT AGREE WITH ALPHYS PETTY SQUABBLE WITH YOU BROTHER, ASGORE KNOWS WHAT IT IS ABOUT, YOU HAVE REFUSED TO ANSWER THE QUESTION." The lankier of the twos nasal ridge was nearly touching the other as he leaned in close to reprimand his facetious sibling. His voice was dangerously steady and slow as he nearly growled out the words, "DID YOU OR DID YOU NOT SEE A HUMAN, BROTHER?"
Papyrus had a relatively tall stature compared to himself and other monsters. While he was at a simple height of five foot nine. His brother was nearly double that height at seven foot six. It made for an impressive interrogation tactic when one loomed over their target shrouding their entire quaking form in shadow save for the ruby burn of eye lights above them. It even made Sans nervous as much as he knew his brother would never physically harm him. One half of the now shrinking skeleton wanted to tell his brother the truth and attempt to explain his reasoning but the other was more logical and cynical forcing the words from his mouth, "Nah Pap ain't seen a human and tell Alph that I ain't dealin with her shit no more. Asgore even told 'er ta knock it off. What I gotta do ta be left alone?" He really was sick of Alphys shit at this point even if this conversation technically had nothing to do with the pale yellow drake.
Boss did not budge from his spot for a few moments watching his brother become a skeletal turtle with the turtleneck and collar he always wore. He had told him to remove the item as it made for a rather unsavory implication considering his title but he would refuse and mutter cryptically in defense instead. The tension housed in his entire body faded allowing him to stand to his full height once more, "Brother I implore you to fix your relations with that woman. I can no longer force my own bias upon them. That is what I wished to discuss. You are free to go about your business as you please." He waved his hand tiredly and made his way back to the cutting board. He was making a vegetable stew tonight as he felt something warm and hearty would be pleasant. His skeletal fingers once again found their rightful place against the handle of the cutlery with ease before turning his head to glance over his shoulder, "Dinner will be ready in an hour." The skeletons attention once again returned to his craft leaving his brother in the absence of speech and soft noises of the kitchen.
The younger of the duo swung his legs to the side of the stool before standing and stretching. His entire spinal column popped consecutively all the way to his neck causing both skeletons to shudder. It was not a pleasant feeling or sound for either of the two. It was time for Sans to return to his little secret. He was afraid that Boss would press the issue further that he noticed more and more that his brother's energy was waning. It was a difficult full-time job to play a part and pretend you were one way when you were really another. This is what their world had imposed upon them all. Even for the skeleton that now made his way up the steps. All he did was snap appearing in his true room once more. The last time that he had teleported his expectations were dashed by finding a certain human captive had escaped. This time that was not the case as he saw her just quietly napping on his bed.
She was curled up on top of the plush midnight blue comforter breathing softly. Her face was relaxed as if she was having a pleasant dream and she had her arms curled around one of Sans pillows. The tip of her nose just gently brushed the fabric as she nuzzled the inanimate object close to her. She treated it as if it were something precious but maybe that was due to the fact that she did not have anything of such value. He stood there for a moment thinking back to the countless times that he had put an end to this human. The one that now looked so peaceful in the arms of sleep. He had thought of her as a threat? Perhaps…
Instead, he moved to the opposite side where the now sleeping human had her restful repose and lay down himself. It was still too early to set his plan into motion as his crimson gaze lingered on the angled ceiling of his room. He hated these moments. The moments that he was forced to wander through his own skull out of sheer boredom. He let his mind drift for a while before his light breathing was added to her own.
Time slipped by quickly straining through the pairs fingers as their sleep was interrupted by each other suddenly. Frisk did not know that she was a cuddler but she ended up waking up in shock to find her arms around a certain sweater-clad skeleton who was snoring softly next to her. The action had her quickly pulling back, shuddering, and then feeling the urge to expel what little she had in her stomach. In fact, she felt she needed to sneak out onto the patio again just to head through the front door and scrub the skeleton off her. Just because he patched her up before did not mean she was just going to have her guard down around him. He had done far too much for her to just ignore.
