Sans watched Chara take a nap in the chair Farrah always sat in. Most likely when she woke up, she'd be Farrah. Great. Now? How the heck am I gonna do this?!

Liking her was one thing. Asking for a date was one thing. Sans knew what Chara was referencing was neither of those. Okay. Do I tell her what should happen? Na, that won't sit right. Then do I just kind of make it happen?

Yeah, right. He was not Mister Suave. He didn't even date in Underground, just Delta Rune. A lifetime away. In the Underground, he preferred to just do things like himself.

Greasy Grillbys. Endless jokes. A bowl of ease and laughter. He was good with that. Not really attracted to any monster anyhow.

Wash up. Change outfit. Comb. I'm dead. There's no way Farrah is going to let me get that close. He looked over at her sleeping. She's always had to share a room with Papyrus.

Everyone expected everything with Papyrus. She was girlfriend for him. Even when she claimed to be with both of them, you could tell most of them thought he was being an overprotective brother.

When Papyrus wasn't well, he even told Undyne that Sans was being an overprotective brother. That was fine at first when he first met her. Especially when he thought she was Kris.

Afterwards wasn't too bad either. He was still older than her, she was much closer to Papyrus' age. Now though? She was even a little older than him. What did that have to do with anything? Stop distracting yourself with stuff that doesn't matter. How do I get her to get in a groove with me?

He knew she already liked him. He'd used that to his advantage last time to take a bit of soul. Don't mean I'm gonna get that close. At least not right away.

It was not like Stephan was going to be president in just a day either. Slow and steady might be the way to go. Start slow, and work up to being romanticcy.

She started to bat her eyes open and looked at him. "You're okay?"

"Never better. Things are fine," he assured her. "Lose some time?"

"I did change." Farrah tilted her head down. "I knew it. I'm glad I didn't hurt you."

"No, no hurt." He came a little closer to her. "I met both sides. Neither one is going to kill me, we're all square."

Farrah looked back up at him. "You met the souls of me? Do you understand why they kill?"

"I get more than that." Sans came even closer, lying his bony hand on her shoulder. "I got some goodie news for you. Baddie news too, but you can get the goodie news first. What do you think of the name Farrah?"

Farrah? "I like it."

"Do you like it as much as Pacifrisk or Farrask?" Sans rubbed her shoulder. He had started that just because it was another combination of names. He liked it because he got a pun out of it, but he only really made it stick because she seemed to like it a lot more than anything else.

She just raised an eyebrow at him. "I like it more, it's pretty. Are you okay? You're rubbing my back, and you're sort of . . . sideways."

Yep, he sucked at this. Slow and steady, yep. He straightened it back. "Sorry. I was trying to be romantical and crap. Looks like it didn't work."

"Oh." Farrah blushed slightly. "Oh. I didn't think you'd . . . especially if I . . ."

"You're fine. You want some hotdogs or a hamburger?"

Farrah fidgeted. "Like friends or . . .?"

Was he really that bad at it? "I was thinking like a date?"

"A date? Yeah. I had those before. We had one, technically, when you took some soul. Um." She was still fidgety. "Sure."

"Sure?"

"Sure. Yeah. Hotdogs or hamburgers." She tapped her fingers. "Should I put on something special? Like you did?"

"That'd be okay." Sans snuck into the kitchen. He'd tell her the news after their awkward date. Funnily though, come to think of it? Farrah'd been soulgagged before she was even technically 'born' when she fell Underground. There's no way she even dated anyone for real. (Him and Papyrus didn't count either.)

They both probably knew that, which is why they both felt more nervous about- "Don't burn, don't you dare." Sans warmed up the hotdogs carefully. He'd warmed up hotdogs easily in the past, but now he felt like he was going to mess up. Don't mess up. Not eating burnt hot dogs. This is easy. You need to get it together. It's just a date. You've had those. Turn or it's gonna burn!

—-

Farrah didn't know what to expect when she woke up. She had a vague recollection of talking to Sans, about chocolate, and having a knife.

She in no way expected him to ask her for a date. What do I wear on a date? Being soulgagged before . . . boys never even looked at her, let alone asked her for one. Not for real.

There was one time that someone asked her as a joke. It didn't get very far since she couldn't answer anyway. They laughed after a minute and said they'd never ask someone that looked like her.

Frisk had been pretty. Farrah was covered in scars from the Underground. She just accepted that no one wanted to be with her in that way. Not until Papyrus or Sans, but that felt so different. It was more of a way to make peace, and then it was to open the barrier.

