Looking around his new room, Sans had to admit, it already felt like home, sort of. The place was a wreck. Pushing his way through piles of clothes, he opened the door opposite the one he shared with Flug and climbing over one last pile, let himself into a back part of the lab, figuring he might find his lover tinkering here. The metal tang that rested on the still air helped calm his somewhat frayed nerves, as well as the Soulbeat he felt nearby, even if he didn't see his mate quite yet.

Flug popped up from behind one of the tables, fallen pencil retrieved, jolting with a shout at seeing Sans. "S-shit Sans! When did you get back?"

Chuckling and shaking his head, already in better spirits for seeing Flug, he called back, "Just now. Don't worry, I wasn't hiding from you."

Flug smiled leaning against the table setting down his pencil. "So, does Papyrus like Black Hat? That's who you were thinking about, right?"

Sans flushed immediately, the pale blue resonance behind his white tank disappearing even as his eyelights shrunk. "N-not exactly. I mean...uh, yeah, Paps does seem to get along well enough with him. Paps gets along with just about everybody."

Frowning as he fidgeted "Except me, right?" Instantly dread, discomfort, and regret filled his Soul.

Shifting and confused, Sans bit his teeth as he tried to think on how to answer. "I don't think he really dislikes you per se. It is just that you brought something really negative into his life and you more or less, through no fault of anybody, took up time that used to be solely his. I think you guys should just try and talk."

Shaking his head Flug gripped the pencil it cracking in his hand. "I can't. Every time I think about it I just… I just want to punch him so fucking hard. I tried to be good to you and him and tell the truth and-and he fucking did that. It's bad enough that I hurt you without meaning to. He meant to hurt you. I just… I hate that I'm making you choose. I know it's hurting you… I just can't trust him anymore."

Sighing with desperation and not sure how the future was going to go, Sans decide he probably should update Flug on the latest changes in their lives thanks to their boss. "Babe, how about we sit down. I, we have some stuff to talk about and you are not going to like it. At least I don't think you will." He scraped at the back of his head and couldn't meet Flug's eyes.

"Oh god…" Flug plopped into his chair hand scraping his goggles off. "Who was it? Fuck Sans tell me it was at least someone you like. Sure I don't mind sharing my bed if we talk about it, but fuck. Sorry I know you love me. It's fine, I love you. Just tell me who you had fun with while you were out."

"Wh-what the fuck? Why is it that I say we need to talk and your first reaction is that I cheated on you? When have I ever given you even the barest whisper of the idea that I'd be interested in someone else?" Even as he said it, a small voice in the back of his mind whispered that he did have arrangements with Black Hat, which he shrugged off. It was well known within the mansion that Black Hat liked having favors repaid through sex or blood. "I mean seriously, just no. Stars you can be so frustrating." Sans snagged a chair from one of the nearby tables as well to fall into before letting his head bounce off the tables surface, disrupting the display for a moment before letting out a low "Ouch." but not moving.

Flug furrowed his brows irritation running through him as well. "Well SORRY. That is the first thought that I came to when you said we needed to talk and I wouldn't like it. It was either you fooled around or you are moving back in with your brother and I know it's not the second."

Rolling his head on the table so he could half glare and half size up if that was seriously how Flug thought of him, Sans sighed, exasperated. "Well, I CAN tell you that I am certainly not messing around. So I guess that means we move onto your next assumption and say you are approximately twenty five percent right. Now are you going to let me explain or blow up before you know all the details. I was having a relatively good day before all this."

Sans was beginning to get irritable. He'd only had the breakfast that Paps had made and it had been cold by the time he got to it and he was low on magic from moving all his stuff and all the emotional mayhem from the day was catching up to him. It was pushing late afternoon, almost suppertime and he was hungry. He may not need to eat, but that didn't stop him from feeling hunger or a desire to replenish his magic through eating.

