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Waking up the next day was, perhaps, one of most unpleasant things the fusion had experienced.
Their throat burned in an indescribably painful way. Even going so far as to say the pain was like that of sandpaper against raw skin would have been an understatement. Not that they would know what sandpaper on skin, what with Sans' lack of skin and Frisk's lack of skin-on-sandpaper contact for obvious reasons.
Their head pounded, filling their skull with a sharp, steady, throbbing pain, while they could barely breathe due to their nose being so clogged. They were cold. Very cold. And what the fusion recognized as their stomach ached in an odd way that was more painful than the hunger pains that Frisk could remember as a child.
In short, they felt like shit.
They could hear the faint sound of clattering pans and a spoon hitting a pot. A burning smell wafted around the house, making their nose seem to burn, a common trend with their current situation. Papyrus, they deduced, was cooking. For some reason, the thought made their stomach twist into more painful knots.
Rolling over onto their side, Saris grabbed the closest phone off the dirty, sock-covered floor, and unlocked it, checking the time.
Six in the morning.
'Way too early,' they thought bitterly. It was rare that they woke up before ten, entirely the fault of Sans and his bad sleep habits, so this was just ridiculous. Every part of their body screamed at them to go back to sleep, but with their immense everything-pain, they felt they wouldn't be getting much sleep.
Heaving themselves up off the mattress, Saris trudged downstairs to where Papyrus was preparing breakfast.
Spaghetti pancakes. To be expected. It was what they had nearly every morning- when they weren't having spaghetti eggs or spaghetti cereal, that was. They wished he would expand his horizons a bit, but at the same time, they loved him so they couldn't imagine him being any different.
"YOU ARE UP EARLY," Papyrus commented rather enthusiastically, earning a sharp wince from Saris. Gods, was he always this loud? Or was their splitting headache making it worse?
"Y-yeah... I just... Don't feel good's all," they murmured weakly, each syllable burning their throat more, causing them to wince. Ordinarily, Sans would cause them to spit out a pun, but this... Was just too terrible.
Faintly, Frisk could remember feeling remotely like this, when they were younger. They had gotten sick after standing out in the cold without a jacket. Their father punished them soon after, mainly because they had thrown up onto his carpet. After said punishing, they spent the next week hand-washing all of the carpets in the house. In the end, their hands were bloody and raw. Saris shuddered at the memory.
"IS THIS AN EXCUSE TO BE LAZY?" Papyrus broke them out of their thoughts, sending them an accusing glare.
"W-what? No... Pap..." they groaned, their already-splitting headache somehow growing worse. They loved Papyrus, the big cinnamon roll, but gods, did he really have to do this now?
"SANS, HONESTLY! IT IS NOT GOOD FOR YOU TO BE THIS LAZY, ESPECIALLY WHEN FUSED WITH THE HUMAN," the younger skeleton began, waggling his finger during the scolding.
"P-pap, couldja lower your voice a bit, I-" Saris had been cut off, the sharp pain in their stomach growing worse as they attempted to fight the uncomfortable rising sensation.
To no avail.
Before they realized what was happening, a dark, murky purple liquid was spewn onto the floor, a revolting taste lingering in their mouth. The pain in their stomach had eased slightly, though.
"OH. MY GOD. I... OH NO...!" Papyrus was in panic-mode, much to the fusion's surprise. They were glad he had finally caught on, as they weren't sure how much more they could have taken, but his loud voice only pushed their headache to the point of nausea.
While Papyrus ran around frantically, the fusion's knees started to feel like jello underneath them, and the room began spinning. They felt hot. So hot. Everything was turning black around the edges...
And they slipped out of consciousness with a panicked Papyrus yelling at them to stay awake.
The warm, fuzzy blackness was much more comfortable than the real world...
They woke up on a bed of golden flowers.
Again, Sans was next to them, but a look of concern graced his features as he stared at them, although it quickly changed to relief when he noticed that they had woken up.
"kid... you're okay...! heh, i-i mean, ya snow, for a minute there i thought you were given me the cold shoulder... but i'm glad you're alright, kiddo," he sighed, an unreadable expression on his face. That was new.
"Of course I'm okay, you bonehead, why wouldn't I be?" Frisk teased lightly, taking in the familiar surroundings. It was the same as the last time they were here... It relieved them to know that at least this place would stay the same through all the craziness.
"dunno. i was just worried about ya, kid. what would i do if something did happen to you? i wouldn't be able to live with myself..." he looked remorseful, his permagrin more strained than usual.