Farrah had been nice to Papyrus, but in all honesty? There was only one brother that she ever wanted to date. What do I wear for him? What does he like? Does he really like me this time, it's not a ploy to something? She couldn't think of anything this time.

It was just him and her in the entire Underground. Sans was good to her, he'd never try to trick her into anything. His way of asking, it may not be like it was on TV or in the movies, but it was true. He likes me.

Red. Blue. Purple. Dress or jeans? White or black? Farrah brought out several things and found the mirror Papyrus always loved to use to look at himself. I don't know! What would he like? Her heart pounded.

A negative nancy thought bumped into her head. Maybe Sans thought she was harmless to him, but she was too dangerous for the world. Maybe they'd never escape so he was making a move on her because she would be all there is.

Then she slapped that thought down. Even if it were true that they never escaped, Sans wouldn't ask her out just for that. To her own knowledge, he didn't even date Underground. She didn't know about Delta Rune. Did he date on Delta Rune? Don't think about it, Farrah. Keep it together. Use whatever's left of your determination to figure this out.

She ended up going with a purple dress and a heart shaped gold necklace that went with her ear piercings. I don't know. This feels too plain. Shouldn't I get gussied up with things like makeup for a date? She didn't own any makeup, and she didn't keep tons of jewelry.

Were those sorts of things just for the fancy dates that were at expensive restaurants? What am I thinking, he's probably only fixing hotdogs! What if he was waiting on her? He probably had been.

Farrah went back downstairs and toward the table. The hotdogs were done and he was waiting for her. "I-I didn't keep you long?"

"Nah." Sans patted the seat next to his.

Farrah sat next to him. She could feel her face getting red as she reached for a hot dog. Relax, Farrah! Geez, he's going to think something is wrong with you. It's just hotdogs. Am I supposed to be doing something else? Making conversation? How do I make conversation while I eat?

"Not that I'm not trying to be Farrah about this," Sans joked, "but uh? Usually the next step on a date is getting to know each other. We already know each other. So, mind if I try something else? I'd like to tell you more about yourself instead."

Like opposite? "What do you mean?" Oh no, I forget he can still read my mind, has he been able to read my mind this whole time?! He wasn't reacting to the outburst in her head. Maybe she was safe. Maybe it cleared up?

"I found out about your other side you haven't got to know," Sans said as he bit into his hotdog. "Chara."

"What did you find out about her?" Farrah watched as Sans slid something in front of her. When she was in front of it, her heart hammered for a little while. It always did with chocolate for some reason but she didn't reach out for it yet. Am I missing some other kind of ritual? Is this like the flower in the suit or something for monsters? "A chocolate bar."

"It's yours," he said. "How do you feel when you see it?"

He knew about the strange hammering? "Chocolate bars make me feel odd. My heartbeat moves fast for just a bit."

"Chara's mother worked in a chocolate bar factory. Her mom used to come home and give her hugs, smelling like chocolate."

Awww. "That isn't what I expected to hear about her."

"Yeah. She loved her mom Farrah a lot."

Wait, Farrah? "She had my name?" Was that why he asked about the name Farrah? I always thought it sounded so pretty.

"Yeah. This part won't sound proper for a date, and sorry about that," he apologized. "I know why the other parts of you are so dangerous. Frisk doesn't seem to get she's passed on. She's scared, jittery, and she's ready to stab anything but me. I was nice to her, and she thinks I patched her up and saved her life. She'd kill anything else in her way."

Frisk. The real Frisk in her. "She doesn't know she passed away and she's scared."

"Uh huh. She kills and gets LV. She isn't real skilled though, so when something comes up that she can't beat, Chara steps in." Sans finished off his hotdog. "Pretty purple dress, it matches your eyes."

"Oh?" I picked right! "Thank you." That moment was between the conversation though. How was she supposed to pick back up?

"Chara's got skill, and she knows she's long since dead," Sans added. "Also found out Chara's mom died when she was real little and she hated her dads. Her main dad in particular, I get the feeling he was real terrible."

"Real terrible?"

"If Asgore holding a human soul collection wasn't at the top of the list of hate, I'd say yeah," Sans said. He looked at his empty plate. "Honestly, there isn't much Frisk in you, Farrah. About 15%. Chara protects Frisk's soul in you, kind of like a mother. That bond of never letting go. That's why you were born."

"Chara's . . . 85 percent of my soul." She never would have imagined. "I never knew so much about her. Thanks for telling me, Sans."

"No problem. Need another hotdog?"