Flug grit his teeth. Sans was having a good day until he came back to him. Flug wanted to snap and stomp out of the room and leave Sans to have his good day far from him. Taking a deep breath his eye twitching slightly as he grit his teeth harder. "Fine, what is it? Tell me so you can go back to your good day."

Growling in frustration, Sans all but spat, "I won't be moving back home. Instead Paps is gonna be moving here. Hope you can get over that. Oh, and the boss has decided to adopt us both too. Just thought I'd let you fuckin' know. Shouldn't have wasted my breath." Shoving away from the chair and table, he turned and stormed back to his room. He wanted to come back and be able to calm down and maybe have some decent work time with his mate. That apparently wasn't in the schedule for him today. Nope, just work and arguments. Life really was giving him the big dish. Maybe he should go see Grillby. His wages would certainly cover a few drinks and he was planning on getting smashed.

Flug froze. He didn't breathe until the door slammed closed behind Sans. Papyrus was coming here?! He can't! Sans wouldn't be safe! Flug gasped clutching his chest barely holding back from projecting his overwhelming fear to his mate. "Fuck not now!" Sans was going to get hurt and-and he wouldn't be able to stop it... He couldn't before and he wouldn't be able to in the future. Flug slumped his head hitting the table. "I can't keep this up." All this fear and worrying was going to be the death of him and Sans. Reaching into his pocket he popped four pills. He needed to be numb. No more feelings for now, only work. Work didn't hurt him. Feeling the tension drain he lifted his head and went back to work sending Sans a calm thought. "Thank you for letting me know."

Sans hesitated at the front door to the mansion when he received the oddly detached message. The feelings surrounding it were sluggish and he could feel his mind getting cloudy. He had to hold onto the handle of the door for a moment as he stumbled. Shaking off the strange wooziness, he growled and left the house, heading for the bar. He couldn't teleport and with how low his magic was, getting drunk was going to be way too easy.

Grillby blinked up at Sans when he walked into the bar. It had barely been a day since he had last seen the skeleton... "Sans, back already? You haven't even been gone long enough for your seat to get cold." Grillby chuckled his flames flickering lightly. "Thought that mate of yours had got you trained better, guess not if you're already back. Or did you miss me?"

Hearing Grillby remind him of the night prior when things had seemed to be going so well amongst his own kind, Sans staggered for a moment before all feeling simultaneously hit him like a wave and disappeared. He felt numb and overwhelmed at the same time, either way, he needed a drink and a shoulder to cry on. "Grilbz, give me chaser would ya? Thought I was havin' a good day and then it all went wrong." Before he even made it to the bar his knees buckled, taking him to the floor. He didn't understand, but he didn't particularly care either. Some part of his mind tried to tell him something was wrong, but he couldn't be moved to think on what it might be.

Grillby flared jumping over the bar and crouching next to Sans. "Sans! What's wrong!?" Looking at the other patrons Grillby frowned. "Everyone out! The bar is closed."

There were disappointed grumbles and shuffling of money as everyone left.

Grillby lifted Sans into his arms cradling him to his chest. Flipping the sign and locking the door Grillby slid into a booth. "Sans what's wrong? Are you sick?"

Half-shrugging and mumbling something incoherently, his eyes blinked one at a time. His body was completely limp, but it was obvious he was conscious by the presence of his eyelights and his low grumbling.

Grillby frowned his flames flickering low with worry. "Are you sick? Have you already been drinking? Take any pills? Stars, did someone drug you?"

Weakly, Sans rolled his head from one side to the other, still blinking in that strange, lazy way. After a minute he weakly forced out words. "Jus wan drink."

Grillby shook his head petting Sans's skull lightly. "Nope, not happening when you're like this. Let's get some water in you and maybe some healing magic." Slowly standing Grillby made his way behind the bar grabbing a glass and carefully filling it with water and pressing it to Sans's teeth.

Not really giving a shit at this point, Sans drank the water, grimacing at the metallic taste from the tap. "Cruelby" he slurred, letting both his eyes fall shut. Having them open didn't seem to be serving any purpose, so why should he hold them open.

