Sundays were always the same.

You never had anything planned for Sundays.

You tried filling up your day by doing chores around the house. At least you could say that you could finally see your floor again. And you finally had something clean to wear. The only problem you had was that you were able to finish your chores already, and it was only in the early afternoon.

Sundays were a great day for thinking.

But that was the problem.

You didn't want to think.

In fact, you'd rather avoid it like the plague.

Grocery shopping might've been a great idea, but you could hardly find the inspiration to do so.

You had coffee to keep you going anyways. (Isn't that all you need?)

Maybe you should put on a movie... No. Nothing sounded even remotely interesting to you today. Not even reading.

You knew something was wrong, but you could hardly be bothered to look into it.

You just wanted to sleep.

But if you slept you'd waste the entire day and something bad could happen to dad just like-

Take deep breaths, you tried to calm yourself, You're okay. It's okay. Nothing bad is going to happen.

Dad is fine. I'm fine.

You ran a hand through your hair and took a deep breath. Maybe you could just call Undyne, or maybe even Sans, you-

You just couldn't muster up the courage.

Undyne was probably tired of you, considering that she saw you almost everyday. And Sans, well... You'd probably caused him enough trouble in the past week.

Had it only been a week or so since you'd met him? It felt like longer. You had only hired Undyne a little less than two months ago too. Time felt like it passed so much faster than it had for years.

You felt comfortable enough to call both of them friends. (You felt a little silly thinking that; who needed to reassure themselves that someone was their friend?) Even though it had only been that short of a time, you felt like Undyne was one of the closest friends you had. However, you couldn't help but worry that you were pushing your luck sometimes.

Especially since they had all helped you clean up your books yesterday.

After the group of obnoxious teenagers left, Undyne helped you put the bookshelf back in place and all three of you worked on putting the books back in their places. A few got a bit bent in places, but no major damage happened to any of them (Much to your extreme relief). You found out it was a lot easier putting away the books with other people rather than yourself.

A job that originally took hours only took less than thirty minutes with two extra people.

You had thanked them to the point where you were sure you sounded like a broken record. Undyne got a little angry with you too, exclaiming that you didn't need to apologize because this was exactly what you paid her for. Sans just smiled at you brightly and made silly puns as you put away books.

Afterwards, Sans had to go back home to Papyrus. Undyne and you talked and ate lunch with Alphys later on.

That had been Friday.

You tried to not think about what had happened since then. But now, you were alone and left to all of your thoughts. Your terrible, awful thoughts.

Had you been a professional and capable adult, those kids wouldn't have acted like they did. You were an owner of a goddamn bookstore, you needed to stick up for yourself.

You needed to be better, to be stronger, to be okay.

You knew you weren't okay.

You knew that you might never be okay.

I need to get out of this god forsaken house, you thought as you got up off of your bed, This isn't doing anything good for me.

Unsure of what to do, you didn't bother changing out of your dirty t-shirt and instead just threw on a jacket and a pair of jeans. And, like always, you threw your hair up into a ponytail. You could figure out where you were going to later – outside of this damned apartment.

"Hey, _," a neighbor, Will, said to you as you walked out of your room, "Where you heading to?"

You smiled nervously, "Hey, Will. I-I'm just trying to get out of the house."

He laughed at you softly, seemingly happy with your answer, "Good choice, miss. I'd do the same but Emily wants me to stay inside with her today."

Emily was his fiance. Although you typically tried to avoid your neighbors (and they avoided you back), Will and Emily had always been there to ask how you were doing or if you wanted a slice of leftover cake.

As much as you hated being social, you found yourself not minding their company so much. Even if it did, like everything else, make you nervous.

"Tell her I said hi," you said softly, "It's good to see you today. I've got to get going, but have a nice day."

Will waved to you as you walked away, "Nice to see you too, _! See you later!"

You thought about heading to a restaurant, or even some fast-food chain, but you weren't even hungry. You knew that you hadn't eaten since yesterday, but you just couldn't find yourself to even try to want food.

Coffee, perhaps?

Coffee was always a good idea.

You laughed to yourself quietly. You already had at least a pot already! Coffee addiction just ran in your family. Just ask dad. Mom had loved it at least as much as him,

if not more.

At the very least, you could grab a muffin and snack on that.

A coffee shop was only a block away from your apartment, hallelujah. As much as you loved instant, burnt coffee – there was magic only a cute barista and an expensive coffee machine could do.

You opened up the door to the shop and was welcomed to the smells of coffee (oh damn, if you weren't obsessed...) and pastries. It smelt heavenly. Honestly, you felt like you could've died that moment and you would've been pleased.

It was empty except for a few other people. Just like you wanted it. Sundays, although excessively boring, were really the best days to go to a coffee shop. Or just to get out of the house.

"HUMAN?!" A familiar voice interrupted your thoughts.

You looked towards the counter and tried to hide a wide smile. A tall skeleton stood there in a black apron, holding a muffin in his hand. His eyesockets were wide and he looked at you with surprise.

"Papyrus?" you smiled warmly, walking up to the counter, "Hey, how's it going?"

"OH, HUMAN," Papyrus seemed happy to see you, "IT'S GREAT TO SEE YOU. I WAS WONDERING WHEN WE SHOULD PLAN OUR COOKING LESSON TOGETHER."

"I'm okay with whenever you can," you paused, "I just can't do it on weekdays."

Papyrus frowned, "THE GREAT PAPYRUS WORKS HERE EVERY OTHER DAY, SO I CAN DO THE TEXTING THING AND TELL YOU WHEN I CAN!" His enthusiastic voice booming through the shop.

You laughed softly, "I'm really excited for it, so don't keep me waiting."

