Staying home temporarily blind was awful.

Sans was… Helpful. At least decent company.

The medication Alphys made was actually working too.

The nausea you had before was dissipating and you no longer had your headaches, but due to your eyes being covered, you weren't sure if the hallucinations continued.

You didn't get your recommended 8 hours of sleep (joke's on you, you had always slept more than that), but you did start getting little random naps. You were positive having your eyes covered the entire time assisted with that though.

There were moments where you jerked awake and accidentally punched or kicked Sans, surprised him, and the rare occasion where you were positive you scared the nonexistent shit out of him.

But you weren't enthusiastic about randomly falling asleep.

You've fallen asleep in mid conversation with Sans, while eating, and the one time you took a bath and almost drowned.

He did not like that.

Though you didn't really care what he did or didn't like. The asshole had been fucking with you.

Now you're not naive or oblivious. You liked to believe yourself as someone who didn't miss major social cues. But this asshole right here. He's confusing as hell. You weren't sure if it was because he was a monster. Papyrus was easy to get a read on, so you couldn't say all monsters were hard to understand.

But it could be a culture thing. You remember Papyrus telling you that he was trying to be nice to befriend humans, so that was probably not normal monster behavior.

Well, since Sans is gonna be an asshole, you'll be one too! Perfect excuse.

So here you were, listening to him laughing and slapping the arm rest as you hear ominous music blaring from the tv and a girl screaming while her feet pound against the ground as she runs. His chuckles would turn into full blown laughter every now and then when you hear an " oof! " or "noooo! ".

Ever so slowly you relaxed your body until it started sliding to the side. Yep. Your totally doing it. You're faking sleep. That's the plan. Your gonna "sleep" peacefully and "accidentally" punch him in the face. It's the perfect revenge. Well, at least one that was quickly made in 10 minutes.

Your shoulder finally makes contact with his and he freezes for a moment.

"(r/n)?"

He slowly relaxes a bit. "sweetheart?"

There's a bit of movement before the volume on the tv is turned down. That's actually really nice? Holy shit.

Boney warm hands grip your shoulders gently and lower you down to a laying position on the couch. Your legs are draped across Sans' lap before a blanket flutters on top of you.

Holy shit .

Abort mission, abort mission!

You no longer hear the screams from the tv. Instead you hear light banter and muffled laughter. Sans must have changed the tv to a comedy.

His hands are resting on your calves, every now and then his frame shakes from contained laughter and his hands grip your legs.

Should you pretend to wake up?

How long do you drag this out?

How long should you drag this out?

Sans started kneading the muscle and fat of your calves and holy shit that actually feels nice. At this point you're actually snuggling deeper into the couch and let out a sigh. His hands freeze for a moment, the phalanges digging into your calves a little uncomfortably before smoothing out across your legs and continuing.

Eventually his hands reach past your knees to rub at some thigh and all the way down to trace out the bones of your foot.

Tarsals.

His phalanges gently drag against your aloe infused socks but stop on top of another bone to trace it out with a little bit of pressure.

Metatarsals.

He does this for every individual toe on your foot closest to him. Slowly, his other hand digs in between the sock and your foot. His thumb rubbing small little circles upwards, forcing your sock to slowly roll up the length of your foot.

Oh my god.

It feels amazing.

Sans has your sock completely off and has both hands on one foot, digging his thumbs into the bottom padding and dipping his phalanges in between your toes.

You wouldn't mind if he ever did this to you when you were awake. He sure as hell knows his way around a foot.

Your other sock is peeled off slowly before he stays working on both feet with both hands. A light moan bubbles past your lips and he stiffens.

Oh no.

Did you ruin your free massage?

You can hear a strange rattling before your socks are put back onto your feet and he pushes your legs closer to his knees. His hands are back on your calves, but the groping and rubbing he was doing before was more like gentle caresses that slowly put you to sleep.

You wake up with no skeleton under you and a different pair of socks on.

Sitting up, you throw the blanket off and go to rub your eyes but stop when you remember the gauze.

Maybe you should change it and put your drops in?

"Sans?"

The apartment is silent.

He wouldn't just leave right?

Though..

This would give you a chance to check out your eyes yourself.

Peeling back some of the gauze, you tested out whether or not the lights were on. You sigh in relief when they were off and peeled the rest off.

Holy fuck.

Your apartment is a mess.

There's dishes, wrappers and trash everywhere. You can see a clean trail circling the apartment where Sans had obviously kept clear to walk you around. You resist the temptation to rub the itch in your eyes that's starting to build up.

You get up and make your way to the bathroom which was as bad as the rest of the apartment.