Shaking his head Grillby walked to his bedroom above the bar laying Sans down on top of the covers. "Rest while I give you some healing magic. Hopefully it'll help. If it doesn't I'm calling your Mate to come get you." The flames on his hands turned green and he rested then on Sans's ribs.

Rolling his head from one side to the other, not bothering to open his eyes, he groaned unintelligently.

Raising a flaming brow Grillby asked "Don't call your Mate? Why, you have a fight? Are you even supposed to be here?"

"Mn know." One of his eyes had fallen open and the light inside floated distractedly in wide sweeping motions, never fixating on anything.

Frowning at the eye light Grillby shook his head pulling his hands away and grabbing his phone. "It's not helping. I'm calling your Mate."

"'E don car. Nod'in cares. No mat...ter." Sans rambles aimlessly as he lay limp on the bed seeing nothing but looking at everything.

"Bullshit! I care you little asshole. Come here." Grillby manhandled Sans into his lap and held him tight. Rubbing calming circles into Sans's back and skull. "I care. I'm here for you Sans. I'm here."

"Tchure." Sans was in no position to decline or agree, so he just went with what was happening. Nothing mattered anyway.

Grillby was growing more and more concerned with how Sans was acting. Something was definitely wrong. "Who do you want me to call? Your mate? Maybe your boss or a friend? Papyrus? If you don't pick I'm just going to call the hospital. Something is wrong and I'm worried for you Sans."

With a sigh, Sans managed to slowly articulate, "Bl-ack… 'at."

Grillby raised a brow mildly shocked Sans choose his villainous boss, but decided that calling was more important than trying to get a reason out of him.

Blinking at Sans's phone number Black Hat answered. "Sans? Why are you calling me?"

"This is Grillby… Something is wrong with Sans. You need to come pick him up."

Black Hat raised a brow. "Who do you think you are making demands of me?" Black Hat gave a low growl "And what have you done with Sans?!"

Grillby sighed "I run a bar, Sans is currently in my apartment above it and is growing more and more unresponsive. YOU need to come get him or I'm going to the hospital."

"What have you done to him. I want to hear him." Black Hat hissed out seething at the stranger's demands and the concept that Sans was hurt so quickly after leaving his side.

Sighing Grillby held Sans close petting his skull. "He came to the bar like this. Didn't even have a drink!" Holding the phone to Sans, Grillby shook him lightly. "Sans tell the demon what's wrong."

"Dun no. Don mat...zzzzz" Sans snored once and then all but stopped responding, even his Soul growing dim. His breaths became spaced to about a minute apart, slowly taking longer between each.

Grillby gasped dropping the phone to cradle Sans closer. "Sans? Sans! No-no you can't leave me. Come on!" His flames turned green trying to heal the slow beating Soul.

Eye widening Black Hat quickly phased through getting to the room not a minute later. "Give him to me! What have you done!" Snatching Sans away Black Hat searched his Soul in hopes of finding the ailment.

The Soul's beat was faint, and the purple magic that had taken residence in all it's shattered lines had all but faded. In each of the small shards that remained, a tiny speck of weak, pale blue light glowed just enough to illuminate them. The magic from Flug's Soul that usually surrounded, encompassed, and nearly overtook Sans's Soul was almost completely gone. Their bond string was so faint it was barely visible reaching out from his own Soul.

Black Hat tisked. "I thought you went to him once we got home. I will give you magic to strengthen your bond for now until you both talk." Black Hat placed a hand against Sans's ribs and eased magic into his Soul until he could feel the bond string strengthen. It wasn't much, but it would allow Sans to stay out of danger from Dusting. "You both are horrid with discussing things. Flug's medication probably didn't help any either. I can taste the foul numbness in your magic."

