The burning smell of onion and garlic drifted in the air as the tiny kitchen was covered in a cloud of black smoke. Those with lungs would find the environment to be smothering and claustrophobic. It didn't bother a tall teenage skeleton, which was looking in the cabinets beside the oven, for spices. Instead of using ketchup as the base for tomato sauce, this time. Papyrus wanted to go by a recipe and follow it step by step. The only cookbook they had in the house was a boring book with very few pictures. There were no steps about crushing tomatoes to a pulp with your fist or catching boiling water on fire. He had taken a few cooking lesson with Undyne, but none of the steps in the book sounded like her cooking skills. Part of him wants to give up and make it the same way he always did, with ketchup. That would be kind of pointless to do when the fridge was already filled with containers of ketchup spaghetti. This was the Great Papyrus, he promised a special family dinner and that's what he was going to deliver.
In no time, the kitchen counter and floor were covered in tomato and spices. Papyrus groaned at the sight of the fourth batch of onions turning into black coal. He was sure he put the heat on medium and added olive oil to the skillet this time. A bony hand turned off the heat as the skillet was dumped into a brown sink that was almost as tall as the skeleton. The skillet sizzled at the touch of bubbly, nuke warm water splashing against it. There were only a few drawbacks, but he starting to lose hope with each new batch he tried to create.
A heavenly chiming echo through the house caused terror and panic in his orange soul as Papyrus looked over his should at a clock. It was only a little past six o'clock, plenty of time before guests show up. So who could be ringing the doorbell? Red boots skipped across the orange-tan colored checkerboard flooring while making his way to the living room. Praying with each step that it was just Sans coming home early from Grillby's.
The front door creaked open to find a black hooded creature standing in the blazing snow. Without asking who it was, the tall skeleton quickly reached out and pulled them inside, closing the door behind him. Guessing by the style of the robe it had to be his little sister. Why in the world would she be out during a blizzard? Maybe she was like her brothers and the cold didn't bother her. Standing next to the dark figure, he noticed they were the same height. He was sure standing next to Arial the other day; he was at least a foot taller than her. Looking down, he could see pink tip of heels peeking out from under all the black fabric.
"Sis…Can't you tell ti…" those words cut off as hood monster placed a white-gloved hand under Papyrus chin, focusing the skeleton into an electrifying kiss. He didn't fight back as the stranger's arms wrapped around his waist, leaving no gap between them. By now, that skeleton was sure this was not his sister, slowly pulling away from the kiss, tiny orange hearts beaming from his eye socket. There was only one monster that could take his breath away, his Shining Star. "Wowwie…Mettaton!"
"I know, Darling" The hooded figure giggled, slowly unzipping the robe. Peeking out from under it was his pink chest piece, a waist with two black parts that seem to act as a locking mechanism for the pink heart soul to float inside the core. It was a bit risky having one's soul out on display, but the Super Star didn't care. He wanted everyone to see how wonderfully rare his pink soul was and how it glimmered in the light, especially for one it shined the brightest for. "Now what's this about a sister...Don't tell me that lazy brother of yours was able to find a soulmate?" Mettaton asked, rolling his eyes, hoping deep down he misheard his sweetheart's words.
The tall skeleton let out a deep sigh of disappointment at letting the cat out the bag too soon. Papyrus' original plan was to keep his sister a secret until Mettaton could meet Arial in person. It was going to be a super cool surprise, too late now. Then again he could try to ignore the question, but he knew better than to try and keep secrets from someone, who loved to gossip. He could see the puzzled expression in the humanoid robot's eyes. He knew that his sweetheart never dragged his name in the mud with gossip, but Sans was a different story. Mettaton despised the older brother, always butting into their relationship and there had been a few claims by him that Sans threaten to kill him. Papyrus never believed a word of it. This was his brother they were talking about, overprotective, but not a killer. "Remember When I told you I was the Son of Great W.D Gaster Skeleton, The First Royal Scientist?" Papyrus beamed with excitement.
