The blindingly bright sun showed through the window. Sans pulled the blanket up over his face and turned away. When there was more of a shadow than he expected his eyes opened slowly. A bit blurry from sleep he blinked a few times. As his eyes focused he felt his heart and soul stop beating. Laying next to him was Mettaton. Once he registered what the hell was going on he jumped out of bed and found his clothes. He pulled his boxers and jeans on. His head was reeling. A constant barrage of "what the fuck?" entering his mind. How in the fuck did this happen? What the fuck was in that marinara? How much did Mettaton drink?

More and more questions entered his mind and he was just getting even more freaked out. What if Papyrus found out?! Sure he and Mettaton weren't together but Papyrus really liked him. Sans started to feel sick, this was going to crush Papyrus. His actions were going to hurt him. He never wanted to hurt him, only a true monster would do that.

During Sans' inner turmoil Mettaton had started to wake up and he looked around, immediately realizing he wasn't in his own lavish room. He froze when he seen Sans pacing around the room and realized he was lacking all of his clothes. Two things came to mind: the press and Papyrus. What had he done? How in the hell had if happened? Sure he'd drank a little more than he should have when he realized Sans hadn't ordered extra marinara for his food but rather to drink. What if the press found out? Worse what if Papyrus found out? There was no way Sans was going to let him be with him now.

He was spurn from his thoughts when he was suddenly hit with his clothes. Sans had noticed he was awake, "Get dressed and leave before Papyrus realizes you're here. He may be innocent but he's not stupid."

That was a tone that sent shivers down anyone's spine. Mettaton did as he was told without arguing. He got dressed as Sans turned away to give him privacy. Neither of them remembered what had happened and they really didn't want to see anything encase it triggered something. Once Mettaton was dressed, albeit uncomfortable in the messy closed and from the dull pain that ran through his backside. Well he supposed that cleared up who had what role.

As Mettaton reached the door to leave he turned back to Sans, "...Whatever happened wasn't how I planned last night to go… I really wanted to prove to you that I would be good for Papy…" His usual showmanship was gone, he was being serious, speaking straight from his soul, "but I guess this just proves you were right that I shouldn't be with him. I'll stop pursuing him. Thank you for at least giving me a chance to try to show I would be good to him."

Sans glanced at him, "...Let's just not speak of this, alright? As for Pap, I'll think it over. Noone is perfect but right now isn't the best time to be making any decisions like that. Just go before Papyrus knows you're here. It would crush him if he knew what we did."

Mettaton was actually quite shocked by how Sans was handling this. He was expecting more anger than the understanding tone it actually gave him some hope.

He said goodbye and both promised to never speak of what happened the night before.

Once he heard Mettaton leave, his limo had gotten there in record time. He actually decided to wash his sheets, blanket and pillow case from any lingering smell of popstar. To his surprise when he left his room Papyrus still seemed to be asleep despite how early was. Papyrus had always been a morning person.

Everything washed and placed back on his bed Sans looked at his phone to see if he'd gotten messages. He had a few from Undyne and Papyrus wondering where he was and Papyrus had said he was staying with Undyne and Alphys for the night for some early morning training. He would be home around noon to wake Sans up and make him brunch. Seeing how caring his brother was made him hurt in so many ways after what he did.

He laid down and covered himself up before falling asleep.