Sans POV
We swim around in the warm water. Papy goes to lie sexily with Mettaton, I'm sorta getting used to their relationship now.
"TAG!" Undyne manages to tag Frisk.
We swim backwards as she kicks towards us. She lurches towards Finch, who dodges.
"Nice try," she chuckles.
Frisk sticks her tongue out in frustration and pursues Finch. I grin as she pretends to trip, letting Frisk tag her. She turns, seeking out her next victim. Her eyes lock onto Undyne. She smiles wickedly and dives into the water. Undyne wades away frantically, her legs slow under the thick water. Finch surfaces and grabs Undyne's leg.
"Tag!"
Undyne laughs.
"Ok I'm bored of tag, who wants to play spin the bottle on the beach?"
There's an overall cheer from everyone. Finch seems a little hesitant to leave the water and risk drawing attention to all those awful cuts on her wrists. She takes her goggles off of her eyes and lets them rest on her forehead. We swim out of the water and sit in a circle on the sand.
"Hey losers!" Undyne calls to Papy, Blooky and Mettaton. "Get over here! We're playing spin the bottle!"
"Did someone say spin the bottle?" A boy approaches us with a toothy grin.
His friends come up beside him. I don't like the look of them.
"Yeah," Undyne grins back. "If you wimps want to join in then we can't stop you."
The boys join the circle and I frown. I need to keep an eye on them.
"Truth or dare!" Alphys squeals.
I click my fingers and summon that empty ketchup bottle I finished on the way here.
"Here you go," I put it in the middle.
Alphys gives it a spin and it lands on Papyrus.
"MOST PEOPLE CHOOSE DARE," Paps ponders. "SO IT WOULD BE GREAT IF THE EQUALLY GREAT PAYRUS CHOSE A TRUTH TO BE DIFFERENT AND COOL! NYEH HEH HEH!"
A couple of the boys snigger. I keep a close eye on them.
"Ok, so," Alphys thinks of a truth. "Which do you love more, Mettaton or Pasta?"
Papyrus thinks. He thinks and thinks. He thinks some more.
"HM," he decides. "WHY NOT BOTH?"
We come to the agreement that both is a good enough answer. He spins the ketchup bottle, making sure not to get any on his fingers, and it lands on Napstablook.
"NAPSTABLOOK, TRUTH OR DARE?"
"Truth..." the ghost says gloomily.
"WHICH OF THE SNAILS ON YOUR FARM IS YOUR FAVOURITE?"
"Well," he looks at the floor. "I don't really have a favourite, Mr Snailington's nice I guess."
He attempts to spin the bottle but fails due to his lack of arms, or a body. He musters all the breath from his body and exhales on the bottle until it's performed a full 360° spin. It lands on one of the boys.
"Truth or dare?"
"Dare!"
"Uh," Napstablook wracks his brains for a dare. "Choose one of your friends and bury them in the sand."
The boy grabs one of his friends by the neck and shoves him onto the floor. I watch coldly as he roughly shoved his friend onto the sand and begins to bury him. Eventually, his friend is neck deep in sand. He spins the bottle. It lands on Finch.
"Truth or dare?"
"Um," she wants to pick truth but the pressure on her to pick dare weighs in and she says reluctantly "dare."
"Hm," the boy thinks for a second, then retaliates with a wink "gimme a kiss will ya?"
Finch blushes and glares at the boy.
"How about no?"
"'fraid you can't do that princess," the boy smiles.
Finch looks desperate.
"How about you keep your hands off what isn't yours?" I snarl.
"Ooh!" The boy laughs. "Getting a little territorial are we? How about you play by the rules of the game and let me kiss who I want to kiss?"
"How about you shut your mouth and pick another dare or you're gonna have a bad time?" my eyes go black.
"Is that a threat?"
"Maybe."
"Are all monsters this quick to fight?" He asks.