Taking a shuddering deep breath before flinching and curling over himself hacking and struggling, Sans eyes blew wide, eyelights lit black and blue. Bone spikes grew rapidly around the room from the walls, floors, and ceiling. Soon the whole room was covered in the lethal bones, all stained black in their grain. Sans finally stopped struggling for freedom, passing back out, but for now at least his breaths were more even.

Humming in approval at the dangerous bones, Black Hat summoned tentacles swiping the bones into dust.

Grillby sat frozen at the powerful display from both parties. "Thank you."

"Of course, I wouldn't leave my boy to suffer. I am taking him now. It was good for you to call me. Do make a habit of it if my boy is in danger again." Black Hat cradled Sans close to his chest phasing out of the room and into his own. A tentacle pulled down the silken sheets gentle placing Sans into the bed before sitting down in a chair to read while he waited for Sans to wake.

Three hours and a few more waves of deadly bones later, Sans coughed himself into wakefulness once more, clawing at his chest as the small amount of Black Hat's magic pulsed within his own. He felt like he was being buried by the demon's sins that rode within him.

"Are you done?" Black Hat asked unamused. "Your reactions to my magic is getting quite redundant. I can get Fell if you need more magic, since you are so against mine. I can't let you die due to some miscommunication or fight with Flug."

Sweating blue magic, Sans flipped over and stared at Black Hat, eyelights blown wide. "What in cosmos fucking happened to me? I feel like shit!" He promptly flopped face down on the bed, obviously awake but worn out from fighting for so long.

Chuckling Black Hat put his book away. "It seems Flug's medication affected your Soul. Your magic tasted numb and it almost stopped your Soul. I put some magic into you to keep your Soul beating until you could resolve your communication problem with Flug. I will keep Flug from doing this again."

Turning his head to look up at Black Hat worriedly, Sans asked "Is Flug sick? I've never seen him take meds and I've never been affected like this before… Am I missing something about him that I should know?"

Shaking his head Black Hat sighed rubbing his temple. "Yes and no… He is very anxious and depressed. Sometimes he takes medication to stop feeling so much. I can understand his problems with getting so overwhelmed with stress and feelings. He probably didn't realize that it would affect you so much."

"Oh. I didn't even know that there were medications for that sort of stuff, much less that he was taking them. I hope that I didn't cause him to turn to the medicine. I thought we were making progress, but when I came home today and said we needed to talk, he started accusing me of cheating and then completely lost it when I said that my brother was coming here and that you were adopting me." He was silent a moment. "Is this all my fault? I'm sorry, you probably don't particularly care. I'll try to not let it affect business and production. I-I should be going."

A tentacle wrapped around Sans's wrist. "You are going nowhere. I might be able to answer a few questions to Flug's actions… Flug is very insecure about, well everything. When presented with you needing to talk that was probably the worst outcome he could think of. With the adoption and moving your brother in he most likely got overwhelmed with fear for you."

"Why is everybody so afraid of Paps?" Sans asked rhetorically to the air as he flopped back on the bed, not bothering to try to fight Black Hat. If the boss didn't want him to go, he wasn't going to be able to do anything about it. He had next to no magic and couldn't even teleport. He'd had to catch a cab to the bar he was so wiped right now and then the kid did this. Wait, the kid did this! Flug! Tell me you're okay! Sans immediately yelled in his mind for his mate. If the drugs had affected him to this degree through their bond, and the kid was well on his way to being a monster, then how had it affected him? He stiffened as he waited fearfully for a response.

Flug blinked from his experiment. He groaned at the shouting, asking tiredly What? Flug was numb down to his toes which helped when he nicked or burned his fingers.

"We aren't afraid of Papyrus. We are more concerned that you could get harmed again. Papyrus just happens to have the main focus in that." Black Hat sighed. "How are you feeling?"

