Author's Note: Thanks for all the support guys! I promised a chapter tonight and I'm glad I could deliver!

Chapter 5: Overfed

The next few weeks went on without any hitches. Frisk continued to sleep downstairs on the couch and Sans promised to stay out of Frisk's dreams. Their relationship at first felt a little disjointed after that night Frisk ran outside in the snow, fearful of what she saw of Sans. He couldn't blame her though, but he knew the best remedy for any tense situation was laughter. He would take any opportunity he could to see the girl laugh, each time she did he'd feel his soul glow bright again.

Though Sans "worked" various jobs throughout the Underground and spent a good chunk of time spying on Frisk from afar, watching as she'd encounter new monsters everyday and always managed to dodge their attacks and help them in a way only Frisk seemed to know how, Sans always would teleport back to the house when Frisk was done for the day.

Sans would teleport and eagerly wait either in the kitchen or living room. As soon as the door knob begin to click open, he'd pretend he was engrossed in something such as a book or what he was eating. This time he decided to watch television. Frisk would come inside, usually a little banged up and bruised, but from the corner of his eye he'd see her begin to smile when she noticed him.

"I'm home." Frisk announced before collapsing on the couch. She dug into her knapsack and pulled out a Nicecream. As she'd eat, she seemed to perk up a bit.

"Sans?"

"hm?" Sans decided to remain uninterested in the girl for another moment.

"Do you want to know what I did today?" Frisk crisscrossed her legs and sat in his direction, trying to get his attention.

Sans smiled to himself, he already knew what Frisk did today. But he wanted to entertain her question so he lowered the television's volume before turning to her and saying: "lay it on me kid."

There it was, a huge grin stretched across Frisk's face. Every time, Sans felt his soul flutter. Sans never felt this before, the only thing he could relate the feeling with is whenever he would make a joke that would get the whole room to roar with laughter. Was it pride? Was he proud of Frisk like he would be proud of himself? Yeah, must just be pride.

Frisk went on and on about the different obstacles she tackled in the waterfall area. She described each encounter with such detail Sans began to wonder if he had watched the same fight. More likely his focus was so much on Frisk he didn't care to look over the monsters that closely.

"…and then MK and I walked around in the rain, he'd want to run ahead of me it was hard to keep the umbrella over both of us." Frisk giggled at the memory.

"MK?" Sans didn't remember seeing her out in the rain. Must have been when he was actually working.

"Monster Kid! I met him briefly the other day and we ran into each other again today." Frisk beamed, happy to make a new friend. Sans took mental note of this 'monster kid' however, believing it couldn't be coincidence this kid would bump into Frisk twice.

The two continued to discuss the day and what plans Frisk had for tomorrow. Sans would lay bad puns that would make Frisk either giggle or swat her hand at him with a smile. Before long, the streetlamps flickered on and there were less and less passerbys outside.

"Where's Papyrus?" Frisk asked, standing up to walk towards the kitchen.

Sans used Frisk's absence from the couch to stretch his legs across where she was sitting. "he's at undyne's for the night. they haven't had a sleepover in a while so i guess it's time."

"So…" Frisk purse her lips, trying to hide a sly smile.

Sans raised an eyebrow. "mm yes?"

Frisk shifted her weight back and fourth from her toes to her heels, obviously scheming up something in her head. "Does that mean, if you want, we could cook dinner tonight?"

"sure kiddo, but pap has been gone in the evening before, what makes tonight different?" Sans crossed his ankles and reached his hands behind his head.

Frisk walked over to her bag and began digging. "Well… I found this today and wanted to try it out." She pulled out a blush pink apron decorated with pinprick sized red dots.

Sans smiled. "you don't need an apron to cook ya know that right?"

Frisk huffed and placed her hands on her hips. "And what do you know about cooking?"

At this point Sans chuckled as he began to stand up. "more than you probably know."

And with that Sans ruffled Frisk's moptop before striding into the kitchen.

"Is this a bet then?" Frisk asked as she followed the skeleton.

Sans eyed the girl as she began tying the apron on herself, however struggling with the back knot.

"sure, why not." Sans smirked and motioned for Frisk to turn around so he could help. "what's the bet?"

As he tied the apron behind her lower back, Frisk pondered. "How about, if I win I get to ask you to do something."

This peaked Sans' interest. What could she possibly want him to do? Sans leaned down to Frisk's ear and asked: "and if i win?"

Sans' felt Frisk shiver briefly below him. "I guess… I guess you could do the same."

Frisk turned around to meet the skeleton's face. Sans' grinned. "it's a deal." He outstretched his hand and when Frisk met it, a slow wheeze was released between their two palms.

