Proof that Miranda is not a push over. (especially when it comes to people she cares about) ;P

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Chapter 53: Fuck You very, Very Much

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Your first thoughts upon waking up were about how comfortable you were feeling. Then they turned to what time it was because you had to go to work but decided that, since the alarm clock hadn't rung, you still had time to spare. For now, you would just enjoy the warm coziness enveloping you.

And then came the slow realization that the warm coziness wasn't so much as enveloping you as it was downright hugging you with two very real arms… and that you were hugging it back. You were still too dazed to really be overly concerned with it, but it intrigued you enough that the drowsiness slowly receded from you… and you remembered the night before.

Your first instinct was to jump but you forced yourself to freeze instead as you took note of your current position.

Sans' head was resting just below your chin, his nose hole nuzzling the intersection of your neck and shoulder, his breath tickling you in a way that was light enough not to stimulate you too much, but still present enough to be noticeable on your 'neck weakness'. One of your arms was cupping the back of his skull to you while your other one pressed against his back. His arms were both positioned around your torso, one going up to your shoulder blades and the other… was… pretty close to copping a feel of your ass cheek. One of your legs was between his while your other one was thrown over his hips.

You died.

Of mortification.

Or were going to any second now.

You prayed for thunderbolts and lightning to strike you down before the skeleton woke up.

You obviously weren't so lucky.

You pulled away, intending on extracting yourself from him. Sliding your leg from his hips was easy, and you did manage to move away enough so as to see his face, but his arms tightened around you, keeping you from moving further towards your freedom. You almost squealed at the sudden action that would guarantee the same outcome of complete mortification still came about. You wanted nothing more than to abscond like your life depended on it.

And yet…

You saw Sans' face and couldn't help but think…

I've never seen him look so peaceful…

And you hadn't ever seen him look that way before. Even in previous nights, in which you two had fallen asleep together and you woke up with him still asleep, you had never seen such a peaceful expression on his face. There was always some tell: a brow that was a bit too 'frowny'; a corner of the mouth that was just a tad too set into a grimace… Today all those signs were absent and you knew for sure he hadn't had any nightmares.

That reminded you… Incredibly so hadn't you.

You guessed that, if there was a higher power that ruled over luck, they had taken pity on you both for once?

That being said, you couldn't bear to be the one to interrupt his sleep. Not when he looked so peaceful at it. And you guessed you didn't mind him hugging you either. It's not like you were doing anything risqué, after all. Just sleep-cuddling. And since he was asleep, the nervousness-induced butterflies in your stomach were pretty tame as well.

With him asleep, you weren't too concerned with him catching you looking at him in improper ways or fantasizing about him. You could hold him and pretend…

…pretend what?...

No, there was nothing to pretend anything in this situation. It was simple and linear. You liked cuddling and Sans was surprisingly comfortable. There was no need to come up with a would-be scenario of any sort or reason!

You cuddled back into the skeleton, refusing to think about stupid things.

And yet the sinking feeling in your gut that you'd abjured remained there, haunting you with half finished trains of thought that made no sense to your very logical mind.

=This is getting ridiculous.= Rajbot said from her charging post. Rajani was clearly awake. =Welp! I'm certainly not going to interfere. I'm going to hang out with the early birds. Besides, I need to ask Alphys for more of whatever she used to power my jet-feet. See ya soon.=

With that, Rajbot flew out of the room. How long had Rajani been awake, exactly? And wasn't Alphys still in the throes of love with Undyne?

Not the point. Rajani added and proceeded to ignore you once more.

You tried to cuddle back into Sans, but the peacefulness of the morning was gone. You merely decided to wait it out, then.

You were lucky that Undyne and Alphys were in the midst of… well, considering what you had learned… a very exhausting morning. In the good way. But if they weren't you were sure they would have busted in and snapped a few photos of you two. Thank goodness for that!