Mettaton was not sure where this conversion was going, but he was intrigued to listen. He couldn't help gigging a bit at how excitement beamed from his sweetheart's voice. "You did, Pappy..." Mettaton nodded his head, placing the robe on a hook located on the back of the front door.
"My Daddy is super cool, he created my little sister in a lab…You're going to love her. She's coming for…Then again I'm not sure there will be dinner." The skeleton's upbeat voice quickly turning monotone, slouched his posture while looking towards the smoky kitchen.
"Pappy dear, what's the matter?" Mettaton asked taking hold of the skeleton's gloved hand, confused at the sudden sadness. His robot body was converted with a mechanism that allowed him to have five senses just like a human. Most times he turned off smell and taste when he was with Papyrus knowing clearly well his lover was a horrible cook but didn't have the heart to tell him. The robots tiny black pupils widen at the sight of what the skeleton had been looking at. Gray smoke was drifting out of the kitchen into the living room. Fire? The robot panic as he raced to the kitchen pulling Papyrus along with him. "Oh, My!" were the only words that came out, the pink soul settled down while noticing there was no fire, but a sloppy mess. Next, to the stove, the counters covered in smashed tomato and onion peels, there were dishes piled high in the sink, red goop around the handle of the fridge, and some on flooring. Mettaton released Papyrus' hand to open up a window to help clear out some smoke that was clouding the kitchen. Looking over his shoulder, he could see an orange tear rolling down the side of his love's face. Knowing the fridge was always stocked with containers filled spaghetti, but he could see that tonight was very special to Papyrus. Serving leftovers would only be an insult to his feelings. Mettaton understood how importation family could be. He was a workaholic, busy with acting career and coming up with new programs every day, but if one of his ghost cousins, Alphys, or his sweetheart need him he would drop everything in a heartbeat. Yes, he was known to be narcissistic, but he was not a heartless monster. Right now his sweetheart needs him more than anything. After finding out there could be a third skeleton sibling, there was no way in hell tonight's dinner was going to be canceled, do to little misshape. Not on his watch. The only thing he hoped was this mystery female was more like his Papyrus than the no good lazy older skeleton brother. "Don't worry Darling, Your Shining Star is here and lucky for you, I'm a top chef…So let's get cooking!" A smile spread across his robotic face before placing his black lips on his sweetheart skull.
The soft kiss warmed the skeleton's soul. Papyrus nodded his head using his gloves to whip away the tears from his face. He was so lucky to have someone as amazing as Mettaton as his boyfriend. He watched for a moment as the older monster started to clean up the mess on the counters, trying to salvage any ingredients that could still be used. Papyrus started washing the floor and dishes while he waited for the Star to give him a world class cooking lesson.
After what felt like an hour of cleaning, Mettaton took hold of the skeleton's hand and lead him over to the kitchen counter. Laid out on the table were a cutting board, knife, onion, tomato, garlic, and jalapenos. A robotic hand careful removed red gloves off the skeleton's bony hands, before handing a knife to Papyrus. The older monster stood behind his lover placing their hands on top as they guide them on how to prep each vegetable for cooking. The orange heart in Papyrus' soul beat fast in excitement soaking in each step in detail. Unlike cooking lesson from Undyne, this one was calm and less vigorous. This was nothing like the "Killer Robot Cooking Show" which was over dramatic. Each step was carefully planned out, onions and garlic cooked golden brown, tomatoes roasted before being crushed into a blender. In a large pot the cooked ingredients, crushed jalapenos and spices add together and blended with love, filling the kitchen with the aroma of home-cooked spaghetti dinner.
