"Awwww, Moooooooooom! Do you really have to go?"

Frisk groaned. Of all the days of the week in August, Toriel had to go to a wedding on THIS particular day? Really? She buried her face within her hands, groaning loudly.

Torie frowned. "Now, Frisk. Don't give me that attitude, young lady. I can always go to the park with you on another day." Saturdays are reserved for Frisk and Toriel. They usually went for a nice stroll in the park, with some ice cream with them.

"Do you have to go to this wedding?" Frisk asked. "Can't you lie and say that you're sick, or that you're busy or something?"

"Frisk! I didn't teach you to lie, did I? This is my best friend's wedding, and I'm not missing it! I'm going to be there to support her." Toriel gave Frisk a hard stare and she shrunk back in her seat. Frisk muttered to herself.

"What will I even do today while you're out? It's boring when we don't go to the park."

"Well, maybe Sans and Papyrus can bring you instead," Toriel told her. "Besides, they are the ones who will be looking after you while I'm gone. Go spend time with them."

Frisk scoffed. "Mom, they LIVE here. We spend time together everyday."

"Well, now is the time to get even closer with them. Spend some quality time and bond while I'm away," she said with a smile. Frisk shrugged indifferently.

"I guess I can do that..."

"Excellent!"

After breakfast, Frisk watched from the couch as Toriel went on to explain to the brothers on what to do while she was away. Don't forget to eat and drink regularly, look after Frisk, and stay safe. The brothers nodded their heads, one enthusiastically and the other lazily, and bid Toriel a good day. They joined Frisk on the couch, who was watching some tv.

"Ooh, goodie!" Papyrus exclaimed in excitement. He rubbed his hands in anticipation. "What shall we do today?" He addressed Frisk and Sans.

Frisk shrugged. It didn't really matter to her what they did. Her mood remained soured.

"What's with that look, Frisk?" Sans asked her, blinking inquisitively. He tilted his skull, his pupils lighting up sympathetically. "Not happy that we're here?"

"What? Utter nonsense you speak, Sans! Of course Frisk is happy that we're looking after her! After all, we are really good."

Frisk found herself crossing her arms, mild anger bubbling inside her. "Mom and I were supposed to go to the park today. She didn't tell me that she had to go to a wedding!"

"Oh..." Papyrus looked much more sympathetic. He blinked at her in pity. "I'm sorry to hear that, Human." Frisk shrugged.

Sans's eyes lit up. "We could always take you there ourselves, kid! Howzabout it?"

"It's not the same," Frisk said while pouting. "That's reserved for Mom and I only. If others do it, then it's not special anymore."

The brothers looked at each other knowingly, understanding what Frisk meant. With her, she had a sort of activity with each family member as bonding time: walks to the park with Toriel, gardening and tea time with Asgore, and anime with Undyne and Alphys. Sans and Papyrus realized that they never really had that sort of thing with Frisk, for some odd reason.

Probably because she was always spending her days outside with friends. Frisk was an adventurer, and enjoyed the outdoors.

"We'll just have to come up with wonderful activities for today, then!" Papyrus declared as he leapt from the couch, snatching both Frisk and Sans off the couch. Sans was highly unresponsive and indifferent while Frisk yelped in surprise.

"Pap, what are you doing?"

Papyrus let out a cackle. "You'll see!"

He brought them both to his room and eagerly set them down on the soft carpet floor. They stared at him curiously as he took out a box from his shelf.

Frisk blinked, pointing at the flat box "What's that?" Papyrus chuckled and opened it, revealing many upon many of puzzle pieces.

"We're going to solve a puzzle of 1,000 pieces!" He announced.

"One thousand pieces?!"

"Nyeh heh heh! That's right, Frisk! Come now, let us solve this puzzle!"

They actually made solid progress and managed to complete about 300 pieces. By then, it was around lunchtime. Frisk's stomach grumbled, and the brothers chuckled as Frisk turned her head away in embarrassment.

"Whoops. Sounds like someone is hungry," Sans observed.

"A little," Frisk admitted.

They left Papyrus's room and went down to the kitchen. Frisk opened the fridge and realized that Toriel didn't even leave her any food.

"What?! There's no food? Come on, Mom! Are you kidding me?"

Sans peered inside the fridge. "No food, huh?" He rummaged through the fridge and found a bag of hotdog buns, a few sausages, and condiments. Sans's grin widened. "Don't worry, I can make you lunch."

"Ooooh, hotdogs."

"And hotcats too, if ya want."

Frisk nodded her head. "Yes, please."