Eventually Sans began to stir and you tried not to panic. The best course of action was nonchalance! You should pretend that you didn't spend the last half an hour watching him sleep and that you were actually doing something else. You quickly swipe your phone from the bedside table with an incredible feat of elasticity and pretend you were checking your e-mail. It had been just in time too. Not a second later Sans opened one eye socket blearily.

He looked at you with the most dazed expression and then leaned back towards you, nuzzling your neck. You shivered. No! Your biggest weakness!

"S-Sans?" You called him before he could do something more. "What are you doing?"

"hmm?" He asked, leaning back to look at your face.

You watched as realization sunk in and he literally bolted away from you, blue faced. That on its own was already sort of funny, but the fact that he had somehow managed to get tangled up in the sheets and had literally fallen off the bed with his legs still caught up on the fabric? Now that was gold as far as you were concerned.

"Good morning to you too." You said as soon as you stopped laughing too hard.

"uh… mornin'." He said, looking content on staying exactly where he 'landed' if it meant not moving.

"Welp. Thank god you finally woke up! I really needed to get up and I couldn't move with your arms around me." You commented just for the sake of flustering him.

It worked and you couldn't help but smirk on the inside at that. You weren't done yet, though. Now it was time to make him uncomfortable instead.

"But then, even if you didn't have your arms around me, I still would have to wake you up if I wanted to go anywhere…" You 'pondered'. "I guess I would have to carry you everywhere bridal style, then. Thank god Alphys and Undyne aren't here if that was the case. They would start saying things like we are official or something. They might even try to get us married on the very same day."

"you wouldn't really do that." He said.

"Oh, I would too! And I would doodle on your face as well! I'm thinking anime eyes in your socket lids and something glittery for your cheekbones. You don't really have lips though, so I can't really use lipstick… But I'm sure I could come up with something…"

"…i'm sure you would." He admitted. "ok, ok. i get the point. i'll get up." He finally said and started struggling with the sheets.

That hadn't really been your point, though, you just wanted to tease him. But you were hungry so it was probably for the best. You giggled a bit when he seemed unable to wrestle himself free of sheets and went around the bed to help him de-tangle himself. He squeaked a bit when you had to grab one of his femurs to keep it still as you messed around with the fabric.

"Sorry. Just try to keep still." you told him and he stopped moving that leg, making it easier for you to free it.

He was finally released from his bindings of 100% pure cotton and you helped him up. His cheekbones were a bit blue, probably from all of the exertion of trying to free himself and he looked more rumpled than usual, his clothes askew. It was adorable.

"Let's go?" You asked him extending a hand to him.

"ok." He said, taking it with his.

You yawned a bit as you crossed the threshold of your room and he followed not long after. Talk about contagious yawning. Once in the kitchen you spotted two plates of spaghetti on the table, next to some waffles with several choices of toppings at their side. There were two post it notes on the different meals.

As you expected, the spaghetti had a message from Papyrus.

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-SKINNY HUMAN AND BROTHER, SINCE YOU SEEMED TO BE SLEEPING SO PEACEFULLY I DECIDED NOT TO WAKE YOU. YOU DID HAVE TO STAY UP WAY PAST YOUR USUAL BEDTIME, AFTER ALL. DO NOT MAKE AN HABIT OF THIS, THOUGH (I'M TALKING TO YOU BROTHER). I HAVE MADE YOU BOTH SOME SPAGHETTI FOR BREAKFAST THAT WILL HELP YOU THROUGH THE TRIBULATIONS OF THIS DAY. NO NEED TO THANK ME. AFTER ALL, I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS! IT IS ONLY EXPECTED OF ME TO BE SO MAGNANIMOUS!-

-THE GREAT PAPYRUS-

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You smiled at the note, wondering where he had learned the word 'magnanimous'. It was clearly a new addition to his vocabulary or he would have used it before. Still, the fact that he had seen you both asleep…

Unlike Sans, you didn't delude yourself into thinking he was a pure innocent lamb with no sinful thoughts. There was no way a part of Papyrus hadn't wondered about why you were cuddling so intimately. Still, he would believe you if you told him the truth, unlike Undyne and Alphys who would just screech about their shipping being finally cannon and not giving you a change to refute.