"I knew you could do it, Darling…It smells divine …Just like you" Mettaton whispered leaning his face next to the skeleton's face, turning the oven heat onto the low setting. They still had half an hour left before the others showed up and the sauce still needs to simmer. After a cooking lesson, the chief wanted some payment. White gloves removed the red scarf wrapped around his lover's neck, letting the red fabric fall to the ground. Licking his metallic black lips at the sight of a lovely pure white neck bone. Lips lightly suck on one of the tender vertebrae causing the Skeleton to squirm. Soft pleasuring moans escaped Papyrus' mouth; a bony hand clung to the oven door, another hand still trying to stirring the pot. The robotic lips pulled away as Mettaton snickered to himself, watching the skeleton bones shivering in excitement.
"Mettaton…The pasta sauce." Papyrus cried, feeling something crawl up under his armored chest plate, around spine core, and inside the rib cage. The pure bliss of chill ran down the spinal cord as a smooth fabric texture started stroking the orange soul, softly. Red sauce splashed onto the side of the pot as he dropped the spoon into the pot, leaning his skull back into his lover's black shoulder guards. His mind was forgetting all about cooking as his bones thirst for the warmth of the other's soul.
"Don't worry Darling…" Mettaton smiled wrapping an arm around Papyrus hip, pulling him far away from the stove. The robot knew that his lover was still just a child, but didn't mean they couldn't make out. He just had to hold out for two more years, and then Sans would have to back off. That was their secret agreement. The older skeleton promised not to kill him if he left the younger one's virginity intact. Once Papyrus turned eighteen, Mettaton's plans were to make the cute little skeleton his soulmate and live together in Hotland. Right now this was all he could do, knowing perfectly well that he was driving his lover mad with each kiss that was placed on Papyrus' bony teeth, teasing him with light touches.
"Mettaton, Please!"
"Sorry…Pappy."
"I'm NoT…Neeeeee….A ChILD"
"Sweetheart."
Mettaton deeply sighted pulling his robotic arm out from under the skeleton's chest armor. He had gone too far. Orange hearts filled with lust burning from his lover's eye socket to keep going. The pink soul inside of him was also crying for more, but he just couldn't. Papyrus was his world and there was not a day that went by that he wished that they could push their relationship to the next level. They had been dating for three years, but lately felt like they had been dating for a century. The only thing that kept him from moving forward was Sans' threat to crush his soul. The old skeleton was lazy, but when it came to protecting Papyrus' innocents, there was no telling what the short skeleton would do. After having once tasted the power psychokinesis pressing on the ghostly pink soul, no way in hell he wanted to find out what would happen if he broke the promise. "Just two more years" he repeated to himself.
The burning excitement of skeleton's lover touch was gone, he wanted more, Papyrus shifted his body so their chest was facing each. He would just have change Mettaton's mind. A bony arm wrapped around the robot's neck while the other playfully slid down the metal chest until it stops in front of the core. The tip of the bone finger pressing on the core, expecting there to be zap, but nothing happened, his fingers pressed forward, edge deep side. A girlish moan escaped Mettaton lips, bony fingers gripping around the pink soul, slowly pulling out of his lover's body.
"PaPPy"
Papyrus giggled a bit at the cute pink blush spread across the pale human-like face and visible metal segments below the left eye of Mettaton. He didn't know why they always stop in the middle of making out, but he could see in his Shining Star's eyes that he wanted more as much as he did. Maybe he just had to show him he was not a child anymore. The bony hand quickly placed the heart into his mouth before it could be taken away. An orange ecto tongue had summoned, inside his mouth, pressed the heart against his teeth, licking up and down. Mettaton tossed his head back, crying in pleasure, wrapping both arms around the skeleton's neck to keep himself from crumbling to the floor. This was Papyrus first time soul-sucking, it scared him a bit watching Mettaton's body trembling and moans turned into cries. He learned from the internet soul-sucking was an intimate act done between lovers, but it could also be dangerous . What if he was hurting him? It was rude to take someone's soul without asking. He told himself to stop but kept going anyway. Dying to hear what other noises he could make the older monster make. If Mettaton was in pain, he would have told him to stop, right? Bony hand started to play with the rim of his lover's black spandex pants.