The instant that she had released her gentle hold on his body Sans awoke with a groan cutting short the earlier reverberation of nonexistent nasal passages. He awoke with a look of disapproval molding his face. He did not know what she had been doing but it woke him up regardless. He rose from his spot on the bed to sit upright and blink sleepily at the girl that was not attempting to flee the area as he assumed entirely. Instead of removing himself from the comforter he placed his skeletal palm under his skull resting it there. His red eyes bore into hers with that lazy grin on his face. The room was bright casting an intense shine on the gold tooth that rested at the very far corner of his mouth. She just stood shifting her weight to one side as he looked at her. Her lips parted to make a feisty quip back at him but the sound of her stomach growling took its place. She had not eaten anything since her breakfast with Mae.
Sans was just eyeing her like a piece of meat waving in front of a starving dogs face. He really had no shame, did he? He must have picked up on her reaction. His arms rose above his head as he sat upright and stretched never quite taking his eyes off her. A soft unexpected yawn that escaped him was the only exception. The growl that emanated from her stomach had him resting his elbows on his knees before speaking, "Hungry dere kitten?" His eye sockets were raised in such a way that added to the rhetorical question. He already knew of her hunger just from the noise alone but that did not stop him from playing with her. He had planned to get her something after dinner with his brother. She had nearly eaten all of Papyrus' cooking before so he assumed it would not be an issue now. Yes, he knew about the lasagna.
The girl did not respond to his inquiry only staring at him with a furrowed brow. The action caused him to roll his eye lights to the top of his sockets and yawned in boredom, "Tell ya what kitten. I'll bring ya somethin ta eat while ya go take a shower." He smirked at her before snarkily responding leaving her no opportunity to speak back to him, "Ya smell likea wet pup." He rose from his spot on the bed to walk a little closer. A gesture that had him noticing that she took a step back in order for her to put some distance between them. The action made him frown for a second before placing his hand in his pocket just staring at her waiting for some kind of retort.
Frisk placed a hand over her stomach in embarrassment as she kept her sapphire eyes glued to him. She had this ever growing fear in the back of her mind that if she blinked just a little too long then he would disappear. There was no way that she was going to let him blindside her anymore, teleportation ability or not. The hand that was gently placed on her stomach gripped at the fabric in annoyance. She was hungry and her rumbling stomach did not help. He had offered to get her some food which she had to admit she would be grateful for. She was sure that her own stomach was beginning to digest itself. What was worse was the fact that her starvation was making her weaker. Her head felt cloudy, her eyes forced themselves to stay open, and she could feel her logical mind beginning to slip from her.
The poor girl's eyes felt like lead weights as she struggled to keep herself afloat in the sea of exhaustion. All she could focus on was her stomach, "I don't need your insults…" She huffed lightly and folded her arms across her chest before looking away, "But a shower does sound nice." Frisk could only imagine that she smelt worse than a wet puppy. She had traversed the perils of Snowdin forest time and time again. The last time that she had taken a nice long relaxing shower was at Toriel's. She had a feeling that the dogs could smell her from a mile away at this point. She was not going to give him the satisfaction. Her display of irritation grew in ferocity as she tapped her foot.
The only way to get out of the room was only two options. The first was to take the route that she had before which evidently did not end up well. He had also gone to great lengths to prevent another escape attempt. The second was to get on Sans good side and have him teleport her out of the room. She had no intention to leave as she knew it was pointless. Not that she wanted to get on any side of him. All her attention, however, was now solely focused on a nice hot shower and a bite to eat, "Well?" She was beginning to feel a little snarky and knowing his disposition he would either play along or he would be aggressive.
Sans felt a chuckle bubble up from his chest to mix with his baritone of a voice, "Well sure doll. Can't have ya stinkin up tha place can I?" He laughed again before taking another step toward the human girl trying to act tough in front of him. She was rather feisty he would give her that. A skeletal hand outstretched toward her, "All ya gotta do is take ma hand doll." He had been keeping his distance up until this point. His attention was solely on her and her comfort level. She had slapped him across the face before and cowered in his presence. After the events beside the river, she had loosened up a bit. He wanted to see how she would react given the choice.