"b-because tori would kill me, that is!" he clarified quickly, a ghost of a blue tint on his cheekbones. Though they could tell he wasn't entirely serious, the last bit filled them with an odd kind of sadness... Heartache... Things they didn't expect to feel over such a minuscule gesture.
"Yeah, sure ya nerd," they teased back, before shivering. They were so cold... It was strange, as the last one they were there, it hadn't been cold, no, it was warm. A small blush sneaked across their face, remembering the last time they wee there...
"cold, huh?" their skeletal friend brought them back to, placing a bony hand onto their arm. The contact was oddly warm considering it was, well bone, and sent goosebumps up their arms.
"Y-yeah... Just a little... But I'll be fi-"
Something warm and soft was placed onto their shoulders, and they felt themselves frozen in place, unsure of how to react. After a moment, though, their curiosity peaked, and they pulled on the edges of whatever had been placed on them.
It was Sans' blue hoodie, they noticed, which instantly caused their face to burn intensely. They snapped their gaze towards their skeletal friend to see his reaction as they toyed with one of the hoodie's strings.
It was odd, seeing him without his jacket, his off-white bones glimmering in the soft moonlight cascading down from the roof of the cavern. For all the time they had known him, he had never taken his jacket off, and yet here they were.
Sans was, however, chuckling slightly at Frisk's reaction... Almost like he had expected it. The blue tint on his face did not go unnoticed by the small human, however.
As they slipped it onto their arms, a yawn escaped their jaws, and they felt their eyelids growing heavy. Sleep's embrace was inevitable, even in this dreamscape.
Without thinking, they laid down, head resting on Sans' femur as they nestled into a comfortable sleeping position. A soft, contented sigh passed through their lips as they laid down, and as they slipped off into darkness, a gentle pressure was pressed into their forehead, sparks seeming to dance around the area.
Sans woke up on a bed of golden flowers.
This was the third time it had happened, although this time was different.
The first two times it happened, it happened after spending a day as Saris, and once the fusion fell asleep, he woke up in the underground cavern on the golden flower bed.
This time, however, he had fallen asleep in the cavern... After Frisk... Who fell asleep when he...
Back onto subject, Sans was utterly perplexed, to be completely honest. The whole fusion thing was new to him, but he was almost certain that his whole situation was new to everyone.
He was hoping that the cavern in the fusion's dreams would be the one consistent thing, but the universe had other plans. Plans to screw him over at every damned turn. There was a reason that giving up was so easy... But he couldn't bring himself to give up now... Not when he was fused with Frisk... He couldn't do that to them.
Speaking of the human, they were laying asleep in the flowers still. They looked adorable... And be- No. No, that train of thought would get him no where.
But... Frisk did look so peaceful, eyes shut, lips parted ever-so-slightly, with a sliver of drool dripping out of their mouth, curled up in a little ball within his jacket-
His jacket?
Right. He had given it to them the prior night when the were cold. Their clothes were thin, and the fact that they were underground, combined with the snow and perpetual night probably didn't help much. They seemed more comfortable... Content...
Sans sighed softly, his grin becoming more sincere as he brushed a lock of brunette hair out of the human's face.
"oh, kid, what am i gonna do with you?" he chuckled quietly, while staring at the human, his blue magic steadily flowing to his face, causing a blue tint to appear.
Snow landed on their face, and they began to shiver. Noticing this, the skeleton used a bony hand to swipe the powder away from their face, his thumb just barely grazing over their lips.
He wondered... If he were to...
No. Bad Sans. Do not continue that thought. They were like a sibling...!
Right?
They didn't seem to mind before...
And... They're asleep. They wouldn't know...
Leaning in, Sans pressed his teeth into the human's forehead, sending sparks of magic out, before quickly pulling away, his face heavily resembling a blueberry.
That... Felt good...
Frisk woke up not too much later, and the two spent the time stargazing, as they pointed out the different constellations that could be seen from the small hole in the roof.
Frisk had extensive knowledge of astronomy, as did Sans, and the pair collectively noticed that the constellations made near to no sense as to where they were.
Ursa Major and Ursa Minor... Cassiopeia... Virgo... And some some stars neither had seen.
Eventually, the human decided that they should create a few constellations to help fill up the stars.
Humerus and Determination were their two favourites.
A skull facing a large heart.
Frisk drifted off to sleep on Sans' shoulder while murmuring more about the skeleton in the sky.
Frisk woke up in a bed of golden flowers.