Should she? "You ate yours. If I don't, is the date over?" She could have sworn she heard Sans chuckle.

"Yeah, yeah. Date's over."

Farrah let out a huge sigh of relief. Then, she realized what she did and could feel herself growing red. "Sorry."

"Nah, I was nervous too. Never dated a human. Especially one I liked as much."

She felt his bony hand cup hers.

"Thanks for making me feel more suave, First Timer."

Did? Did he just tease her? "Well, pardon me. I just- I never-"

"I know." Sans stood up. "You want to go watch some reruns of Mettaton on TV?"

Farrah stood up too. "Sure." As she moved, she felt Sans arm wrap around the side of her waist. That was new. "Are you sure we aren't on a date anymore?"

"Nah, it's over. Let's go sit on the couch together this time. I'll grab your blankets so you can stay nice and cozy."

Farrah went over to the couch. She usually liked her chair, but it was chillier and it would be nicer to sit next to Sans. When he came over, he draped the blanket around her.

"Greatest Hits?" Sans asked. She agreed and he disappeared for a little while. He returned and joined her in the blankets as the TV came on.

"Comfy?" Sans asked her as he wrapped his arm around her again. She leaned over on his shoulder.

Thank goodness that date was over. Now she could just watch some TV with Sans. She should say something about it though. "Nice date?"

"Food was mediocre. Conversation was awkward and dumb. I hate dates," Sans admitted. Still, he didn't move his arm. "I'd rather just say let's curl up together on the couch and watch some TV."

Yeah. I want that too.

Yeah, of course. Your mind couldn't keep yourself together, Farrah.

You could hear! You didn't say anything.

Eh, it was your first date. I didn't want to ruin that. "Besides, pointing it out wouldn't have us on this couch snuggled up together. I'm lazy, Farrah, not a moron."

Oh. He was probably right. "Sorry."

"Dates are just a way for two people to get together to find out if they really like each other. They make people into nervous wrecks. I know that I like you. You know that you like me. We already know each other. We don't really need them." Sans rubbed her shoulder gently. "I just needed it for one purpose, and now I got it."

"What purpose?"

"Don't worry about it."

"But what was it, Sans?"

I just pointed out that lazy doesn't mean moron. "Hey, hey, I remember this episode. It's a good one."

—

The word date had frazzled her, and him too at first. Until he heard the thousands of thoughts pouring through her head as they just ate a hotdog together. Sans needed to make sure he was doing the right thing, so he tried a harmless date.

Farrah was a hundred times more nervous than him, making him loosen up about the whole thing. She was worried about the smallest of things, that he figured he'd better pull out.

He wanted to get out of Underground and figure out how to stop Stephan, but he wasn't going to push her if she just wasn't ready. He decided to put the whole thing on hold.

Once he did that, Farrah surprised him. She was even more receptive than she had ever been. She was even leaning on him comfortably for the TV. He wrapped his arm around her, but she was the one who leaned on him.

Overall analysis? Date was a social term that had 'rules and regulations' in Farrah's head. Her past also clouded her mind about what it was supposed to be. Now that it was simply settled that they both knew and liked each other?

Chara made it pretty clear what he should do before she went to sleep. He needed to bond his magic closer to her body again. They were still married but because of the distance they had between each other, he couldn't tug her so much without it all going off balance.

So he needed to touch about every inch of her body. There was only one way he knew to do that.

Try and play a curious idiot. Partway through the TV, he made his first move.

The back. Rubbing her back wasn't too hard. He even took off his arm when she wasn't looking to stroke down lower.

Farrah didn't even notice. She was that comfortable with him. "So, uh, Farrah? I was wondering something."

"What?"

"Never had a human girlfriend." That wasn't a lie. "Can I feel around your body to get to know it?"

"Uh? What parts?"

"All of it of course. Why?"

"All? You want to touch my entire body?"

"Yeah, sure. Monsters do it all the time." Lie number one. "What is it?"

"When you like another person, you feel every part of them?"

"Yeah. It'd be pretty rude not to." Lie number two. "You not okay with the monster way? I mean, humans and monsters are different. It'd be disrespectful to do that to another monster, but you are human. I get it." Lie with tacked on guilt for her.

"No, I mean, I respect their ways. Your ways! I didn't mean their." Flustered Farrah. "What is involved in it?"

"Nothing big." Lie. "Hands just wander and discover, that's all. Humans call it making out I think?" That was lie four maybe? Lie five?