What was with you and feeling so comfortable around monsters? You found yourself wondering more often, it felt depressing you felt so much happier around people who weren't even your own species.

"OH, _," Papyrus seemed to focus, putting the muffin down on the counter, "I AM SUPPOSED TO ASK WHAT YOU WOULD LIKE TO ORDER. WHATEVER IT IS, I'M SURE IT WILL BE VERY GREAT. I'LL MAKE IT EXTRA GREAT FOR YOU TODAY TOO, BECAUSE I'D LIKE TO FURTHER OUR FRIENDSHIP."

You felt your cheeks burn, "Th-thanks, Papryus. I'd... I'd like to be better friends too."

"WOWIE!" Papyrus put his hands to his cheeks, "I'M SO TOUCHED TO HEAR YOU SAY THAT."

You smiled, "I'm glad you want to be friends too."

Papyrus asked what you'd like, and you ordered a simple mocha and (to Papyrus's recommendation) a cinnamon-apple muffin.

You sat down at a table in the middle and waited for Papyrus to finish with your coffee. You were both excited, and admittedly scared, to try what Papyrus's coffee tasted like. Undyne had told you the horror stories about when Papyrus first started cooking, so...

"_," Papyrus's voice brought you out of your thoughts once again, "MY BOSS LET ME TAKE A BREAK TO TALK WITH YOU. ALTHOUGH... IF I TAKE A BREAK, I DON'T WANT TO END UP A LAZYBONES LIKE SANS IS. BUT! IF IT IS ONLY FOR A MINUTE TO TALK TO MY WONDERFUL HUMAN, THEN I'M SURE THAT IT'LL BE OKAY!"

You smiled as he put down a mug of coffee and a muffin in front of you, "I'm very lucky to have made such great friends like all of you guys..."

Papyrus smiled brightly as he sat down on the chair across from you, "HUMAN, YOU FLATTER US SO. ALTHOUGH WE HAVEN'T KNOWN EACH OTHER FOR LONG, I AM POSITIVE WE CAN BECOME BESTIES IN NO TIME! FRISK AND CLONE ASGORE ALREADY LIKE YOU SO MUCH TOO!"

You raised an eyebrow, "C-clone Asgore?"

"TORIEL," Papryus answered, "SHE MADE THAT PUMPKIN CASSEROLE YOU MADE. IT WASN'T NEARLY AS GREAT AS MY SPAGHETTI, BUT I BELIEVE BOTH OF YOU HAVE GREAT POTENTIAL!"

You took a sip of your coffee.

"P-Papryus!" you said, "How did you make this? It's really delicious!"

Papyrus beamed, "IT IS? I MEAN, IT IS! YES. I ADDED A BIT OF CARMEL AND BUTTERSCOTCH TO YOUR COFFEE. IT IS HOW SANS MAKES HIS COFFEE, MINUS THE HOT CHOCOLATE."

"Do you drink coffee?" You asked curiously.

"NO, I DRINK MILK TO KEEP MY BONES STRONG," Papryus flexed his bones for emphasis.

You handed your cup out to him shyly, "I-I think you'd really like this! I mean, if you like sweet things..."

Papyrus looked touched by your action as he grabbed the cup out of your hands and took a small sip.

"NYEH HEH HEH HEH," Papyrus chuckled loudly, handing the cup back to you, "THAT IS A GOOD CUP OF COFFEE. YOU SHOULD REALLY TRY THE MUFFIN TOO! I THINK THE ONLY THING THAT COULD MAKE THIS BETTER WOULD BE A PLATE OF SPAGHETTI!"

You took a bite out of the muffin to make him smile more, and it worked wonderfully.

You listened to Papyrus ramble on about spaghetti, Sans's laziness, and Mettaton's movies as you sipped your coffee slowly. His voice, although a bit loud, was pleasant to listen to. You enjoyed being in his, and really monsters in general, company. You felt at ease when you were around them.

Eventually you finished your coffee and muffin, and Papyrus had to get back to work. You didn't want to leave, but you figured that it would be a good idea if you did.

"_," Papyrus said as you started to leave, "I'M LOOKING FORWARD TO OUR COOKING LESSON!"

You smiled brightly, "Me too! Have a great day, Papyrus!"

Before you headed back to home, you stopped at the grocery store and bought some butterscotch and carmel. You also bought some actual food (not just frozen food) and vegetables, but none of that was as important as your coffee.

You threw your groceries into the small fridge the minute you got home. Walking everywhere, while somewhat fun, had the tendency to make frozen items thaw.

You kicked off your shoes and fell down onto the couch. Seeing Papyrus had made your day almost a million times better than it had been, and you had wasted at least four hours out of the house. It was almost nine soon, at least you'd have a decent reason to go to bed soon.

You threw on one of Mettaton's movies that Papyrus had talked about earlier that day. It was a story about him falling in love with a human even though it was forbidden by the king. It was over-the-top, dramatic, and lovely. It was something that described the way Mettaton acted and the way his friends described him.

(You'd never admit it, but you kind of wished you could meet Mettaton one day. You had always been a fan of his shoes since the barrier was broken.)

You noticed that you had left your phone on the counter for most of the day. You hadn't even realized that you had forgotten it when you left.

Grabbing it, you saw that you had received a few texts from Sans earlier. You felt bad seeing that they had been sent a while ago.

The Sansmaster: hey kiddo, i hope you don't mind but i wanted to try out a few jokes. i think you'll like 'em

The Sansmaster: if you were words on a page, you'd be fine print

The Sansmaster: when i see you, my temperature rises way past fahrenheit 451

The Sansmaster: i hope i'm not being too bold here