Sans scowled for a few moments as he was reminded of the darkness that everybody saw in his charge before looking back up to Black Hat at his question. "Weird to be honest. I feel like I'm being torn apart from the inside while also feeling physically numb. I'm gonna say I have to be partially mentally numb as well 'cause I think I should be freaking out about the fact that I'm being tossed every which way by my magic, but I just don't care. I'm super excited about nothing and yet...I feel empty. This is shit." In his mind to Flug, he sent a careful feeling of curiosity laced with a tiny bit of worry, just to see how he'd react. He also didn't want to chance startling the kid now that he knew he was working on an experiment.

Black Hat nodded. "Yes, that could be understandable. Now rest and relax. You need to get your strength back."

Flug hummed softly at the concern. What, love?

You took meds….you okay? Wanna talk? The telepathy was hard and broken up like rough static, but still going through by sheer force of will on Sans's end. "Alright boss. I'll make my way back to my room then. I promise not to work today. Sorry for being so weak."

Nodding Black Hat gently patted his skull. "Not your fault. I should have discussed this before."

Flug sighed shrugging before realizing that Sans wasn't actually in the room with him. Fine… Just needed to stop for a while. Too much… Everything.

Sorry if that was 'cause of me. Putting on a strong face, Sans slipped off Black Hat's bed, realizing as he hit the floor that the thing was as tall as him. Smiling weakly at the boss he made his way out of the room and office and only once he was a fair distance down the hall did he let himself lean against a wall. The floor still seemed to shift under his feet. It was dizzying and a bit nauseating.

It's fine. Flug sighed staring at the device in his hand for a bit before sending a soft. I'm happy for you.

Stumbling for the first time in a long while as if he were actually drunk, Sans slowly navigated his way towards his room. Whenever the floor and walls stop moving, I'll see ya. Well, soon as I get back to my room. Wish Black would stop messing with physics when he knows I'm out of it right now.

Furrowing his brows Flug tilted his head confused. Why would Black Hat be messing with you? Why are you out of it? Did something happen?

Sans almost let slip that Flug's drugs put him out and almost Dusted him, but figured he'd better not. The kid might slip deeper into depression or get over anxious and he didn't think he could handle that right now. H-hows 'bout I tries to explain whenever I find my room again?

Fine. Do I need to meet you?

Prob's bes ya don'. Ah don' wan' da boss called on me 'gain. Sans stumbled and ran into the lab door. One of the few metal doors in the mansion. That meant he only had about forty feet to go to his room. Happy joy.

Flug perked up at hearing a sound at the door. Stumbling to his feet he went to the door opening it to peek out. "Sans?" Sans?

Trying to turn a bit too fast at hearing Flug behind him, Sans promptly ended up in a heap on the floor. "Hey babe. What's up?"

Blinking down at the bone pile Flug tilted his head concerned. "Are you okay? Here let me help you up." Flug leaned down lifting Sans up by his armpits until he was steady again.

Holding onto Flug until he felt a bit more steady, Sans smiled up to him. "Th-thanks. Why is that damn door so far away?"

Chuckling Flug gave him a small smile as he helped him walk to his room. "Yeah, a bit far for someone short like you. Come on I think you need to be in bed. Were you drinking or something?"

"Naw, Grillbz wouldn't serve me after I collapsed on his floor. Hey did you know humans make pills...oh right...yur….yur purdy." Sans slipped back into slurring and his vision got a bit blurry again as his proximity to Flug drove up his intoxication.

Blinking shocked Flug held onto Sans tighter his emotions spiking, but on a duller level than they would normally. He was concerned about everything that came from Sans's mouth, but he couldn't find it in himself to shout out his concern or frantically check Sans until his heart had stilled. He focused instead on getting Sans to his room. "Yeah, got lots of pills. Which kind did you take?"

"N-not me. Nope. Pills fer matter, magits fer makiks. Hehe." Sans babbled, trying to hold the conversation, but failing to hold his own tongue, slowly slipping and his legs starting to fold as he walked.