"Will both of you shut up!" Finch glares. "Look," she stands up, stomps over to the boy, grabs his fist and gives one of his knuckles a small peck. She drops his hand, spits on the ground and sits cross-legged back in her space.
She spins the bottle. It lands on Frisk. I feel so- so jealous. There's this need in my blood to grab Finch and keep her in my pocket to show that punk just who's boss around here. I'm not quite used to this sense of dominance, I suppose that's what happens when two Alpha males butt horns. I'm proud of Finch for outsmarting him, yet pissed that he even got a tiny little bit of contact with her. If it were up to me, he'd be dead in the sand by now.
"Truth or dare," she asks, smiling to relieve the tension and assure Frisk that everything will be ok.
"Dare!"
"Play duck duck goose right now!" She gives her a dare right up her alley. Frisk goes around tapping heads.
"Duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck," she climbs up Papyrus's shoulders to tap him. "Duck, duck, duck, goose!" She taps Mettaton and starts to run.
"Come back here darling!" He pursues her.
Frisk squeals with giddy excitement. She manages to get back to her space just before Mettaton scoops her up and tickles her. She giggles and he puts her back down. He walks around, tapping people.
"Duck, duck, duck, duck, goose!" He taps Papyrus (predictably) and dashes off around the circle.
He's about to make it but Papy launches forward, tackling him to the ground. They land at my feet.
"Nice one Paps," I grin at him.
"THANK YOU," he beams back.
He taps more heads.
"DUCK, DUCK, DUCK, DUCK, DUCK DUCK, DUCK, DUCK, DUCK, DUCK DUCK, DUCK, DUCK, DUCK, DUCK DUCK, DUCK, DUCK, DUCK, DUCK DUCK, DUCK, DUCK, DUCK, DUCK, GOOSE!"
He naively taps the head of one of the boys and he runs around the circle. In the end, you can hardly call it fair. Papyrus's long strides outnumber that of the boy and he doesn't stand a chance. Papyrus is back in his space in no time and the boy taps peoples' heads.
"Duck, duck, duck, duck, duck," he taps my head a little harder than everyone else's. "Goose," he turns to Finch with a seductive expression.
I act before I think. I turn his soul blue and send him backwards across the sand.
"Sans-" Finch starts.
I grab her and teleport away. We end up in a cave in one of the cliffs, the waves rolling slowly in and out of it.
"Sans," she repeats.
"How does he think he can hit on you in front of me and walk away unscathed," I scowl.
She sighs and gives me a pained smile.
"I can punch my own idiots," she gives me a soft punch in the arm. "You don't need to protect me."
"But you're so-" I search for the right word. "Breakable."
"I survived being stabbed like, three separate times," she chuckles.
"I know I just- wait-" I grab her wrist. "You have a new cut-! It's fresh! When did you- how did you- Finch!"
She flushes and takes her arm in her hands.
"I'm alright."
"Do you even know what alright means?" I ask.
She doesn't answer.
"You're already not allowed outside without supervision," I pause and then add seriously. "Don't make me consider that yandere basement option."
She forces a small laugh, only slightly sure that I'm joking, and I take back her arm. I put some magic over both her arms.
"Every time you hurt your wrists," I explain. "It'll alert me. Three strikes and I'll lock you up in the basement."
"Sans!" She exclaims. "Why- please, I-"
"It's the best option," I shrug.
She sighs and gives me a small kick.
"Baka..." she mutters.
I chuckle and we sit down in the sand, the waves lapping over our legs like a warm blanket. She rests her head on my shoulder and I stroke her hair. The sun is beginning to start its journey back down. We'll have to go back for lunch soon.
"Uh, Sans," she says nervously.
"Yeah kitten?" I ask.
"Are you serious about that basement thing?"
"Desperate times call for desperate measures," I grin. "We can't have sempai hurting herself now can we?"
"Saans," she groans.
There's a short silence.
"Seriously though," she says.
"I'm a bit serious about the basement thing," I smile. "Consider it a last resort."
"Right..."