Where even is your medicine?

You open all your cabinets and drawers and start digging in everything. How the hell did everything get so disorganized? Eventually you just grab a clean rag and start dabbing the old magical eye gunk that had crusted onto and around your eyes.

It looks a little gross.

The orange started fading into a darker orange to an almost black. You're sure if the circumstances were different, you would have thought you were dying or something. The gauze itself is stained mostly black, save for the edges.

Once you finished cleaning off your eyes, you got closer to the mirror to see the previously glowing orange flecks are still there. Sadly they're no longer glowing but they are there.

You grimace when you finally notice the dark bags under your eyes and massage them a little. Grabbing the rag again, you clean the rest of your face and brush your hair.

Now that you look better, and in comparison feel better about your sickly look, you run back into the living room to grab the gauze that always sat on the table and hurried back into the bathroom.

You lay out your supplies onto the sink (after scrubbing it of course) and set the gauze up in the correct shape with the corners lined up with medical tape. Scooping it into your hands, you tilt it so you can slap it on.

You glance in the mirror to memorize where you need to place it and look back down at your hands.

…

Looking back up at your reflection, you screech and jump back. Your foot lands in your tiny barrel trash can and you hop back again just to slip in a mysterious liquid on the tiled floor and end up landing in the tub.

You groan and rub the back of your head.

What the fuck was that?

You look up and noticed that you accidentally ripped down the curtains and the pole was now sticking diagonally on the walls. You sigh in relief. That would've hurt if it had hit you.

There's a light slam outside the bathroom and you gulp.

"doll?"

Shit.

How do you explain this?

There's a rustling that sounds like paper bags and you start to struggle to get out of the tub. Nope.

Not gonna happen.

You hear his steps getting closer and you ultimately give up. Might as well just wait.

"wha tha fuck are ya doin' in tha tub?"

He's staring right at you, his grin stretched high and wide as he takes in your appearance. His little red lights focus on your face and his grin falls slightly.

"where's yer gauze?"

Sans walks fully in and pries the trash can off your foot and pulls the curtains off you before taking a hold of your hand and pulling you up.

"My eyes were feeling gross and gunky so I wanted to clean them but uh.. couldn't find the drops… and I fell in the tub.."

"mhm.. ya jus' wanted ta look at yer eyes."

He grabs your wrist and drags you back to the living room.

"sit down. i got food."

You shove some trash around with your foot before sitting down.

"Wanna explain this mess?"

Sans shrugs before dropping a greasy paper bag on your lap.

"made it more homely."

"You're cleaning it."

"nah."

He flops next to you and is already digging into his bag with one hand while the other is switching through channels. His hand pulls out a mess of fries and you can't help but watch in amazement as he opens his mouth and tosses them in. His eyelights glance at you before looking back at the tv.

"if ya ain't gunna eat it, then i will."

You look back at bag in your lap and open it. The beautiful aroma of fried salty potato hits you square in the face. You pick out the little bag of fries and see a half wrapped burger at the bottom.

"Dude this smells awesome."

His teeth are curved into a grin, mustard and greasy meat juice smeared all over his face.

You quickly snatch up the burger and inspect its contents. No mustard. No onions. Tomato with mayo? Hell yeah. As you inch it closer to your mouth for a bite, you can see him watching you from the corner of your eye.

You take a bite.

Your jaw almost locks up from how fucking delicious it is.

You groan and take a few more bites. Sans is beaming at you, his burger a few bites from being finished and you shoot him a thumbs up to notice some mayo mixed with tomato and meat juice on it and lick it off.

"don' forget tha fries."

Freeing up a hand, you grab a few fries and stick them in your mouth.

Holy fuck.

You stick a few more in your mouth and take a bite out of your burger. It's so good, you literally have no words for it due to your mouth being full, so to get your point across you start nudging his shoe with your foot and try to make some appreciative sounds.

A red flush breaks out across his face as he watches your foot for a moment before looking back up at you.

You make grabby hands at a styrofoam cup sitting in a little cup holder on the table.

He grabs it and hands it to you, you take a few gulps and take the bun off your burger.

"what 're ya doin'?"

"Building the ultimate burger."

You line up some fries under the half eaten patty and line up another layer on top before setting the bun back on, holding it out for him to take a bite.

"Try it."

He glances from the multiple missing bites from your burger, then back at you, then back at the burger. Shrugging, he leans in with his mouth open. From this position, that's a very interesting look. You remember reading that when you feed someone and they look you straight in the eyes, they're a sadist. But if they look down to the food you're feeding them, they're a masochist. Or something like that.

