The baked macaroni-and-cheese that Papyrus had made was absolutely delicious. It was creamy, with a sharp cheesy flavor. Sans loved cheesy. After all, most of his puns were cheesy as hell.
"Mmm!" exclaimed Frisk, taking a bite of macaroni. "This is so yummy, Pappy!"
"THANK YOU, HUMAN! I AM MOST HUMBLED BY YOUR KIND WORDS!" Papyrus beamed, a big grin on his face. "UNDYNE RECENTLY TAUGHT ME THIS DISH, AND I AM LEARNING LOTS MORE!"
"yeah." Sans snickered a little. "this is pretty... gouda."
"SANS..." Papyrus sighed and stabbed a piece of pasta with his fork.
Frisk smiled at Sans, shaking her head. "You're nothing but trouble, Sans."
Sans blushed a little but kept a level head. "sure, kiddo. trouble's my middle name." Was Frisk looking at him strangely? He couldn't tell.
And so Sans pushed the macaroni around his plate, too nervous to eat anymore. Instead, he drank some milk ("MILK IS THE SECOND MOST IMPORTANT PART OF A SKELETON'S DIET! THE ONLY THING MORE IMPORTANT IS SPAGHETTI!") and listened to Frisk and Papyrus' chatting.
"...AND SO UNDYNE SUPLEXED THE WATERMELON AND THE JUICE SPLATTERED EVERYWHERE! IT WAS LIKE UNDYNE WAS BLEEDING!"
"How in the world can you suplex a watermelon?"
"VERY GOOD QUESTION, HUMAN!"
Sans sneaked another glance at Frisk, who was radiant with happiness. The only times she looked like this was when she was at the skelebros' house or with Toriel and Asgore. While she was with Mettaton and her other friends, she wore the same gentle smile that she usually wore when she was feeling fine. Fine, but not wildly happy.
Did that mean that he and Papyrus held a special place in her heart? Sans wasn't quite sure. She and Sans had always been close friends, but she and Papyrus had a sort of easy camaraderie that Sans never had. Did she like Papyrus? Did she like Sans? Did she even like anyone at all?
"SANS! ARE YOU LISTENING?"
Sans looked up, startled by his brother's exclamation. "yeah, bro?"
"I WAS JUST ASKING YOU IF YOU WOULD LIKE MORE PASTA!"
Sans smiled at his innocent little brother. He wished he could have some of Papyrus' zeal and brightness. Unfortunately, he was all sorts of messed-up inside, and Frisk would never have the sweet, caring boyfriend that she deserved if she chose him…
"uh, i'm fine, paps. how 'bout you, frisky? need anything?" Sans replied hastily.
Frisk drained her glass of milk and shook her head, patting her stomach. "Ah! I'm stuffed, Pappy, so nah, no thanks. How about some Nice Cream, Sans? The Nice Cream Guy's come back to Snowdin for a visit!"
Sans brightened up. He would rather die than say it, but he was a sucker for Nice Creams and their cute little compliments. He couldn't understand why he loved the darn things, but he wasn't one to turn down a chance to hang out with Frisk.
"see ya, paps. want a nice cream?" Sans asked, getting up from his chair.
Papyrus was gathering up bowls and plates busily, but paused to grin at Frisk and Sans. "HOW THOUGHTFUL OF YOU! YES, I WOULD VERY MUCH APPRECIATE SOME NICE CREAM, BUT I AM OCCUPIED WITH CLEANING THE CHEESE OFF THESE PLATES. PERHAPS YOU CAN GIVE ME MY NICE CREAM WHEN YOU RETURN, BROTHER!"
Sans waved at his brother and looked to Frisk, who was smiling patiently at the brothers. Sans fought his blush and gestured to the girl. "ladies first." Frisk giggled and ducked her head as she opened the door and stepped out.
The cold Snowdin air blew merrily, quickly erasing any traces of warmth from the skelebros' snug little home. Frisk almost immediately began shivering despite the purple coat and scarf she wore, and Sans was quick to notice.
"here, frisk," Sans muttered, flushing slightly. "this old sack of bones doesn't need a jacket." He draped his heavy blue coat around Frisk's trembling shoulders, mumbling about how skeletons were winter-proof.
Frisk smiled through her chattering teeth and accepted the fluffy jacket. "Thank you, S-S-Sans," she murmured gratefully.
Sans shoved his hands behind his back and shrugged. "all in a day's work," he replied, his cheekbones turning a little blue. He could feel the awkwardness hanging between them like a curtain, waiting to be lifted, but Sans didn't know how to clear it.
Fortunately, Frisk spoke up. "So... have you gotten any new jobs lately?"
Phew. Something easy to talk about…
"yeah, i picked up a job as a night guard at grillbz. monsters can get a little out of line when they're... intibiated." Sans wisecracked.
Frisk snorted and wrapped her arms around herself. "Good one, Sans. But Mom appreciates puns more than I do, so you don't kneed to try so hard."
"yeah, well. i get free drinks and food, and that's better than any kind of pay."
That left the two of them snickering until they arrived at the Nice Cream stand, where the Nice Cream Man seemed more than happy to see them.
"Oh, BOY! My patrons are back for more yummy treats! So happy to see you two!" cried the Nice Cream Man, ecstatic. "Here, for you guys, a Nice Cream on the house."
Frisk smiled widely, accepting a Nice Cream and passing me another one. "Here, Sans."
Sans eagerly took one and gave it a big lick, savoring the sweet chocolate flavor and the chilliness on his magic, glowing blue tongue-like appendage.
"mmm. what does your nice cream say, frisky?"
