fun level 74 Original MC Sans and Frisk

Bedtime.

Frisk looked toward Sans. Usually at night, Sans used magic on her tummy to help prepare her for birth for the babybones. However, he refused to use his magic now. She didn't know about it Underground, but he always seemed to act like it was important.

She was in bed first, waiting. Her mind went back to what Alphys said too. Sans wouldn't be that interested, right? He was stuck with her, but did he have an instinctive need for that? Maybe she is getting confused. Sans is extremely protective, but it's for the twin souls, not me.

Yeah. That was probably it. Alphys was just confused.

"So sweet cookie, ready for some nookie?"

Frisk watched Sans come into the room. What? What did he just say? "Hm?"

Sans came over toward the bed. "Oh come on, shnookums. First night in our new house. It would be wrong not to have any nookie. Now turn around."

What?! Couldn't he even use subtlety and ask properly? Even then, the answer would still be no, but.

"Bonnie," Sans said again. "Don't worry, I know you get a little chilled sometimes, so I'll be behind you on the covers."

Still not . . . What? Sans just rolled his light guiders around.

"Shweetums." His voice sounded irritated. "Lie down and cover up. I know you get cold, so you need covers."

"Okay . . ." Covers. Why was he focused on covers? Why was he getting irritated?

Sans banged his bony hand against his skull. "No bones about it, baby?"

Bones. Baby. Babybones. Oh my gaw, how could I be so stupid?! Her whole face must have lit up red as hot as her cheeks felt. Of course Sans wasn't just coming up asking about sex. This was Sans! Frisk lied down and covered up. Sans came up behind her. Once he was in his unusual position, he placed his bony hand along his stomach like he had each night before. He wasn't doing anything else, just hiding his magic with word choice.

"Took you long enough," Sans whispered by her ear. Then, he started to chuckle. "Liking the nookie little cookie?"

"Yes, dear," Frisk said softly. "Sorry, Will. Didn't think. How else would-"

"Let's not get too creative. We can try different stuff later," Sans said.

"But how can we . . ."

"Much more romantic, babe, when you stay quiet," Sans said.

So. Annoying. He had his hand on her stomach like he always did, and he had his usual magic. He refused to talk about it, yet he was still using his magic. Was thinking they were having sex supposed to be some kind of cover? She waited a few minutes, slowly falling asleep when she heard Sans speak again.

"Well, that was fun. Sorry can't always be your bone daddy," he said. "I'm tired though and I love snuggling with you, shnookums. Can I stay here in you tonight?"

Oh. Frisk nodded. "Sure, Will." He thought there were all kinds of ways to detect magic, but what he said did make some sense. Monsters like Sans used manifestation to have . . . their special times with each other. If there was something that sensed magic, with those kinds of words attached, one might assume they were having a little . . . fun. And since Sans just said he wanted to stay in her during the night, no one would be suspicious if they did pop up for inspection.

But, really? Even to touch her tummy, Sans wouldn't risk not taking any precautions.

"Could be a little more enthusiastic, Bonnie," Sans reminded her. "Newlyweds. New house."

Yes. He was right. Her acting had taken a back seat, but she was going to have to get better at it. "I'm sorry, sweetie. I guess I'm just not used to the new house yet. Especially living with your grandma."

"No worries, we'll get used to it," Sans said. "I think you're feeling quite at home already."

"Sorry."

"For what? I get to pick up good vibrations."

"I'm just a little not used to the pizza," Frisk insisted. Still, she smiled a bit. Anyone else she ever hung out with never really tried to notice it. If they did, they tried to hide the fact they noticed it. It was impolite after all. But not with Sans. He was real. "Real Will."

"Real Will?" Sans cuddled up closer. "Don't know what you're thinking about my Bonnie lass, but your Will is always real. Now, let's get some sleep. I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted. Too exciting of a day."

"Yeah," Frisk chuckled. "I sure could go for a crazy lazy day tomorrow."

"I'm all for that one. Night, Shweetums."

"Night, Pookie."

The Shortensweet Residence Next Morning, Will and Bonnie's Room.

"Umm . . ." Alphys poked Sans gently. "Hey? You should get up at some point." She knew there were more effective ways to wake him up, but she wasn't one to just roll him out of bed. Plus, she didn't want to hurt Frisk. "Will?" She tried to sprinkle bits of water on his skull.

That got a slight reaction. "Hey. I took a shower last month, no bugging."

"Will?" Alphys asked. "You do know it's like 2 in the afternoon?"

"Eh." Sans just nestled up comfier to Frisk. "We're pregnant, give us a break."

We? "Didn't know you were directly involved," Alphys sighed. "Will?"

"Family is a 50/50 thing."

He wasn't moving. Alphys understood they both were exhausted, but they each went to bed quite early, and it was now two in the afternoon. "Could I go shopping then? I am hungry."

"If you think you can," Sans yawned. "Night night Rose. I mean bye, Rose."

Alphys sighed slightly. "Sleeping longer next to her . . . isn't really the same thing."

Sans' gentle jokes and prodding disappeared as he turned to her. "Hey. I said quit that. None of your business."

"You're going to get even more protective," Alphys warned her. "You should tell F-"

"F-f-f-f check that name at the door, Rose." Yeah, he wasn't playing at all. "If or when is my biz, not yours." He sat up and stroked the backside of his bony hand lightly. "Go ahead and head to the store. I'll be right here watching over Bonnie."

"We have a house. We are far away. We have different names. We have different looks," Alphys reminded him. "I don't feel any kind of m-"

"males, no, 'cause you don't want them that way."