Frisk had her head turned away from him with a snort of disapproval at another insult. She did not even have to turn her head to see out of her peripherals that he was inching closer to her. Her first inclination was to take a step back but her body would not comply with that command. Instead, it kept her in place only to force her gaze back on the skeleton that now had his hand extended to her. The voice in the back of her mind continued to gnaw at her telling her to stay strong. At first, her fingers nearly touched his open palm only to pause and pull back a little bit. She had to trust him right? Even if she did not want to do it. It took but a moment as her hand met with a boney palm. It enclosed around her hand bringing her a surprising tender warmth.
She should have known better as he tugged her forward causing her to nearly faceplant into his chest. He really enjoyed doing that, didn't he? Her reaction was still the same. A single shudder that had his smirk only growing a little wider though the aura behind it felt very different than before. She glared at him, "Would you mind?" Her eyes were narrowed and eyebrows furrowed in genuine frustration. It would seem that Sans would not give her personal space anytime soon. She was forced to look at him the entire time causing her stomach to turn only for the scenery of the room to change to that of the bathroom. All she wanted was a nice hot shower though showering in the house made her feel more exposed.
He released her once they were inside the bathroom. He could not send her to Grillby's like this. She had to look her best right? The skeleton used his bony thumb to point toward the set of double cabinets under the sink, "Heres tha deal kitten. Gotcha some stuff under the cabinet. Just make sure ta put em back after otherwise, Pap is gonna be suspicious. Ya got it?" Sans crossed his arms looking her up and down. She was still in one of his t-shirts which practically drowned her. He could see her small form tense underneath as she looked toward the floor. A groan escaped him as he snapped his fingers in front of her face, "Doll ya hear me or do I gotta stay an make sure ya do what I told ya?"
Frisk's desire to wrap her arms around herself only grew as he spoke. His threat to stay in here with her was what caused her to snap her head up and shake it violently, "I...I got it. You can go." She wanted to say get the Hell out but that would not go over well. At least that is what she thought. The more she bit back the more he seemed to be more amused by it than anything. Her fear of him and what he might do was still ever prevalent in the back of her mind though not as much as it had before. Wait did he just mention that he had gotten stuff specifically for her? She shook her head of the thought flinging it to the farthest reaches of her subconscious. The skeleton in front of her did not utter another word only nodded his head and disappeared from view.
The first thing that she went to do was to bolt the bathroom door to prevent another scene of Papyrus barging in or anyone else for that matter. Her fingers clasped the little metal piece hearing a satisfying click before she turned to face the mirror. Her stomach lurched as she began to remove her clothing. The shower would be a welcome respite from all the events leading up to this point. She reached for the handle watching the water begin to pour from the golden fixture numbly. Her foot stepped onto the tiled floor only to stand under the beating water for a moment. Her eyes slid closed as a soft sigh escaped her. A small wince fell from her lips as her fingers brushed over her collarbone gingerly.
The pale white skin just underneath her gentle touch was marked with deep incisions. One after the other in a circular pattern. It stood out from her flesh in painful red marks. They were spaced evenly apart now starting to blacken. She wiped away the blood that remained only to watch the crimson begin to swirl around in the drain. It hurt. It was like having a knife slowly make its way into the flesh in multiple places. She was strong but even then she could not resist the pain the swelling from the wounds caused her. Her fingers slipped to hold tightly to her opposite arm before tears began to fall from her cheeks. Why was this happening to her? What did she ever do to deserve to suffer like this?
Frisk ended up sitting on the tile of the bathroom with her head in her hands curled up as if she willed herself to disappear. All she did was cry. She had done it before but never so much. All the trauma all the death. It was slowly breaking her down and no one cared. All she had in this world was herself. She was completely alone. Her legs shakily forced her to finish her supposed to be a relaxing shower. The bottles that Sans had placed under the counter for her had been oddly familiar as she wiped at her eyes with a thumb. She did not get the guy. One minute he was considerate and calm the next he… Once again her fingers quaked to touch the marks in her skin.
She could not let this break her apart. Not now, not ever. Her hands reached for the bottle only to realize that it was the same brand and scent that she had used in The Ruins. The bottle top popped off easily letting her pour the contents into her hand. She was grateful that he had something for her to use. All she did was let her eyes fall closed as she slid her fingers through her hair. The scent of orange blossom and golden flowers filled the room mixing with the steam. It was relaxing. It was such a sweet scent that enveloped her even after she turned off the shower and stepped out to dry herself off. It was no wonder that Sans had picked up on the scent multiple times not that she was aware that he knew. She found the choice of product just a coincidence as she slid the bottle back under the sink like she was instructed.
