"hey, papryus," Sans started to turn around from his desk, "i'll be coming down in a moment. is _ here-"

His eye sockets widened when he noticed you, and you felt yourself blush in spite of it all.

Sans's room was messy and cluttered, but it screamed him. Clothes were laid haphazardly across the entire room – ranging from t-shirts, jackets, and more basketball shorts. His bed was unmade and a green blanket was thrown across it.

There wasn't much more to it, however, besides from the computer desk Sans's was currently sitting by.

Unlike usual, Sans was wearing a black hoodie and jeans rather than his fluffy blue jacket and shorts. You wondered why, but didn't mind it. (Okay, okay... He probably looked cute in whatever he wore, but this was adorable.)

You held your hands behind your back, smiling shyly, "H-Hi! I... Sorry if I walked in at a bad time... P-Papyrus wanted me to go grab you."

Sans's face had a small hint of blue on it, and you would've likely laughed if you hadn't felt so anxious, "no, no. it's good, kiddo. did paps drag you here to make spaghetti with him tonight?"

You nodded, not knowing what really to say.

Sans smiled at you and got up from his desk, stretching his bones, "got yourself into an impastable situation, huh?"

You laughed, "I guess so, Sansy."

"you look nice today," Sans said, walking past you suddenly and without looking back.

If you felt offended, you didn't know. Instead you smiled as your face heated up, "You l-look good today too, Sansy."

Sans gave you a thumbs up as he kept walking down the stairs. You watched him with a weird sense of happiness, trying to stifle your growing laughter.

Is this a good sign?

You followed him downstairs and back into the kitchen. Undyne and Papyrus were fighting about how to stir the pasta.

"Papyrus, NO!" Undyne shouted, "You're supposed to stir it harder!"

Papyrus wouldn't let Undyne touch the pot, stirring the noodles with care, "UNDYNE. I AM MASTER CHEF PAPYRUS, DO NOT TOUCH MY COOKING YET."

"HARDER!" Undyne yelled, looking like she could suppress a boulder.

"IF YOU STIR IT HARDER," Papyrus looked exhausted, "THE NOODLES WILL BE OVER STIRRED AND OVERCOOKED! PLEASE LISTEN TO ME."

Undyne chuckled heartily and slapped Papyrus's shoulder bones, "Paps! I'm kidding! Last time I said that to someone – my house burned down!"

"i guess you could say," Sans leaned against the opposite counter, smiling wide, "it got a little too saucey in there."

"SANS!" Papyrus groaned loudly.

Undyne turned to wink at you maliciously, "Hey, Sans."

"hey, undyne," Sans smiled.

"HUMAN!" Papyrus said to you suddenly, making you jump, "I NEED TO TEACH YOU HOW TO COOK SPAGHETTI! SANS, UNDYNE! GO TO THE LIVING ROOM AS YOU'LL JUST MAKE A MESS IN HERE!"

Undyne scoffed and Sans snickered, but neither of them said anything. They walked to the living room almost like a pair of elementary schoolers. You wondered if they listened to Papyrus like that often.

Papyrus turned his complete and full attention to you and his spaghetti, "_! I NEED YOU TO GRAB THAT CAN OF SAUCE RIGHT TO YOUR LEFT! THIS SPAGHETTI WILL BE ONE OF THE GREATEST IF I AM NOT THE GREAT PAPYRUS!"

You smiled warmly at the skeleton and did as he asked, watching him pour it into the saucepan like a pro.

Suddenly, you started worrying about what Undyne was saying.

Oh my god. Undyne. Please. Please. Don't say anything awful, please. I know you mean well, but- Oh god.

You couldn't hear them say anything, but you were almost positive that someone was saying something ridiculous. Or Sans was telling puns. You prayed for the last one.

However, as much as you loved worrying, Papyrus didn't let you for long. He started telling you how to make 'friendship spaghetti' – which wasn't that different from regular spaghetti, but from Papyrus it seemed to have much more heart into it.

You were pleasantly surprised as you had originally expected to just watch Papyrus cook. Well. You did, but. He let you help a few times, which you were sure meant more to him than he was trying to lead on.

After a while, Papyrus finally announced that dinner was finished and that you'd all become closer friends afterwards. The spaghetti was really good, you'd admit, and Papyrus really had a knack for cooking. You hoped you could do something like this again with them – all of them, including Toriel and Frisk.

No one really talked during dinner, but no one was expected to. When you and Papyrus walked in, Undyne was groaning loudly while Sans was glaring at her. However, when Sans saw you come in he gave you a shy smile.

And, to no one's surprise, you gave him your own timid smile in return.

You all finished dinner after a few minutes, Papyrus and you gathered everyone's dishes right almost immediately afterwards.

"Hey, Papyrus," you said, placing dishes into the sink, "If you want me too, I wouldn't mind doing the dishes."

Papyrus looked at you curiously, "HUMAN? I DO NOT THINK THAT WOULD BE PROPER OF ME TO SAY YES."

You smiled, "I feel like it would be a way to show my friendship towards you."