Well he's looking straight at you. His red glowy tongue is hanging out as he inches closer and you suddenly can't help but think the expression he's making is very sexual. He drags his tongue up the patty to collect some mayo that was dripping out and you blush. This is way too suggestive for your poor heart. Right when you're about to speak up, he takes a huge bite and leans back.

"not bad. needs mustard though."

You look back at your burger and stare at the bite. Now you understand why a lot of protagonists in shows get flustered with sharing food and drinks. Cause wouldn't this..

You bring the burger up closer to take a bite.

Wouldn't this.

Be an..

Indirect kiss?

At the last second, you turn the burger slightly and eat around Sans' bite then wrap it back up and start eating your fries.

Once the two of you finish, you do a quick clean up of your apartment. You convince Sans to take out all the trash when you gathered it, and you take a shower while he's blipping in and out of your apartment with little grocery store bags of garbage.

You stand in front of your mirror and stare at the foggy glass. When you had fallen earlier, you had seen a figure in your reflection.

With a dry rag, you wipe off the condensation and sigh. No spooky tall figure. You quickly brush your teeth and hair before going into the living room where Sans is lounging.

"You need to shower."

"already did."

You inspect his appearance.

"You have mustard on your cheek and shirt. Go take a shower."

He grumbles, but does as you ask anyway.

"I noticed your brother left you a bag of clothes in your weird pile, I'll toss some to ya while you're cleaning up."

You doubt he even heard you. He had slammed the bathroom door in your face in the middle of your sentence.

On your way to your room, you wipe some things down and straighten up others. You grab a random shirt and shorts from his bag.

Wait.

Do skeletons need underwear?

You dig around in his bag and, yea there's boxers.

Why does he need boxers?

You shrug and grab a pair and grab a towel from his pile. The hairs on the back of your neck prickle a bit. You looked around the darkness of your room before leaving and tossing Sans' clothes in the bathroom. If you look closely, you can see the slight silhouette of his body. You can confirm that he pretty much is a skeleton. Should you prank him? Your eyes drift to the toilet.

Would it work?

Oops. Your hand somehow slipped and pulled the handle down.

Sans doesn't react at all to what you were doing.

"Uuhh. Flushing a bug I just killed. Your clothes are on the sink."

He grunts in acknowledgment. Should you make this weird? You grab a corner of the curtains and slowly pull them back.

The curtain is ripped from your grasp and slammed back to the wall.

"tha fuck is yer problem!?"

"I just wanna see!"

"no! tha's weird!"

"But you see me all the time!"

"tha's yer choice!"

"You even scrubbed my back that one time!"

The water shuts off and you continue staring at the curtains. "Dude?"

You squeal in surprise when a wet towel is thrown onto your head and whip around to see him fully clothed. Pouting, you toss the towel on the floor and stomp around him.

"where ya goin'?"

"Bed."

"not without yer drops."

"Then you can do it in my room!"

You've already reached your bed and started crawling in. For some odd reason the hairs on your arms and the back of your neck are standing at attention and is causing your scalp to tingle.

Glancing around, you notice that the corners of your room look darker than usual and you sink into your mattress.

Sans walks in and digs around in your dresser before pulling out your drops.

One.

Two.

And the gauze is taped on.

"i'mma go watch tv. have fun or whatev'r."

You get comfortable and wait.

The sensation on your arms still hasn't left despite how many times you rub the goose pimples back down. After a few hours you hear a creak.

You wouldn't have been too alarmed if the creak didn't come from your ceiling. Your skin tingled and prickled from all directions, as if you were standing in the middle of a room being judged on something you did or said.

You're frozen in place as you feel a strange coolness climb from your toes, up your legs, and settle on your chest.

It feels as if something was coiling around you tighter and colder with each squeeze that stole away your warmth.

"you asleep sweetheart?"

You jerk in surprise and gasp in as much air as you can.

"S-sans? What are you d-doing?"

"wha?"

Your hands finally find his shirt and you sigh at the warmth radiating off his body.

"holy shit yer freezing."

You hear him walk away.

"Sans?"

Another blanket is thrown into your face.

"jus' go ta bed okay? lemme know when ya need another blanket."

You fidget for a moment before pulling all your blankets back.

"C.. can you sleep in my bed tonight?"

He's silent and you scramble for an excuse.

"Your brother is like a furnace so you being in my bed would be better than another blanket cause you're hot like him!"

Your bed slowly dips down next to you and you scoot over to make more room.

"was thata compliment? ya sayin' im hot?"

"I meant temperature wise!"

You roll over so your back is facing him and quickly snatched up one of his feet between your cold ones.

You were asleep within minutes.