"Apparently, I'm super spiffy!" smiled Frisk as she looked at the little message on the bright-colored wrapper. Sans marveled at how such a little thing could make her so pleased, but Sans wasn't at liberty to judge. After all, he thought the best part of Nice Creams were their sweet little compliments.
Looking at his own, Sans read the small phrase on the shiny foil.
Love yourself! I love you!
Sans shook his head at the crinkly paper. If only I could love myself as much as this piece of crap does, he thought unhappily.
Frisk tugged on his elbow impatiently, snapping him back into the world. "Sans?" Frisk said, a little confused.
"oh. sorry, kid." Sans answered sheepishly, scratching the back of his bony neck. "hey, frisk, check out my nice cream."
"Oh? What's it say?"
Frisk craned her neck eagerly, but Sans turned to face her at the wrong moment.
Major oops.
Frisk's soft lips collided with his bony mouth, teeth clacking against each other painfully as skeleton smacked into human.
The feelings that surged through Sans at that moment were so mixed up that Sans could hardly muster the strength to just pull away from Frisk. He felt shock, fear, elation, desire, worry... but most of all... he felt a strange sort of happiness. The thing he'd never even dared dream about had finally happened. He also wondered if Frisk was feeling the same way.
They stood like that for a few seconds until he felt Frisk shift against him and back away slightly.
"f-frisk?" asked Sans worriedly. "i... uh... i mean... that... it... was... i didn't mean..."
Frisk plastered a smile back onto her face and took Sans' hand reassuringly. "No, no... it's... it was just a bit sudden, that's all."
Sans shuffled his feet and stared at the ground so hard, he was surprised cracks didn't start appearing.
"I... uh..." Frisk blushed and looked at his Nice Cream wrapper shyly.
"what a coincidence. look at the message." Sans said, his grin sliding back onto his face automatically.
Frisk examined it and giggled, embarrassed. "Sans... I..."
The skeleton's body immediately tensed.
Frisk smiled again, this time, a true and natural smile. "I think that was the worst kiss I ever had in my life!"
Sans barked a laugh and tilted his head, intrigued. "was that even a kiss to start with?"
Frisk reddened. "Then what would you call it, Sans?"
Now it was Sans' turn to flush. "a friendly bump of the teeth?"
The two laughed nervously, but Frisk was the first to address the elephant in the room.
"Um... so... was that… are we… uh... still platonic?" Frisk stammered, blushing heavily.
Sans shrugged his shoulders. "only if you want to be." He smiled wider than ever to hide the roiling emotions in his stomach... or at least, his figurative stomach.
Frisk bit her lip and wrung her scarf between her hands. "That's just it, though," she blurted. "I don't know. I'll admit, I kind of wanted... more... but I don't know the feelings behind it."
"well..." Sans exhaled deeply, trying to conceal the disappointment in his tone. "do you need some time?"
Frisk smiled kindly, a smile radiating warmth and patience. "No, I know that I definitely have something deeper than friendly feelings toward you. It's just moving so quickly."
Sans turned his hands palm-up. "well, i won't deny that i like you lots, frisky."
The two stood awkwardly, shooting each other glances when the other was looking away.
Eventually, Frisk took a nervous step toward Sans, who turned to her, searching her face for signs of regret or pity. He found none.
She looked at him, really looked at him, taking in every inch of his face, every bit of his bones.
Sans cocked his head to one side, watching her intently. She was so close now…
Frisk bit her lip and looked up at him underneath her long lashes.
"D-do you think we could try that kiss again, S-Sans?"
Sans' face turned a bright shade of blue, but held himself together as best as he could.
"if you want to," he choked out, shoving his hands into his pockets to hide the trembling that was rattling his bones noisily.
Frisk took another step. The space between them was nearly reduced to none.
He stared at her bright eyes, which seemed even brighter by what was to come.
"welp." murmured Sans huskily. Frisk nodded and looked up at him.
Sans leaned in and ever so gently, gave her the faintest whisper of a kiss.
He knew that Frisk deserved the gentle, softer touch of a human's lips, but Sans was just a skeleton. Gosh, he couldn't give her that. So he tried to be as delicate as possible, holding her close with one hand and the other in her short brown hair. Frisk didn't seem to mind at all. She seemed to press her lips harder against his, as if she were asking for more.
Sans chuckled, a low rumble rising deep in his throat. "needy, aren't we?"
Frisk merely wrapped an arm around him, pulling him tighter against her and giving a small sigh.
Sans moved to her jaw, tracing small kisses along her jawline and cheek. Frisk gasped a little and whispered his name.
"Sans."
"what is it, babes?"
"Can we... go somewhere more private?"
Sans drew back and smiled at her like she was the only thing that mattered in the world.
"you got it, princess."
A/N: Yay! Final chapter to the three-shot is finally done. I got lazy and didn't finish it for ages, and just chipped away it. Stubborn bugger. -_- Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed it. This is my first real fanfiction on here, but I have some others I have yet to post. Once again, I'm not gonna be writing anything exclusively for FFN until I can get all these stories posted. Thanks for all the reviews/follows/faves! It means so much to me that you all seem to like this little fanfiction. I'm just a small fish in a big sea and already people seem to enjoy this! I'm going to reply to the reviews I've been getting and… yeah. Okay…
Rosie Vulpes: I know, it was a little mistake I made! Sorry... :P I TOTALLY DID NOT SEE THAT YOU COULD CHOOSE PROTAGONIST AS A CHARACTER! Ugh. I'm so sorry, but thanks for the reminder!
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Akinator (Guest): Thank you for the kind words! :D Unfortunately, this marks the end of this three-shot, but I'll be posting tons more Undertale fanfiction. Stay tuned!
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