"OH MY GOD, SANS," Papyrus yelled, causing Sans to almost run into the kitchen with a more than confused expression, "MY SPAGHETTI HAS CAUSED THIS WONDERFUL HUMAN TO BECOME OUR FRIEND! I AM SO HAPPY!"

Sans looked at you, then Papyrus, shaking his head, "paps. that's great. i was pretty sure she was our friend before though."

Papyrus glared at his older brother, "SANS! WE CAN ONLY EXPECT GREAT THINGS TO HAPPEN AFTER TONIGHT! WE CAN ALL COOK SPAGHETTI TOGETHER, CREATE WONDERFUL AND COMPLEX PUZZLES, AND DO SO MANY OTHER THINGS THAT ONLY US BESTIES CAN DO!"

You heard Undyne snort loudly from the living room.

Sans smiled wide, "i'm happy about it too, paps. it'll be a pun-derful time for all of us."

Papyrus groaned loudly and stormed off, "STOP PLAGUING MY LIFE WITH PUNS!"

You giggled softly, putting your hand over your mouth, and Sans turned to look at you again. You didn't notice, but his expression softened and he looked pleased.

"Ah," you said, trying to calm down, "Papyrus is wonderful..."

"that's why he calls himself 'the great papyrus'," Sans snickered, jumping up to sit on their counter.

You smiled at Sans and began to roll up your sleeves, "I'm r-really happy Papyrus invited me over. I've had a wonderful night so far."

"you and me both, kiddo," Sans said, "i think today's one of the only days paps's spaghetti hasn't been overcooked."

"Overcooked?" You turned on the faucet.

"yeah," Sans confirmed, "while it isn't awful, i'd rather have non-mushy spaghetti every night."

You began washing the plates the four of you used, "I usually eat frozen dinners, so this has been, like, a buffet for me."

You didn't see Sans, but his expression changed, "you should come over to eat here more often."

You shook your head, "No, no... I'd hate to be a bother."

"it's no bother. 'sides, you're already washing our dishes."

Sans didn't say anything for a moment, but you heard him take a breath before he did, "you look nice today, _."

"I thought you said that earlier," you said shyly, watching spaghetti sauce go down the drain.

"i," Sans paused, "well. it's true?"

You washed off your hands, turned off the faucet, and turned around to face Sans, "I think you look nice too, but I said that earlier as well."

Sans chuckled, "i don't think i've ever seen you with your hair down."

Subconsciously, you ran a hand through your hair, "I, um... Does it look awful?"

"just the opposite," Sans smiled at you, almost shyly.

You felt your face go pink and you laughed softly, "I-I don't think I've ever seen you out of that blue jacket."

"do i look bad?" Sans winked.

"I think you look great," You said timidly, "Not saying that you don't look good in your blue jacket or anything! I think you look fine however you feel comfortable in and... Oh gosh. I'm rambling, aren't I?"

Sans laughed, clutching his stomach, "oh, _, oh my god. you are definitely a unique human being."

"I hope that isn't a bad thing..." you mumbled softly, feeling defeated.

"nothing about you could be bad," Sans said, still laughing hard.

Your face went redder and you stumbled to say something, only succeeding in making Sans laugh harder.

"I-I," Oh god, you felt so awkward, "I think... I think that Undyne and P-Papyrus are likely waiting for us, and..."

Sans took a deep breath, a shit eating grin plastered on his entire face, "shall we go ketchup with them?"

You playfully swatted at him, frowning, "You're awful, Sansy."

"i think i'm pretty bonerific," Sans chuckled.

Then he stopped, realizing what he just said.

Sans's entire face went to his (adorable?) blue hue and he paused for a second. He didn't dare to meet you in the eyes.

You tried not to laugh, but you couldn't help it, "S-Sansy! I didn't know you felt that way."

Sans slowly turned to look at you, his face blue with embarrassment and something else you couldn't quite place, "_?"

You smiled at him, "Let's not keep the others waiting."

You shyly held your hand out towards him, feeling extreme anxiety and fear.

Sans looked at you and smiled wide, grabbing your hand and interlocking it with your own.

You felt your face burn even more, if that was possible, and noticed Sans's blue hue grew as well. You chuckled softly and walked back to Undyne and Papyrus.

Sans's hand was boney, of course, but it definitely wasn't what you were expecting. It was warm and not as hard as you had expected. In fact, it felt a little soft. Well. As soft as bones could feel. It felt comforting, though, and you hoped Sans didn't let go anytime soon.

Knowing your luck, though, he'd probably let go once he remembered exactly who you were.

Papyrus seemed to be fiddling with the TV set, exclaiming that he had to show you one of Mettaton's movies. Undyne looked at you two, but said nothing and only gave you a wide smile and a wink.

You and Sans didn't say anything either, sitting on the couch together much more close than you had expected. Not to say you minded it, of course.

Papyrus finally figured out what movie to watch, saying it was one that was quite explosive. (Adding a few NYEH HEH HEH's with his speech.)

The lights were turned off. Undyne, you, and Sans all sat on the couch together while Papyrus laid on his stomach on the ground, enticed by Mettaton's movie.