The mirror in front of her stared back through a sheen of condensation. She grabbed a towel off the rack and wiped the foggy film away with a gentle swipe. It only took a few wipes before she peered into the glass to see the viewer. She was still thin rosy cheeks glowing in the heat of the enclosed space. Her blue eyes nearly glowed behind inky lashes. Her pale skin never changed except for the scars her body was a canvas for. Those blue eyes stared back at her sadly.
*Despite everything it's still you...obviously...
That was true and yet her spirits continued to fade. She stood there feeling as though with each passing second a part of her was being chipped away. It was not a physical pain but an intuitive feeling. She did not notice it before but there on the counter was a pair of fresh clothes for her to wear. They were neatly folded ready for her to extract them. She could only assume that Sans had appeared while she took her shower and left them here. It was a nice thought that began to sour as she turned it over in her head. Did he not know the meaning of the word privacy? Anyway, she was grateful for the clothing.
The garments that lay neatly folded on the counter were picked up one by one. The first item she grabbed was the thin black tank top that she wore. Her dainty fingers found the warm familiar knit of her red sweater pulling it over the black tank top with ease before moving onto the other pieces. She slid her fingers through her hair to fix it up a little bit even though it was still wet. The auburn appeared deeper and richer in color as it stayed plastered to her forehead. That was one of the drawbacks of having bangs. Her fingers came up to push some of it out the way with her body bending over toward the mirror. Her attention was solely focused on the task at hand only to end up jumping at the fingers that tickled her waist.
A gasp escaped her as the skeleton toyed with her sides, thank stars she was covered properly, "SANS!? S...Stop it!" She was no longer going to play the afraid little human. No, if she needed to tell him off she would, "Seriously stop." She tried to turn and face him only able to see his reflection from the defogged edges of the mirror. The opposite reaction was what she received as he pulled her back from the mirror clasping a skeletal palm over her lips. He was trying to silence her. All she heard was his voice in her ear.
Sans teleported back into the room after having left a nicely folded set of clean clothes for her, again. He felt like he was starting to become some sort of glorified housemaid. She was leaning over the bathroom counter attempting to adjust her sopping bangs. Too easy. Just like all the times prior he wrapped his bony arms around her waist pulling her away from her little chore. The protests that flew from her lips forced him to clasp his hand over her mouth. Yeah, that could work to his advantage. She was being far too loud, "Ya tryin ta get us caught doll? Do me a favor an keep that pretty voice of yers quiet." The skeleton just assumed that she was finished so he teleported them back to his room.
Frisk was tempted to smack him again though he did have a point. She was being relatively loud and that bathroom provided no noise reduction. She half expected a golden spiked boot to kick down the door at any moment now. That would never come to pass as the mirror melted and twisted. It was as if everything was placed in a mixing bowl distorting the image in front of her. Every time! Every time she had to shut her eyes in order not to make her insides her outsides. It was so nauseating that when everything solidified she still felt like she was the victim of being caught in a washing machine.
He held her letting the girl double over trying to ease her sour stomach. She did not appear to enjoy his little "shortcuts." Her delicate human body was easily thrown out of equilibrium. When she was done he gently let her go. He had planned to take her to Grillby's today but the thought slipped his mind after having a conversation with Papyrus. A bony hand came up to scratch at the back of his skull mulling his limited options over. An auditory manifestation of his frustrations slipped past his mouth as he groaned. What was he going to do? He decided to take her to Grillby's tomorrow just so he could keep an eye on her for the rest of the day. The only obligation he had was dinner. He also had to feed the kid.
Sans stared her down removing his hand from his skull and grumbling, "Stay 'ere." The growls that erupted from her stomach before were happening more frequently. Pap should be done with dinner by now so that was his perfect opportunity to swipe some food. He could feel her gemstone like eyes watching his every movement. It made him a little uncomfortable as he teleported out of her sight to the bottom floor.
