Why did you agree to this?
You should've realized that it was an awful idea from the start. Sans probably didn't even like you the same way... You felt as if you were too plain and boring and awkward and obviously way too anxious for anyone to even like you. Much less someone like Sans.
You felt so conflicted. Sans and you had been friends for less than a month, and yet you felt like you had known him longer in some odd way. Almost every time you met him, however, you'd done something cringingly embarrassing. Hell. You spilt an entire bottle of ketchup on both of you. What made you think he would ever like you back?
Even... What made you like him? You didn't necessarily have some fetish for monsters. Wait. No. It wasn't like you had a fetish for anyone. Your social skills were obviously lacking at best, and romance was an endeavor you participated in never. (You had, like, one stupid crush in middle school).
Sans was different. Sans was, well, Sans. He has hilariously awful puns. His easy-going attitude, his midnight texts, his star obsession, his weird ketchup drinking, his dorky cute blush you just realized was a blush...
Oh hell. You knew you were falling for him.
Falling as hard as that damned family-sized ketchup bottle.
You shuffled nervously in front of your slightly cracked bathroom mirror. You felt silly looking at yourself and way, way, way too fancy looking to be making spaghetti. Undyne would be half proud of you, though.
You wore your favorite sweater you saved for special occasions. It was a loose (but still managed to be tighter than your usual attire) pastel pink and white striped sweater that was a bit too long on the sleeves. With it, you wore a flared white skirt along with white tights. You felt nice for once, sure, this was your favorite outfit. But feeling cute didn't keep you from feeling overdressed.
To balance it out, you threw on a pair of scuffed black combat boots. And, for the hell of it, you let your hair down for the first time in years.
Undyne squealed when she opened up her front door and drew you in for an almost life-threatening tight hug. She literally screamed that you looked hot and irresistible, saying you should wear your hair down more often.
She went to whisper to you that Sans was going to have one extra bone that night. At first, you didn't get it. But soon enough, you felt your face flush and you yelled at her for it.
Although she looked just fine, Undyne said she wasn't ready to go yet. You sat on her couch while you watched Undyne curl her hair, sitting on the ground and glaring into her mirror.
"FRICK," Undyne yelped, pulling the iron away quickly, "I frickin' hate these stupid things!"
You giggled, "Then why are you doing it? I thought we were just going to Papyrus's."
"Alphys and I are going on a midnight date," she brought it back to her head, more cautiously this time.
"Where is Alphys anyways?" You asked curiously, looking around the room for emphasis.
"Work," Undyne replied, "She needed to stay late at the lab today. Something about doing extra tests... That might mean I'll have to go after a few hours. You think you'll be okay?"
No, "Y-yeah," you stuttered awkwardly, not so sure what to expect, "don't you think that Papyrus will understand what's going on though?"
Undyne laughed heartily, "Paps doesn't think of anything besides his spaghetti while he's cooking. Probably why he's a better cook than I am."
You smiled, "He's a real sweetheart..."
"I know, right?" Undyne had a sense of pride in her voice, "He's such an innocent and sweet guy. Did he ever tell you he wanted to join the royal guard?"
You shook your head.
"He waited outside my house for days," Undyne finished her hair and started putting it back in her signature ponytail, "Begging if he could join. At first, I thought it was pretty damn annoying. But he persisted. And persisted. It got so much that I finally agreed to train him if he would just shut up."
She turned around to look at you, "He's real tough, 'm not saying he isn't. Like. I'm sure he could even take on Asgore and last..."
"But he's a big softie. Paps would rather try to befriend someone than fight. That's what happened with Frisk at least. Honestly, I couldn't ever really teach him much less hire him into the guard. Paps would turn into a big pile of smiling dust - still trying to befriend whoever killed him."
You started to say something, but what was there to say?
Undyne took a deep, long breath and began to recollect herself, "Although it's been pretty difficult, I think the Surface has been doing us all some good," Undyne smiled, "'Sides, we got to meet you."
"Undyne..."
"Oh, you shush, punk!" Undyne's vigor returned, full-blast, "C'mon, I'm almost done. Help me choose a scarf. Red or yellow?"
You smiled back at her shyly and pointed to the yellow one, "Alphys might like this one best."
Unlike you, Undyne had a car. It was nice and surprisingly pretty clean inside. You found yourself wondering if Alphys's job paid well. (God only knows how awful your pay was.)
You two kept in relative silence throughout the drive. The skeleton brothers' house was farther than you had originally anticipated. Still, it didn't feel like much time had passed before Undyne pulled into the driveway. If you hadn't felt nervous before, by now you wondered if you could die in anticipation. You were practically shaking.
What if everything goes totally wrong? What if you messed up irreversibly? What if both you and Undyne had read the signs completely wrong? What if Sans and Papyrus started hating you; what if they already hated you and were just being kind? What if-
"Hey, _," Undyne's voice brought you out of your trance, "You ready?"
You decided to be honest, "Nope."
Undyne swung the car door open, "Well. TOO BAD!"
You stared at her, feeling doubtful about this entire situation. You didn't want to keep her or the skeletons waiting, so you slowly opened your door and walked out.
Their house was big - bigger then you had originally expected, at least. It was nice though, and you were sure that no house could be big enough to contain Papyrus's, or even Sans's, shenanigans.
Undyne smiled widely at you, trying to reassure you. "It'll be alright, _, stop worrying so much."
If only I could. "I-I'll try," you said quietly, catching up to where she was, "I'm just a little nervous."