A heavenly chiming echo through the house caused both the monster to freeze up, cold chill washed over the room. Papyrus mumbling in disappointment looking over the shoulder at a clock displaying time, eight on the dot. The skeleton moved his head close to his lovers face, Mettaton opened his mouth, letting orange tongue press the pink soul into the robotic mouth. "Sorry about…"
"There is nothing to be sorry about, Darling… . I'm nuts and bolts about you too, Pappy.…" Mettaton giggled watching the orange heart in his lover's eyes turning into tiny orange flames, grinning his teeth. "Calm down, Love. You're going to destroy that dashing smile of yours. Doesn't the Great Papyrus have other guests to entertain?" he smirked wrapping the red scarf around his lover's neck.
Papyrus nods his head taking hold of his lover's hand, jogging out of the kitchen into the living room. A bony hand reached out to grab the doorknob, turning, slight opening, but it was quickly pulled back closed. He tries again, and the same thing happened again. On the other side of the door, he could hear male voice chuckle and hushing noise. A loud thug bang against the door.
"Knock…Knock"
"SANS…I not in the mood for one of your jokes."
"Knock…Knock"
"SANS…LET GO OF THE DOOR KNOB...NOW!"
"Knock…Knock"
"who's there?"
"Carrie!"
"Carrie who?"
"Carrie me in, my feet are tired!"
Papyrus grumble feeling the grip on the other side released, making it easy to open the door. "SANS…You're such a sack of laz….S..sis…G..g..grillbz?" his yelling quickly quite down noticing the older skeleton brother was not alone. Pleased to see siblings and friends, but he was puzzled why the fire monster and someone else's tiny features were hard to see in the darkness of the cold clear night sky. Didn't he make it clear this morning it was a family dinner? Then again, Grillby's father did foster the skeleton brothers after a mysterious disappearance from their father. Which kind of made the fire monster their older brother. It would be rude for him to turn them away, the more the merrier. Papyrus pulled Arial into a hug. Hoping to feel the connection they felt yesterday. Nothing was there, just a normal hug. He couldn't feel her emotions. Looking down he could see she was confused and puzzled by this as much as he was.
A red flame spread across the fire monster watching the two younger skeleton siblings hug. It was nice knowing that all the monsters he cared about were finally getting long. A chill went down Grillby as a gust of wind blew at the tip of his flamed hair. The cold usually didn't bother him, seemed without fire soul, his body was weak against winter weather. Walking towards the door, place a fiery hand on Papyrus' shoulder patting few times. "It's nice to see you, Papyrus… Have you gr…" his words were cut off as a bony hand grabbed him by the wrist.
"Why do you have it?" Papyrus growled, feeling the purple soul beaming from the fire monster.
"What are you talking about?" Grillby asked, feeling a cold fury coming from the other male monster.
"Ariel's soul!"
"Paps…Cool it…Wait how could you tell?" Sans asked. He looked at Frisk and noticed he was shivering. Not sure if Frisk was cold or afraid of Papyrus. This was the third time a dark aura took over the younger male skeleton. The eyes became pitch black, waiting for a battle to start. Wondering if he should take hold of Papyrus' soul or see where this was going. "Stay with me, Kid."
"I just can." Papyrus snapped and hug Arial tighter, orange eyes blazing down onto Grillby. Not noticing dark pink eyes glaring from behind him.
"PAPPY...Darling, you're letting the cold in! Can't you see you're scaring the poor dears?!" Mettaton snapped pulling on the back of the skeleton's red scarf. He did not like the tone Papyrus was using. It almost reminded him too much of Sans' brotherly protection. A robotic arm slithered under the skeleton's body armor, an ungloved hand poked the orange heart. Papyrus yelped as a surge of electricity shocked his soul a few times. It was not enough to damage it, but just the right amount to cause him lose the grip on Grillby and Arial. Crumbling backward into Mettaton's arm. The robot kept a tight hold on the scarf while looking over the skeleton's shoulder to take a good look at the group standing outside the house. It was an odd group. A fire monster wearing a heavy coat taking on the cold weather like a champ , ducking out from behind Sans was a child that appeared to be a human, who took hold of a bony hand that seemed to belong to a girl part human and skeleton monster. "So you must be the little sister, I'm guessing then this sexy hot stuff is your mate…What adorable child, both of you have." smiling while tugging hard on the red scarf as if Papyrus was a misbehaved dog on a leash.