Dangit. She almost said magic. Would even the word magic be a keyword? "Do you want something in particular?"

"I want to go."

Alphys watched as Frisk woke up on the other side.

"Yeah, sure, we'll go," Sans suddenly agreed.

"You can get more rest if you want," Frisk insisted.

"Nah, nah. Gotta get some good for you food," Sans insisted. "I've got the Will power to make sure you eat right. There's gotta be some healthy microwaveables out there."

"I can probably do better than that," Frisk insisted as she moved out of the bed. "Oh. We need clothes."

"Clothes and food," Alphys said.

"Goodie. A road trip," Sans said moving away from the bed. "Been awhile since I been in the car. Oh, hey." Sans looked around the room. "Where's Tate and Kitty? Usually they hang out with us." He heard a small meow beneath the bed and looked under. "You guys got scared of Bonnie last night too, huh?"

"Scared of her?" Alphys asked. "Why?"

"Never mind why," Frisk insisted. "Let's get something quick to eat, then clothes, and then real shopping. I have got to change." She gestured to her clothes. "Frankly I don't know how the real estate agent didn't say anything about how I smelled."

"I didn't hear you do anything in front of her," Sans said. "What was it, just like a bunch of tiny ones? Those are as bad as the earthquakes." He looked back under the bed toward the pets. "Maybe that's what had them so scared."

"It wasn't just me," Frisk insisted. "Okay, let's go find a place to get some decent clothes."

"Do they have to be decent?" Sans asked her. "Decent's boring. Hey, does it get cold or hot around here?"

"I don't know," Frisk admitted. "What is our town?"

"Dashonty," Alphys answered. "I would say from the distance, we'll be fine and it'll be decent. Come on," she smiled at both of them. "Let's go check out our new hometown."

Restaurant . . .

"It's not Grillby's," Sans said as he looked at the burger in his hand. "It's a decent substitute though. Best I've tasted yet."

Frisk ate her own fish well. She wanted pink fish, but there was only one place to get pink fish and she didn't even know if her new town had it. Still. Fish. It was something. Sans was eating his burger well, and Alphys was enjoying her soup and salad. Nice sit down and simple restaurants were a nice change from what she had had so far.

"Dangit. I keep forgetting about your surface food. It makes me do things my Bonnie lass can't do. Although my Bonnie lass can," Sans joked as he started to head toward the bathroom. He stopped and looked toward Frisk. "You gotta use the bathroom?"

"I'm fine," Frisk insisted. Sans seemed to have found a way to say his bony ass without arising suspicion. No dang wonder he wanted her named Bonnie. "No worries. Just get your Bonnie lass back here later."

"Meh." Sans shrugged. "Sure you don't gotta go?"

"She will be fine. You shouldn't be too long. I don't think. I." Alphys started to blush. "I don't know. There's not a certain way to time the um . . . traveling of food."

Sans didn't seem to mind actually using the bathroom. In fact, he was getting pretty used to it. Alphys on the other hand, she hadn't been on the surface long enough to experience it enough times to be used to it yet.

Grocery Shopping . . .

"We need more of those."

"We really need less."

"Why?"

"So we have room in the freezer? You know, for the actual raw food to cook?" Alphys said to Sans as they shopped.

"Eh, we can have a few less than," Sans agreed as he itched his neck. "This outfit thing feels weird."

Frisk knew he wasn't the only one to feel that way. There were limited places to buy the kinds of clothes they needed. They did manage to find a decent place though, which was good news. It was clear Alphys and Sans weren't used to the styles on the surface yet.

Sans still managed to find something that felt okay. Frisk knew he'd probably get quite used to it. Hawaiian shirts seemed about his style. He mixed it up with some winter coats like he was used to, bought some more shorts, but tried to stick with more pants. When she reminded him coats and shorts didn't hide them that well, he almost got rid of any shorts he picked up at all.

Just a brief reminder, but Sans took it seriously. On the outside, he was loose and looked fine, but sometimes there was one serious tempest brewing inside of him. Frisk actually wondered just how much he did have hiding inside of himself. For now though, as long as she stayed near him, he tended to be fine.

Good ol' Sans. That is, as long as she stayed near him. Ooh, cereal. I have to have cereal. Frisk headed away. The cereal wasn't far, she just saw it at the start of the other aisle. She could easily grab it and catch up. Different brands. Different brands. Ooh, I like that one. She grabbed it but looked back.

Sans. Didn't look happy with her. "Really shouldn't just run off, shnookums."

"Just grabbed cereal."

"So? We could have come back down together easily."

"Just. Cereal." She watched as his bony hand grabbed hers and he brought her back to Alphys.

Two. Aisles. Just two. No one knew she was there. She even wore a disguiser for him now. Two minutes, tops. Frisk tried not to show her agitation. Sans was being extra caring for the little ones. He couldn't risk her being gone for even a minute. But. How annoying.

She caught the look from Alphys. That look that was practically begging for her to just give in.

She doesn't understand what she's talking about. Frisk tried to reason with her own skeptical mind.

He was just concerned about the baby and the babybones. That was all.

Hopefully. Surely.

Right?

End of Chapter

Multiverses: When a multiverse is revealed, I will share info about it below. Some are important, and a couple only show up a bit.

fun level 74 Original MC Sans and Frisk

fun level 66 Missing Frisk: This dimension is missing Frisk and missing Asriel. Gaster is alive and well, and works with Sans and Papyrus. It contains a machine that increases the strength of a soul heart.