Shaking his head Flug scooped Sans into his arms cradling him close and making it the last bit to Sans's room. Shifting awkwardly to pull back the blankets and settling Sans into the bed. "Think you need to sleep off whatever you took. Hope you don't get sick. I'll get you a trash can."

Trying to push himself up and frowning slightly, with half his face, the other half having gone slack, he tried to fight back. "No. I din take nophin." He nearly tumbled out of his own bed trying to follow Flug when he didn't put his legs down first.

Setting the trash can on the floor Flug pressed a hand to Sans's ribs pushing him lightly back down. "Stay... You didn't take anything? Maybe someone spiked your drink. It's okay Sans, you are going to be fine. Do you want some water or crackers?"

Sans shook his head the whole time, but let Flug talk uninterrupted. When he finished, Sans gave up the fight and mumbled "Don matter. Non matter."

Frowning Flug gently sat next to him petting his skull. "What do you mean, love? Why doesn't anything matter?"

Shrugging where he lay, Sans let out a great sigh. "Jus don'. Shud be worrin' 'bout why nod'in madders, bu' don'."

Flug gave Sans a light kiss to the top of his skull. "I understand love. Sometimes depression makes you feel that way. Bad days can be... Rough. I'm here for you. Do you just want to sleep? I could put on a movie?"

Swallowing hard and bitting his tongue a few times before taking a deep breath, Sans tried one more time. "Jus don' take any mur pills please?" He blinked heavily before passing out with a light snore.

Blinking Flug stared at Sans for a full minute before it clicked. Eyes widening Flug covered his mouth in shock. He had done this?! Flug felt sick to his stomach, he never thought that something like that could affect Sans! Rushing through the door connecting their rooms, Flug slammed the door shut making it just in time before he painfully dry heaved into the toilet. He was horrible! He messed Sans up! Drugged him without him knowing anything about it! His nails dug painfully into his palms as he dry heaved again. His chest ached down into his Soul. He wanted to die. He wanted to end it here and now. He just caused Sans pain and hardships. He thought Sans would be better once he left the lab, but Flug had fucked him over yet again. Flug scratched his wrist harshly. How could he do this to his own mate. Streams of tears ran down his cheeks as he leaned against the tub wishing he didn't exist.

A few hours later, choking awake for the second time today, Sans looked around wildly for the cause. He immediately homed in on the surge of feelings coming from his mate, who previously had been so void of emotion he swore the kid had to be dead. He could barely remember most of the day, only blurred blips echoed on the edge of his mind. Babe. Flug. What's wrong? What - ow. What is going on? Sans fell out of the bed as he tried to get to Flug to comfort and protect him from whatever was causing this wave of negativity, completely forgetting that he was in no shape to be moving or doing anything for that matter.

Jolting Flug scrubbed at his tears. Stay in bed. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Babe, what's wrong? What are you- He went silent for a moment as the hour with Black Hat caught up to him. Oh shit. Babe. Please talk to me. You aren't fine and that is okay. Please let me help you. I'm sorry for causing all this shit. I should have been more understanding. Sans dragged himself slowly around all the piles in his room until he got to the door of their shared bathroom, but the handle just had to be too out of reach from the floor and his legs still weren't working.

Sniffling Flug shook his head. Sans please… I hurt you. I made you so sick. I'm so sorry. This is all my fault.

Ain't all your fault love. I snapped just as bad as you. I meant to try to tell you gently. I know that you have reason to be afraid and reason to want to protect me, yet I was brash and I walked away. In your place, I probably would have done much worse. Will you please let me hold you? Sans begged as he propped himself up beside the door. There was no chance he was getting it open any time soon.

"I ruined your good day." Flug choked back a sob. "I'm so sorry. I didn't want to do any of this." Flug leaned heavily against the tub rubbing harshly at his wrist. I didn't mean to do anything like this. I just wanted your good day. I wanted your good day to be with me!