The human-skeleton girl's head darted back and forward between all male monsters in disbelief. She couldn't believe the words had slipped out their mouths. Placing hands on her chest, summoning the heart soul from within the body. The purple eye widened in shock as orange flames sweeping in between her fingers. She liked Grillby a lot, but was not ready to make this kind of leap in their relationship. The waves of regret and love were seeping out of her soul. She didn't know what do, this was the first time she was holding a soul that's not her own. It was making her feel scared and lost on what to do.
"Arial I can explain...You were dying and I couldn't lose you. So I swap souls so I could heal your heart… If you want I can undo…Just give me few more hours with it...I never intended to upset you." A hint of sad brittleness was revealed in Grillby's voice, placing flame hands under his girlfriend's hand. Helping her guide the fire soul back into her chest, before leading her inside into the semi-warm living room,
"How romantic…We need to give those two some space" Mettaton smiled holding on to the scarf, dragging Papyrus into the kitchen. Behind them, he could hear another set of footsteps, unlike his sweetheart's this one dragging and sliding across the floor.
"Mettaton!"
"Don't Mettaton, Me darling…You're being …I don't want to hear any stupid pun out of you, Sans." Mettaton snapped pointing a wood spoon at the short skeleton then at the taller skeleton. "Papyrus, you're starting to act the same way Sans treats our relationship. If I remember correctly a long time ago you told me Grillby was your childhood friend and a great guy...and your little sister out there you just meet not too long ago. You have no right to butt into her love life…" the robot remarked while stirring the sauce, looking over to the side to see Papyrus was near the sink filling a pot with water. "You need to trust both of them and respect whatever decision they make…Do you understand, Pappy?" deeply sighing, feeling a little bad for coming down so hard on his lover.
"Someone is whipped." Sans laugh, leaning against the wall, placing hands into his jacket.
"No I'm not…I'm the Great Papyrus!" the taller brother yelled placing the pot on the stove next to one filled with tomato sauce.
"Sure you are Darling…I'm the Star here, so I overrule you, dear…Now finish cooking dinner." Mettaton giggled a bit, placing a light kiss on the skeleton's forehead. It was hard to stay completely mad. Not when Papyrus was so hot and adorable wearing the pink apron that said: "kiss the Great Papyrus".
"If your magic was as strong as your bark I would be in trouble." Sans chuckled walking beside the robot, both of them headed back into the living room leaving the taller one alone with his thoughts. Papyrus sighs looking down into the pot of red pasta sauce. Mettaton had a point, but he couldn't help it. He just wanted to protect his little sister.
"Big brother?"
Papyrus turned his head to find Arial standing in the doorway, smiling sweetly at him, her bony hand fiddling with a long strand of black hair. The orange soul was mixed with the feeling of glee and guilt. Waving her to come closer, but she shook her head no. Forgetting for a moment that those who swap souls had a limitation on how far they could walk away from their soulmate. "Can you help pass this out? " He asked handing her two plates. Something tugged on his scarf, looking down to see a little human smiling up at him.
"Human?!"
"Papyrus, this is Frisk…I'm helping them get home."
"That's not fair I wanted to capture a human!…How did you do it?! I knew I should have gone to work today! Now I will never get into the Royal Guards!…Now I will never be Popular!" He slumps over in disappointment.
"You're already the Great Papyrus...A super cool brother, a boyfriend of a Super Star, Puzzle Master, Chef, and the kindest monster I have ever met. Just give it time, Big Brother I'm sure everyone in the world is going to love you."
