"where are your boxes at, kiddo?"

"You're a dork," you teased the skeleton, lightly poking his cheek, "I'm only going to be there for a few weeks. I'll need a bag at most... You guys have a washing machine, right?"

Sans rolled his eyes, "'course we do. it's not like we're the living dead."

You coughed, trying not to laugh, as Sans shot you a shit eating grin.

Both of you sat on your bed, stretching you tired limbs out from the day before. Sans had woken up before you and, the minute you opened your eyes, he thrusted pain pills and a glass of coffee in your face. You accepted it graciously, as your arm hurt tremendously.

He checked the bandages carefully as you sipped on your coffee, just the way Papyrus makes it. Did Sans actually teach him how to sweeten it?

"it's not bleeding," Sans commented after a moment, "does your arm hurt?"
You shook your head, "No, it's aches a bit though... But I looked it up online last night. If it doesn't get infected, it should be okay if I take off the bandages completely in a month or two. It said I should change them every two days or so."

Sans nodded, "you've got me and paps to do it if you want us too."

"I think I'll be okay," you shyly said, feeling your face flush.

You remembered what you had said to Sans only a week before. (Was it only a week ago? It felt like an entire year...) You still agreed with what you said, you did need help with yourself and you couldn't really do it alone. But you still felt awful about it, especially with Sans's reaction. It was obvious that he felt rejected by it, and you kept giving him all these mixed signs.

"Sans, I-"

He looked up at you and smiled, "yeah, _?"

You sighed, "I'm sorry that... I can't..."

He frowned, "stop right there. it's fine, bookworm. i get it and i don't want to force you to be more intimate with me, or even be in a relationship with me. we talked about this, yeah? stop worrying."

"Bookworm?"

You both laughed.

"Is Papyrus okay with me living with you guys?" You said after a moment, "I'd hate to be a bother."

Sans rolled his eyes, chuckling, "don't worry about it."

Suddenly, you heard a loud knocking at your door. You jumped in surprise, clutching your heart. Sans smirked at you.

"speak of the skeleton," Sans simply said, getting up and walked out of your room.

You got up and followed alongside him, watching him open up the door. A tall skeleton stood in your doorway. He smiled happily, giddily, and waved at you excitedly. Sans moved slightly so Papyrus could walk in, and suddenly you had strong arms embracing you. Squeezing you, almost.

You winced at the pressure on your arm, but hugged Papyrus back warmly. He smelt of spaghetti and coffee. It was strange, but it was the Papyrus you've grown to care for.

He let go a few seconds after hearing your pained sound.

"HUMAN? I DID NOT HURT YOU, DID I?" Papyrus asked worriedly, and you shook your head in response, "AH, THAT IS GREAT NEWS TO HEAR! WELL, NOT NEARLY AS GREAT AS I BUT THAT IS BESIDES THE POINT!"

You couldn't seem to suppress the smile growing steadily on your face. Oh god, you'd forgotten how nice it was to be around him.

"MY BROTHER," Papyrus pointed at Sans, who was closing the door, for emphasis, "TOLD ME WHAT HAD HAPPENED TO OUR DEAR COFFEE HUMAN! WE TALKED ABOUT YOU FOR HOURS YESTERDAY AND WE FINALLY CAME TO CONCLUSION THAT YOU ARE GOING TO LIVE WITH US FOR A WHILE! IS THAT OKAY?"

You blinked and stole a glance at the small skeleton. He looked at Papyrus nervously as he came to stand near both of you.

He looked back at you and shrugged, "guess you could say that we care-a-ton!"

"SANS!" Papyrus slapped his forehead, "THAT IS AN AWFUL PUN!"

"but i put a lot of work in that one, see?" Sans smiled, "a skele-ton of work."

Papyrus huffed, "EXCUSE MY BROTHER, HUMAN. BUT ANYWAYS, WE WANT YOU TO LIVE WITH US! WE HAVE A SPARE BEDROOM WHERE YOU CAN PUT YOUR BELONGINGS! AND WE ALWAYS HAVE MORE THAN ENOUGH SPAGHETTI FOR YOU!"

"Really?" you laughed, "Sans talked about it with me already, and once he brought up your spaghetti, Paps... Well, how could I refuse?"

"I'M GLAD YOU THINK THAT WAY!" Papyrus patted your good arm, "BUT I WANTED TO TRY TO BROADEN MY HORIZONS OUT OF JUST SPAGHETTI! FRISK SAYS THAT THEY ENJOY SOMETHING CALLED RAVIOLI!"

"BUT ANYWAYS. DON'T LET PEOPLE SHOOT YOU AGAIN, OKAY, HUMAN? I WAS VERY WORRIED ABOUT YOU!" He admitted defeatedly, "AND SO WAS LAZYBONE SANS! HE JUST WON'T ADMIT IT! YOU ARE OUR VERY DEAR FRIEND AND I HAVE MISSED SEEING YOU AT MY COFFEE SHOP!"