The second note had a calligraphy very similar to yours but more mechanical looking, meaning it was probably addressed to you from Rajani.

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-I'm going to test out how far away from you I can get. Saved some of Toriel's cooking for you. I'll try to work in your stead, sis.-

-Raj (or Slasher if you are a small blue skeleton)-

-(PS – I'll try to prank Nedd for you. ;P)-

-(PPS – Oh, and fuck you very much, Sans 8] )

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"good day to you too, slasher." Sans retorted upon reaching the end on the note, reading over your shoulder.

You couldn't help but chuckle at his humored tone of voice. You were slightly surprised he wasn't angry at her and was in fact taking Raj's vinegar in stride but you welcomed it with open arms.

One inquiry towards your sister revealed that she sounded pretty far away, like she was too into her own thoughts that she couldn't spare you a second, which was an odd feeling for you. You were so used to her immediately focusing on you when you greeted her. She informed you that your soul antenna range was pretty large all things considered before she returned to her tasks.

You retrieved the cutlery from its rightful drawer as Sans took out a couple of glasses for your drinks from a nearby cabinet. You then retrieved your preferred drinks and sat down at the table. Since it was close to lunch time, you wound up eating all of the food offered with ease.

Since you were already there, you decided to make Toriel's job easier and start off with lunch. Sans snagged another office chair and was rolling after you like a little duckling following its mother as you moved around the kitchen. You had sort of expected him to take a nap or something. You hadn't expected that, whenever he realized what you were reaching for, he would float it to you instead.

You smiled gratefully every single time he did it.

When she returned, Toriel was more than happy to rest her feet after you convinced her that, since you already had started cooking the meal, you might as well finish it too. You didn't have much time to relax after you ate lunch, though. Sans wanted to go to work extra early to explain your presence next to him to his manager.

You changed into some clothing that could pass you off as a manager for the untrained eye. You doubted you would get your own uniform just for one day there.

Sans had decided tactfully not to test your bindings with solo teleportation before. There was no saying whether you would be ripped apart by his short cut, be suddenly violently thrown towards his new spot with force strong enough to break bones, or get lost in the void.

Those shouldn't be a problem if you both teleported together so you held each other as your surroundings shifted to show a decrepit alleyway that you recognized as being right behind the accursed fast food restaurant.

You two walked around to the front and Sans dragged you to the counter where he requested to speak with the manager.

You heard Sans trying to explain to the manager what happened while the manager looked very doubtful of his story. You tried to hold yourself back from making a particularly venomous remark to the arsehole. Eventually she tried to actually test how 'glued together' you were by having two burly men from the kitchen area trying to pry you apart and failing. You had to impose yourself when, in their efforts to separate you more than the three feet, they started hurting both of you.

At last the manager conceded that you would join him in the BOP, seeming a bit less upset about the whole thing when you told her you used to work at a McDonald's before and, if needed be, you could help Sans out. She wasn't as pleased when you insisted with her that he should be payed extra time for your work there, however, but ultimately agreed that you deserved to earn something for your work and, since you didn't have your bank account on their registry, she agreed she would wire the money to Sans.

Little did both of them know that you didn't intend on getting your money from him at all. You figured that he deserved it for what he put up with daily. You also knew he was working extra time for the sake of having a Christmas budget.

You followed Sans up to the changing rooms and waited outside of the door for him as the workers that still didn't know what was going on eyed you strangely. You didn't really care. You weren't here to make a good impression and most of them certainly hadn't made a good impression on you either with the way they were sneering at Sans.

You followed him back to the serving area, donned a white hair-net over your previously tied down hair and washed your hands. You then followed Sans to the BOP where he replaced the two people there. One was at the end of his shift and the other one was reassigned to deal with just the fries. You took a moment to check how much of each item you already had fried and found the list a bit lacking for the only McDonald's in town, even if it was already past the lunch hour rush.