Rocking his head forward only to rock it back with a thud into the wall, Sans sighed. I woulda taken you with me but you weren't certain you wouldn't pick a fight with my brother and didn't want to go. Then a funny thought came into his mind. One he was almost certain would get Flug's mind off their current problems, at least until they'd both managed to calm down a little. Want a juicy and sorta funny story on our horrible, terrifying, scary boss?

Flug sniffled shuffling closer to the door. "Yeah."

I'll keep it in our heads 'cause if he catches me talking about it, adopted or not, still can't believe that, but anyway, adopted or not, I'll be bonemeal by dusk. He laughed a bit at his own dark play on words before continuing. So anyway. Big scary Black Hat, all tentacles and horrors, right? He gets talking with Paps while I'm moving my shit and when I get down stairs, Paps is about ready to blow his cap, he has so much magic built up and what's that monster do? He bites my brother, sucks his magic out, and then proceeds to cuddle, CUDDLE my baby brother and gets all teary eyed over the fact that his eggs ate all that magic he just ingested and starts begging me to cuddle as well. How is that for funny.

Not long after that, we tuck my brother in upstairs, I managed to get Plum over to talk the boss down on his eggs and all. Well Blacky starts asking about bonds and such and Plum asks to see his Soul and promptly faints so Razzy comes over all in a tizzy and within half an hour they are in the boss's pants. I'd say that's impressive, considering our boss. Funny eh? He can't keep from cracking up on his side of the door as he relates the story, sharing a few images along the way to help supplement, including seeing Black Hat cuddling his brother, 'cause that was just too good.

Giggling Flug opened the door to look at Sans in a mix of disbelief and humor. I can't believe that actually happened. Black Hat a cuddle bug with his clutch and sex adict. I'm almost impressed, not sure who it should be for, Black Hat or the Lust brothers for even daring to take him on.

Told ya they'd fuck anything that moves. Actually, the boss is the one that propositioned them. He tried asking me about our sex lives and if we were more open. I told him we really haven't messed around with that too much. Not a lie per se. Sans gave Flug a half smile and shrug through the little bit of door he could see. So ya gonna come out and cuddle me or keep hiding yourself away from me. I've had a major whopper of a day, even before I came home.

Biting his lip Flug gave in scooting past the door to Sans and leaning slightly into him. Sounds like it… Much more exciting than mine… So, Papyrus is moving in? Flug made sure to keep it light sounding and a relaxed face. He needed to get over it since his opinion didn't really matter anymore. It was bound to happen at some point.

"At some point, yeah. Not like it's gonna happen tomorrow or over night. Due to Pap's blow-out today, he's gonna be hibernating for probably about a week or so, similar to what I did. Once he wakes up, we will see what he wants to do. I'm still not sure that living in this mansion will work for him with his do-gooder attitude. If he doesn't move here, he'll likely move in with one of his friends who has moved up to the surface. They used to sleep over each other's places often enough before the barrier broke." Sans stared at his dead feet while he spoke, trying to twitch a toe or turn the leg with no result.

"Oh, okay. Hey you want to move to a bed?"

"I'd love to, you'll have to carry me though. My whole lower body is sorta dead, hehe." He winked at Flug to show he wasn't upset about it, just loving the opportunity for a pun.

Chuckling Flug wobbled to his feet before scooping Sans up and walking back into his own room, deciding not to fight the clothes piles in Sans's room. "You are ridiculous, love."

"You know you love me." He grinned from where he hung in Flug's arms, happy that they had made amends. He just hoped the drugs wore off soon so he could get around and actually feel his magic again.

"Yeah, I love you but you are a turd." Plopping down on the bed he held Sans close. "Hey… I'm sorry. I didn't know my meds would affect you."

"Sorry I upset you to the point you needed them." Sans shrugged. This was all part of their learning process.

"It was just too much. I needed to be more stable and numb. I didn't mean to have you hurt. I just… sorry." Flug sighed staring up at the ceiling.