Undyne shot you a few sneakily hid winks and glances, even going so far to hit your shoulder and give you one of her famous shit eating grins. You were shy and embarrassed, sure, but you were hell of a lot more comfortable that Undyne was there rather than deal with this alone.

Mettaton's movie was about a human who had to unfuse a lot of bombs in only a small amount of time. Everything was a bomb – a bomb (well, of course), a glass of water, a video game, even a freaking dog. It was cheesy, explosive, and wonderful. Sans whispered to you that Frisk actually had to go through this one time.

Papyrus, halfway through the movie, exclaimed loudly that Mettaton was actually going to be in town in around a few months and that you just had to meet him.

You'd actually love to meet this flamboyant robot.

Not only did you love a lot of his stupid shows, it was quite obvious to see just how happy he made cute cinnamon roll Paps.

During the whole movie, however, Sans didn't let go of your hand for one single second.

You were hardly surprised when Papyrus got up and wished you all goodnight. You heard him yawning quite often towards the end of the show.

"I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS," Papyrus turned the lights back on, "SHALL GO TO MY BEDROOM NOW FOR MY EVER NEEDED SLUMBER! GOODNIGHT ALL OF YOU!"

And, with that, Papyrus ran up the stairs and slammed the door behind him.

You didn't know how to respond to that, instead you just sat there in confusion and a little bit of amusement.

Goodness, Papyrus...

Undyne took her phone out of her pocket and sighed, "Hey, _. It's almost midnight, so I've gotta go soon. Do you need a ride or...?"

Sans took the courtesy of answering for you, "nah, you can stay here for the night if you want to. paps would probably be delighted to see you in the morning."

With added reassurement, Sans gently squeezed your hand.

You blushed wildly, and Undyne smiled wickedly at you.

"Alright, punks!" Undyne got up from the couch and stretched her back, "I don't want to keep Alphys waiting, so I'll see both you of you nerds later."

"tell alphys i said hi," Sans said, not bothering to move an inch from the couch.

You smiled shyly at Undyne, "Y-yeah! You'll have to tell me what happens on Monday."

Undyne smirked, "Maybe not everything."

Undyne began to head towards the door before stopping right in front of it, "OH MY GOD. HOW COULD I FORGET."

"I HAVE SOMETHING FOR YOU, _," Undyne said, throwing the front door open hard enough to almost leave a dent, "I'LL BE BACK IN A MINUTE!"

She didn't bother to close the door.

You smiled and laughed softly at your friend, "Oh goodness."

"that sounds kind of fishy, huh?" Sans said, shaking his head.

"I'm honestly a little scared," you whispered, making Sans chuckle.

"SANS! COME UPSTAIRS AND PLEASE READ ME A STORY!"

Papyrus was standing on top of the stairs with silly polka dot pajamas on. He even had one of those silly night hats with a poofball on it. It suited him surprisingly well.

Sans looked at you, then looked at Papyrus, and sighed.

He let go of your hand and stood up from the couch. Sans stuffed his hands in his pockets and started walking upstairs.

"what story do you want tonight, paps?" You heard Sans say. The skeletons walked to Papyrus's room and shut the door behind them.

You slumped into the couch, feeling somewhat exhausted. You wanted to stay the night, but didn't want to impose. Wouldn't it seem a bit rude to sleep over the first time you go to someone's house?

Besides, Undyne was offering you a ride...

You could always take the subway too...

You sighed audibly loud when Undyne came back inside, a brown paper bag in her arms.

"You okay?" Undyne said, standing in front of you.

You forced a small smile, "Yeah, I'm fine... I just feel... Nervous? I guess."

Undyne ruffled your hair, "It'll be fine, punk. You worry too much."

"I think I've heard that before," You laughed.

Undyne smiled widely at you, and dropped her bag onto your lap. It was a lot heavier than you expected, and you raised an eyebrow at her. (To be honest, it kind of hurt when she dropped it...)

"What is this?" You said, picking it up and staring at her curiously.

"Nothin'," Undyne's evil grin was plastered all over her face, "Just don't have too much fun tonight!"

"See you at the bookstore, hotshot," Undyne said, making a rock-n-roll sign with her hands. She slammed the door behind her.

"did undyne leave?" Sans suddenly said, right behind you.

You jumped and turned around to glare at him, "Sans, you almost killed me!"

Sans smiled and went to go sit by you again, "what's in the bag?"

"I dunno," you said, handing it to the small skeleton.

"maybe it's a family sized bottle of ketchup," Sans winked at you.

"You're awful," you stuck your tongue out.

Sans opened up the bag, and you watched him pause.

"What is it?" you felt genuinely curious at this point, watching Sans's face change considerably.

You weren't quite sure what to expect but you definitely weren't expecting what Sans said next.

"it's vodka," Sans said quietly, "undyne gave you a bottle of vodka."

(a/n: hey guys! i have something amazingly special planned for valentines day - hence why i'm posting a day early! i'm so excited to share with you guys what comes next, so i'll be posting a chapter AGAIN tomorrow. guess you guys can't figure out what i have planned.

i spoil you guys, but i guess it means i love all of you punks!)