"Erm… Sans. Is this really enough?" You asked him.

There was basically enough to make one of each item and nothing more.

"nah. i usually have to fry some more whenever i clock in." He said from the freezer.

Considering the fact that he was already taking out the stuff he needed without even looking to see what he already had, it meant that this was a reoccurring endeavor. You saw a request for a McChicken pop up and started toasting the bread for it while recalling all the ingredients to garnish this particular request.

McChicken's were the easiest to make. They were one of the most requested fried chicken sandwiches. Not nearly as much requested as McNuggets, though. Those trumped over all the other things that the BOP did… unless you counted the fried potatoes. You usually counted it as something separate, though. That was just your personal opinion on the matter and nothing else.

By the time Sans was done with putting everything he needed on the oil, you had finished prepping the bun for the meat. You took the tray towards where the fried products were kept and Sans grabbed some tweezers and took hold of the last remaining patty for that burger. The box was closed and set down on a heated compartment as it waited to be picked up.

More orders were issued not long after, mostly for the McNuggets. You only had enough for a bag of four and nothing more. The other orders would have to wait.

It took you some time to get used to the rhythm of the work after so long of not working in the fast food industry but you eventually nailed it and worked relatively in sync with Sans. Then again, he was used to not having any help at all so being spared certain tasks served him plenty. Be that as it may, the managers seemed satisfied with your service and that was enough of you. Mid-afternoon the requests decreased exponentially so you had some time to chat and joke around with Sans, much to his coworkers' dismay.

They didn't seem to understand how you got along so well with a monster. In a way, you being there seemed to help them open up to Sans some. Not a lot, and not all of them, that's for sure, but still an improvement. At some point the fries' girl even asked in a shy manner if it was true that monsters had magic.

You had learned that Sans actually was sort of friends with one of the managers that wasn't there that day, but Alex was a guy of few words and not exactly the best person to show the others that 'yes, Sans is a monster, but he isn't a bad guy'.

Still, most of the people there didn't seem too thrilled to talk to either of you. And honestly? You preferred when the racists did just that. Don't like then don't interact. Simple. There was one girl, however…

"How can you stand to be near that disgusting thing!?" She said.

She was one of the cashiers but, since it was down time and not many people were coming, she felt entitled to express her racism. Her comment sparked a deep and instantaneous rage within you. How dare she refer to such an intelligent and caring man such as Sans like he was a vile disease! In front of you no less! You looked around as if searching for someone, shrugged and kept cleaning your work space like nothing had happened. Near you Sans was standing rigidly.

"Hello!? I'm talking to you!" She went on as soon as she realized you intended on ignoring her.

"…Sans… Do you hear anything?" You ask him, fixing your face in a confused expression.

"erm…"

"What!?" The brat was pissed. This time your dismissal of her presence was crystal clear.

"See? There it goes again! Sounds like… well. Like an infant who thinks I give a fuck about what she has to say!" You continued in your most innocent-sounding tone.

Some people in the kitchen and the fries' girl, Latifah was her name, snorted.

"What did you call me!?"

You finally turned to her.
"Honey, sweetie, apple of my eyes! Do I look like I'm interested in anything you have to say besides 'Where are the Nuggets!'?" You said in a sweet adult woman, slightly motherly but also somewhat cold-hearted-bitch tone, proceeding with a caricature of a really bratty kid in the 'dialogue'. "Now, if you don't mind. Us grownups were having a polite conversation before you so rudely interrupted."

"What's THAT supposed to mean!?" She continued, growing even more enraged.

"What you heard, dearie! I'm not interested in talking to a child. Please find another grown up to bother or go about your duties like you should have done from the start." You told her.

"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME!?"