"Eh, stop beating yourself up. We all make mistakes. I'm just glad that you're still human enough that they didn't affect you like they did me. Nobody would have gotten to you in time and I would have lost you. Whatever those pills were, they separated the connection between the Soul and body. Almost completely severed the connection and made it impossible to use my magic, not that I have any left to use. Anyway, that's why I can't walk right now. If it weren't for Grillby and the boss…" he rubbed the back of his skull, unsure of how to word the harsh reality. "Yeah, it wouldn't be good."

Flug almost started crying again. "Sans… I'm so so sorry…"

"Hey, I'm here now and that's what matters. Okay?" He looked up to Flug's face and gave a small face. " What do you say to that movie then? Black Hat has me confined to rest for the day, so I am not allowed to do much, and I'm not too sure I could if I wanted to." Softly he let a hand drift up and down Flug's back, trying to soothe him.

"Yeah…" Flug grabbed his laptop resting it on his legs and pulling up Netflix. "What do you want to watch?"

"How about something scary, but not over the top?" He thought for a moment before coming up with the perfect movie. He used to watch it all the time Underground when he was still keeping his human fetish quiet. "Ever seen Nightbreed?"

Flug shook his head. "Is it really scary? You don't want me clinging to you and getting nightmares." Flug gave a soft chuckle searching and clicking on the movie.

Sans hummed in thought. "I don't think I'd mind the clinging, but we definitely don't want nightmares. If it gets too much for you we can turn it off, but I don't think it is really that bad. It is pretty old so it isn't too gory."

Nodding Flug leaned into Sans's side cuddling close. "Okay, sounds alright." Flug hoped there wasn't many jump scares, even though he lived with a literal demon he was still jumpy.

Snuggling closer into Flug's side, Sans relaxed and watched the beginning credits scroll through. Back when this movie was released, they still had the major actors' credits scroll through in the beginning of the movie. Scenes showing human rendition of what they thought monsters might look like scrolled across the screen as well as strange scenery backlit with red and orange light. It was the perfect blend of cheesy and amusing that worked back in the day for horror.

Relaxing as the cheesy movie played Flug soon found himself smiling and giggling at the low budget effects. "This was a nice choice."

"It was one of my favorites. I mean, sure, it shows just how much about us humans forgot, but in the same point, it showed that humans could get along with us too." Sans explained quietly. "The graphics are pretty good too. They certainly didn't have things like this when we went underground."

Nodding along Flug smiled, "Yeah it's good in a cheesy way. Today's stuff scares me too much to watch. The previews are worst. I hate when they pop up and I have to look away and plug my ears. I live with a demon, but I'm a horror wimp."

"Eh, that's fine. You can pick the next one if you'd like?" Sans offered, grabbing Flug's hand, pulling his arm over his chest so that he was sort of hugged and threaded his phalanges through Flug's fingers.

Grinning Flug leaned down and kissed Sans's cheek. "It would be a documentary."

"Oh?" He looked up mildly surprised and interested. They pretty much ran documentaries in the lab everyday. What kind of documentaries did his boyfriend enjoy? A glance around the room had him suspecting they would include planes somehow.

"Yeah, that okay?"

"Sure. I'm not gonna complain. Though I'll admit, I don't know if I'm gonna be able to stay awake for this movie, much less a second one, so if I fall asleep, sorry." He nuzzled into Flug slightly, his eyes already half closed.

Chuckling Flug kissed his cheek again. "I understand. I'll move it to the night stand and let space documentaries sooth us to sleep."

"Sounds good babe~" Even as he finished saying it, Sans's eyelights dimmed and his sockets drifted closed. A shuddering breath later, he was still other than very occasional breaths.

Shaking his head Flug switched the movie for a space documentary dimming the brightness and turning the sound down until it was a soothing murmur about space. Shifting Sans until he was able to spoon the small skeleton. Flug sighed kissing his skull and nuzzling him until he fell asleep as well. It was a calming end to a stressful day. Maybe they could discuss the new information with Papyrus moving in tomorrow.