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Iterations
Breather
Shooka-shooka.
Sans groaned and turned over in his sleep.
Shooka-shooka.
He huffed and turned onto his other side.
Shooka-shooka.
He jolted up as something hard and tiny fell into his eye-socket. Fishing it out with a finger, he found it was a bright pink sprinkle. Looking up, he saw his brother standing over him with a canister of the little candy pellets. He rolled his neck, feeling it pop.
"whatcha doing, pap?"
"GOOD MORNING BROTHER! I AM FEEDING OUR DEAR FRIEND FRISK. BREAKFAST IS THE MOST IMPORTANT MEAL OF THE DAY AFTER ALL!"
He glanced down at the hoodie nest he had made the night before. From the steady glowing and fading he could tell that she was still sleeping. Sure enough, her form was covered in sprinkles. In the next moment, Papyrus shook the canister so vigorously that the top popped off, landing on the slumbering soul and quickly followed by the remaining sugar crystals it had held. She immediately was aglow and Sans could feel her confusion roll over him in waves.
"NYEH HEH HEH! SUCH A GENEROUS HELPING OF FOOD FROM THE GRACIOUS PAPYRUS!" He tossed the empty container into their trash bin in the corner. "I AM OFF TO AID OTHERS IN BUILDING HOMES! GOODBYE BROTHER AND SMALL FRIEND!"
He rolled out of their home, laughter fading.
Frisk floated up slowly and yawned. There were still sprinkles all over the top of her. Sans picked a blue one off and stuck it into his mouth.
"well, aren't you sweet this morning."
She shivered and a feeling that vaguely felt like a giggle flew through him.
He grinned. "can you even eat like that, kid?"
Curiosity. Then a soft pulse of determination and concentration. A small amount of sprinkles were absorbed into her soul. She felt about as surprised as he was.
"guess that answers that." He paused, considering. "can you regain hp with that? that would be useful to know if, well, we run into any problems."
She did not move, seeming to think. Then she floated over to the box full of Papyrus' bone attacks. Hesitating for just a moment, she allowed herself to drop onto the tip of one of the sharper ones. She immediately recoiled and a window popped up.
Frisk
LV 1
HP 17/20
Sans hopped up from the blankets, moving towards her in concern. He held out a palm which she settled down on gratefully. Warmth spread through his hand as she focused on absorbing another sprinkle that was still stuck to her. The window updated.
Frisk
LV 1
HP 20/20
"give a skeleton a bit of warning next time," he scolded her exasperatedly. He continued. "that's a lot of hp recovered from a single sprinkle. i wonder if it's because you absorbed it straight into your soul."
She shrugged, an extremely subtle movement to see on such a small soul.
"eh, it's not the big issue here anyway. we'll worry about it later."
By mid-afternoon, it was shaping up to be a relaxing day. Sans spent it alternately napping and watching Frisk occupy herself in their tiny home. She cleaned (again), reorganized everything (again), and, to his amusement, seemed to deliberately ignore the clothes pile in the corner. At the moment, she was attempting to solve a jigsaw puzzle Papyrus had made for her before he left. It was a badly-drawn picture of the three of them that had been cut up into a few dozen pieces. With the puzzles pieces positions altered only by her dragging or pushing them with her entire soul, it was incredibly slow progress. Still, the girl was determined.
Sans was woken up again by a light weight moving across his chest. Shifting an arm behind his head to allow him to look down, he grinned. Frisk seemed to be having a blast rolling back and forth across his chest. The uneven surface of her heart-shaped soul made for an interesting sight. She would roll onto her side, teeter a bit before doing the soul equivalent of face-planting. She would keep rolling, do the teeter-like thing upon her other side, before falling flat onto the back of her soul. He watched as she rolled from one side of his chest to the other and back, letting her have her fun. Then, she slipped just slightly, landing in the dip between two of his ribs. He could not help the laughter that bubbled out of him as she fell onto the ticklish spot. She immediately flew off of him, floating lowly in a way that broadcast her embarrassment. She was obviously waiting to be scolded.
"been at that for a while, kid?"
A flail (a flustered 'no') before she drooped (a hesitant confession of 'yes').
He laughed before pushing himself upright with one hand, plucking Frisk out of the air with the other.
"guess i better get my lazybones up then? you seem bored."
He stood and promptly shoved her into his pocket. Immediately, he found himself buffeted with annoyance and disgust as she practically tore through his pocket on her way out. She flailed right in front of his face angrily. It was easy to see why. The poor soul was covered in ketchup, a packet plastered to her side with the red condiment.
He met her furious pulsating soul with an easy grin. "whoops."
His only warning was a brief flicker of what felt like a devious grin before she was nuzzling his whole skull with her soul. He teleported to the other side of the room, snatching up a mustard bottle. He aimed it at her menacingly. The room throbbed with determination.
"WHAT HAPPENED IN HERE?" Papyrus exclaimed as he looked at the wreckage that was the inside of their home.
Ketchup, mustard, mayonnaise, and relish was streaked and dotted across the plastic-cardboard walls like paint. Sans' clothes were also seen to be splattered with edible goop, as he stood armed with a jar of pickles. Frisk was taking cover from the shorter skeleton behind a mug that had "#1 Brother" written on it.
Sans looked towards him, arm with the pickle jar falling slightly from its upraised position. "oh, sup br–"
He was cut off mid-greeting as Frisk darted out from her hiding place, a jar of sequins and googly eyes balanced on top of her head. She flew just above him, loop-de-looping to drop the craft embellishments upon him in a shower of glitter. Sans dropped the jar of pickles in surprise. The glass shattered, pickles flying every which way. Somehow, a pickle lodged itself between the bones of Papyrus' left leg.
Papyrus decided to intervene.
Half an hour later, the walls were spotless and the clothes were soaking in a basin of water in the corner of the room. Sans had changed into his less used grey hoodie and a pair of black sweatpants. Frisk's little red soul was cupped in Papyrus' large gloved hand as he wiped the grime from her with a damp handkerchief. Sans eyes were on Frisk as he nodded absently in response to his brother's scolding. He raised the ridge on his skull that acted as an eyebrow, silently asking "same time tomorrow?" The little red soul glowed affirmatively in response.
A/N: Sorry, it's been a while. I'm well aware that this was almost completely fluffy, hence the title of this chapter. We could all use a breather, right? I really needed it. It's actually finals week right now for me. Hope it was worth the wait even if not much happened.
Thanks for reading.
Until next time friendlies,
Dfsemina