"Oh, my, are you hard of hearing after all? Poor thing. Perhaps I should use sign language to make myself clear." You proceeded to sign while talking at the same time. "Please return to your duties to the McDonald's company and leave the grownups to talk. There's no way a child of mere sixteen years old could comprehend the dynamics of an adult conversation."

That's served to offend her even more than any words you had said previously.

"I'm nineteen!"

"You could have fooled me, apple cheeks. Your conversational skills and thought processes are so childlike it's no wonder I got confused. Still, my request stands. I would prefer to talk to someone on my maturity level and you have already proved yourself incapable of addressing another person like the civilized adult you claim to be." You signed and said.

"Stop that, I can hear you just fine, you bitch!"

"Oh, you can? What a surprise. And name calling? Really? Just goes to prove you're more of a child than a grown up. First off!" You quickly interrupt her before she can spout more nonsense. "I'm not your family. I'm not one of your little friends. I'm not even one of your classmates. What exactly gives you the right to address me so casually and, most of all, rudely the way you did? No greeting, no 'may I talk to you', and you didn't even phrased it in a polite manner! Just that alone gives me more than enough reasons to dismiss your presence. You are lucky that I'm usually a nice person. Someone else would have ripped you a new one right there and then. SHUSH! The adult it talking right now!" You harshly interrupt her once more with a glare that manages to silence her immediately. "Second off! Not only was your approach to me rude, you also decided it was a wonderful idea to insult Sans! We are talking about someone who never did anything to you personally aside from, apparently, existing. A man who is caring towards his younger brother! A man who is capable of staying awake a whole night just to make sure a woman who isn't even his friend won't have nightmares after a traumatic event! A man who definitely has more brain power than anyone else in this place, showing great knowledge in science, but is more concerned with getting his brother a new home! And I'm willing to bet you didn't know any of these things about him before deciding to trash all over his accomplishments for the mere fact that he is a monster! And FINALLY!" This time you didn't have to interrupt her, as she was too shocked at your rage to do anything other than tremble. "I have not once cussed at you. The only thing you can really point the finger at me is that I called you childish, which you were being, and was a bit rude and condescending to you in retaliation to your actions. Heck, I even called you things like sweetie and dearie. What the FUCK gives you the right to call me, and I quote, 'a bitch'?! Your turn! What do you have to say?"

She remained a blubbering mess, tears threatening to leak down her face, looking absolutely embarrassed at her public shaming.

"That's what I thought. I would suggest you take a small break to go to the bathroom and then return to your post. For the duration of my stay here I would appreciate you do not seek me out unless for reasons related to the job. Nobody here wants your opinion, especially if it's an uneducated one."

She dashed off and you sighed, trying to let go of the nervous energy that ran through or veins like electricity. Your anger had probably made you release adrenaline, considering how much excessive energy you felt. You wanted to punch something. Instead you forced yourself to calm down and continued to clean your station quietly and even followed by cleaning the fryer from all the oil there.

Sans couldn't find it in him to bother you in the stated you were in right then and you admitted it was probably for the best, even though it made you sad that he was now afraid of your temper.

"You have quite the defender, Sans." Latifah commented, nudging him in the ribs with her elbow.

"Man, those were some sick burns!" Someone in the kitchen side commented. "I've never seem anyone putting the preppy in her place before!"

"That's because we are too used to her bratty-ness to pay it any mind, dude!"

Slowly the conversations resumed to normal and so did your pulse.

Until Sans gave you a side hug, putting his hand on your waist, his other one resting on the tabletop besides the machine.

"thanks, miranda." He said.

Somehow, him having called you by your name only served to fluster you even more. You dry-swallowed your senseless nervousness to reply.

"It was no problem, Sans." You said.

The rest of the day went uneventfully. You didn't even realize when exactly the purple magic surrounding you had faded, allowing you to stay away from Sans if you so wanted. You were too busy helping him out and had grown rather used to standing near him.

By the end of the day you were so tired you slept like a baby once you settled down on your bed.