It had been a while since you'd seen Papyrus, you admit. You bit your cheek in anger at yourself.

"I'm sorry, Papyrus..."

"DO NOT WORRY A SINGLE HAIR ABOUT IT! WHILST YOU ARE IN OUR CARE, I WILL MAKE YOU ALL THE COFFEE YOU COULD EVER DREAM OF!"

"I'd love that," you admitted honestly.

Papyrus smirked.

Sans smiled at both of you, "alright, kiddos, we've got to pack up first before we can have some pasta. i know, it's impastable to stop talking but i don't want to keep them waiting."

Sans winked at his brother.

Papyrus's face furrowed for a moment before suddenly nodding, "YES, YES! ALRIGHTY, HUMAN, I'M GOING TO TAKE YOU FOR A RIDE IN MY NEW CAR AS WELL! HURRY UP!"

And suddenly, Papyrus turned you around and started slowly pushing you towards your room.

"Wait, who's 'them'?" You asked curiously, giggling softly.

"NO ONE!" Papyrus said, obviously hiding something. He stopped with his pushing and smiled, "HURRY UP, WE CAN ALWAYS COME BACK LATER."

You shook your head, "Alright, fine!"

You grabbed out a small duffel bag and started putting some clothes in it, sweaters and t-shirts you often wore. A pair of sweatpants, a lot of jeans... You ended up putting a dress in there, just in case.

Throughout packing, you heard bits and pieces of the skeletons' conversation outside your door. They seemed to mainly converse about work, but you heard your name spring up a few times.

Sans came in after you were mainly done packing, and he smiled innocently.

"did i ever tell you the time i tried to pack myself in a suitcase?" He asked, "i could hardly contain myself."

You laughed softly, "I'm not sure if I'm ready to go. Packing up and relocating to a new home can be a moving experience."

Sans chuckled, shaking his head.

"you're too wonderful."

You packed your laptop into your duffel bag and zipped it closed, "I packed pretty light. If I need to come back for more, then I will. I grabbed my phone and everything. Do you think that's good?"

Sans nodded, "yeah, i might be able to transport you if you need anything else. now, c'mon, let's not keep paps waiting."

You threw on a light purple hoodie, not feeling like changing your shirt at the moment. You were still wearing the jeans from yesterday, that you had slept on.

"Hmm? Where is he?" You put your duffel bag around your uninjured arm, "Did he go out to his car?"

"do you have your keys?" Sans asked, "alright, don't forget to lock up."

You both went outside your apartment and made double sure that you had locked the door. Sans seemed worried about it, but you ended up shrugging and teasing him for being such a worry-bones.

"Do you want to take the stairs or the elevator?" You asked, smiling brightly.

"i don't typically trust stairs..." Sans started, "they're always up to something."

You smirked, "The first time I used an elevator, it felt really uplifting! But, afterwards, it brought me pretty down..."

"i usually take steps to avoid elevators."

"But an elevator makes ghosts happy! It lifts their spirits!"

"riding the escalator is a step up from always walking on the same level."

Sans and you glanced at each other before bursting out laughing.

"the stairs?"

"Yeah, sure," you said in between giggles.

"can i take your bag, milady?"
"You're a dork, Sansy."

And, like promised, Papyrus was waiting outside the apartment complex in a red, shiny convertible. You put a hand to your mouth stifle any unwanted giggles, which ultimately turned to be futile.

Papyrus smiled purely at you as you opened up the door of the back seat and sat in it, setting the bag next to you carefully. Sans sat next to Papyrus in the front, and then all of you were off.

There wasn't much talking involved, as Papyrus focused on driving, but it was quite nice to feel the wind. It wasn't much of a surprise to know why Papyrus wanted this car, perhaps it was to feel the wind on his bones. He'd likely say something like that, you thought with a smile.

Although you weren't as worried about the whole situation as Sans and Papyrus had seemed to be, it was still nice to know that you had someone(s) looking after you. It was like spending a long time with your closest friends, and it actually was! You hadn't remembered going to any sleepovers during high school, so maybe you were finally having actual friends for once.

Oh goodness, that was depressing.

Maybe you should stop thinking for a second.

It felt like a relative short drive, but twenty minutes passed by when you finally got to the skeletons' house. You blinked a few times when Papyrus pulled into the driveway, feeling surprised.

You got out of the car along with the monsters, and Papyrus quickly took your bag before you could. He shined you an innocent smile before going nyeh heh heh and running inside. You raised an eyebrow before chuckling quietly.

Sans smiled at you warmly before grabbing your hand and pulling you alongside him into the house.