Boss had his feet up on the small coffee table situated in the main part of the living room reading what looked to be a novel of some kind. It was a crimson book with silver embossed lettering on the front but most of it had been worn away. His brother's literature choices aside he approached the main living area and cleared his throat only to receive a raised brow from his brother. The lanky skeletal General set his book down on the table in front of him only to cross his arms waiting for the other to speak. It was quite clear that he had been waiting there for an amount of time he did not have the patience for, "Are you finally ready to eat Sans?"
They always ate together. They were all they had. Each other. They were always there for each other no matter the circumstances. The younger of the two lazily strode over into the kitchen, "Yeah Pap. Sorry I was late just thinkin bout earlier." It was not necessarily a lie but rather a half-truth as he sat at the counter ready for a "family dinner." What was left of their family anyway? Sans turned his head to take stock of Papyrus when the nearly glided into the kitchen. He was so tall that it only took him a few steps in order to make it from one point to the other.
The aroma of garlic, onion, and red wine wafted from the pot of stew as soon as Papyrus lifted the lid letting out a small cloud of stream. The cold climate of Snowdin made hearty hot dishes well suited for the weather and there was no better chef than the Head of the Royal Guard. The taller skeletons back were turned as he picked up the bowls and began to scoop the contents onto a collection of curly noodles. The hearty vegetable stew would make anyone's mouth water. He began to put some of the ingredients away as the bowls steamed on the counter. It was a good thing Papyrus always made extra so that he could bring a portion to the starving human locked in his secret room.
The dinner was quiet as the two ate. Occasionally he would look over at his brother seeing if he had something to talk about but he did no such thing. They ate quietly in peace until Papyrus rose from his chair and walked off for a moment. This was the perfect opportunity for him to make the kid a bowl. He quickly grabbed a hold of the black plastic spoon and shoveled some leftover noodles into the black bowl gripped in his skeletal hands. A small ladle of stew over the top completed the dish which he promptly set on the counter. After a quick wash of his dishes, he teleported upstairs.
Frisk had been waiting for Sans to return. His promise of food caused her stomach to continue to gnaw away at itself. There was that brief moment while the warm water soothed and relaxed her that she had forgotten about the ever-growing pains in her stomach. It was not like food was scarce here but being who she was the opportunity to have a decent meal was far and few between. She was starting to feel her eyes slowly give into their own weight before Sans appeared in the room setting a bowl on the table along with a silver fork. It took but a moment for her to blink and he was gone, presumably back downstairs.
Her hands reached for the bowl as the warm black ceramic radiated into her palms. It was a soothing warmth that she placed on her lap. It just rested between her denim short covered thighs. This had to be a dish made by Papyrus judging from the aroma that floated upward toward her nose. The scent was heavenly with a mix of tender vegetables and spices. She dug in only to roll her eyes and hum at the flavors that hit her tongue. It was just like the lasagna she had eaten before and yet this had a whole array of flavors and spices. The food warmed her belly and as she ate she could feel her consciousness waning. A decadent dish like the one that once resided in the bowl on her lap, was so filling that one would feel their energy begin to fade away. Frisk set the now empty bowl on the bedside table closest to her as she lay her head down on the bed. She felt terribly tired which was understandable. It was night after all.
A few moments passed and Sans returned to his room only to find a sleeping human and an empty bowl. As he scooped up the vacant dish he glanced her direction watching the small rise and fall of their chest as they found a peaceful nights sleep. Her guard was completely down as she slept. A death sentence to most and yet she trusted that he would be on his best behavior. The fact that she was able to sleep here at all was a testament to her trusting nature. He would quickly warp to the kitchen, clean the dirty bowl, and return to the room. The next day was going to be a trying one. He slipped over to lay next to her using the toe of his boot to kick off the other.
Tomorrow was going to be the day. The day that his plan would be put into effect. A plan that he had hinted to before in a mocking flirtatious tone, What's tha matter kitten? Ya ain't inta tha nightlife scene? His eye sockets fell closed for the second time that day before he too drifted off. They both slept peacefully for once, even Sans who rarely slept at all. His skull was filled with too many memories like some kind of shlock movie theatre. Their world dictated that kindness was a weakness, that feelings were a weakness and most of all that any other motto besides looking out for oneself was a death sentence. Papyrus had every right to worry as his brother was playing with fire. The soft sound of snoring drifted through the room with all those thoughts locked away. It was finally time for some well-deserved rest.
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