"Neeeh…I'm great…So are you, little sister."
"No…I'm not."
"Yes, you are. You're the daughter of two Royal Scientists, a talented artist, able to make friend with a human, you capture the heart of fire monster, and….you're not a bad fighter. Little more practice and you could win against Undyne next time…I could train you."
"No thank you, Papyrus…Mom doesn't like it when I fight…Dinner?" Arial sighed, leaning down, and holding out a plate for Frisk to take. All three of them walked out carrying enough food for everyone to eat. In the living room, Grillby sat in the middle of the couch with Mettaton and Sans sitting on each side of him. The fire monster took a plate from her, quickly hands it to Sans, patting his lap for the girl to take a seat on him. Papyrus took a seat in front of Mettaton on the floor and Frisk sat next to him, extra plate next to them. After a few bits, everyone opened up talking about food, anime, television, riddles, books, music, and even few puns were tossed around. After dinner, Mettaton collected the dishes and placed them in the sink while Papyrus ran up the stairs and came back to the living room with a computer chair.
"Pappy, What are you doing?" Mettaton asked returning to the living to find Papyrus and Frisk spinning round and round in the chair.
"Human seems to like it," Papyrus laughed,
"Papyrus, that's enough…Frisk come here…You're going to upset your tummies if you keep doing that…" Arial demanded, patting the empty cushion on the couch next to her and Grillby. The human child nods their head, jumping off the Papyrus' lap, pulled themselves up onto the cushion. Rubs their eyes, and leaning their head against Grillby. After a long walk in the snow, drawing with Arial at Grillby's, and a tummy full of yummy pasta, and spinning in the chair, the little one was getting drowsy. A fire hand lightly pets the child's brunette hair until they were in a deep sleep. Arial giggled to herself looking down at child then back at Grillby. She found it adorable, it almost seemed like they were a family. The smile quickly depleted, remembering tomorrow she would have to take the child to the capital, to the king…to their death. Everything around her became a blurry mess of gray and white swirls and a cold breeze nibbled at her cheek. Her body hunched over noticing her hands and dress were covered in gray dust and blood. Trembling in fear, trying to rise but felt heavy as unforce bind her to spot. High pitched screaming started echoing around her. There was so much gray dust that it was hard to tell where anything was. Looking in front of her, revealed a black silhouette of a child running towards her being cashed by a tall shadow creature carrying an ax, and had glowing red eyes. Arial tried to look away, but couldn't peel away as she watched the child slip and fall to the ground. The shadow creature was looming over them, raising the ax in the air. Purple tears ran down her face, crying for someone to make it all stop and help the poor child.
"Darling, are you alright?"
"Sis?"
"Hey Princess can you hear us?"
"Arial, calm down it's not real."
Arial's left eye was cloudy white as her right socket flared out orange flames. A chilling screech filled the air as the girl screamed at the top of her lungs. No matter how many times they called out to her, she didn't respond to them. Grillby wrapped his arm around her waist and another grab hold of her hand trying to focus it back down. "Sans, there's a black pouch in her bag. Get it. Hurry!"
The skeleton nodded his head quickly, digging through the massager bag, and Tossing out anything that didn't fit the description of the pouch. Only looking up for a second to notice the girl's right hand sparking orange. It looked like she was trying to using fire magic, but the body couldn't comprehend how to use the foreign magic. A chill ran down Sans' spine, not sure why he was looking for the pouch. When he finally found it, his eyes widened to find an epiPen, inside. It was filled with a dark purple liquid, and it almost looked completely black when not shimmering in the light. He remembered seeing his father use an epipen on patients a few times during allergy season. It was never this color. A bony hand held the pen firmly while removing the blue safety cap on the top then pulled it straight up. Tossing the cap to the side before pushing Arial's black skirt up, revealing the fleshy thigh. Sans swings the epipen and pushes the orange tip firmly into the mid-outer thigh, holding it there until he heard a clicking sound. He looked up to hear Arial muffle a word, "Adara ", before passing out in Grillby's arms. "What was that sh…." Sans quickly held his tongue, seeing Frisk wide awake looking at him from the other side of the couch.