Papyrus was fuming, though. "Sans, don't feed Frisk junk food! Toriel will be upset that you did."

"Well... Does she really need to know?" Sans asked mysteriously, winking at him.

"SANS!"

"Just for today, Paps. There's literally no food here."

"Ugh, fine!" Papyrus also searches the fridge and found some spaghetti noodles, tomato sauce and veggies. "Then I'll cook you some lunch, too!"

"Sure." Frisk smiled at them.

Frisk watched in amusement as the brothers argued and cooked lunch at the same time. She patiently waited for food and sat at the table, listening to some music. The kitchen smelt very good. Hotdogs and hotcats were the first to be served since they didn't take much time to be prepared, unlike spaghetti. Sans was humming as he brought the food over. He gave Frisk two pieces, one 'dog and 'cat. He put ketchup, a little mustard, and relish before handing it to Frisk.

He winked. "Bone appétit, buddy."

Papyrus exploded with rage behind them and Frisk and Sans shared a laugh before he also sat down and joined Frisk. He prepared himself the same meal, but his drink was also a bottle of ketchup.

"Isn't that too much ketchup, Sans?" Frisk pointed out. Sans looked shocked as he feigned being offended.

"There's never such thing as too much ketchup, Frisk. Remember that."

"Yes, there is!" Papyrus shouted over his shoulder. Frisk and Sans laughed again. Frisk bit into her food. Sans made the best 'dogs and 'cats! Papyrus soon came with a small bowl of spaghetti for her. "Here you are, Frisk! One bowl of spaghetti for my dear friend."

"Thanks," she mumbled with plenty of food in her mouth.

The trio sat at the table together and talked as they had lunch. After they finished eating, they went back to Papyrus's room to finish the puzzle. They made it up to 650 pieces completed before Frisk declared that she was done for the day. They left the puzzle open on the floor for another day and Frisk made her way downstairs to the living room to watch tv.

At some point, Sans also joined Frisk and sat beside her on the couch before feeling sleepy, and told her he was going to have a small nap. Frisk also found herself feeling sleepy; a good and heavy meal often made her like that. She glanced over at Sans, his chest slowly rising and falling, his hands shoved into the pockets of his blue jacket and his sockets closed shut. Frisk bit her lip and debated to herself whether her next idea was a good one.

Finally relenting, Frisk went over to Sans and gently sat down on his lap, her body facing him. She slowly and very carefully wrapped her legs and secured them around his waist. She leaned forward, wrapping her small arms around his back and putting her head on his chest.

Papyrus was right. Somehow, skeletons were very squishy and cuddly. Frisk sighed, letting her eyes close. Within minutes, she was fast asleep, her own chest slowly rising and falling. She snuggled deeper into Sans's jacket. He was like a plushy.

Sans cracked open his right socket and saw Frisk snuggled into his jacket, her arms wrapped around him, as well as her legs. He let out a small chuckle, and returned her hug, letting his arms drape lazily on her back before closing his eyes again. They both snored softly. At some point, Papyrus caught the two. He took a small blanket from his room, and covered the lazy duo. He took out his phone and snapped a picture of them, sending it to Undyne, Alphys, and Toriel. He eventually joined them in their nap, his long legs draping over Sans's shoulders.

They slept soundly for hours.

They woke up just in time for dinner. Frisk protested as she saw the picture that Papyrus had taken of her and Sans cuddling and sleeping together, her cheeks glowing a fiery red. They brothers constantly teased her for that. She threw pillows at them and they all engaged in a pillow fight.

For dinner, Papyrus cooked lasagna. For dessert, Frisk was thankful that Sans knew how to bake Toriel's butterscotch-cinnamon pie. They went to the living room after their meals.

"Ooh, let's make a pillow fort!" Frisk suggested. Papyrus beamed at her.

"What a great idea, Frisk."

They quickly constructed the fort using all the pillows that were available on the couches. They all crawled inside and Frisk brought her Switch and her laptop. The brothers watched as Frisk played some video games, and showed off her skills to them. They watched on in fascination. After that, she turned on her laptop and they went on a movie marathon till it was very late at night. Papyrus went to fetch a blanket for the three of them and they continued to watch.

Toriel came back late at night to find Frisk lying on top of Sans's stomach while he was lying on Papyrus's back, the blanket draped over their bodies. She giggled softly at the endearing sight. She turned off Frisk's laptop and took that and the Switch away and returned those to their proper places.

Just for tonight, she would allow for them to sleep there. They looked very peaceful, and she didn't want to disturb them.

Toriel concluded that their bonding session was a huge success today while she was gone, and she was glad that it turned out that way.