"Making out is kissing mainly," Farrah corrected him. "I think you're thinking of groping."

"Oh." Yay for playing dumb. "Sounds like we can combine the groping and making out. See? Monsters are the same."

"Making out. Um. It takes lips."

"Naw. Just a tongue." Sans pulled her closer. He gently nudged her mouth open.

No turning back.

Farrah was startled at first. "Blue tongue? Skeletons have blue tongues?"

"Yuh huh." His tongue still awkwardly stuck out. "We don't show them off much. Just to the closest." She didn't seem to remember they already made out while she was birthing the bone.

He brought her closer to him.

—

Farrah felt his tongue on hers and her memory came back. We did this! "Thee did thith!" Then, she felt terrible. "Thrry Thans."

Sans just chuckled as he continued to do whatever he was doing. She felt him exploring her mouth and her tongue. She felt him dabbing hers like she should be doing something.

She tried to touch tongues with his, but he was dragging her closer.

She could feel his teeth now. She was in his mouth with her timid tongue. The shock of that move almost made her miss his new attraction to rubbing around her. He stroked her butt, her legs, strangely her ears, her stomach and- she backed away when she felt him feeling her chest.

"Huh?" He looked half dazed, like someone brought him out of a very nice dream. "Nuh uh, back here." He reached for her again.

"The movement is fast," Farrah said.

"You don't like my tongue?" Sans asked. "I thought you did."

"No, the groping. If that's what it's called."

"Oh." He brought himself closer to her and entered her mouth again.

It was different but it was comfortable and nice. She found Sans yanking her closer again, pulling them back to their regular position.

The longer they did that, the more Farrah loved it. It felt good being so unbelievably close to Sans. It also made her heart swell because Sans wasn't being lazy in it at all.

He was loving it. He was loving being near her too. They both wanted nothing more than to make out while the dim sound of the TV droned on in the background. The house lights somehow dimmed too, leaving them alone in the simple light of the TV.

She couldn't keep track of time, nor did she want to. Farrah felt him starting to reach for her again. This time, she didn't want to stop his wandering hands.

She just . . . He is everything. He makes me laugh when I need him to. Watches for me when I don't even think I need watched. He gave up a lot just to stay here with me. He still likes me, even with murderous souls. I love him so much. I love him.

Love you too, Farrah.

Love. He said love too. He loved her too. She didn't even bat an eye as she felt him do more than touch here and there.

After a few more minutes . . .

Sans just lazily moved her away. He looked so content. He twisted his bony finger slightly.

Farrah felt her hair move in a strange way. A circular silly motion.

Sans seemed satisfied with that. "Did you have a nice date, Farrah?"

Date? "I thought you said that was over?"

"Oh yeah, I did say that," he teased. "Sorry. Next time can we skip the date and just go straight to the after date stuff?"

Definitely. "Sounds fine to me. Dates are stressful. I would rather just do this." She leaned against him. "What do monsters call it?"

"Sleeping." Sans shucked her up slightly. "Tomorrow is going to be tougher. Get plenty of rest."

Oh. "As much as I want to, I don't think I should." She would hurt herself just sleeping at that angle with him.

"You're right, you are human." Sans stood up and pulled her body up. "Off to bed upstairs." He pulled her along.

She watched his actions carefully, wondering what to do next. Would be put her back in Papyrus's room? Did he expect more of her if he put her in his room?

Sans stopped in front of his room and unlocked it. He kept holding her hand and sort of looked at his bed. "Well? Single doesn't make this easy."

Make what easy?

"Sleeping alongside my Farrah." Sans took her out of his room and toward Papyrus's.

He stayed though and climbed into the bed. He patted the side next to his.

Farrah tucked herself deeper in the covers with him. "Goodnight Sans?" It wasn't a euphemism, right? He didn't expect sex.

"Goodnight Farrah." His eyelids were shut and she watched z's float from him. Monsters sleeping were so cute. Sans at least.

Okay. Farrah smiled to herself.

Never gonna do nothing unless you're ever ready.

Sans. One of the many reasons she loved him. He didn't even say until, he said unless.

Hey, you aren't the type of girlfriend that gets mad if I say a lie or two, are you? You're bigger than that, right?

A lie or two? Everyone makes mistakes.

Thought so. Goodnight, Farrah.

Farrah watched as Z's drifted from him again. He didn't mean that he already lied, right? No. Probably precaution. I don't think he's had many girlfriends. He better not have had many girlfriends. Stop. Nope.

Turn off the brain. Cuddle up near Sans. Go to sleep.