"I'm not sure how to explain it…Sans," Grillby started, "you need to trust me. When Arial wakes up we all need to act like none of this happened…questioning her about it may send her into another panic attack. We only had one pen." Grillby explained wiping the tears away from his soulmate's face.
"Should we call Alphys?" Papyrus asked picking up the other items Sans had tossed out of the bag.
"No…It should be fine…" Grillby said, placing a hand over Arial and his chests to summon both of their souls. It was time to return the souls to their rightful owner. It was painful to let go of his soulmate, but she was still a child and something told him it had to be done. They were still a couple, but maybe someday they could try again. It seemed longer the purple soul away more nightmares were sure to follow and torment the girl until nothing was left of her, except despair and madness. The orange soul floats back into his chest. A fire hand carefully cupped Arial's chin opening her mouth to place the purple soul inside and close it. "I love you." He whispered, kissing her softly on the lips, hope whatever caused her heartache would disappear and never return.
Sans nod his head and held out Arial's bag so Papyrus could put all the items back inside. Ariel's reaction was another thing to add to list of question he was dying to ask her. Then there was Frisk, their eyes cast down, Guilt could be seen in the soft baby brown eyes. Sans had a feeling that the Kid probably had an idea as to what "Adara ", meant. It kind of sounded like a…could it be a name? He tapped his finger on the armrest, irritated by all the unanswered questions. He couldn't do a damn thing. If he tries using magic to force it out of Frisk, it could cause another reset. If he went after Arial, Papyrus, and Grillby would get in the way. No way in hell he was going to be labeled as a brother killer. Then there was that one percent never again be another reset. He couldn't live with himself in a world where he caused his little brother pain. Tomorrow, after Arial and Frisk leave the house, would be the best chances to strike, now that the girl was not bond to Grillby.
Arial slowly opened her eyes to find everyone looking at her. Her head was hurting and everything was hazy. A comforting warmth beamed from her chest washing doubt and fear that lingered in her mind. The last thing she could remember was looking down at sleeping Frisk, who was now wide wake smiling up at her. Did she blackout again? "Grillby when you gave me back my heart…I thought you want…" a flame finger was placed on her lips, she watched the movement of the flames on top her lover's head.
"Sis."
"That's right…I almost forgot…Papyrus you asked me to draw both of you…I need both of you to sit in the computer chair." Arial smiled clapping her hands together, before digging into her bag and pulling out a sketchbook. She held out a tiny one for Frisk to take, but the little one shook their head, rubbed their eyes and lay back against Grillby. A bony hand reached out to grab the tiny sketchbook. "Do you want to draw, Sans?" She asked, while lightly sketching out the construction of Papyrus and Mettaton's body into geometric shapes, over time it was replaced with hard lines to resemble a male skeleton hugging a humanoid male robot.
"No thanks. I'm more ink-eresting in your sketches" Sans said leaning into the couch flipping through the tiny sketchbook finding quick sketches of the Underground. He was hoping to find some information seeing how artist are known to pour their emotion, passion, dreams, and dark secrets into their work. Nothing special, it was more like a diary of places visited and object. His fingers stopped as white light in his eye socket, grew wider. In pencil, was an unfinished drawing of a faceless little girl wearing a bunny hoodie holding something in her arms. There was only an outline of a large circle with oval shape under it. Doll…baby? Top of the pages was symbols similar to the ones that his father had used. Next page was a faceless girl holding hands with a little human-skeleton girl, symbols again, but different from ones on the last page. "Ariel…What are this symbols?" he asked, tapping on the open page.