"Don't be! I wouldn't be surprised if Sans couldn't keep his hands off of ya!" Undyne said bluntly, making you blush.
"Oh my gosh," you laughed as both of you began walking towards the door.
"You ready?" Undyne said, getting ready to ring the doorbell.
"As ready as I'll ever be," you admitted weakly. You sounded like a nervous wreck, but Undyne didn't comment on it.
You almost flinched as she practically slammed her fist into the doorbell.
You weren't surprised when Papyrus eagerly came to answer the door almost seconds afterwards. He wore one of his silly novelty t-shirts, this time saying COOL TO THE BONE. You grinned at this, feeling comforted by Papyrus's friendliness.
"HUMAN! UNDYNE!" Papyrus had a huge grin plastered all over his skull, "I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU ALL DAY. THE SPAGHETTI WILL NOT COOK ITSELF, AFTER ALL."
"What?" you teased, "I thought all pastas did that."
"PASTA COOKS ITSELF?" Papyrus almost screamed with glee, "_, YOU WILL HAVE TO TELL ME ABOUT THIS SELF-COOKING PASTA LATER! BUT, FOR NOW, BOTH OF YOU COME INSIDE AND WE CAN START OUR COOKING LESSON."
Papyrus practically pulled both of you inside, leading both of you into his kitchen. Spacious, clean, and oddly cold - it screamed Papyrus. (It actually did, he had written his name in Sharpie all over one of the walls, which was labeled 'THE GREAT WALL OF PAPYRUS'.)
You felt your smile grow as Papyrus talked to you about spaghetti, grabbing pots and pans and putting them on top of the burners. His spaghetti noodles and sauces were already laid out on the counter to the left of you. It was easy to tell that he had been excited for this all day due to all this preparation. (So were you, but it was for entirely different reasons. You were still really happy to see Papyrus, though.)
"UNDYNE TOLD ME HOW TO DO THIS YEARS AGO," Papyrus exclaimed, ripping open the box of noodles, "SHE WAS MY GREAT FRIEND AND TEACHER. BUT! TODAY! I WILL BE TEACHING BOTH OF YOU!"
"You're my teacher?" Undyne snorted, leaning against the fridge, "That'll be a day I never want to see."
Papyrus seemed offended by her remark, "UNDYNE!?"
"Paps," Undyne smiled, playfully punching him in his shoulder, "I'm kiddin'. I'm excited to see how much you've learned from me."
The tall skeleton seemed to blush, as an orange hue began to take over his cheekbones, "I PROMISE THAT THIS SPAGHETTI WILL TASTE AS ALMOST AS GREAT AS I WOULD. EXCEPT I AM A SKELETON, AND I WOULD PROBABLY NOT TASTE VERY GOOD."
You tried to keep yourself from laughing at his innocence, but doing so ended up making you laugh harder. Undyne and Papyrus both turned to stare at you.
"HUMAN? WHAT IS SO FUNNY?" Papyrus looked genuinely worried about you.
You took a second to breathe, taking big and deep breaths, "N... Nothing, Papyrus... Oh gosh, I just need... I just need a moment."
"WELL," Papyrus stopped for a second, "WE CAN COVER PUTTING IN THE NOODLES FOR YOU IF YOU WANT TO GET MY LAZY BROTHER FROM HIS ROOM."
Your heart stopped and you noticed Undyne winking at you, "I-I, um-"
"PLEASE EXCUSE THE MESS IN THERE," Papyrus was completely oblivious, filling up a huge pot with water, "SANS IS SUCH A LAZYBONES, HE STARTED HIS OWN DIRTY SOCK COLLECTION BECAUSE HE DIDN'T WANT TO DO ANY LAUNDRY."
Undyne looked at you, raising an eyebrow suggestively, "Yeah, we'll cover for you. Besides, didn't you say you needed a moment?"
"SANS'S ROOM IS UPSTAIRS, THE FARTHEST ONE TO THE RIGHT," Papyrus said, completely focused on his dish.
You glared at Undyne and took a deep breath, "Oh... Okay... I-I'll be back in a moment, I suppose."
Your legs felt like jello, you were so nervous. As you walked away from the two monsters, you heard Undyne snickering in the background. You restrained the urge to lecture her about being subtle.
Oh god, was this the moment of truth?
It was obvious how this was going to turn out. You were going to make a huge fool out of yourself and none of the monsters would want to talk to you again.
You wiped your sweaty hands on your tights, feeling a bit grossed out by the sensation. Stressing out wouldn't do you any good, you knew that. There was always a (however small) possibility that the small skeleton might like you back.
Besides, even if he didn't, you two could still be friends. Maybe not everything had to turn out to the worst case scenario.
You walked up the stairs slowly and passed by what you assumed what Papyrus's room was. It had silly posters and signs taped neatly to it. Stop signs, pictures, notes from Sans, an autograph by Mettaton. The autograph had a cute little heart at the end and you started to wonder what was exactly going on between those two.
Whatever it was, it was adorable.
Finally, when you were in front of what you were pretty sure what was Sans's room, you felt anxiety rush up like running water. It'll be fine, you kept repeating to yourself.
What if...
...Screw it.
You knocked on the door, feeling confident in yourself. You wouldn't let your stupid anxiety problems mess this up or make you feel awful about yourself like it always did. No, today you were going to be strong and confident. You weren't going to be shy, not today.
"come in?" Sans voice sounded gruff and confused.
He probably thinks you're Papyrus.
You didn't say anything back, instead you took a deep breath, and swung the door open.