Sans stepped back, showing off the whoopy cushion before laughing at Frisk for falling for his prank.

Frisk couldn't help but laugh too, meeting her palm to her forehead.

"All right, all right. I guess we'll both just make the best dinner we can and see who wins." Frisk already began digging through the 'food museum' and pantry, reaching past all the boxes of pasta and jars of sauce. She felt relieved when she finally found food that wasn't pasta to cook.

The two set out on measuring and prepping various ingredients. Frisk kept eying Sans' food, but Sans only stole glances to see how determined Frisk looked in her pink apron.

After about an hour both chefs were ready to serve dinner to the other. Sans could not only see that Frisk was pretty confident in her abilities but also very excited to present her meal to a taste test. Sans kept smiling too though, he felt a little excited himself to see how this would match up.

The two sat at the kitchen table, finally getting a chance to see the other's food fully prepared. The smell of meat and spices wafted into their noses.

"You made… tacos?" Frisk picked up the soft flour tortilla, bringing it to her nose.

"no, close though. actually they are called gyros." Sans watched as Frisk took a careful bite out of the dough, meat, and veggies. Her eyes widened as she quickly took another bite, devouring it within seconds. Lucky for her he made more.

"omigosh –ans" Frisk spoke with her mouth full of gyros.

"what? did you think i could only cook pasta too or something?" Sans grinned.

Sans looked down at his plate. It looked like a creamy orange soup with chunky pieces of meat. "is this made from ketchup?"

Frisk laughed. "No, it's called tikka masala. C'mon try it."

Sans hesitated a little before digging his fork into one of the chunks of meat. When the taste hit his tongue, he was surprised by how spicy it was, not like that was an issue though.

"hey kid, i have to admit this is pretty good." Sans watched as the girl beamed in front of him.

The two continued to eat and moan with delectable delight. Once they finished their meals and cleaned up the dishes, they sat back down on the couch.

"So… Who wins?" Frisk asked as she began placing some pillows down and grabbed a blanket.

Sans smiled. "I think you deserve it kiddo, i mean tikka look at how stuffed i am."

Frisk gently swatted her hand at his arm and rolled her eyes. "I've never had anything taste that amazing before though, I think you won."

"how about it's a tie then?" Sans was the one to crisscross his legs this time.

"Ok then… You go first then." Frisk pulled the blankets up to her shoulders, making into a blanket gyro herself.

Sans paused to think. He could ask Frisk to anything he wanted, he guessed the bet was just the question itself, she could refuse to answer after all.

"all right then buddy. can i join you in your adventures tomorrow?" Frisk seemed a little surprised by this.

"Well, yes of course. You always can if you really want, won't you have work?"

Sans shrugged. "i have a lot of vacation time saved up you could say. ok, your turn, ask away."

Frisk became visibly uncomfortable. She tucked her chin into the blanket and shifted her gaze. "Would… Could you go into my dream tonight?"

Sans' eyes widened. "frisk…"

She met his eyes. "Sans, there's something I need your help with. I'm not sure what it is completely, but when I'm in my dream, well, maybe it's because it's my dream but something is really off. I feel like I'm doing everything automatically in dreams, like I don't have any control. But you… You probably have more awareness. There's something going on in my dreams that I can't explain. I feel fine during my dreams, but when I wake up, I can't shake off this weird feeling. It's… it's been scaring me."

Sans closed his eyes and sighed. "if you absolutely feel comfortable with me in your head, being able to see anything that you could dream about, the good, the bad… then yes kiddo, i'll do it for you."

Frisk looked so relieved when Sans' said yes. "Thank you so much Sans."

With that, Frisk quickly gathered herself into the couch, and Sans allowed her to stretch her feet over his lap.

"can you really fall asleep this fast?"

Frisk winked, "Just watch me try." Determination burning in her eyes.

Thirty minutes went by, Sans himself struggled to stay awake. He looked over at the girl whose eyes were scrunched tight. He poked her on the forehead with two of his fingers. She immediately opened her eyes.

"I can't sleep." Frisk frowned. She sat up slightly and rubbed her eyes. "C-can I lay the other way?"

"what other-?" Sans questioned, but before he knew it, Frisk placed a pillow onto his lap and leaned her head onto it.

"That's better…" Frisk murmured as she laid on her side.

Sans blushed as he looked down at her. She always seemed so small when she was this close to him. He rested his hand on her shoulder, slowly rubbing circles with his thumb. 'this kid, i swear she'll be the death of me.'

Before long, Sans gathered his magic into his finger tips and placed them on to her temple, in a matter of seconds everything with dark.

Author's Note: Next chapter should be coming tomorrow night! I bet you guys could tell I was hungry writing this chapter haha. Please leave feedback!