✌l✋👍e ✌n👎 ✌r✋✌l 💧✋💧❄er💧 fore✞er
Arial pulled away from drawing and looked down to see what Sans was asking about. "I'm not sure what it says … It's some kind of font…I really don't remember." She answered; try to remember why she had written those letters. She remembers setting on creator's lap from time to time watching him type reports. Playing with the keyboard, after that she couldn't recall the font she had used. It was frustrating, she was sure at the time it was drawn, that it made sense. The memory of it was gone, leaving a tiny migraine. Light warm kiss placed on top of her forehead causing the throbbing pain to disappear. Her cheeks turned a light pink color, looking up slightly to see Grillby looking down at her. "I'm alright…not tired yet…I knew it was late, but I wanted to finish drawing for them… Grillbz." She giggled as the fire monster leaned down brushing flames against the side of her human face.
"Wowwie….Are you psychic, Sis?" Papyrus asked
"She was reading his flames Pappy…" Mettaton started "I see a lot of fire monster use flames to talk to each other in Hotland. Sometimes with interracial couples, a non-fire monster is able to read a lover's flame... Kind of like how I'm able to read your feelings and emotions when your eyes glow." Mettaton nuzzled his face into the soft fabric of the red scarf. "It is getting late, Dear."
Papyrus placed an arm around the robot's back and another arm under his bend knees. His sweetheart was right, and Stars needs their beauty rest. All male monsters had work or school in the morning. Mettaton smiled nuzzling deeper into the scarf, gently wrapped arms around Papyrus' shoulders for support. Fuzzy warm feelings blooming in the orange soul, he carefully raised the body up, holding tightly to the other male monster. The red boots slowly walked across the carpet towards the stairs.
"Where are you two, going?!" Sans snapped looking up from the tiny sketchbook to noticed Papyrus half up the steps.
"Don't worry your pretty little head, Sans, dear." Mettaton devilish smirked at him, before turning his full attention to the handsomely tall skeleton carrying him like a bride. Leaning up a bit to place a quick kiss on his teeth.
"Good night, brother!"
Sans groaned, sinking himself deep into the couch. His bones were too tired to argue anymore. He was sure Papyrus wouldn't try to do anything lewd in the house with a child and their baby sister sleeping under the same roof. What to do with the other two lover birds. Arial would be too shy to try, but Grillby…there's no telling what that fire monster would do if they were left alone. Sans didn't trust himself to be alone with either of them. "You three can take my bed…" he offered knowing Frisk would sleep between them, keeping them out of trouble by killing the mood.
"Are you sure, Sans?"
"I'm bone tired, Ariel…I don't have the muscles to move an inch…It's not right to make a fragile Princesse sleep on the couch when there is a lovely warm mattress up the stairs." he said handing the tiny book back to Arial, before placing his bony hands into winter jacket. Looking over to see she was frowning at him, mouth slightly open to speak, but a flame hand cupped her chin, carefully closing her mouth shut, Grillby leans over and whispered something in her ear. Pink blush spread across the human side of the girl's face, raising her to her feet, and placing all her items into the message bag. Grillby reached over careful picking up sleeping child with one hand while the other took hold of Arial's hand, leading all of them up the stairs, into Sans' room.
The short skeleton sat alone on the couch taking in the quietness of the living room. If Sans was concerned enough he could listen to whispers that were sinking through the cracked door of Papyrus' room. Knowing the younger skeleton, he would probably have Mettaton read to him. It's childish to request for a bedtime story at his age, but it's the only way to get Papyrus' restless brain to stop thinking and fall asleep. It was a habit the younger brother picked up from their father. Sans chuckled to himself remembering waking up as a child in the morning to find books and empty bottles of ketchup scattered all over the living room floor and their father spread out on the couch with a book covering his face. A bottle clutched in one of his hands. Soon, Sans drifted over long forgotten memories of their father. Building a giant snowman, riding on their father's gaster, gem gazing in Waterfall, and eating pasta with him. A family. Each one brought a bit of happiness to his blue soul, as the white lights in Sans' eyes fade away into a pleasant sleep of darkness.