You look down, trying to act totally calm, even though you are pretty sure your cheeks are flushing brightly. You try to say casually that there might be the smallest chance that there is POSSIBLY someone you have feelings for.

From the lack of verbal response, you look up sheepishly to see Sans grinning with much amusement. You stare back, trying to keep cool….. keep cool…

"Oh yeah? Care sharing the deats?" He leans in, eagerly.

You hesitate, feeling sweat forming on your forehead.

"Is it… someone I know?" He asks, still very curious. He's looking at you in a very particular way. You are beginning to worry that he might have a hunch…

You tell him that yes, in fact, it's someone he knows. Your voice cracked a bit, and you are mentally cursing yourself.

"Hmm… okay, human or monster?"

You pause uncomfortably, but confirm that it is a monster.

Sans expression seems to get more amused, the large skeletal smile on his face stretching dangerously large. Oh gee, it does sure seem that he has a good idea, maybe? You feel more sweat building and your face feels very warm.

"Gee, kid… the monster's name wouldn't happen to have an 'A' in it, would it?" He leans forward more on his ulna bone, staring you down.

Uh…

"And perhaps also end with an 'S'?"

Oh no…!

You force a nervous laugh out, exclaiming that he's very egotistic to assume that it's him you are crushing on.

He chuckles. "Well, Frisk, see… I could have been talking about my bro Papyrus… or even Alphys. Cuz they both have 'A's in their name and end with an 'S'. Buuut…" He nestles his palm under his jawbone, radiating WAY too much enthusiasm. "Now that you mention me, that also works too."

You stare at him, dumbstruck. The sneaky jerk…! Did he trick you to confess?

…

You take -70 damage from the rushing emotions that just attacked your soul.

…

You open your mouth to respond, then close it awkwardly because you can't think of anything to say. You are out of excuses and cover-stories. Darn you, Sans!

"So, you got the hots for this?" He lazily gestures towards himself.

You are about to protest, but again your mind is drawing a blank. And your lack of any sort of response must be causing the smug skeleton's head to swell even larger…

"Well…" He begins. You freeze up. His tone seems almost anti-climatic. Was he going to reject you now?

"Kid, I'm… flattered." His smile has relaxed now and looks the most genuine its been in a long time.

Gibberish starts spilling from your mouth as you try to respond and you flush madly in the face, digging your grave of embarrassment even further. You look down, busying your hands with the end of your sweater.

Sans chuckles then slowly shakes his head a bit. "Huh, now I feel like a total jerk for bringing up Toriel…"

You shrug, trying to play it off as no big deal… but you are still slightly jealous, you can't deny that now.

From a long pause of silence, you look back up again but Sans is no longer sitting across from you. You jump a bit when you see him in your peripheral vision sitting next to you. Seriously, how did he move so fast?

Sans is now looking rather embarrassed and not making eye contact. His smile is still there… that's a good sign.

You ask him if he is okay… because thinking back to earlier, you are wondering if you should have asked then.

He looks at you immediately in surprise. "What?" He turns himself more towards you. "Yeah, kid, of course. Heh…" He chuckles again, closing his eye-sockets for a second. "Sorry, Frisk… Guess I'm a bit awkward with this kind of stuff."

You grin at him, feeling more confident and relieved that he was as nervous as you were. You then slip a tease in that he can make fun of you, but he was being just as shy.

"Heh heh, right? I'm a hy-bone-crit, I'll admit it." With a casual wink.

You giggle and he beams at you. The jokes do help boost his confidence, you note.

Then he looks back down again and rubs the back of his skull. You are about to ask him again if something was up when he leans in and plants a nuzzling kiss on your parted lips!

…

You recover 70 HP

…

As he pulls away, you feel yourself move with him for a moment, not wanting it to end. You are sure you are glowing bright red, but you don't care… you are beaming like dope.

Sans seems tickled by your expression. "Happy Birthday, kid." He then looks to the sky and sighs. "I think it's time we head back. It's getting late and your party will be starting soon."

You nod, briefly thinking about how exciting this party was going to be.

"C'mon, I'll walk ya home."

Sans hops off the bench table, and you join him at his side as the two of you walk out of the park.

As you are walking back, you glance over at Sans… He is walking cheerfully next to you; his face still seems a bit sheepish, but he seems happy overall.

A thought hits you hard and you are aching to ask him now…

You take a deep breath…

(What do you say?)

Are we… uh… dating now? (ch. 65)

So do we need to go on an official date now or something? (Ch. 66)