Chapter 39:

What Sleep?

My mind was reeling on this new reality of being occupied by another soul. It made me feel sick and I had to put my face in my hands to stop the world from twisting.

"What do I do?"

He rested his hand on my leg a second and changed his mind, pulling me closer into his arms for comfort. His warm embrace made me feel a slight bit better, but not as much as I'd hoped.

"I got ya, kitten. I promise to help you out."

I chose not to gush over the pet name and held onto him. Just when things were bad they get worse. I just want something to go right for once. Just give me some peace and happiness. Tears fell down my face and I cried into his shoulder.

"Come on, Frisk. Don't 'cha trust me?"

I nodded with a sniffle. I trusted him more than anything, but right now I was just overwhelmed.

"Alright then." He lifted my chin and gave me a gentle smile. "Now, we gotta work tomorrow, so we gotta get some sleep."

"W-We?" I asked softly, looking into his eyes. We were face to face, inches apart, and I was hardly aware of it.

"Yeah. I work the bone tomorrow." He winked softly. "Gotta earn something to pay off my tabs."

I giggled shakily and leaned my head on his shoulder, still looking at him. "I'd like to hear that. I bet you're pretty good for Grillby to hire you."

He blushed slightly and ruffled my hair. "Yeah well, I'm not the best. I'm sure you'd one-up me in the bar."

His modesty was almost too much to handle. Each blush of his made me fall harder for him and reminded me of how I had yet to tell him my feelings. My problem was when would be a good time amidst all of this chaos?

"...Sans?" I started, knowing now would possibly be the beat or only time to tell him, but I needed to confirm he was feeling similar toward me. "I heard you and Papyrus talking the other day...there was something he wanted you to tell me..."

I watched as every shade of blue crossed his face. He opened and shut his mouth a few times before he sighed in defeat. It was easy to see it wasn't a comfortable subject, and that I struck a bone.

"W-Well, ah, you see...Paps knows...well Paps...he thinks I should tell you that I like you and stuff, but ya see, that might mess things up between us..."

"Ah..." I thought over each word he had spoken. "Yeah...this changes things for sure."

His body language changed and he started to move. He was going to give me space but I made that impossible. I was leaning on his shoulder and held him from getting off the bed, so he had no choice but to remain there. I wanted to forget all the bad for just a moment and take in this, this moment of reveal. He had reciprocating feelings toward me and I could understand his oddly protective behavior toward Arial and I. I needed to show him how I felt back. It was my turn to be bold. Thus I closed the distance between us and pressed my lips to his teeth.